|Birth: ||May 5, 1924|
|Death: ||Dec. 27, 1943, Canada|
Father - Joseph Andrew Anderson
Mother - Katherine Rebekah POTTER
Joseph was the 3rd of 6 children..... Louise Carline, Irvin Andrew, Joseph Hyalmar, Bertha Marie, Vernal Ezra, Keith Albert.
Joseph has a grave site with stone in the West Weber cemetery with his parents. He is a WW II MIA.
The following story was shared with us by Nan on the memorial commemorating the cenotaph erected by the Ogden Women's Patriotic Council in the Ogden City Cemetery which lists those local citizens lost in the war.
Cenotaph erected by the Ogden Women's Patriotic Council.
U.S. Navy, Aviation Ordinanceman 3C.
One of six Navy men lost when their U.S. Navy Ventura PV-1 bomber made a crash landing after taking off from Ault Field, a Naval Air Station on Whidbey Island, Washington.
The crash site was discovered at the northern end of Vancouver Island six months later. The bodies of five crew members were discovered, but not that of Anderson. It is believed that he cared for his injured crewmates as they eventually all died and created a makeshift gravesite for them. Authorities say, in all probability, that Anderson then attempted to walk through the remote wilderness hoping to find civilization. His body was never found.
On September 15, 2006 a stainless steel obelisk memorial was dedicated to the crew at Lawn Point on Vancouver Island.
--- Thank you Nan for all the work you have done on this memorial and for the family transfer. ------
--- Thank you to Daneen for all the work done with pictures and Newspaper articles. ----
Wayne Kartchner (#49025748)
Joseph Hyalmar Anderson
My uncle Hyalmar is a hero.
Uncle Hyalmar is my mother's brother. He was 17 in 1941 and living on a farm west of Ogden. On Dec 7th when Japan attacked Perl Harbor, he and my uncle Irvin decided to join the navy. Granddad though 17 was too young to go to war but Uncle Irvin and Hyalmar worked on him until he gave permission and they both went to war.
Uncle Irvin served faithfully as a cook on a battle ship throughout the entire war and was in most of the major battles of the south pacific. The family was always worried about him. Uncle Hyalmar, probably because of his age, got one of the safest jobs in the war. He was the tail gunner in a Navy PV-1 patrolling the west coast of the U.S. and Canada.
On Dec 26th, 1943 Uncle Hyalmar and his five crew mates took off on a secret training mission from Whidbey, Island, Washington State. They were training on a new device called radar. They were supposed to fly up the west coast of
Vancouver Island, land at a new airfield, refuel, and return to base. On Dec 27th my mother's family received a telegram stating that Uncle Hyalmar's plane was lost. Presumed crashed in the Pacific, presumed no survivors.
They couldn't find the new airfield and were running out of fuel. They as they looked for a place to set down they flew over Lawn Point. Lawn Point is exactly what it sounds like. A point of land pointing out into the Pacific that is covered by grass. You can look up Lawn Point on Google Earth. It is now a provincial park. The pilot decided to set the plane down and wait for rescue. When they got low enough they could see that the grass on Lawn Point was six foot high and was hiding boulders. They could not land there. The pilot attempted to pull up and find another landing spot.
I have been told that “if” is the biggest word in the English language because it holds so much. “If” they had gained four more feet before they came to the trees at the end of Lawn Point. “If” they had gotten over the trees. This would be nothing more than a story my uncle told of the time they almost crashed. But they didn't. The plane hit the trees at the end of Lawn Point and Uncle Hyalmar's plane and crew mates crashed in the old growth forest on Vancouver Island in the middle of a Canadian winter.
Because Uncle Hyalmar was in the back of the plane he was the least injured. He helped the surviving members of his crew out. They built a fire and waited for rescue through all of January.They caught some fish and some shell fish but there was never enough food and they were always cold even with the fire.
His best friend on the plane was the navigator. The son of a Methodist minister. I like to imagine the two of them sitting around the fire talking, praying, singing hymns and waiting for a rescue which didn't come all through a Canadian February. He stayed with his crew helping the best he could but one by one Uncle Hyalmar watched as each of his crew mates died.
My uncle knew that it was important that his buddy's families have the remains of their loved ones to bury. So they could have a grave to visit, so he did the only thing left to do for his buddies. He lined their bodies up on a sheet of plywood on the beach and covered them with brush to keep away the animals. Then with their dog tags in his pocket he started off to rescue himself.
Rescue did not come in March. Finally in April of 1944 the wreck was found. The rescuers found the plane in the forest. They found the bodies of the crew lined up on the beach some with partially healed broken bones. They found the fire pit with fish bones. What they did not find. What none ever found was Uncle Hyalmar.
Joseph Andrew Anderson (1890 - 1952)
Katherine Rebekah Potter Anderson (1896 - 1990)
Irvin Andrew Anderson (1922 - 1994)*
Joseph Hyalmar Anderson (1924 - 1943)
Keith Albert Anderson (1937 - 2015)*
Note: AFN # 5ZGT-WP
West Weber Cemetery
Created by: Barbara Anne (Brownell) ...
Record added: Aug 02, 2008
Find A Grave Memorial# 28722448