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Gordon Randby Lund

Gordon Randby Lund

Male 1925 - 2004  (79 years)  Submit Photo / DocumentSubmit Photo / Document    Has more than 100 ancestors and 4 descendants in this family tree.

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  • Name Gordon Randby Lund 
    Birth 13 Jan 1925  Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Male 
    Initiatory (LDS) 22 Aug 1947  SLAKE Find all individuals with events at this location 
    FamilySearch ID KWC8-Z61 
    Death 26 Jul 2004  Dallas, Dallas, Texas, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Burial Restland Memorial Park, Dallas, Dallas, Texas, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
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    Person ID I5001  mytree
    Last Modified 25 Feb 2024 

    Father Djalmar Emanuel Lund,   b. 4 May 1882, Søllested, Lolland, Sjælland, Kongeriget Danmark Find all individuals with events at this locationd. 11 Jul 1966, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 84 years) 
    Mother Ågot Marie Rytterager,   b. 11 Jan 1884, Kristiania, Oslo, Kongeriket Norge Find all individuals with events at this locationd. 9 Sep 1966, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 82 years) 
    Marriage 27 May 1903  Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Family ID F3105  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

    Family Joyce Morrison,   b. 7 Jul 1926, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this locationd. 11 Jan 2010 (Age 83 years) 
    Marriage 25 Aug 1947  Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
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    Family ID F3477  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
    Last Modified 2 Jun 2024 

  • Event Map
    Link to Google MapsBirth - 13 Jan 1925 - Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsInitiatory (LDS) - 22 Aug 1947 - SLAKE Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsMarriage - 25 Aug 1947 - Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsDeath - 26 Jul 2004 - Dallas, Dallas, Texas, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsBurial - - Restland Memorial Park, Dallas, Dallas, Texas, United States Link to Google Earth
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  • Documents
    Lund, Gordon R b1925 - Military Service Record
    Lund, Gordon R b1925 - Military Service Record

    Lund, Gordon R b1925 - Morrison, Joyce b192
    Lund, Gordon R b1925 - Morrison, Joyce b192

    Lund, Rasmus Hansen History
    Lund, Rasmus Hansen History

  • Notes 
    • Death: U.S., Social Security Death Index, 1935-2014

      Obituary: LUND, GORDON R. Born January 13, 1925 in Salt Lake City, UT. ; p assed away July 26, 2004 in Dallas. Survived by wife, Joyce Morriso n Lund ; daughters, Pat Chatterley and Terry Mahlum; sons, Mark Lund an d Craig L und; 13 grandchildren; 4 great grandchildren; 1 sister. Gordo n received m any awards and honors during a long and distinguished caree r that include d executive positions in the pharmaceutical, financial an d insurance indu stries. He was a championship bridge player and loved pl aying bridge anyw here, anytime. He gave generously of his time and mean s to community an d church. However, those who knew him best, and loved h im most, will reme mber best his commitment to his family. He loved assis ting Santa every Ch ristmas; his exploits as little league coach are lege ndary; he brought ex tended family together often and always had a Read y story, a humorous ane cdote or good advice at the Ready. We miss him. T here will be a viewing a t the church on Saturday from 11-11:30 AM wit h a 12:00 PM service at th e Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints , 14740 Meandering Way, Dall as, 75248. Interment Restland Memorial Park . Family to receive friends fr om 7-8 PM Friday, July 30, 2004 at Restlan d Funeral Home.

      I was born on January 13, 1925 in Salt Lake City, Utah at 677 West Capit o l Street in a modest home. My father was Djalmar Emanuel Lund and my mo th er, Aagot Marie Randby. I weighed 13 lbs. 2 oz. My mother was 41 at th e t ime. I have 5 sisters and 1 brother. Connie is 2 years older than me , Aub rey 10 years older, LaVon 12 years older, Margot 14 years older, Te mmie 1 6 years older and Vange 18 years older. Temmie was our Santa Clau s and t he provider of all the frills. If there were any sort of gifts, o r mone y spent on anything other than the basics, Temmie provided. Fathe r and Mo ther spoke better Scandahoovian (which is a mixture of English a nd severa l Scandinavian languages) than they did English. I also picke d up some Sc andahoovian. I don’t think my mother ever could write Englis h .
      When I was 4 years old, we moved to 266 Douglas Street which we consider e d to be located in a rich neighborhood. We had many professional peopl e l iving around us as neighbors. Our home was about 2 blocks away from t he U niversity of Utah.
      When I was 5 years old, I was run over by an automobile. It happened o n 1 3th East Street. I was going to the store for a neighbor who gave m e an I ndian head penny for going. I was headed across 2nd South and obvi ously d arted across the street without looking and both wheels of the ca r went o ver my body and right leg. The story goes that I almost lost m y leg and w as going to die. Dad prayed and all and I came out of it wit h a scar on m y leg, scars on my face, and my right leg is an inch shorte r that the oth er. I am sure I was administered to. I was baptized on th e 4th of Novembe r 1933 by my father, Djalmar E. Lund .
      I didn’t have much time for hobbies or interests because we didn’t hav e e nough money to go around. My dad lost his job at Western Savings an d Loa n as the head bookkeeper during the depression, and after tried sel ling i nsurance to make ends meet. When I was 7 or 8 I had a regular rout e selli ng magazines. I also sold homemade candy for a graduate student a t the U . of U. and his wife. Then I had about 10 lawns that I mowed an d some o f them that I watered. One of them was Stephen Covey’s parents.
      I think I was a good student. I probably was a B+ or A- student. I don ’ t remember a lot of homework, but we had a lot of other things we ha d t o do to in providing another source of income for the family. We al l ha d to have part-time jobs in order to make ends meet because of the d epres sion.
      In school, I played football and some track in discus, shot, and javeli n . I was a year ahead of where I was supposed to be somehow. I thorough l y enjoyed school as a child. I enjoyed grade school and junior high . I we nt to the Stewart grade school, which was a teaching facility of t he U. o f U. They had a very small student body. All the teachers were wo rking to ward getting their degree. It was sort of an experimental thing . We had v ery small classes, and it was considered to be a great honor t o be chose n to go there. It wasn’t any great honor in our case; we jus t lived withi n the boundaries, but a lot of people wished they could g o there becaus e it was so small and we received special attention. We li ved 1 ½ block s from it. I have no bad memories at all of grade school. E verything wa s fine; we had a lot of fun. We had a good bunch of kids, th ey were all r ich, I was the poorest one there, but it didn’t seem to mat ter; we all bl ended in very nicely. Several of us elected to go to Roos evelt Junior Hi gh, which was about two miles away. There were no schoo l buses and we ha d to walk. It was ridiculous to go that far.
      I started going with Pat Wilkins. Her dad was one of the richest men i n U tah at the time. He was head legal counsel for U.S. Steel. They live d i n a house up on Military Way. It later became one of the official bui ldin gs of the U. of U. when they moved. She was one of my last adventure s i n that regard.
      I attended East High School. I set the trend on clothes to wear to schoo l . I was on the football team; you wore levis and an old sweater and hob na il boots and that was it. So I wore the same pants and the same sweat e r I think for 2 or 3 years. My recollections of High School were grea t ex cept for the money thing again. We had no car and I had to line u p a rid e before I could get a date.
      I had part time jobs and I was the night watchman in a residential hot e l (the Ambassador) in town. I worked from 11 pm till 7am. That made dat in g tough. In fact, it made it real tough because I had to go to work a t 1 1 o’clock. Sometimes I had a little trouble getting enough sleep, bu t I h ad time to get some homework done and do some sleeping. I had to t ake th e time clock around and punch it on different floors, but I’d loc k up th e building shortly after I got there and I’d also open it up at m aybe 5 i n the morning to let the milkman and paperboy and all in. It was n’t tha t difficult. I was 16 or 17 at the time.
      When I graduated from high school, I went to the U. of U. Of course Wor l d War II had broken out and everyone was going to go to war and there w a s no sense in making plans for anything. I was 16 ½ when I started at t h e U. We all signed up for a branch of the service we would like to go i nt o when we reached the right age which I guess was 18 .
      I finished 1 ½ years at the U. and then things got tough. The Navy sai d , “You’re all V12 coming in now.” We weren’t even 18 yet. Then we all g o t sworn in and I joined the V12 program which was an officers trainin g pr ogram with continued education until you got your degree and then yo u wer e an officer and shipped overseas immediately. The University of Co lorad o at Boulder was where they sent our particular group. It was all m ilitar y. There must have been 5000 of us Navy, AF, Army, and Marines. Th ey ha d a Japanese language school, a cooks and bakers school and durin g that t ime I was playing football. I got over to Boulder and though t I was goin g to have a pretty easy time with football because everyon e was off in th e service. I got over there and I remember going to sig n up and they pu t me in the 15th squad; they had that many football play ers. They had All -Americans from all over. It was sort of the headquarte rs for all the ath letes for some reason or other. There I was on the 15t h squad; they thre w me an old baseball shirt and said go down to the boo nies, which was lik e 2 miles away at one of the practice fields. Believ e me it took a long t ime to work our way back up to campus to get up t o school. The first gam e I played in was against the U. of U. all the “ sickies” were playing fo r the U. because they didn’t have any of the ser vice people there. It wa s made primarily up of 4-Fs and male cheerleader s. I remember Warren Stac k was a cheerleader when I left and when I go t in there he was one of th e star performers on the football team.
      From there I was shipped to a mental hospital; it was a rehabilitation h o spital up in the Rockies to wait there to see if I was going oversea s i n the Hospital Corps or go on to med school. I was up there for 9 mon th s at a Navy convalescent hospital on bedpan patrol.
      The commanding officer pulled some strings with the dean of the medica l s chool at Temple University in Philadelphia where they were starting a ccel erated classes because of the war. All of a sudden I was on a troo p trai n going to Philadelphia to go to med school. It was great back the re. W e had officers uniforms and good pay, more money than I had ever se en. Pl us clothes and all tuition and books paid. It was a fantastic deal . Bu t 2 months later the war ended and they kicked us all out. I couldn’ t aff ord to continue so I went back to Salt Lake.
      I got a job working for Salt Lake Transfer driving a truck. I started da t ing in earnest. I had broken up with Pat, realizing I couldn’t provid e fo r her in the fashion she was accustomed. I kept seeing this same gir l whe never I dated. I thought, boy, she really must be popular. Well,i t turne d out there were two of them, Jean and my Joyce. I dated Joyce an d on th e 2nd date I decided to ask her to marry me, after telling her th at I wa s reformed and was going to Priesthood meeting and wanted to go o n a miss ion. Three months later we were married on August 25, 1947 in th e Salt La ke Temple.
      Shortly after we were married, I had to rush back to Philadelphia to g e t back to med school. I didn’t have any money and had odd jobs befor e I g ot married. I ran the elevator in the hospital; worked in Breyers i ce cre am factory at night packing ice cream. The tuition and books wer e reall y high. Six months later we were coming home from our last socia l event o f the year because Joyce was becoming heavy with child, to fin d that we h ad been robbed. I think the excitement brought on ruptured me mbranes, s o we took her to the hospital. She was 6 ½ months pregnant. I t was horrib ly expensive to be in the hospital and of course they couldn ’t do anythin g for her except try to hold onto the baby which meant sh e had to lie fla t on her back and do nothing. In the meantime we had tho se hospital bill s building up.
      After a couple of weeks, we couldn’t take that any more financially , s o I told the hospital that I would take her home and change the sheet s my self at home. We walked the 1 ½ blocks from the hospital. We were PO OR . I was even selling blood. Joyce was 7 ½ months pregnant when we wen t ba ck to the hospital the second time and Pat was born. She was in th e incub ator for 1 month (more expense of course).
      Things got really tough financially, the real squeeze was on. I couldn ’ t finish school. The chief of obstetrics who delivered Pat had a frien d w ho worked for a small pharmaceutical firm in Philadelphia called Smit h, K line and French (SKF). I went to work for them and I decided to go i nto s ales.
      I had my choice of place. We decided on Atlanta. We were there for a f e w months when the guy that had interviewed me for the job in medical re se arch came down and said