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 Burton R. Green

Burton R. Green

Layton, Davis County, Utah, USA
Death 9 Jun 1981 (aged 66)
Ogden, Weber County, Utah, USA
Burial Kaysville, Davis County, Utah, USA
Plot 8-11-C-4
Memorial ID 121844 · View Source
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Burton R Green was born 27 May 1915 in Layton, Utah. He was the third son born to Reuben and Mabel Green. His oldest brother John was born in 1912 and died 4 days later. He now was the younger brother to Marlin Green, born 23 Sept 1913.

Burton was born on the family farm there in Layton, Utah and loved working on the farm. He especially loved his horses. He was so good at doing everything on the farm and was such a good helper to his Mom and Dad.

When Burt was almost 2 years old, he had a new brother…Elmer born 4 Jan 1917. When Burt was 5 his sister Maxine was born on 29 March 1920. The family was now complete with 3 boys and 1 daughter.

As a young adult Burt was drafted into army in the World War II. He was sent to Europe. Burt would never talk about the war. Often said there was nothing “good” to talk about. The war was hard on his parents too. They, at times, wouldn’t hear from him for 4-5 months. He did tell K and Phil that he had slept once in Adolph Hitler’s bed.

Burt came home from war and started working on the farm. He had a favorite horse, “ole Red”. He loved his horse. It was sad when the horse died of old age. In abt 1962 Burt was out bailing hay. He heard something was wrong with bailer. He stopped and shut off engine. He put his hand into gear box to clear something out and the gear motor turned over one more time….grinding his hand down to his thumb joint. Burt was in agony but he was also trapped. He couldn’t move and he couldn’t call for help. So…with nothing else that he could do, he got out his pocket knife. He opened up the blade and he knew the only thing he could do to free himself and go for help was to cut off the fingers that were ground up like hamburger with the gear. He took his knife and cut off his fingers and thumb. Now he could wrap his hand up and go for help. He was in the hospital for many days. They sewed his hand to
his stomach so that blood would circulate into his stump of a hand. This was an extremely hard time for Burt with his hand now gone and the depression he felt.

Grandma Green called his son Marlin and told him about Burt. Marlin told his mother he would send his oldest daughter Karen (me) down to spend the summer to help Grandma Green with Burt and Grandpa Green. I left Lewistown, Montana and rode the Greyhound bus to Ogden, Utah. Grandmother picked me up at the bus station and then we went to visit Burt at the hospital in Ogden. Burt came home in a day or two. I was then Burt’s shadow. What ever he wanted to do on farm he took me with him. One night he woke me up at midnight and said “come on…we have to go turn water onto fields“. Seemed only time Burt laughed was when he was making fun of me. I told Burt I was going to leave my shoes home because I didn’t want to get them muddy and wet from the irrigation water. Burt laughed the whole evening while we were out. Then the next morning he showed me where we walked. What I thought was mud was not mud but more of ‘cow pies’. Burt thought that was so funny.

One day Burt asked me if I would cut his toe nails. I said ok, that would be easy. I found the clippers and went into his bedroom. We started talking and I started trying to cut his nails but I just couldn’t get them to cut. His toe nails were really thick. I finally told him I just could not do it and he said quickly “then just suck on them and get them soft.” I dropped the clippers and left his room. I could hear him laughing for 20 min. down the hall.

Burt made me help him with everything. One day he wanted to put new shoes on a horse. There was no way I was going to do this. He made me stand at the back of the horse and hold the horse’s leg up while he pulled and pounded putting on the new shoes. I knew I was going to die that day. The horse was going to kill me.

He made me drive him everywhere in his old pickup. One day he had me drive him, Paul (my cousin) and myself to a fast food drive inn. He bought us a “slurpee”. I had never had one before. It was delicious and Paul and I were enjoying drinking it….too fast in fact. Wow, we both got a major “brain freeze”. Burt laughed his head off at us. I think he took us there on purpose….just to see what would happen to us.

One day he made me drive the tractor to a large field and cut the hay. Now I had never even driver a tractor before. Then I had to rake the hay in the field up into rows with the tractor. I drew the line when he said I had to bail the hay. This was the same bailer that had chewed off his hand. I tried to tell Burt there wasn’t enough hay to even bother with. He wouldn’t listen to me and made me drive the tractor to the field with the bailer attached. I had a bet with him that there wouldn’t be even a hundred bales on that field. He assured me there would be. Well guess what? He won and there was I think…. 103 bales.

I loved my Uncle Burt dearly. He loved his parents and showed them great respect. He worked so hard to help provide for them on the farm. His father had dementia and was a challenge at times to care for. I always saw Burt treat his father with respect and love. After his mother and father died, the farm property was sold for a LDS church to be built on the main farm property. Burt then bought property out in Tremonton area to have a farm. Where else could Burt live but on a farm taking care of cows, horses, and such. He loved that life and that is what he knew how to do best.

Burt and I would often sit on front porch of the farm house and talk. Burt felt he wasn’t worthy to find a mate and that he didn’t have anything to offer her. I hope in the life where he is now…he has found that girl of his dreams. I pray that he realized that he was worthy to love someone special and have that love returned. He was a such a great person and I was so proud he was my uncle.

Written by Karen Bennett - 2014

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  • Maintained by: Karen Bennett
  • Originally Created by: Utah State Historical Society
  • Added: 2 Feb 2000
  • Find A Grave Memorial 121844
  • Find A Grave, database and images ( : accessed ), memorial page for Burton R. Green (27 May 1915–9 Jun 1981), Find A Grave Memorial no. 121844, citing Kaysville City Cemetery, Kaysville, Davis County, Utah, USA ; Maintained by Karen Bennett (contributor 47068078) .