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Constance Irene Lund |
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Connie |
| Birth |
17 Feb 1923 |
Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States  |
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Female |
| Initiatory (LDS) |
28 Jun 1951 |
| FamilySearch ID |
KWZ7-L3V |
| Death |
5 Oct 2003 |
Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States |
| Burial |
8 Oct 2003 |
Elysian Burial Gardens, Millcreek, Salt Lake, Utah, United States |
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| Person ID |
I5008 |
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25 Feb 2024 |
| Father |
Djalmar Emanuel Lund, b. 4 May 1882, Søllested, Lolland, Sjælland, Kongeriget Danmark d. 11 Jul 1966, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States (Age 84 years) |
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Ågot Marie Rytterager, b. 11 Jan 1884, Kristiania, Oslo, Kongeriket Norge d. 9 Sep 1966, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States (Age 82 years) |
| Marriage |
27 May 1903 |
Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States |
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F3105 |
Group Sheet | Family Chart |
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Robert Clair Neel, b. 21 May 1927, Park City, Summit, Utah, United States d. 4 Oct 2006, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States (Age 79 years) |
| Marriage |
13 Aug 1951 |
Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States |
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F3482 |
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21 Apr 2024 |
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 | Birth - 17 Feb 1923 - Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States |
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| Marriage - 13 Aug 1951 - Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States |
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| Death - 5 Oct 2003 - Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States |
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 | Burial - 8 Oct 2003 - Elysian Burial Gardens, Millcreek, Salt Lake, Utah, United States |
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- Death: U.S., Social Security Death Index, 1935-2014
Obituary: Constance Irene Lund Neel "Connie" Constance "Connie" Irene Lu n d Neel, 80, passed away peacefully, Sunday, October 5, 2003 surrounde d b y her loving family. She was born Feb. 17, 1923 the sixth Child of Dj alma r and Aagot Lund. Raised in Salt Lake City, she graduated from the U niver sity of Utah. She was a teacher and operated a private kindergarte n for m any years. Connie married Robert C. Neel, August 13, 1951 in th e Salt Lak e Temple. Connie was a devoted wife, mother and member of Th e Church of J esus Christ of Latter-day Saints, holding many ward and sta ke positions . She and Bob served in the Naga Philippines Mission as wel l as two servi ce missions at Church headquarters in Salt Lake City. Sh e is survived b y her dear husband Bob, children Robert C. (Gloria) Nee l Jr., Stuart D. ( Trina) Neel, Valeri N. (Scott) Stewart, Peggy D. Perki ns, S. Trent (Valen e) Neel, Elizabeth N. (Marc) Horne, 20 grandchildren , four great-grandchi ldren, a sister Margot White and a brother, Gordo n Lund. Funeral service s will be held at 12:00 noon, Thursday, October 9 , 2003 at the East Millc reek 11th Ward, 2702 E. Evergreen Ave (3350 Sout h) in Salt Lake City. A v iewing will be held from 6:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m . Wednesday, October 8, a t the East Millcreek 7th Ward, 3408 South Celes te Way and on Thursday on e hour prior to services at the 11th Ward, wher e friends and family may c all. Interment will follow at Elysian Burial G ardens.
I, Constance Irene Lund, was born on February 17, 1923 at 677 West Capit o l Street, being the sixth child and fifth girl of my parents. All of t h e other children reported that I sounded like a little chicken being ha tc hed and have had a weak little voice ever since. Most of my mother’s b abi es were delivered in our home on West Capitol Street. The children sl ep t on a sleeping porch adjoining the kitchen and all of the commotion c oul d be heard through the open window .
To my remembrance the most vivid memories were involving accidents a n d a first spanking. When learning to crawl, I ventured into the kitche n a nd obtained a large cocoa can. With the desire of making a drink fro m th e little cocoa remaining in the can, I after long procedure reache d the f ront yard hose. Wishing to receive compliments for my accomplishm ents , I ascended the back porch stairs with the can between my hands. Fo r bal ance it was necessary that I lean my face against the edge of the c an . A bad cut resulted almost injuring my right eye. I also acquired a s ca r from an accident that occurred at our neighbor’s home. I fell again s t a red hot coal range which badly burned my left arm. It did not tak e lo ng for me to have forgotten all about it because I was showered wit h so m any gifts and attention.
When I was about four years old, I started looking for a little exciteme n t. This particular night I stood watching my father use an atomizer . I be came very engrossed in what he was doing. I stood and watched hi m and ach ed to try it myself. Luck was with me at the time for the telep hone rang . As soon as he left the room, I picked the sprayer up in my ha nds and tr ied my best to perform the operation I had been witnessing. Lu ck wasn’t w ith me this time; the sprayer slipped out of my hands into th e bathtub an d smashed in a myriad of pieces. The first thing I did was t o hide behin d the bathroom door. When Daddy discovered what had taken pl ace, he looke d all over for me. My dress probably gave me away because b efore I knew i t, I was looking into Daddy’s angry face. Then and there o ccurred my firs t spanking.
At the age of five my first playmate, Maxine Holbrook, and I attended t h e kindergarten of the Wasatch School. The first day everything seemed v er y new to us and we were a little frightened, but we soon became accust ome d to it; I fell asleep over my first drawing of a red brick house.
A year later in 1929 our family moved to 266 Douglas Street where a ne w h ouse had just been built. It was a charming house and my sisters fel t tha t this would bring them more prestige than the house on West Capito l Stre et. I think it was their urgings that convinced Mother and Dad t o move, a lthough we had one of the better homes in the neighborhood. W e attended t he University Ward. The first night spent in our new home wa s very exciti ng, including my bath which had to be taken in an old-fashi oned washtub b ecause the new one was occupied with plaster of paris. Th e next morning a fter gathering my clothes, I played with my doll in ou r backyard, and her e I met my first new friend, Afton Paul. After introd ucing ourselves, I i nvited her for tea in our new basement. It wasn’t lo ng before I was acqua inted with all of the girls in the neighborhood.
In September when school opened it was necessary that I be separated fr o m my newly-acquired playmates and attend the Wasatch School because th e f ormer school was too crowded for additional students. It wasn’t lon g befo re I met Rowena Love, who became my dearest school companion. We w alked t o and from school together every day. The teacher at the Wasatc h School w as very frightening to me. She slapped children’s hands if the y lost thei r pencil. I had my turn at this cruel punishment.
In the same year after leaving Rowena’s home, which was located on 13t h E ast between 3rd and 4th South, I was crossing the street as a car cam e sp eeding along in the opposite direction from where I was looking. Th e ca r hit me before I had gotten out of its reach. God must have been wa tchin g over me for the only injuries were a few cuts and bruises whe n I coul d have been injured seriously or killed.
In 1930 I was able to attend the second grade of the Wm M. Stewart Train i ng School located on the University of Utah campus. It was an excellen t s chool and I had many advantages attending it. I was quite a daydreame r i n my earlier years but became quite a serious student as I progresse d alo ng and enjoyed getting the attention of the teacher by raising my h and t o answer any and all questions.
On March 28, 1931 I was baptized by Golden Hansen and confirmed a memb e r of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints March 29, 1931 b y El der John W. Walker.
In August of 1935 I had the privilege of traveling to Yellowstone Nation a l Park with our family. We started our journey on a Saturday afternoo n wi th eight of us in a sedan driven by my sister, Temmie. My father an d moth er never did own a car until after all of the children left home . Gordon , my brother, and I had to make the best of the pillows and blan kets in t he back for a seat. We visited many of the geysers and stoppe d at Old Fai thful Inn, where we rented two cabins. After spending a fe w days seeing O ld Faithful Geyser and other surrounding sights and bein g visited by al l sorts of bears, we drove through the park to see all o f the beautiful v iews. Our next lodging was Fishing Bridge. Father agree d later that the n ame should be changed. My brother caught a fish wit h a bamboo pole and sa fety pin. Daddy sat from opening until late in th e afternoon watching th e educated fish keep a good yard away from the ba it. He was thoroughly di sgusted with fishing. Why should the man right n ext to him be reeling the m in by the dozen? I guess Daddy was no fisherm an. But he wasn’t empty-ha nded and he had one for a picture pose. In ou r travels, I encountered a b ear when I, covered in a fur coat, was goin g to one of the outside johns . The bear thought I was one of his crowd a nd when approaching me lost si ght of me but quick. After spending a fe w days at Fishing Bridge we drov e to the Fish Aquarium and visited Yello wstone Lake. My most memorable ex perience of the whole trip was the wa y we had to cuddle so many of us o n one bed at night.
Because of my love for music, I started taking piano lessons July 1939 f r om Mrs. Frank Page Stewart. I was very happy because I had the opportun it y of taking lessons. My sister, LaVon, had instructed prior to this ti m e and I had learned much from her. My girlfriend, Jean Paul, played th e p iano very beautifully and I used to sit and listen to her play and wi sh t hat I could play like her someday. I used to practice hour on end lo vin g every minute of it. Now and forever nothing delights me more than t o he ar beautiful music.
The fondest memories I have of my childhood are days of sewing doll clot h es for my friends. I was rather in demand in the neighborhood as a seam st ress. I would design and sew them all by hand. Summers were spent runn in g a lemonade stand, eating cherries from our neighbor’s tree, playin g far m at the Paul’s, where they had a playhouse and gravel driveway tha t mad e excellent chicken feed. We had a bench with a hole which made a p rett y productive cow when a hose was inserted in it.
During one of the lemonade sales, I was tempted to steal a nickel from t h e profits. I ran down to 12th East to the grocery store and purchased a ll -day suckers which I hid under a flowerpot. I’ll never forget the remo rs e I felt as I sat on my sister Vonnie’s knee and confessed sins. Neve r ha d the tears flowed so freely.
LaRene Fishburn, Ann Adams, Irene and Helen Jean Covey, Jean and Afton P a ul, Alan and Norma Toronto were all my dear friends at this time. We sp en t many hours dressing up in the old fashioned clothes the Torontos ha d i n a huge trunk in their attic.
Every Summer I was invited to the Paul’s cabin in Lamb’s Canyon for a f e w weeks. What a haven for children: giant swings, meadows of flowers t o r omp in, crooks and crannies to explore, goodies and the smell of foo d coo king in the crisp air on their sunporch. I will be eternally gratef ul t o the Pauls for these fond memories in my childhood. We were alway s produ cing plays. The Pauls had a velvet curtain that made a perfect st age whe n pulled for many a can-can dance and entrée act. Jean played th e music f or these productions. We produced many plays that never seeme d to materia lize into final performances. In the Fall, leaf houses wer e the attractio ns with many rooms in which to play. We had clubs of vari ous kinds. The d ance club for Junior High age in our neighborhood wa s a good opportunit y for wholesome boy and girl relationships. I was ver y proud to be the wi nner of a dance contest. My partner was Jordan Steve ns. Barry Rudine wa s my crush at this time. I used to walk down to the e nd of the block fo r the least available excuse to talk and flirt with hi m.
My Junior High days were atypical. I was very slow in maturing. I wouldn ’ t wear make-up like my friends and still wore girlish dresses. My frien d s thought I was some sort of freak and rather abandoned me at this tim e . I became very studious and received my pleasures in academic pursuit s . I was the literary editor for the yearbook in Ninth Grade. This lov e o f learning proved to be a way of life for many years to come and th e purs uit of good grades was my main goal at this time .
My sisters, trying to prepare me for the onslaught with the male specie s , lectured me and cautioned me so thoroughly about boys that I withdre w f rom them entirely. I became very studious and would even avoid them o n th e streets. However, meeting many good boys in High School, I had m y fait h gradually restored, but I was still very shy and rather than pas s the m ass of boys eyeing the girls in the upper hall, I would use the b asemen t hall as a getaway to go home. I finally did have a date – the gr aduatio n dance—with Paul Romney whom I met on the tennis courts at Eas t High Sch ool. He was a very nice boy, but not being accustomed to boys , I proved t o be a very silent partner; the whole evening I was very une asy.
I registered at the University of Utah with the intention of graduatin g i n elementary education. While attending a mutual dance with my brothe r, A ubrey, I met Fenn Nelson, who was the date of Helen Kerr, my Stewar t Scho ol friend. We were attracted to each other and he claimed it was l ove a t first sight. He was a very kind, gentle boy studying pre-dentistr y at t he U. of U. We dated for the two years he attended the U. and h e propose d to me, but I wanted to finish college before marriage.
In the meantime, I attended mutual at the University Ward, dancing eve r y Tuesday night and meeting different boys. Mrs. Etta Toronto was my Gl ea ner teacher who really built my testimony. I attained the Golden Glean e r award. I remember reading the Book of Mormon several times and report in g on it and decorating my bedroom as my greatest achievement at the ti me . Alvin Pack was my Sunday School teacher whose unique, stimulating le sso ns greatly influenced me. Bonnie and Sally Stagg were my dearest frie nd s at this time.
I later taught Sunday School under Miss Rose, who was the Junior Sunda y S chool Coordinator. She taught me many beautiful techniques with child re n on how to involve them in the lesson. Later, I was asked to be the J uni or Sunday School Coordinator and this worked well with the educatio n trai ning I was getting at the U. I remember the countless aids I use d to intr oduce songs to the children (I was the coordinator and the chor ister).
I graduated from the U. of U. in 1944 having worked my way through colle g e, running elevators, selling aluminum cookware, carhopping in the summ er s. I was fortunate enough to be a member of Psi Chi, a psychological h ono r sorority, and Lambda Delta Sigma, an L.D.S. sorority. I was rushe d by s everal social sororities, but they didn’t interest me. I couldn’ t see th e genuine purpose in them that Lambda Delta had – helping the Pr imary chi ldren’s Hospital, etc. Right after graduation, Fenn Nelson ha d been writi ng to me while he attended the University of Southern Califo rnia and cons tantly implied that he was still interested in marrying me , and so when h e started practicing in Panguitch, Utah, I told him by ph one that I was g oing to San Francisco to work for the government. I ha d been so studiou s so long that it was sort of a rebellion to do somethi ng completely fore ign to book-learning. He asked me to come down and h e planned on taking m e on a tour of the southern canyons. I realized i n seeing him again tha t he didn’t feel the same and I thought there shou ld be an understanding . He then told me he had never loved me and neve r could. This was a jol t to me and in the same breath he said I was so q uiet. He wanted me to co ntinue writing. I disagreed and boarded a bus fo r Salt Lake the next morn ing. My mother was waiting at the bus station w hen I arrived, not havin g been notified I would be coming home so soon . This was been a constan t wonderment to me—how my mother’s intuition co uld direct her to me tha t day.
Feeling that my whole world had crumbled, I went to San Francisco wit h m y subconscious constantly urging me that I must talk, talk, talk o r I wou ldn’t be liked. I realize now that this experience was good becau se it ma de me want to strive to improve my personality and my inner self . I worke d as a typist at the Presidio of San Francisco and stayed wit h my sister , Vonnie. I enjoyed my stay at my sister’s home. And she an d her family b ecame very dear to me. I especially enjoyed the wonderfu l dinners we at e at the officers’ club. Her husband, Dell, was a lieuten ant at the time . I met a lot of servicemen during my stay, being a hoste ss at the U.S.O . Many times I would bring boy friends home with me, onl y to have Vonni e ending up talking to them the rest of the evening becau se, according t o Vonnie, I froze them out.
I came back to Utah in 1946 and started working at the Tribune Informati o n Library as a typist and information operator. Later, I started takin g d ictation for the manager. Realizing at last that teaching was the mos t lu crative work, I decided to apply for a teaching job through a teachi ng ag ency. The manager offered me a raise if I would stay, but the Super intend ant of South Summit School District won me over with offers of fre e sho w tickets.
When I started for Kamas and passed through all of the little towns, I w a sn’t very impressed with them. Kamas looked like a metropolis by the ti m e I arrived. I taught first grade there three months and summer kinderg ar ten and was ready to return to Salt Lake but the Superintendant wouldn ’ t release me from my contract, so I was obligated to return in the Fal l . I felt that this was a fortunate turn of fate because I met Robert Ne el , my future husband, by doing so.
As I resided longer in Kamas and became more involved in the life ther e , I learned to love and appreciate the town and people. I roomed at th e G eorge Padfield’s with La Ree Lamb, a returned missionary. Louise room ed w ith Elizabeth Peterson at the Holts. We were all new teachers in th e vall ey and enjoyed each other’s company immensely. We planned many a p arty, p icnic, hunting party and attended mutual, high school dances, etc . Louis e played the violin and I was privileged to accompany her on th e piano se veral times. We were rather popular with the boys of the tow n and surroun ding area—I guess it was just the challenge of dating a sch oolteacher.
I met Robert Neel the last Sunday in December 1948. I was to teach scho o l the following Monday. I had returned to Kamas after the holidays. H e sp oke in Sacrament meeting, a welcome home from his North Central Stat es Mi ssion. I enjoyed his talk, but not wearing my glasses as I vainly d id s o often, I couldn’t appreciate his appearance. I met him going out t he do or and smiled at him at a fireside later that night, but I was no t overl y impressed. I was interested at the time in John Carlisle, a ne w graduat e of the U. of U. and Don Juan of the valley. I dated Don Jua n and Bob da ted Louise. The more I got to know John, the more my interes t waned. Bo b had a date with Louise to the Senior Prom and in the interi m became int erested in me. He introduced Louise to Albert Wagstaff, a ne wly-returne d missionary friend. They immediately became interested in ea ch other—s o the problem of the Senior Prom date was solved. La Ree Lamb , my roommat e started dating Alvin Gibbons, a next door neighbor. Thre e out of five o f the new teachers that year found their husbands in th e little valley o f Kamas – Louise, La Ree, and I.
I found Bob Neel so refreshing; a genuine, wholesome, thoughtful perso n i nterested in me as a person. He respected me and we immediately fel t ver y comfortable with each other. Bob’s line was on the same as Padfie ld’s s o we could keep track of each other’s activities and dates. The ni ght Bo b told me that he loved me, “even though I didn’t make sense somet imes” ( my old talk-talk-talk drive), I started feeling a sense of securi ty and c onfidence. I could finally be myself and be loved. When I told h im abou t Fenn and what he had said when we broke up, Bob said, “I’d lov e you i f you never said another word.” I felt that he had an everlastin g love fo r me.
When Bob proposed to me, I still wasn’t too interested in marriage. I h a d been hurt so deeply I wanted to be doubly sure that Bob was all I wan te d in a husband. I made my decision, making it a matter of prayer. I re tur ned to Salt Lake the following school year and Bob attended the U. o f U . I taught first grade at Holladay Elementary in 1949, first grade a t Mon roe Elementary in 1950, Whittier Elementary kindergarten in the sum mer an d first grade at Blaine Elementary in 1951.
Bob and I had a two year courtship, but I know I was directed by my Heav e nly Father to choose Bob as a mate for time and all eternity. We were m ar ried August 13, 1951 in the Salt Lake Temple. We had a wedding breakfa s t at the Beau Brummel and a wedding reception at the Art Barn. My broth er , Gordon, was best man, Joyce, his wife, matron of honor, Bonnie and S all y Stagg and Elaine Scoville, bridesmaids, Loralee Tucker, flower gir l (El aine Scoville had been a dear friend all throughout our courtship a nd end ed up going with a boy I dated before Bob came along. Elaine let u s use h er apartment for courting because my parents had not approved o f Bob beca use he was younger and an undergraduate). We all wore white . I made my we dding dress, nylon trimmed in rosettes of imported lace an d pearls. My br idesmaids dresses were of organdy with eyelet embroider y with chartreuse , peach, lavender and yellow sashes and shoes. They al l wore gloves and c arried tinted daisies to match their sashes and shoes . Right after the re ception, we knelt in prayer before our departure an d prayed that our unio n would be blessed with children. We honeymooned a t Mirror Lake. We wer e ousted by the bed bugs there, went on to Evanston , Wyoming where we sta yed in a motel, went to a show and saw the town. W e returned sooner tha n expected because we were anxious to return to ou r darling little two ro om home with basement that we had repainted, repa pered, reroofed and rede corated.
I have always believed that the following quotation should be our cree d : “I know that God will bless your union with this deep and everlastin g l ove if you keep His commandments, marry in His Holy Temple, pray cons tant ly for guidance in your marriage and keep actively engaged in His wo rk. G od is love. Keep close to God and your love for your husband, child ren an d all will grow.”
I served as a Sunday School teacher the first years of our marriage in t h e old East Millcreek Chapel. We were blessed with six beautiful childre n : Robert Clair Neel Jr born on October 12, 1952; Stuart Dee Neel, bor n o n December 8, 1953; Valerie Irene, born September 11, 1955; Peggy Daw n, b orn January 1, 1959; Stanley Trent, born September 17, 1969; and Eli zabet h Marie, born March 21, 1964.
Robert C. Jr was born while Bob was attending the University of Utah . H e was a beautiful baby and I treasured every moment with him. I had t o te ach school when he was two months old because Bob was going to gradu ate i n June of that year and we were financially in need at this time. B ob ha d been just working part time at ZCMI in the wrapping department . I taugh t at the East Millcreek School from January to May of 1953. Car oline Feh r tended Bob. I was so miserable leaving him and felt I was tor n betwee n teaching second grade and caring for my beautiful baby. He wa s a pictur e of health and nurses at the hospital had called him ”muscles ” because h e was such a man (8 lbs. 14 oz.).
Stuart Dee Neel was born December 8, 1953, weighing 6 lbs. 4 oz. – a r a y of sunshine. At the hospital, I decided along with the other girls i n m y ward to put our babies pictures in the Deseret News for their firs t bir thday. My husband said, “not this baby’s picture.” He had yellow ja undic e and was rather scrawny, but in one year’s time he was as cute a s any o f them in the news.
After Bob graduated he took care of chinchillas for Frank Stillman a s a p art time job along with his teaching. His salary at that time was $ 260 0 a year.
On September 11, 1955, we had our first girl, Valerie Irene. She was a r o und, plump little cherub weighing 8 lbs. 11 oz. Dr. Davis asked what tr ib e she belonged to because she was so ruddy and plump. Daddy was so thr ill ed with her arrival that he announced it to all the neighbors. Afte r havi ng two boys, we took great delight in making her appear feminine.
In 1957 I taught half a day of private kindergarten at the Rosecrest War d . The guilt and unhappiness I felt leaving my children to be tended pro mp ted me to think of opening a private kindergarten of my own. We starte d m aking plans to add on to our two-room house, and to use the garage an d ut ility room area for our school.
In July of 1958 construction started on our new home. My sister, Temmi e , paid off the balance of our mortgage so we could finance the construc ti on. The rooms that were kitchen, front room and bath became a spaciou s ki tchen. We added on a front room 1 x 28, family room same size undern eath , a garage and utility room with three bedrooms and a bath above. Wh en ou r home was completed, we couldn’t believe that our plans had materi alize d into such a huge area. It looked much too spacious for a struggli ng sch ool teacher.
The Playmate Kindergarten opened up as scheduled in September 1958. At l e ast the garage and utility area with adjoining bathroom was finished co mp letely at that time. I was the teacher, supervisor principal. We had c ont racts drawn up and all legal arrangements made. I had samples of al l th e materials from my experiences with the private kindergarten at Ros ecres t Ward. We had to live in this area as well as hold our school unti l th e rest of the house was completed.
Peggy Dawn was born January 1, 1959 with her finger in her mouth. I ha d L aFawn Hold substitute for me a couple of weeks and then I was back te achi ng again. Mae Evans, a neighbor, watched my new baby a few hours eac h day . That summer I took classes at the University to renew my kinderga rten c ertificate.
Our kindergarten was a great success and in 1960 we had two sessions, Ca r ol Morrison being my other teacher. We had two programs each year for p ar ents which involved major productions with the children preparing suga r c ookies with fancy decorations for refreshments. This became a traditi on a t Christmas for our family from then on. Many hours were spent makin g ind ividual costumes for all of the children.
On September 17, 1960, Stanley Trent was born, weighing 8 lbs. 11 oz., f i nally a brown-eyed boy, so precious and sweet I could hardly find a na m e good enough for him. This year I hired two teachers to teach for m e s o I could thoroughly devote my time to my new son. Carol Morrison an d Jan ice Parker taught and I just supervised our kindergarten.
In 1962 Mary Wilkinson and Carol Morrison taught for me. We found tha t w e could live very substantially on Bob’s teaching salary and the prof it s from our kindergarten.
In 1963 I taught in the afternoon and Carol Morrison taught in the morni n gs. Stanley had his naps in the afternoon and this worked out fairly we ll .
On March 21, 1964, Elizabeth Marie was born – Elizabeth after her frater n al grandmother and Marie after her maternal grandmother. I couldn’t se e s uch a sophisticated name for such a tiny, dainty girl, only 7 lbs. s o I s tayed awake half of the night trying to dream up a name suitable fo r he r and finally came up with the nickname of “Betsy.” I couldn’t belie v e I was lucky enough to have 3 boys and 3 girls. Betsy was so petite a n d darling – one nurse wanted to keep her. I was isolated with a staff i nf ection in my breast and of course no visitors were allowed, includin g th e vital statistician who never made out a birth certificate for Eliz abeth . We didn’t realize this lack of evidence of her birth until Bets y attend ed kindergarten in public school.
Carol Morrison substituted for me while I had my baby and I taught aft e r Betsy was down for her nap. Caroline Fehr tended her in the morning w hi le I taught. Stanley attended kindergarten with me so he had an earl y edu cation.
The following Fall, kindergartens were introduced in Granite School Dist r ict and Playmate School closed its doors. With its closing, Family Pre s s was born. Our garage and utility room now became a printing busines s . I started tending children in my home to help out. Rodney and Randy a n d then Kelly White, same age as Betsy, became her fast friends. Then w e a dded Don Youngberg, Scotty Nelson, Stephanie Shea, regular children a nd t hen many others by the hour. With this many children under my care , I tri ed to conduct a few hours of nursery school with them each day.
I taught first and second grade at the Crestview School in 1969 so Bob c o uld attend the U. of U. to obtain his Master’s Degree in audio-visual e du cation. Elizabeth was now old enough to attend morning kindergarten an d B ob took her with him in the afternoons to his U classes. We felt th e incr ease in salary that Bob would attain we may not have to be involve d in ad ditional work, but the printing business continued to grow and a s soon a s our boy, “Rob” got his call to go on a mission to England in N ovember , 1971, our business doubled. We were a little doubtful as to ho w we coul d meet all our financial obligations and support our son on hi s mission b ut we know now the Lord will provide a means to further his w ork here o n the earth. What a glorious blessing this mission was – not o nly for ou r son but for all of us to share his experiences through his l etters.
As soon as “Rob” returned, Stuart left on a mission to Germany in 1974.
In November 1977 we purchased a beauty business, calling it the “Hair-Um . ” Our daughter, Peggy, had graduated from beauty college and had been w or king at this shop when she learned that it was going to be sold. She t alk ed her father into buying the business and then we were involved in a noth er sideline. I tried to clean and maintain the shop for Peggy, whil e sh e was the manager. This was a real education for Peggy. Later, I too k ove r the management of the shop and continued to clean and maintain it .
Stanley served a mission in Taiwan in 1979, serving an honorable missio n , as did our two other boys.
The printing business seemed to prosper to support our missionaries. I t r ied to help as much as I could with the financial end of the business . Mo st of my time was devoted to tending my grandchildren, Shauni and Je nife r for Valerie, while her husband, Scott attended the University of U tah t o pursue his studies in pharmacy.
I held many varied positions in the church during the years: sunday scho o l teacher, primary teacher, inservice leader for our ward and the Eas t Mi llcreek Stake Primary with Aletha Barr, Mary Mendenhall, Beth Gonzal os an d Gloria Crump; then 2nd counselor to Aletha Barr in 1967 and 1st c ounsel or in 1968. I was a junior Sunday school chorister from 1969-1970 , a libr arian for the Sunday School in June, 1971, giving me time for te mple wor k and religion classes at the Institute of Religion, and a Libra rian in t he primary in 1972. I then taught the sunbeams and the CTR clas ses.
In 1975 I was a Merrie Miss B teacher and held this position until 197 9 w hen I taught the Nursery for the Relief Society. I was called to b e a Rel ief Society Education Counselor in 1980 and served with Carol Bar th, Fay e Olson, Janice Margetts. All of my positions have been rewarding . I hav e developed so much from accepting these callings. I know of a su rety tha t the Lord will bless you with the talents you need to execute y our assig nments. Anything is possible with the Lord as your partner. I d o love th e Lord so much and feel that I will always accept any call tha t I am aske d to do. I could never repay the Lord in time, talents or sub stance for a ll He has done for me in sacrificing his life and time in sh owing us th e way.
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