I was born in 1899 in Cedar City, Utah. I learned later in life that I had a condition termed, dyslexia causing written characters to appear in an unorganized way making it difficult to read. However, I was able to understand principles taught to me orally or by example and had an excellent memory. I was able to quote the scriptures and teach and learn of their content. I have a firm conviction of the gospel of Jesus Christ and always try to live in accordance with the commandments. My father, Daniel Seavey Pendleton, Jr., was killed in an accident when I was six. He was hauling timber to the saw mill on Cedar Mountain. I received little opportunity for schooling but was sent into the mountains to tend sheep with my mother's family. I grew up with a great sense of responsibility at that tender age to help meet the needs of my family.
I hungered for knowledge and at the age of nineteen, I met Marvel Abbott in Bunkerville, Nevada. Her father, James S. Abbott took me under his wing and taught me the principles of the gospel. I believed the principles he taught; and that made all the difference in the remainder of my life and in the lives of my children. I made every attempt to share my convictions with anyone who would listen to the message of the restored gospel.
My sweetheart, Marvel Estella Abbott, was the first daughter of 15 children born to James and Chloie Abbott. She thereby assumed lots of responsibility in rearing the younger siblings. After I met her at the dance in Bunkerville, I went to her home to see her. No one answered the door so I sat down under a tree in the backyard. I soon heard the voices of young children coming from the corral where she had milked the cow and was bringing the milk to the house. I watched her strain the milk, and wash the faces and hands of each child and feed them. As I watched, I knew that this was the woman I wanted to rear my children.
After we were married, as with most of us, much of my time was spent in scrambling for a living. We moved from Cedar City to Las Vegas and back to Bunkerville. In Las Vegas I was shop foreman at the Oldsmobile garage. We moved back to Bunkerville to get away from the criminal element moving into Las Vegas at that time with the prospect of work on Hoover Dam. I set up a mechanic / blacksmith / machine shop in a burned out church in Bunkerville. I took in about $8 in the first three months of operation. I gave marvel $5 and told her to go buy her a pair of shoes. She said, "We haven't paid our tithing." I told her we would take care of that later but now she needed shoes. She took the money and paid our tithing. When she came back from Bishop Earl's, the backend of a car was sticking out of the garage and I was never out of work again.
I had vision and big ideas that were not always appreciated by others. The things that many called junk, I called material. While other men burned their houses one board at a time, I saved everything of potential value. I saw great value in every thing and every person.
In 1928, I learned from a surveyor that the road from St. George to Las Vegas should pass through the Virgin narrows. This influenced my choice of real estate and eventually I was able to convince the governor of Utah to seriously consider the plan that led to the construction of the Veterans Memorial Freeway (I-15) through the Gorge.
I believe that unless we do something good everyday we are not paying the rent for the space we take up on Earth. I have tried to live my life in accordance with such principles and teach them to all who will listen.
I hungered for knowledge and at the age of nineteen, I met Marvel Abbott in Bunkerville, Nevada. Her father, James S. Abbott took me under his wing and taught me the principles of the gospel. I believed the principles he taught; and that made all the difference in the remainder of my life and in the lives of my children. I made every attempt to share my convictions with anyone who would listen to the message of the restored gospel.
My sweetheart, Marvel Estella Abbott, was the first daughter of 15 children born to James and Chloie Abbott. She thereby assumed lots of responsibility in rearing the younger siblings. After I met her at the dance in Bunkerville, I went to her home to see her. No one answered the door so I sat down under a tree in the backyard. I soon heard the voices of young children coming from the corral where she had milked the cow and was bringing the milk to the house. I watched her strain the milk, and wash the faces and hands of each child and feed them. As I watched, I knew that this was the woman I wanted to rear my children.
After we were married, as with most of us, much of my time was spent in scrambling for a living. We moved from Cedar City to Las Vegas and back to Bunkerville. In Las Vegas I was shop foreman at the Oldsmobile garage. We moved back to Bunkerville to get away from the criminal element moving into Las Vegas at that time with the prospect of work on Hoover Dam. I set up a mechanic / blacksmith / machine shop in a burned out church in Bunkerville. I took in about $8 in the first three months of operation. I gave marvel $5 and told her to go buy her a pair of shoes. She said, "We haven't paid our tithing." I told her we would take care of that later but now she needed shoes. She took the money and paid our tithing. When she came back from Bishop Earl's, the backend of a car was sticking out of the garage and I was never out of work again.
I had vision and big ideas that were not always appreciated by others. The things that many called junk, I called material. While other men burned their houses one board at a time, I saved everything of potential value. I saw great value in every thing and every person.
In 1928, I learned from a surveyor that the road from St. George to Las Vegas should pass through the Virgin narrows. This influenced my choice of real estate and eventually I was able to convince the governor of Utah to seriously consider the plan that led to the construction of the Veterans Memorial Freeway (I-15) through the Gorge.
I believe that unless we do something good everyday we are not paying the rent for the space we take up on Earth. I have tried to live my life in accordance with such principles and teach them to all who will listen.
I was born in 1899 in Cedar City, Utah. I learned later in life that I had a condition termed, dyslexia causing written characters to appear in an unorganized way making it difficult to read. However, I was able to understand principles taught to me orally or by example and had an excellent memory. I was able to quote the scriptures and teach and learn of their content. I have a firm conviction of the gospel of Jesus Christ and always try to live in accordance with the commandments. My father, Daniel Seavey Pendleton, Jr., was killed in an accident when I was six. He was hauling timber to the saw mill on Cedar Mountain. I received little opportunity for schooling but was sent into the mountains to tend sheep with my mother's family. I grew up with a great sense of responsibility at that tender age to help meet the needs of my family.
I hungered for knowledge and at the age of nineteen, I met Marvel Abbott in Bunkerville, Nevada. Her father, James S. Abbott took me under his wing and taught me the principles of the gospel. I believed the principles he taught; and that made all the difference in the remainder of my life and in the lives of my children. I made every attempt to share my convictions with anyone who would listen to the message of the restored gospel.
My sweetheart, Marvel Estella Abbott, was the first daughter of 15 children born to James and Chloie Abbott. She thereby assumed lots of responsibility in rearing the younger siblings. After I met her at the dance in Bunkerville, I went to her home to see her. No one answered the door so I sat down under a tree in the backyard. I soon heard the voices of young children coming from the corral where she had milked the cow and was bringing the milk to the house. I watched her strain the milk, and wash the faces and hands of each child and feed them. As I watched, I knew that this was the woman I wanted to rear my children.
After we were married, as with most of us, much of my time was spent in scrambling for a living. We moved from Cedar City to Las Vegas and back to Bunkerville. In Las Vegas I was shop foreman at the Oldsmobile garage. We moved back to Bunkerville to get away from the criminal element moving into Las Vegas at that time with the prospect of work on Hoover Dam. I set up a mechanic / blacksmith / machine shop in a burned out church in Bunkerville. I took in about $8 in the first three months of operation. I gave marvel $5 and told her to go buy her a pair of shoes. She said, "We haven't paid our tithing." I told her we would take care of that later but now she needed shoes. She took the money and paid our tithing. When she came back from Bishop Earl's, the backend of a car was sticking out of the garage and I was never out of work again.
I had vision and big ideas that were not always appreciated by others. The things that many called junk, I called material. While other men burned their houses one board at a time, I saved everything of potential value. I saw great value in every thing and every person.
In 1928, I learned from a surveyor that the road from St. George to Las Vegas should pass through the Virgin narrows. This influenced my choice of real estate and eventually I was able to convince the governor of Utah to seriously consider the plan that led to the construction of the Veterans Memorial Freeway (I-15) through the Gorge.
I believe that unless we do something good everyday we are not paying the rent for the space we take up on Earth. I have tried to live my life in accordance with such principles and teach them to all who will listen.
I hungered for knowledge and at the age of nineteen, I met Marvel Abbott in Bunkerville, Nevada. Her father, James S. Abbott took me under his wing and taught me the principles of the gospel. I believed the principles he taught; and that made all the difference in the remainder of my life and in the lives of my children. I made every attempt to share my convictions with anyone who would listen to the message of the restored gospel.
My sweetheart, Marvel Estella Abbott, was the first daughter of 15 children born to James and Chloie Abbott. She thereby assumed lots of responsibility in rearing the younger siblings. After I met her at the dance in Bunkerville, I went to her home to see her. No one answered the door so I sat down under a tree in the backyard. I soon heard the voices of young children coming from the corral where she had milked the cow and was bringing the milk to the house. I watched her strain the milk, and wash the faces and hands of each child and feed them. As I watched, I knew that this was the woman I wanted to rear my children.
After we were married, as with most of us, much of my time was spent in scrambling for a living. We moved from Cedar City to Las Vegas and back to Bunkerville. In Las Vegas I was shop foreman at the Oldsmobile garage. We moved back to Bunkerville to get away from the criminal element moving into Las Vegas at that time with the prospect of work on Hoover Dam. I set up a mechanic / blacksmith / machine shop in a burned out church in Bunkerville. I took in about $8 in the first three months of operation. I gave marvel $5 and told her to go buy her a pair of shoes. She said, "We haven't paid our tithing." I told her we would take care of that later but now she needed shoes. She took the money and paid our tithing. When she came back from Bishop Earl's, the backend of a car was sticking out of the garage and I was never out of work again.
I had vision and big ideas that were not always appreciated by others. The things that many called junk, I called material. While other men burned their houses one board at a time, I saved everything of potential value. I saw great value in every thing and every person.
In 1928, I learned from a surveyor that the road from St. George to Las Vegas should pass through the Virgin narrows. This influenced my choice of real estate and eventually I was able to convince the governor of Utah to seriously consider the plan that led to the construction of the Veterans Memorial Freeway (I-15) through the Gorge.
I believe that unless we do something good everyday we are not paying the rent for the space we take up on Earth. I have tried to live my life in accordance with such principles and teach them to all who will listen.
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