Son of Henson Walker, Jr. and Mary Green

Husband of Cynthia(Cyntha) Elizabeth Park, married 4 Sep 1901 in Pleasant Grove, Utah, Utah, USA

They have 13 children.

Delbert Walker was born June 27, 1871 at Pleasant Grove, Utah, a son of Henson Walker Jr. and Mary Green.

They were married Jan. 5, 1892 and were blessed with thirteen children, five girls and 8 boys.

During the year before Delbert and Cyntha were married they started working on a house. They lived in this same house all the rest of their lives and all thirteen chldren were born and reared there. The house was built of home made adobe (which Delbert mixed and shaped) and lined outside with brick. The house had two bedrooms, a front room, a kitchen and one small room that was at different times a bedroom, pantry, summer kitchen and a dining room. In this humble house eleven children were raised to maturity in love and happiness.(Dean- their son now often marvel at the harmony, peace, security, and love that Mother and Dad were able to maintain in this large family.)

Delbert was a 100% farmer. He loved farming. The soil, the crops and the animals were all truly a part of his life, He was very fond of and exceptionally kind to animals. He never owned a tractor; all work was done with horses.
It is interesting to recall now how Dad taught us to care for all the stock. No matter how late we finsihed the day's work all the animals had to be cared for first; then he would eat supper. Mother was able to manage the feeding of such a large family. These were large farm style meals, three meals a day. All meals were cooked on a good burnint stove. Everything was homemade such as bread, pie, cake, all desserts and all cereal. While doing all this, Mother still had time to help Dad in the fields during the rush seasons.
Mother and Dad as very tender, gentle people with love and patience enough to go around even to such a large family. Dad was always willing to show them over and over again. He did all he could to teach us to enjoy our work, but also that there was a right time and right way to do all farm work.
We often had real family outings to the canyons, down to the Geneva Resort, or up to Liberty Park in Salt Lake. My parents liked nothing more than these get-togethers with the family. Another impression I recall is that whether we were working or having a good time, on an oouting, there was never any questions as to who was the head of our family.
Both Dad and Mother were good church members, but would not speak or participate before a group. On one ocassion as Sacrament meeting the Bishop without prior warning called on Dad to offer the closing prayer. Dad got up, but walked out the back door and did not return.

There are many pleasant memories of my parents- how happy they both were when my older brothers and sisters would come back home to help with the harvest or some special project on the farm. These were occassions for a freezer of homemade ice cream and just a little extra special dinners. One of most fondest recollections was riding with Dad on the moing maching as he cut the hay. Another was riding with him and Mother in the buggy as they went down to the field to change the water each eveing. There were also always several of us who would ride in the wagon with Dad as he took wheat to the flour mill up in the third ward. Most of the times when we went to Salt Lake City we took a lunch to eat at Liberty Park. When we didn't take a lunch we always ate at the New York Cafe. We almost always would have roast beef or hot beef sandwiches.

Dad was considered one of themost successful farmers in the area. So it is interesting to recall how he kept books on the wooden door of the garage. On that door he figured the cost of grain, potatoes, etc. He also recorded dates when the milk cows would freshen, how much he was paid fo veal, beef or pork sold. His records were extremely accurate.

The folks made several trips to Burley, Idaho to visit Florence and Thell. Preparations for these trips always took on the air of a full scale expedition. Dad would repair and grease the car (a model T Ford) and get it into A-1 shape. He would prepare two or three extra spare tires so that the 300 mile trip could be made in two days if possible. He didn't want to waste any time on the road.
I remember watching Dad when he was about to buy a new model T. As he talked to the salesman about whittling down the price, he was continually whittling on a stick. Needless to say he was able to get both whittled down.

Then on Jan. 17, 1934, he died in the same house he and Mother started building the year before they were married. At the time of Dad's death I recall hearing a neighbor, Molly Smith, say, "Sister Walker, it won't be long until we will al be together with Dell again."

Mother and Warren contniued to run the farm for the next seven years. During this time she continued to help all of the family and maintained me in the missionfield for two years.

At Christmas time in the year of 1940, Mother, four of their children and the Smiths were all together again. Mother died Dec. 26, 1940.

The influence of this wonderful Father and Mother will be felt in our family for generations yet to come I am sure.

By Dean H. Walker, son