Son of Thomas Franklin King and Hannah Temperance Moon
Married Mabel Behrens, 19 May 1929, Los Angeles, California
Married Irene Estelle Goold, 28 September 1945, Reno, Washoe, Nevada
Married Mabel Gochran, 1950, Farmington, Davis, Utah
Biography by Joan King, his daughter and only child: Reuel Franklin King was born January 19, 1898, in Farmington, Utah, the second to the last of 8 siblings and 11 half-siblings. Thomas Franklin King, his father, married Hannah Temperance Moon after his first wife Lucy Ogden died, so Reuel was one of the second family's children. He was orphaned at a young age. His mother died when he was 10, and his father died when he 14. His sister, Elnora, or Nora, as we called her, was a surrogate mother to him and his siblings.
Ruel, the name he used later in life, attended a one-room school in North Farmington, where his sister Nora was one of the teachers. A good number of the students were his siblings and cousins, so the school photo is more like a family portrait. I got the usual story of his having to walk miles in the snow, uphill both ways, to get to school, although in his case, it may well have been true.
My father used to tell a story about when he was small, and went to answer the door, and saw "an old man" standing there, who asked to speak to his father. My father asked , "Who wants to know?" and the man replied, "I'm your brother."
My father went to Carmel when he was 19 or 20, I believe. The 1920 Census show him and his brother Merle living in a rooming house in Monterey and working as drivers for a transportation company. In 1929, he married Mabel Cochran. All I can find out about her so far was that she was born in Farmington, as well, although the 1930 census says California. They were married in Los Angeles California in 1929. They divorced, and never had children. Her last married name was probably Behrens, since that name appears on her 1929 marriage license.
My father was born into a devote Mormon pioneer family. He worked on the railroad, and was stationed in Hawaii after Pearl Harbor. He said he had had many jobs... My father was working at the Richfield Gas Station, and then at the Texaco Station in Carmel, when I was born. We moved to Palo Alto in 1953. My parents opened up the Village Hardware and Basket Shop in the Town and Country Village Shopping Center, in partnership with my uncle Kenneth Goold and his wife Agnes. They bought a house identical to ours, just on the next block over.
My father had a ring from when he was a Mason. I showed it to a friend, also a Mason, and he said the ring indicated that he was a Grand Master. Everyone in his family that I met were very quiet, very pleasant people. There was a story about two of his brothers meeting after many years of not seeing each other. They embraced, and asked how each was. They affirmed their states of well being. A moment of silence ensued, and then they said, "Well, it's been nice seeing you again," smiled, and departed. My father was certainly not known for his skills as a conversationalist.
Although I never saw him open a book to read, my father was obviously intelligent, and able to do complicated multiplications and divisions in his head. He was the bookkeeper for the business. He always beat me at checkers and ping pong. He helped me with my homework. When I was small, he'd read the funnies to me every night, and when I was older, he'd teach me card games, or we'd do jigsaw puzzles.
We would go to San Francisco once a year to visit his younger brother Merle. We'd go with him to the Ice Follies, and to places like Chinatown, Golden Gate Park, and Lombard Street. Uncle Merle would insist that we take the bus, since parking was so difficult. That was a novel experience for me.
We would visit my aunt Nora and her husband Ira Decker in Pacific Grove quite often. I always enjoyed visiting them. Sometimes their daughter Irene was there. She was my mother's age. She and my aunt would tell me about the family genealogy, and a bit about Mormonism.
I tried asking my dad about his parents, but he couldn't talk about them. I asked him about his World War experiences. He told me he tried to enlist, but wasn't accepted into the service during World War I, and never knew why. He was drafted into the army at the end of World War II, which was strange, since he was 47 years old. He was sent to Hawaii, and never saw any fighting. Some officer strolled by him one day, and asked him why an old man like him was there. He answered he didn't know. Soon after that, he was honorably discharged and sent home.
I asked my dad what kind of work he had done. He said he had done just about everything. He had been a chauffeur for a rich lady in Carmel, and he had worked on the railroad, and helped build houses. He had grown up on a ranch, he told me.
I never knew my dad to be sick or miss a day of work. He had two sports jackets and two pairs of shoes. Once in a while my mother would be able to sneak a pair away to get them repaired. It was impossible to get him into a store to buy anything new. She'd buy him shirts and ties, etc., for gifts. I really don't remember what they did about his pants...
We would drive to Carmel once a month, to visit my mother's mother. My dad would get us all singing. Some of the songs were "On Top of Old Smoky", and "Keep Your Sunny Side Up." Others were "There is a Tavern in the Town" and "Good Night, Irene."
He worked until he was 72, and then they sold the business. A few days later he complained about his hip as he was walking up my grandmother's stairs. My mother took him to the doctor. He was diagnosed with lung cancer, and they removed one of his lungs. Two months later, they discovered that the cancer had spread. He died in August, and was given a military burial, complete with flag ceremony and "Taps", with the sounds of the guns from Fort Ord echoing in the distance. --Joan King, 2019
Married Mabel Behrens, 19 May 1929, Los Angeles, California
Married Irene Estelle Goold, 28 September 1945, Reno, Washoe, Nevada
Married Mabel Gochran, 1950, Farmington, Davis, Utah
Biography by Joan King, his daughter and only child: Reuel Franklin King was born January 19, 1898, in Farmington, Utah, the second to the last of 8 siblings and 11 half-siblings. Thomas Franklin King, his father, married Hannah Temperance Moon after his first wife Lucy Ogden died, so Reuel was one of the second family's children. He was orphaned at a young age. His mother died when he was 10, and his father died when he 14. His sister, Elnora, or Nora, as we called her, was a surrogate mother to him and his siblings.
Ruel, the name he used later in life, attended a one-room school in North Farmington, where his sister Nora was one of the teachers. A good number of the students were his siblings and cousins, so the school photo is more like a family portrait. I got the usual story of his having to walk miles in the snow, uphill both ways, to get to school, although in his case, it may well have been true.
My father used to tell a story about when he was small, and went to answer the door, and saw "an old man" standing there, who asked to speak to his father. My father asked , "Who wants to know?" and the man replied, "I'm your brother."
My father went to Carmel when he was 19 or 20, I believe. The 1920 Census show him and his brother Merle living in a rooming house in Monterey and working as drivers for a transportation company. In 1929, he married Mabel Cochran. All I can find out about her so far was that she was born in Farmington, as well, although the 1930 census says California. They were married in Los Angeles California in 1929. They divorced, and never had children. Her last married name was probably Behrens, since that name appears on her 1929 marriage license.
My father was born into a devote Mormon pioneer family. He worked on the railroad, and was stationed in Hawaii after Pearl Harbor. He said he had had many jobs... My father was working at the Richfield Gas Station, and then at the Texaco Station in Carmel, when I was born. We moved to Palo Alto in 1953. My parents opened up the Village Hardware and Basket Shop in the Town and Country Village Shopping Center, in partnership with my uncle Kenneth Goold and his wife Agnes. They bought a house identical to ours, just on the next block over.
My father had a ring from when he was a Mason. I showed it to a friend, also a Mason, and he said the ring indicated that he was a Grand Master. Everyone in his family that I met were very quiet, very pleasant people. There was a story about two of his brothers meeting after many years of not seeing each other. They embraced, and asked how each was. They affirmed their states of well being. A moment of silence ensued, and then they said, "Well, it's been nice seeing you again," smiled, and departed. My father was certainly not known for his skills as a conversationalist.
Although I never saw him open a book to read, my father was obviously intelligent, and able to do complicated multiplications and divisions in his head. He was the bookkeeper for the business. He always beat me at checkers and ping pong. He helped me with my homework. When I was small, he'd read the funnies to me every night, and when I was older, he'd teach me card games, or we'd do jigsaw puzzles.
We would go to San Francisco once a year to visit his younger brother Merle. We'd go with him to the Ice Follies, and to places like Chinatown, Golden Gate Park, and Lombard Street. Uncle Merle would insist that we take the bus, since parking was so difficult. That was a novel experience for me.
We would visit my aunt Nora and her husband Ira Decker in Pacific Grove quite often. I always enjoyed visiting them. Sometimes their daughter Irene was there. She was my mother's age. She and my aunt would tell me about the family genealogy, and a bit about Mormonism.
I tried asking my dad about his parents, but he couldn't talk about them. I asked him about his World War experiences. He told me he tried to enlist, but wasn't accepted into the service during World War I, and never knew why. He was drafted into the army at the end of World War II, which was strange, since he was 47 years old. He was sent to Hawaii, and never saw any fighting. Some officer strolled by him one day, and asked him why an old man like him was there. He answered he didn't know. Soon after that, he was honorably discharged and sent home.
I asked my dad what kind of work he had done. He said he had done just about everything. He had been a chauffeur for a rich lady in Carmel, and he had worked on the railroad, and helped build houses. He had grown up on a ranch, he told me.
I never knew my dad to be sick or miss a day of work. He had two sports jackets and two pairs of shoes. Once in a while my mother would be able to sneak a pair away to get them repaired. It was impossible to get him into a store to buy anything new. She'd buy him shirts and ties, etc., for gifts. I really don't remember what they did about his pants...
We would drive to Carmel once a month, to visit my mother's mother. My dad would get us all singing. Some of the songs were "On Top of Old Smoky", and "Keep Your Sunny Side Up." Others were "There is a Tavern in the Town" and "Good Night, Irene."
He worked until he was 72, and then they sold the business. A few days later he complained about his hip as he was walking up my grandmother's stairs. My mother took him to the doctor. He was diagnosed with lung cancer, and they removed one of his lungs. Two months later, they discovered that the cancer had spread. He died in August, and was given a military burial, complete with flag ceremony and "Taps", with the sounds of the guns from Fort Ord echoing in the distance. --Joan King, 2019
Son of Thomas Franklin King and Hannah Temperance Moon
Married Mabel Behrens, 19 May 1929, Los Angeles, California
Married Irene Estelle Goold, 28 September 1945, Reno, Washoe, Nevada
Married Mabel Gochran, 1950, Farmington, Davis, Utah
Biography by Joan King, his daughter and only child: Reuel Franklin King was born January 19, 1898, in Farmington, Utah, the second to the last of 8 siblings and 11 half-siblings. Thomas Franklin King, his father, married Hannah Temperance Moon after his first wife Lucy Ogden died, so Reuel was one of the second family's children. He was orphaned at a young age. His mother died when he was 10, and his father died when he 14. His sister, Elnora, or Nora, as we called her, was a surrogate mother to him and his siblings.
Ruel, the name he used later in life, attended a one-room school in North Farmington, where his sister Nora was one of the teachers. A good number of the students were his siblings and cousins, so the school photo is more like a family portrait. I got the usual story of his having to walk miles in the snow, uphill both ways, to get to school, although in his case, it may well have been true.
My father used to tell a story about when he was small, and went to answer the door, and saw "an old man" standing there, who asked to speak to his father. My father asked , "Who wants to know?" and the man replied, "I'm your brother."
My father went to Carmel when he was 19 or 20, I believe. The 1920 Census show him and his brother Merle living in a rooming house in Monterey and working as drivers for a transportation company. In 1929, he married Mabel Cochran. All I can find out about her so far was that she was born in Farmington, as well, although the 1930 census says California. They were married in Los Angeles California in 1929. They divorced, and never had children. Her last married name was probably Behrens, since that name appears on her 1929 marriage license.
My father was born into a devote Mormon pioneer family. He worked on the railroad, and was stationed in Hawaii after Pearl Harbor. He said he had had many jobs... My father was working at the Richfield Gas Station, and then at the Texaco Station in Carmel, when I was born. We moved to Palo Alto in 1953. My parents opened up the Village Hardware and Basket Shop in the Town and Country Village Shopping Center, in partnership with my uncle Kenneth Goold and his wife Agnes. They bought a house identical to ours, just on the next block over.
My father had a ring from when he was a Mason. I showed it to a friend, also a Mason, and he said the ring indicated that he was a Grand Master. Everyone in his family that I met were very quiet, very pleasant people. There was a story about two of his brothers meeting after many years of not seeing each other. They embraced, and asked how each was. They affirmed their states of well being. A moment of silence ensued, and then they said, "Well, it's been nice seeing you again," smiled, and departed. My father was certainly not known for his skills as a conversationalist.
Although I never saw him open a book to read, my father was obviously intelligent, and able to do complicated multiplications and divisions in his head. He was the bookkeeper for the business. He always beat me at checkers and ping pong. He helped me with my homework. When I was small, he'd read the funnies to me every night, and when I was older, he'd teach me card games, or we'd do jigsaw puzzles.
We would go to San Francisco once a year to visit his younger brother Merle. We'd go with him to the Ice Follies, and to places like Chinatown, Golden Gate Park, and Lombard Street. Uncle Merle would insist that we take the bus, since parking was so difficult. That was a novel experience for me.
We would visit my aunt Nora and her husband Ira Decker in Pacific Grove quite often. I always enjoyed visiting them. Sometimes their daughter Irene was there. She was my mother's age. She and my aunt would tell me about the family genealogy, and a bit about Mormonism.
I tried asking my dad about his parents, but he couldn't talk about them. I asked him about his World War experiences. He told me he tried to enlist, but wasn't accepted into the service during World War I, and never knew why. He was drafted into the army at the end of World War II, which was strange, since he was 47 years old. He was sent to Hawaii, and never saw any fighting. Some officer strolled by him one day, and asked him why an old man like him was there. He answered he didn't know. Soon after that, he was honorably discharged and sent home.
I asked my dad what kind of work he had done. He said he had done just about everything. He had been a chauffeur for a rich lady in Carmel, and he had worked on the railroad, and helped build houses. He had grown up on a ranch, he told me.
I never knew my dad to be sick or miss a day of work. He had two sports jackets and two pairs of shoes. Once in a while my mother would be able to sneak a pair away to get them repaired. It was impossible to get him into a store to buy anything new. She'd buy him shirts and ties, etc., for gifts. I really don't remember what they did about his pants...
We would drive to Carmel once a month, to visit my mother's mother. My dad would get us all singing. Some of the songs were "On Top of Old Smoky", and "Keep Your Sunny Side Up." Others were "There is a Tavern in the Town" and "Good Night, Irene."
He worked until he was 72, and then they sold the business. A few days later he complained about his hip as he was walking up my grandmother's stairs. My mother took him to the doctor. He was diagnosed with lung cancer, and they removed one of his lungs. Two months later, they discovered that the cancer had spread. He died in August, and was given a military burial, complete with flag ceremony and "Taps", with the sounds of the guns from Fort Ord echoing in the distance. --Joan King, 2019
Married Mabel Behrens, 19 May 1929, Los Angeles, California
Married Irene Estelle Goold, 28 September 1945, Reno, Washoe, Nevada
Married Mabel Gochran, 1950, Farmington, Davis, Utah
Biography by Joan King, his daughter and only child: Reuel Franklin King was born January 19, 1898, in Farmington, Utah, the second to the last of 8 siblings and 11 half-siblings. Thomas Franklin King, his father, married Hannah Temperance Moon after his first wife Lucy Ogden died, so Reuel was one of the second family's children. He was orphaned at a young age. His mother died when he was 10, and his father died when he 14. His sister, Elnora, or Nora, as we called her, was a surrogate mother to him and his siblings.
Ruel, the name he used later in life, attended a one-room school in North Farmington, where his sister Nora was one of the teachers. A good number of the students were his siblings and cousins, so the school photo is more like a family portrait. I got the usual story of his having to walk miles in the snow, uphill both ways, to get to school, although in his case, it may well have been true.
My father used to tell a story about when he was small, and went to answer the door, and saw "an old man" standing there, who asked to speak to his father. My father asked , "Who wants to know?" and the man replied, "I'm your brother."
My father went to Carmel when he was 19 or 20, I believe. The 1920 Census show him and his brother Merle living in a rooming house in Monterey and working as drivers for a transportation company. In 1929, he married Mabel Cochran. All I can find out about her so far was that she was born in Farmington, as well, although the 1930 census says California. They were married in Los Angeles California in 1929. They divorced, and never had children. Her last married name was probably Behrens, since that name appears on her 1929 marriage license.
My father was born into a devote Mormon pioneer family. He worked on the railroad, and was stationed in Hawaii after Pearl Harbor. He said he had had many jobs... My father was working at the Richfield Gas Station, and then at the Texaco Station in Carmel, when I was born. We moved to Palo Alto in 1953. My parents opened up the Village Hardware and Basket Shop in the Town and Country Village Shopping Center, in partnership with my uncle Kenneth Goold and his wife Agnes. They bought a house identical to ours, just on the next block over.
My father had a ring from when he was a Mason. I showed it to a friend, also a Mason, and he said the ring indicated that he was a Grand Master. Everyone in his family that I met were very quiet, very pleasant people. There was a story about two of his brothers meeting after many years of not seeing each other. They embraced, and asked how each was. They affirmed their states of well being. A moment of silence ensued, and then they said, "Well, it's been nice seeing you again," smiled, and departed. My father was certainly not known for his skills as a conversationalist.
Although I never saw him open a book to read, my father was obviously intelligent, and able to do complicated multiplications and divisions in his head. He was the bookkeeper for the business. He always beat me at checkers and ping pong. He helped me with my homework. When I was small, he'd read the funnies to me every night, and when I was older, he'd teach me card games, or we'd do jigsaw puzzles.
We would go to San Francisco once a year to visit his younger brother Merle. We'd go with him to the Ice Follies, and to places like Chinatown, Golden Gate Park, and Lombard Street. Uncle Merle would insist that we take the bus, since parking was so difficult. That was a novel experience for me.
We would visit my aunt Nora and her husband Ira Decker in Pacific Grove quite often. I always enjoyed visiting them. Sometimes their daughter Irene was there. She was my mother's age. She and my aunt would tell me about the family genealogy, and a bit about Mormonism.
I tried asking my dad about his parents, but he couldn't talk about them. I asked him about his World War experiences. He told me he tried to enlist, but wasn't accepted into the service during World War I, and never knew why. He was drafted into the army at the end of World War II, which was strange, since he was 47 years old. He was sent to Hawaii, and never saw any fighting. Some officer strolled by him one day, and asked him why an old man like him was there. He answered he didn't know. Soon after that, he was honorably discharged and sent home.
I asked my dad what kind of work he had done. He said he had done just about everything. He had been a chauffeur for a rich lady in Carmel, and he had worked on the railroad, and helped build houses. He had grown up on a ranch, he told me.
I never knew my dad to be sick or miss a day of work. He had two sports jackets and two pairs of shoes. Once in a while my mother would be able to sneak a pair away to get them repaired. It was impossible to get him into a store to buy anything new. She'd buy him shirts and ties, etc., for gifts. I really don't remember what they did about his pants...
We would drive to Carmel once a month, to visit my mother's mother. My dad would get us all singing. Some of the songs were "On Top of Old Smoky", and "Keep Your Sunny Side Up." Others were "There is a Tavern in the Town" and "Good Night, Irene."
He worked until he was 72, and then they sold the business. A few days later he complained about his hip as he was walking up my grandmother's stairs. My mother took him to the doctor. He was diagnosed with lung cancer, and they removed one of his lungs. Two months later, they discovered that the cancer had spread. He died in August, and was given a military burial, complete with flag ceremony and "Taps", with the sounds of the guns from Fort Ord echoing in the distance. --Joan King, 2019
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