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Thero Richard Tippets |
| Birth |
25 Jul 1944 |
Pocatello, Bannock, Idaho, United States  |
| Gender |
Male |
| Initiatory (LDS) |
20 Sep 1963 |
SLAKE |
| FamilySearch ID |
LNJB-SW3 |
| Death |
28 Oct 2018 |
Bountiful, Davis, Utah, United States |
| Burial |
2 Nov 2018 |
Centerville City Cemetery, Davis, Utah, United States |
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| Person ID |
I122838 |
mytree |
| Last Modified |
25 Feb 2024 |
| Father |
Thero Eames "Tip" Tippets, b. 25 Apr 1911, Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States d. 6 Dec 1980, Idaho Falls, Bonneville, Idaho, United States (Age 69 years) |
| Mother |
Ruth Ida Ruchti, b. 10 Jan 1914, Ashton, Fremont, Idaho, United States d. 30 Jun 2002, Bountiful, Davis, Utah, United States (Age 88 years) |
| Marriage |
8 Nov 1937 |
Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States |
| Family ID |
F407 |
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 | Birth - 25 Jul 1944 - Pocatello, Bannock, Idaho, United States |
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 | Initiatory (LDS) - 20 Sep 1963 - SLAKE |
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 | Marriage - 9 Sep 1966 - Idaho Falls, Bonneville, Idaho, United States |
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 | Death - 28 Oct 2018 - Bountiful, Davis, Utah, United States |
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 | Burial - 2 Nov 2018 - Centerville City Cemetery, Davis, Utah, United States |
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- T. Richard Tippets
Born: July 25, 1944 in Pocatello, Idaho
Son of Thero (“Tip”) Tippets and Ruth Ruchti Tippets
Sisters: Marlene (stillborn) and Patrician Ann Tippets Johnson
Married: Clare Ann Campbell on September 9, 1966 in the Idaho Falls, Id a ho Temple
Children: Todd Richard Tippets, October 30, 1969
Lora Lee Tippets Saxey, May 11, 1973
Jared Nathan Tippets, February 23, 1976
Grandfather of: Hannah Marie Saxey 11-24-1997
Alexander Richard Tippets 08-12-1999
Rachel Ann Saxey 04-15-2000
Anna Elizabeth Tippets 08-18-2002
Tyler James Tippets 12-14-2002
Alayna Jayne Saxey 05-27-2005
Clark Tippets 06-05-2005
Andrew Tippets 09-16-2005
Benson G. Tippets 01-19-2008
I was born on July 25, 1944 in Pocatello, Idaho to Ruth Ruchti and The r o Eames Tippets. World War II was going on at the time so my mother w a s living with her mother in a small two bedroom, one bathroom house . I t was a unique situation because several other women moved home to b e wit h the parents while husbands were off to war. Because the home wa s so sm all, conditions were crowded but no one complained because they a ll wante d to be together for moral support and to save money.
I was around two years old when my father returned from Europe where h e s erved in the war. My parents had purchased a home on 7th Street in I dah o Falls prior to my father leaving. So when mom moved to Pocatello i n th e absence of my father my Aunt Martha and Uncle Howard moved into ou r hom e. Upon dad’s return we went back to Idaho Falls as a family, whi ch wa s hard for me. I had become accustomed to sleeping with my mom a t grandm a’s house and didn’t really like this new man who had stepped in to my lif e. Dad had played poker on the ship coming home from German y and had w on enough money to pay off the house and buy a car. My paren ts lived i n that house on 7th Street their whole lives never having a ho use payment . The house cost only $2700 to begin with, which is nothing , compared t o today’s standards.
Howard and Martha moved to a house on Lomax when we came back to Idaho F a lls. Our families were very close over the years. We did everything t og ether. Their oldest son, Ed, was my age and we were the best of frien ds . We went fishing with our fathers all the times and often the moms w oul d tag along and have picnics and play for the day while the men fishe d .
I have fond memories of the times I spent at Grandma Ruchti’s house . W e often went there but seldom went to Grandma and Grandpa Tippets’ h ome . I remember playing canasta by the house with grandma and other rel ativ es. I remember a painting grandma had hanging over her dining roo m table . It was a scene of an English countryside home. After grandm a died m y mom gave that picture to me and Clare and I now have that pain ting hang ing in our own home. We also got a dining table from Grandma R uchti, whi ch we had refinished and that table stands, in the entryway o f our home t oday. I have great memories of eating Thanksgiving and Ch ristmas dinne rs around that table. We also ate Sunday dinner there occa sionally. I t seemed it took forever to get the food passed around tha t table when yo u were a hungry, growing boy. There was a long closet th at connected th e two bedrooms in grandma’s house. We used to have so mu ch fun playing i n that closet. We called it our secret hideaway .
I remember going to a big park near grandma’s house called Ross’s par k . We used to play by the big river that went through the park and ou r pa rents never seemed to worry about letting us be there alone. I woul dn’ t dare let my children or grandchildren play there without supervisio n to day. My Grandfather, Ernst Ruchti, worked for the railroad and wa s in ch arge of all the baggage at the train station. We (my cousins, Ro ss & Dav id, and I) used to walk down to see him at work and climb all ov er the ba ggage.
I lived in a typical neighborhood and played cowboys & Indians, army ( w e had canteens & helmets), and rode bikes a lot around the block and do w n thru the alleys. The game of choice for boys was marbles. I would s ta y after school each day and play marbles for hours. I went to schoo l ear ly to play marbles as well. We used to play kiss tag with the girl s at r ecess. I also loved to play baseball and would practice throwin g a tenni s ball against the house for hours on end. My parents let me p lay Littl e League Baseball. I usually played second base. I would hav e to ride m y bike to the practices, which were held at a park two mile s from my hous e. I never remember my parents taking me to a practice o r coming to on e of my baseball games. As I got a little older I playe d football durin g my Junior High School years. I was small, so I spen t most of my time o n the bench. One season the coach did let me play qu arterback a few time s.
School was not my favorite thing. Teachers tried to make me be quiet, a n d I must have struggled a bit because mom had me go to a tutor after sc ho ol. The tutor grew the largest pumpkins in her garden, and she woul d bri be me with the biggest pumpkin in the patch if I would be a good bo y an d do my schoolwork. I’ve always loved Halloween ever since those ea rly d ays. It was so much fun to dress in homemade costumes and run arou nd th e neighborhood collecting candy in a large sack. I always enjoy ta king c ider and donuts to work on Halloween Day.
I remember when television first came to my neighborhood. It was real l y something to have a television. Wow! What an invention. I remembe r so me people we knew in Shelley (a little town south of Idaho Falls) ha d one . It was a tiny little TV. And had huge antennae on top of the hou se t o receive the signal, which came from Salt Lake City. It was blac k and w hite of course. We finally bought one and as I recall it cost ar ound $45 0, which was a lot of money in those days (in the 1950’s). We w ould ofte n have to replace blown out tubes in the TV. to keep it workin g .
The boys in my neighborhood formed a “Smokey the Bear Club”. We met a n d made posters about preventing forest fires and posted them around th e n eighborhood. We also wore “prevent forest fire” badges and learned a bou t trees and made signs to encourage people to save the trees and no t to s moke in the forests.
As a young boy I became interested in ham radios. My parents actually b o ught me one, which surprised me. I had to go to a special class to lea r n the Morse code to be qualified to operate it. I acquired a license a n d my license number was KN7BQX. I made calls around the United State s . We had to have big antennae on our house so I could make it work.
At some point in my boyhood years, my parents bought the house next doo r s to our home. They wanted more land. It had an old house on the lot , s o my dad and I worked at tearing down the home. We would have a bi g bon fire every day after school to burn the wood from that house. We e ventua lly planted more grass and used the old garage that belonged to th e hous e we tore down for a shed and workshop for my dad .
As I got to be older, school was more fun and I had lots of friend s . I did well in school. I ran for a student body office during the sp ri ng of my junior year. I won the election and served as Student body M oni tor my senior year of High School. I enjoyed the school games and da nce s and started to date some. I met my high school sweetheart spring o f m y junior year. We dated that summer and all during my senior year . He r name was Clare Ann Campbell. She was a year younger than I was . W e were good friends and did lots of fun things together such as bi ke ridi ng, playing tennis, swimming, picnicking, dances, games, etc . I went aw ay to college at B.Y.U. and corresponded with Clare and wen t home to I.F . about once a month to see her. She invited me to her Sen ior Prom an d I invited her to B.Y.U. for the Junior Prom. She came dow n and staye d in the girl’s dorm for the weekend. We had lots of fun . I took her t o a stomp (California style dance) at Cannon Center, wh ich was “big tim e” for a high school girl. I played golf a lot in hig h school with all m y friends. I worked to earn money for a summer pass.
My working career began at a hardware store. My job was to assemble toy s , bikes, wagons, tricycles, and push cars. They would arrive in many , ma ny pieces in a box and it was my job to figure out how to put them t ogeth er. This turned out to be a big help to me throughout my life a s I was q uite handy at fixing things around the home. As I recall my wa ge was 5 0 - 75 cents per hour. I worked for hours on end downstairs a t the hardw are store. I’ve been a “fix-it” guy ever since. I worke d there durin g my junior high school days. It was seasonal work as I wa s really bus y in the fall prior to Christmas time and then things slacke d off till su mmer time rolled around.
During my high school years I worked evenings and weekends at a servic e s tation as a filling attendant. I had to service every car that cam e in-f ill it with gas, check the oil, and wash the windows. That is alm ost unh eard of today as you usually fill your own car with gasoline an d wash you r own windows. Now the oil seldom ever gets checked. Whe n I wasn’t serv icing cars, I was to sweep the entire gas station drivewa y with a push br oom, which took forever. I worked at a station with m y good friend, Bo b St. Clair. We took turns on Saturday and Sunday an d every other night . During my senior year of high school I worked a t a men’s clothing sto re called Brown and Gesas. I remember that wa s a prestigious job for a h igh school boy. I had to keep the shelves st ocked, wrap gifts for custom ers, and make coffee for the guests and empl oyees. In high school I wor e docker type pants with shirts and ties . Yes---ties to high school .
Dressing in Junior High was quite different. If you wanted to be a “coo l ” dresser you wore light colored pants with flowered shirts with the sl ee ves rolled up and your pants pulled down as low as possible without th e m falling off. It was in style to wear a dog tag with your name and ad dr ess on it. If you liked a girl hopefully she would accept your dog ta g t o wear around her neck. The meant you were “going together”. That n eve r happened to me. In P.E. they wanted girls and boys to dance togeth er . Oh my that was so embarrassing. I hated to do that.
Speaking of girls, I remember one year as a young boy in grade schoo l , a friend and I picked a girl up by her ankles and put her head in a g ar bage can while the teacher was out of the classroom. Well, when the t eac her came back guess who was really in trouble? The really bad part a bou t this deed I had done was that it was very near to the Christmas Hol iday . I had begged and pleaded for a chemistry set for Christmas. I wa nte d it in the worst way. I searched all over town for the one I wante d an d told my parents where they could buy it. I knew if they found ou t abou t my mischievous deed I would not get that chemistry set. I didn’ t wan t them to find out, so when I had to visit the principal in his off ice , I told him I would do anything for him if he just wouldn’t tell m y pare nts. He didn’t luckily, and I ended up getting that chemistry s et fo r Christmas. I learned to make stink bombs with Sulphur. It smell ed lik e rotten eggs in my basement. Later on some friends and I mad e stink b ombs which we took out to the sand dunes to explode .
I loved fireworks and looked forward to the 4th of July. My cousin, Ros s , and I lit some M80’s which were illegal . We had planned to take s om e up to Island Park for the 4th celebration, but when we got there the y w ere nowhere to be found. My mother must have confiscated them and th row n them in the garbage.
Scouting and camping out has always been a big part of my life. We star t ed out camping in tents not only in the summer, but we even camped in t h e fall and spring which often meant snow fell. We had a jeep that w e t ook to Hatchery Ford to camp on the opening of fishing season one yea r . As we arrived it started to snow and continued on for 4 days. It s no wed so much our tent caved on. My job was to collect wood for the fi re . I chopped wood off and on all day long with my ax so we could kee p th e fire going and stay warm. One of our friends that went was a Mr . McHa n who fixed great meals for us. To leave the camp at the end of o ur sta y we had to climb a steep road trying to pull a wagon that held a ll ou r supplies behind the jeep through the deep rutted muddy roads. O nce i n a while my dad would rent a cabin at Mack’s Inn on the North For k of th e Snake River. That was really luxury to stay in a cabin with wa rm bed s and even a shower. We used to float down the river on a big, ye llow ru bber raft which my parents owned. They would tie a very long ro pe to th e boat and let us float down as far as the rope would go then w e would pu ll ourselves back up river and do it over again. That way m y parents did n’t have to worry about me floating way down river .
One time at Hatchery Ford we were camping with Howard & Martha and fami l y and the dads were going to float down the river in the rubber raft . We ll, the rapids were so high from spring run-off that they decided t hat Ti p would go down the river alone and Howard would walk with the wom en an d children along the trail. Well, as we got hiking it turned out t he tra il was very dangerous as the pathway was right on the ledge of a s teep mo untain and if anyone of us had fallen it would have been a 200 fo ot fall . They were probably risking more by walking on the ledge tha n by goin g down the river in the boat.
Ed and I fished with our fathers hundreds of times up in the Island Pa r k area. I look back in amazement at how much freedom our fathers allow e d us boys. We would go off into the woods with our guns and shoot hou r o n end. I wouldn’t dare let my sons do that when they were that age w it h no parental supervision. One funny experience I remember was afte r m y dad had purchased a new rubber raft, he let Ed and I float down th e ri ver from Big Springs to Macks. It took us an hour to get the boa t blow n up so we could start our float trip. We just got in the boat an d start ed down the river when we decided to light a couple of firecracke rs we ha d brought along. After lighting several we realized that the sp arks ha d made holes in the new rubber raft and our boat was losing air . One o f us would try to cover up the holes with our fingers while th e other wou ld keep blowing more air in the boat to keep it afloat. Whe n we finall y made it to Macks after several hours, my dad gave me a fe w really har d swift kicks in the behind. He was furious that we had rui ned his bran d new boat.
Because our families loved the Island Park area so much, my parents boug h t a lot in Island Park and dad and I proceeded to build a cabin. We bu il t a small cabin-living room, one small bedroom and a fairly large kitc hen . We had to use the outdoor privy for the bathroom and pumped our wa te r from a pump. Every time we needed hot water we had to heat it on th e s tove. Our family spent most weekends and vacation weeks at the cabi n ev ery summer. Aunt Martha and Uncle Howard and family joined us frequ ently . It was a place we loved to go before Clare and I got married an d we to ok our children there when they were small. After dad died in 19 80 we de cided to sell it as it was difficult for us to take care of whe n we live d in the Salt Lake area. My sister and her family didn’t see m that inter ested in helping to keep it up, and it was a lot of work fo r our family . Every time we went there we spent a great deal of time fi xing things .
Another funny incident that happened to Rich when he was 11 or 12 year s o f age was that he went up to his uncle’s farm in Ashton to visit wit h hi s cousin one summer. We had to help do chores as that is what far m boy s do. We had to fill the manure spreader with manure and pull i t behin d the tractor up and down the field to spread the manure. Wel l I rode o n the tractor while my cousin drove. When we got to the en d of the fiel d my cousin told me I could drive the tractor back and h e would wait fo r him to come back down the field. I thought that sounde d great to be ab le to drive a tractor so I jumped on it. Well, as I dro ve back toward th e house the wind was blowing and blew the wet manure al l over me-in my ey es, ears, and all over my body and hair. I was a mess . As soon as I par ked the tractor I ran and jumped in the canal to was h off. It was disgus ting. I then knew why my cousin had volunteered t o have me drive it back .
It seems like all my life I have been involved in Scouting. As a you t h I went to troop meetings and have often remembered my Scout Master , Ho well, and all that he did for me. I actually remember standing aro un d a campfire, alone, late at night after I had been involved a long ti m e as an adult, speaking to the heavens saying, “Howell, we are even now . ” My youth camping was at the base of the Grand Tetons where we wer e le ad to Table Rock and then left to get back down the best way we coul d . I received my Eagle at the age of 14 which was a very young age to g e t that award as adults could earn merit badges and Cat Thompson, a spor ti ng goods store owner, prided himself on having earned every merit badg e t here was.
After I graduated from college and moved to Portland, Oregon, they ask e d me to be scout master. I said no, not now. I have often wondered i f t hat was wrong but hope I served adequately during my later years. Cu b Sc out leadership came next and we hiked up the Clackamas in the rain . The n there was the 50 mile float trip down the Willamette which a gr oup o f scouts and my very good friend, Don Larson, and I took. Don an d I ha d built wood strip canoes that winter in our garage in Beaverton , Oregon . Clare was pregnant with Lora at the time so that probably was n’t the b est idea because it was a very stinky process. That was a tru e labor o f love, because it took us hours and hours. The first trip ou t we droppe d the canoe and cracked it on the rocks in the river. I cont inued with s couting when we moved to Richland, Washington. I took th e scouts includ ing our son, Todd, on a hike in the state of Washington . We went to th e top of some mountains and slid down the glaciers on pl astic bags .
While in Richland I took up boating which was a great love of mine fo r s everal years. We bought a used 16 foot Seaswirl which we took out o n th e Columbia River just two blocks from our home on many occasions . Man y of our friends and neighbors had boats too so we had lots of f un boatin g and picnicking and teaching our kids how to waterski. We w ould go ou t after work and never come home til it was dark. We also lov ed to go t o Levy Landing on the Snake River just above Ice Harbor Dam . What a quai nt experience it was to go through the locks . The wate r was warm up the re and the kids loved it. Clare tried a couple of time s to water ski bu t never really liked it. All of our children became ex cellent water skie rs in their teen years.
When we moved to Utah, we bought a new Seaswirl, this time an 18.5 foo t b oat. We had to get a new car to pull the boat so we bought a Chevrol et B lazer. We took many trips to Lake Powell which was our favorite fa mil y vacation. We loved the warm water there and miles and miles of sho reli ne. We especially loved exploring all the narrow canyons. We usu all y were in a rented houseboat with friends which was always a great ex peri ence. It was so hot there that we usually all slept on the top dec k unde r the stars. Many happy memories linger in our minds of those tri ps wit h the Hintzes, Komms, and Larsons. However as time wore on an d the kid s left home we sold the boat thus bringing to pass the two bes t days o f a boater’s life---the day you buy your boat, and the day you s ell you r boat.
One story just crossed my mind about an experience we had while livin g i n Richland. One time my friend and I had gone fishing and had staye d wa y longer than we should have so as we came down river it was dark . As w e approached the boat ramp we could see lots of people lined up w aving an d shouting. There was another boat on the river with people w aving an d shouting also. We went over and talked with the man and lad y on the b oat. They said they had been pulling their son behind thei r boat and h e had fallen into the water. When they tried to circle bac k around for h im their motor stopped working and their son had floated o n down the rive r. They were frantic thinking perhaps he had drowned . It was late an d very cold and the water was ice cold now. We tol d them we would tak e off and go looking for their son. About 4 or 5 mil es downriver we sa w a lifeless body floating in the water. We thought h e was dead, but a s we pulled him aboard our boat his eyes opened. He wa s so cold. We wra pped in our coats and hurried back to the dock. The f ire dept. and ambul ance was there waiting for us. Another boater had a rrived and towed th e parents in their stalled boat back to shore. The y were so grateful tha t we had found their son. I often wonder if we ha d not stayed later tha t night fishing, would the boy ever have been foun d. I know the boy’s gu ardian angel was watching out for him and delaye d us going in that nigh t so we could help in the rescue.
When we moved to Utah in 1982 because of a job change for me, I becam e a ctively involved in scouting again when I was asked to be the Scoutma ster . I worked with a friend named Irv Rencher who I had known in M.B. A. Sc hool at B.Y.U. He was a truly dedicated scouter (Woodbadge) and t he who le bit. He was scoutmaster in one ward and I was it in the othe r ward . We combined our troops to have a larger, more successful one . We ha d many great campouts at Haystack Lake and Washington Lake in t he high U intahs. It rained and rained on many of those trips. We had r ented port -o-potties and the whole bit. I was famous for my “tall tales ” that ofte n made the boys a bit nervous to be in the woods .
I had taken a winter survival course while living in Richland, Washingto n , so I felt pretty made for whatever might come our way weather wis e . I had made an igloo to sleep in and had experience going to the bath ro om at night in 30 mile an hour winds in a terrible snowstorm with -1 0 deg ree temperatures.
I must admit that I was not the dedicated scouter like Irv Rencher was , b ut I was a dedicated father who wanted to go and be with my own son s whil e they were of scouting age. After they were gone, I found I kne w how t o work the program, but I didn’t care for camping out in nature w ith a bu nch of young boys anymore.
As was mentioned earlier, school was not real easy for me in grade schoo l . In fact my mom had me tutored. I struggled with English and penmans hi p and still do to this day. I had such a difficult time writing pape rs , but my mom helped me and I made it through. Jr. High was filled wi t h trying to figure out my relationship with girls. My first date wa s i n 9th grade---there was no recommended age limit for dating back in t hos e days. The first time I tried to get up the courage to ask a girl o ut , I picked up the phone ten times and hung up every time before I fina ll y waited for her to answer the phone. I was so terrified to ask a gir l o ut. We danced at dances at arm’s length-there was no kissing.
Somewhere in my early years my parents gave me accordion lessons. As lo n g as the teacher would let me have the numbers on the keys, I would tr y t o play, but when he took the numbers off I refused to try to learn an ymor e. I never could read music. Singing was a negative experience fo r me a s well. I was in a mixed chorus in 8th or 9th grade and when we w ere pra cticing for a state competition the teacher told me quietly tha t when w e entered the stage for judging I was just to mimic the words an d not sin g one note. I didn’t sing again even in church for 40 years . Then I hea rd a talk by Apostle Nelson who related an experience abou t attendin g a deaf ward where people sang, so now I sing. I have enjoye d going t o musicals such as Phantom of the Opera in New York City and L e Miserable s in Salt Lake City. I always enjoyed the kids high schoo l musicals .
Along came high school and I had a blast. I worked, played golf, and h u nted ducks and geese with my friends. In high school I met a very spec ia l girl who became my eternal companion. I ran for a student body off ic e and had lots of really good friends. Clare and I had many fun date s to gether in high school.
I hunted a lot with my cousin Ed and Uncle Howard in my early years. Ra b bits were our choice to hunt as the farmers wanted thousands killed, be ca use they were overrunning the fields and destroying the crops. The f arm ers even provided the shells if guys would come to their farms and ki ll r abbits. My dad and uncle would fill a pickup truck full of dead rab bit s and take them to a farmer who would buy the rabbits from them for t he r abbit pelts. Then the dads would have enough money to take their wi ves a nd kids out for dinner that night .
I have always felt that I had a testimony of the Gospel. Even thoug h a s a youth I didn’t attend church much, and we didn’t let church inter fer e with our family outings and fun I still believed it was true. I e nde d up serving a two year mission in Sao Paulo Brazil for the church fr om 1 963 - 1965. It was filled with challenges for me and I struggled mi ghtil y trying to learn how to speak Portuguese. I spent a lot of time o n my k nees praying for help in learning the language and talking to my H eavenl y Father. Slowly the language started to come---just like my test imony d id and finally I realized, yes it was TRUE, just as I had been ta ught . I read the Book of Mormon and put the promise to the test and go t my a nswer. On many scouting campouts I slept out under the stars rat her tha n in a tent, and one night as I lay there looking up into the Hea vens I h eard a voice-maybe it was just the wind, but it seemed to say t o me, “I a m God of the Heaven and Earth and all this have I made for you r enjoyment . Serve me and your life shall be blessed.” Now I know th ere is a God . Even though the language was hard, I had conversio n opportunities . In fact, many years later I heard that an attorney w e had baptized bec ame a stake president and later went on to serve a s a mission president .
The love of my life came into my life early. There was this cute girl , C lare Campbell, who came to help me paint posters for my “Charlie Brow n” c ampaign. I was taken at first meeting and pursued her. We dated th roug h her junior and my senior year as well as my first year of college . The n during my mission she fell in love with another, but as fate wou ld hav e it she was still there when I got home. We weren’t ready to sta rt up w here we had left off, but after time we fell in love again and we re marri ed in the Idaho Falls Temple on September 9, 1966. We have ha d a wonderf ul life together adding three wonderful children and to thi s point soon t o be 5 grandchildren. Now at 57 and 58 years of age we ar e in the twilig ht of life having a wonderful time. We love traveling i n our motorhome a nd to other places as well. We love our grandchildre n and being with the m, spoiling them. We just enjoy doing things togeth er .
Motor homing has been a lot of fun for us. We started in 1995 when a fr i end named Kevin Samuelson invited us to go on a trip to Mt. Rushmore . W e took Jared and off we went and had a blast. We couldn’t decide wh ethe r to buy a trailer or a motorhome. A wise older gentleman (Wayne H intze ) told me that it is very simple. When you buy a trailer the fun b egin s when you get to where you are going, but when you buy a motorhom e the f un begins when you pull out of your driveway. The bought a neat g reen an d white Yellowstone class C unit which we used for a year and wen t on sev eral trips. A year later we bought a class A type motorhome (bu s). It i s 32 feet long and has all the comforts of home when you are cam ping outd oors. I have always enjoyed puttering around, fixing things, an d preparin g for every and any eventuality. Motor homing provides an opp ortunity fo r all of those things. We enjoy going with a group of people , but we als o just love going by ourselves. We take walks, eat good foo d, and just s imply relax. Colter Bay at Jackson Lake, Washington Lak e in the Uintah’ s, Perception Park above Pineview Reservoir, and Hobbl e Creek Canyon ar e just a few of our favorite places to go. We have t aken several trip s through Yellowstone Park and think that seeing that p ark in the motorho me is the ultimate.
A couple of interesting sidelights in my life are that I was a stand i n f or a war movie that was being filmed in Utah during my college days . I t was a war movie and they needed lots of guys to march in army boot s. T herefore, my feet were in the movie, The Longest Day .
One time when I was on business in Canada when I worked for Evans Produc t s out of Portland, Oregon, I was taking a train from the midpart of Can ad a to the west coast as roads were not drivable that time of year. Wel l i t snowed so hard on this trip that the train could not progress forwa rd . We were snowbound and stranded on this train for several days. I h a d a sleeper car but gave it up to a woman who had a small child or so . T hey were running low on food. It was quite an amazing experience . I wa s very relieved when they were finally able to push the snow an d open th e train track again.
Another time I was on business in Florida and one evening in my spare ti m e I decided to rent an air boat and go for a ride in the Everglades. W el l I went way back in somewhere when the boat quit on me. I didn’t kno w i f I would ever get out alive. There was not a soul around to hear m y cri es for help, and I certainly couldn’t walk or swim out because of t he all igators.
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