Christie Johnson Smith - extended life story

Christie Johnson Smith - extended life story

Christie Johnson lived with her father and stepmother from the time of his second marriage until she (was about 12 years of age ) and her sister Ethel were taken from the home through the actions of a Bishop's court. There was no physical abuse, but there was also no love and kindness. Both mother and Ethel were raised from then on in several different homes of aunts and uncles, for all of whom mother developed a deep and abiding love. Her father felt it best to let her go, but always was nearby and willing to be of help. When the girls grew up, he provided a good education, some of which was at the B.Y.U.

Christie once won a "Most Beautiful Baby" contest. When she asked Ethel later why she won, the reply was that she was the ugliest baby. Thanks a lot Aunt Ethel.

While she still lived at home she contracted the measles. School was out in the spring and her friend Sylvia had the measles. Chris went to visit her and was supposed to only talk to her through the bedroom window, but she crawled through the window and played jacks with her and soon came down with the measles herself.

One of her early memories was when the first train came to Elsinore. When the engineer blew the whistle and the steam billowed it frightened all of the children and the horses as well. She also remembers the first automobile to come to town.

Christie graduated from the 8th grade in Elsinore in 1908. After her father died in 1911 she attended the Brigham Young University in Provo (1912-1913) and qualified to teach school in the lower grades. She taught in the town of Joseph in Sevier County, and in several other places.

The following is edited from an autobiographical sketch written by Christie in 1975.

I was born 11 April, 1893 in Elsinore, Sevier County, Utah. I was the youngest of two children. My father was Christian Johnson and my mother's maiden name was Rebecca Olena Sylvester. They were married in the Manti temple on 30 April, 1900.

My mother passed away when I was a month old. They say it was caused from neglect after childbirth. The midwife told me when I was about twelve years old that she kept me alive by feeding me butter and warm water. My mother's cousin, Emma Burch Tuft took and raised me. She had a baby just two months old so we were reared as twins. I lived with her until my father remarried when I was three. Ethel and I then went to live with our father and step mother. They were newly married and it was difficult for her to take two children to care for. So, later we went to live with father's sister, Caroline Johnson Staples. That was a happy time in our lives. Aunt Caroline was easy going with a sunny disposition. Our life was happy there. Uncle Frank got pneumonia and they had to move to Arizona. We then had to go live with our mother's oldest sister, Eliza, we called her Aunt Liza. Aunt Liza never married but she took care of Ethel and I and her younger brothers and sisters. Aunt Liza ended up taking care of the children of two other families, 7 in one and 8 in the other.

My grandfather had two wives. The first was Christine and the second Carline. They were half sisters. [More properly they were stepsisters.] I was told that their lives were very compatible. We did the things children usually do. The Church provided amusement and entertainment for the youth, so our lives were full and happy.

One thing I remember so well is that the men would go into the canyon and cut a great big Pine for our Christmas tree. It would reach the ceiling of the Church and was decorated with popcorn, paper chains and candles. The parents would bring one gift for each child. There were always oranges, apples and candy for everyone. I remember one time before Christmas the store had lots of toys on display in the windows. The girls were always be interested in dolls. Among all the dolls were two that were about thirty six inches tall. Every girl was wondering just who would get one of these dolls. One day they disappeared from the store window. We then became very curious as to what happened to them. Then on Christmas Eve the two dolls were on the big Christmas tree, adorned in blue dresses trimmed in white lace. All the girls were excited to find out who would receive these beautiful dolls. Finally Santa Claus came in and started to distribute the gifts from the tree. When he took the first big doll, Ethel's name was on it, so I was sure the other one would be mine. IT WAS. What joy! We had those dolls for years. They hung on the wall to keep them from getting soiled.

During the summer we spent our time swimming and riding horses. The canal was our favorite spot. Our house dresses were our swim suits. My father had a livery stable so we always had horses to ride. In the winter we would flood a big field. At night we would build a big bon fire, roast potatoes and skate on the ice. Most of the people in the area were Danish. It was amusing to us to listen to them bear their testimonies in their native tongue.

One thing that stands out in my memory is the goodness of our father. He was always so very good to both of us. When we graduated from the eighth grade, we had to go away to college, either to Snow College or to the Brigham Young University. Father sent both of us to B.Y.U. I was in my second year at the "Y" when my father died. He died of a ruptured appendix. When he was in the hospital he called uncle Will (William Sylvester) to take care of Ethel and me and to see that we continued our education. I went to the L.D.S. University where I met my husband, Glenn Groesbeck Smith. He was a tall six foot, four and I was five foot four. I weighed around one hundred twenty or twenty five. We were called "Mutt and Jeff." I graduated from the L.D.S. in 1913 and then went to the University of Utah Normal School for my teacher training. I earned a two year certificate. The first year I taught school I taught second graders in the morning and first graders in the afternoon. I continued teaching for six years till I got married.

One day I met one of my cousins who said, "why don't you come to the L.D.S. University." We worked for our room and board. I got a place to work for a Mr. and Mrs. Winslow F. Smith. This happened to be Glenn's brother. I met Glenn at school through a friend, Lyman E. Sevy. One day Glenn asked me for a date to attend the Salt Lake Theater. The Smith family had a reserved box. It was theirs for half the week and then someone else reserved it the rest of the week. I said "yes" and gave him my address. He didn't recognize his brother's address when I gave it to him. Imagine his surprise when he rang the door bell and was greeted by his sister-in-law. When he said good night to me that night, he stooped down and kissed me and said, "I am going to marry you." I thought, "That's what you think." However, we went together all winter and under my picture in the Yearbook it states, "She was fond of athletes." It was seven years before we were married. I went on to graduate and teach school, he continued his education at

the L.D.S.

One night while Dad was there at Win's courting me, Uncle Win came in and said "In 10 minutes the last car will be here and you'd better be on it." Dad was mad because his brother had sent him home. Uncle Win said later that I wouldn't speak to him for two or three days.

Glenn went on his mission to the Southern States. He served under Pres. Charles A. Callis. He gave me a diamond before he left. While he was in the Mission Field the first world war broke out. Because of his very poor eyesight he was not drafted into the service. Then the flu epidemic came along. No new missionaries were sent into the Field, so Pres. Callis asked Glenn to stay another year and help him. When he was asked to stay, George Albert [Smith, Glenn’s half brother] was visiting the Mission. When Glenn was invited to remain another year and he accepted, Pres. George Albert made the remark, "Just like one of Father's sons would answer." His time was spent in visiting the Saints. The Mission consisted of the Carolinas, Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Kentucky, Tennessee and Mississippi. Glenn visited all of them as Pres. Callis' assistant. He wrote to me "I hope it was the Lord and not just George A that has asked me to stay." Just after the war was over the flu was subsiding and he was released to come home.

I was teaching at Midway, Utah where Uncle Jim Sorenson was the Principal. I lived with Aunt Rose & Uncle Jim. These were lovely years with many fond memories and cherished friends. School was closed because of the 1918 Flu epidemic. I went to live in Knightville, just out of Eureka. I got word that Glenn was coming home just before Christmas. Because Knightville was under quarantine, Uncle Josh escorted me to Eureka and the Sheriff took me to the station and stayed with me until the train pulled out. I had been in Salt Lake only two weeks when I came down with the flu. I was very very ill and also caught pneumonia. No one thought I was going to make it. I finally got well and went back to my school in March and finished out the year. We were then married June 25th 1919 in the Salt Lake Temple. Pres. Heber J. Grant performed the ceremony. Pres. Grant said, "I have always had the privilege of kissing the bride," so he kissed me. Pres. George Albert Smith was presiding over the European Mission or he would have performed the ceremony. As a gift he sent us twelve sterling silver spoons from England as a wedding present. I have now given those spoons to Lyman Jr. because he filled his mission in the same area as his great-uncle, George Albert Smith,

When George came home, he said, "I was not here when you were married, I was not here to give you my bit of advice, but I am giving it to you now. Don't both get mad at the same time." This became one of our pet sayings. "Its my turn to get mad now, the next will be yours." This has been the means of helping us stop and think before becoming angry.

Our first child was Glenn Jr. He was a very healthy active child and walked before he was ten months old. He loved to go up and down the steps. His grandmother had taught him just how to do it. When Glenn was one and half, Lyman was born. When Lyman was four weeks old he weighed only five pounds. He had a major operation. They took his stomach right out of him and made a new opening. The diagnosis was Pylorus Stenosis. He made a complete recovery but gained weight very slowly. When he was nine months old he weighed thirteen pounds and remained at that weight until he was a year old. Then he started to grow and within sixteen months he walked. Glenn's sister Bess had a baby just a month younger than Lyman and he weighed fourteen pounds when he was born. Bess lived on the ranch in Randolph and we did not see Dale until he was about nine months old. He weighed thirty pounds and Lyman weighed thirteen. Everybody would just throw up their hands to see the two babies together. Bess cried because her baby was so big, and I cried because mine was so little. As they grew up they were very fond of each other. Dale was killed in combat in WW II, a decorated war hero.

When Lyman was just two and a half years old he contracted polio. Fortunately, all of the muscles came back to life but one of the large muscles of his right leg. His dad would come home and rub his leg three times a day with consecrated oil. The doctor said it was the good care that helped him overcome the problem. He was taken into the Army for limited service. While in basic training the long marches caused his leg muscles to weaken. Before he went into the service his limp was barely noticeable, but after his time in the service it became much more obvious.

Our third child was a baby girl. She was named Rebecca Josephine for her two grandmothers. We called her Becky Jo. She was hurt at birth and lived about six months. Her spine was injured and she would have been a cripple. When she died, Pres. George Albert put his arms around Glenn and me and said, "Do you realize the Lord has given you a blessing in taking your baby girl home?" Our next baby was a beautiful baby boy. His name was William Johnson and we called him Billy Jay. He was a premature baby and was slow in learning to walk. When he was seventeen months old he walked around holding on to things. He put his little hands on the hot oven door while I was baking bread. He burned his hands badly and died two days later from shock. [The death certificate says he died of “fulminating influenza” and does not mention anything about any burns.]

Then we had Larry. He was a child with a lot of sickness. One time when he was very ill the doctor diagnosed meningitis. He was paralyzed on his right side. His heart was so bad he could not be moved to the hospital. The doctor said he would not live to get there. An operation was performed right there in our home. The doctor was called away on a maternity case and came back some time later. When he arrived Larry was completely changed. The meningitis and the paralysis was gone also. After the doctor left the night before, Glenn called in our neighbor and - they administered to Larry. He went right to sleep after that and slept all day, he never moved. About eleven o'clock he awoke and spoke for the first time in 24 hours. He said, "Mamma, I am thirsty." When I went to the bathroom to get him the drink and came back he was sitting up in bed. He went back to sleep and slept all night long. The next morning the doctor came and said, "I don't know what I could do but I couldn't stay away." Dad said, "Well come and see." When the doctor looked at him he said, "Great Scott, what's happened?" Dad replied, "Doctor, you know what's happened." Doctor White then said, "I don't know what you Smith's need a doctor for anyhow." It was then determined that Larry had rheumatic fever and his heart was very bad. After 13 weeks in bed and missing a year of school he gradually overcame the physical problems and was strong enough to play basketball in High School.

Ralph, our youngest son, did not like to be called the baby. He insisted that he was just the youngest of the family. He did not mind his mother calling him the baby when we were alone, however. I remember in our home on Bryan Ave. we always had a stool behind the kitchen stove. I can see Ralph sitting on that stool pouting. Dad would say to him, "I am going to sit down on those lips and don't you dare smile and make me fall off." He was an excellent student and worked hard in school. All of the boys (except Lyman) were active in school athletics. They all participated in their priesthood quorums. When we were called to the mission field, Ralph was in his last year of High School. He wanted to graduate from South High as the other boys had, so he stayed in Salt Lake and lived with his grandmother and the aunties. After graduation he came and spent six months with us in Houston, Texas at the mission home. Larry was laboring in Louisiana at this time and Ralph went over to spend a week with him. There he met Ruth. He came home talking nothing but Ruth. They had met at a "Gold and Green Ball" in

Monroe, Louisiana.

Lyman married Betty Olsen from Vernon, Utah. When Lynne, their first child, was 11 months old Betty contracted a severe case of polio. She was affected from her neck to her feet. She spent one month in the hospital. We then brought her to our home. Her mother took the baby and I took Betty. I used hot packs for seven months under the direction of the physiotherapist from the Polio Foundation. The foundation furnished the 100% wool packs and an "Enerson" Machine to keep them hot and moist. It took me an hour to place these packs to cover her whole body. After putting them all on, she was covered with an additional heavy wool blanket. . These packs were pinned around her arms, legs and her entire body front and back. They would remain there for one hour and fifteen minutes. They were then put back into the machine and reheated. I could put on five sets of packs a day. We had a little bed in the middle of our living room which was placed on blocks (about 12 inches high) so I would not have to stoop over. This occurred during WWII when materials were difficult to get. Betty needed a long cord attached to the telephone so she could talk to friends. One day I asked the telephone man how much he would charge to put a long extension cord on the phone. His answer was, "One lemon pie." A price gladly paid. Later on Betty had an operation on her legs. The doctors transplanted nerves and muscles so that she was able to move about without crutches. She never did wear braces and went on to bear and raise a wonderful family of 8 children. One day Betty's parents were visiting in our home when my husband remarked, "Brother Olsen, the Lord has surely been good to us." Larry piped up and said, "And so have the neighbors."

THE 1910s

Mom met dad while attending the old L.D.S. University which was located where the Church high rise office building new stands. Mother waited while Dad served his mission to the Southern States. She earned a teaching certificate and taught school while Dad was in the mission field. This was just before and during the time of World War I.

In Dad's I.P. (Instant Preparation) Book there are, no surprise, some poems that reflect his love for an area where he labored, Kentucky. An Example:

IN OLD KENTUCKY

It's up in old Kentucky where they never have the blues,

Where the captin' kills the colonel and the colonel kills the booze. Where the horses they are pretty, and the women they are too.

Where they shoot men just for pastime when there's nothing else to de. Where the blood it flows like water and bullets fly like hail Where every pistol has a pocket and every coat a tail. Where they always hang the jury, but they never hang the man, Where you call a man a liar and go home ... if you can. Where you go out in the morning just to give your health a chance, Where they bring you home at nightfall with buckshot in your pants. Where the owls are afraid to holler and the birds are afraid to sing, It's hell in old Kentucky where they shoot you on the wing.

When Dad returned from his mission in 1918 Mom was teaching school. At that time women were not allowed to teach if they were married. She told Dad that she had waited for him and now he would have to wait for her to finish her year teaching. She also needed to pay off some debts that she had acquired.. They were married on 25 June, 1919 and began to raise their family. She bore six children, two of whom died in infancy by tragic circumstance, another who suffered from polio and required special care. These were some of her challenges, in addition to all of the normal childhood diseases of the day.

THE 1920s

My earliest memory of Mom and Dad is a Christmas at Grandma's. I was on the floor at their feet playing with a toy street car. One or the other would reach down to stop me when I would try to go to the Christmas tree.

Glenn - Son

The first place I remember living is with Grandmother Smith and the Aunties (Arzella and Josephine.) I remember looking out the front room window during the wintertime and seeing the street cars coming up West Temple St. and the young people sleigh riding down the First North Hill. (It is now Second North.)

Lyman - Son

When we lived at the house on 6th East near 21st South, one spring Parley's creek flooded and filled the basement with water. I remember Mom holding my hand and letting me stand at the top of the stairs to see the water which was all of the way up to the next to top stair.

Glenn - Son

One night in the Apt. On 2nd West, Mom & Dad were reading after putting Lyman & me to bed. Laying in bed I accidentally swallowed a penny. When I told them what had happened, Mom wanted to take me to the doctor. Dad said he would check with Dr. White the next morning. I can't remember going to the Doctor so I assume Mother Nature solved the problem.

Glenn - Son

We then moved to an apartment on first (now second) West between No. Temple and first North. Then to first Ave. about 10th or 11th East. It was a three or four story apartment building and we lived on the bottom floor. Kind of a semi-basement.

Glenn - Son

I remember Mom crying when Billy got burned. She was in the kitchen fixing a meal and had to keep wiping away the tears.

Glenn - Son

I got spanked when it was appropriate, but remember only two occasions. One, and I don't remember the facts, was when Dad spanked me for something Lyman had done and didn't even let me tell my side of the story. The other was the last spanking I ever had. Again, I don't know why, but I'm sure it was justified. Dad spanked me, but I didn't cry. So, he hit me harder - I didn't cry. He hit me still harder. I could see where this was heading, so I started to cry and Dad gave a big sigh of relief.

Glenn - Son

When we were living in the apt on 1st Ave. Mom & Dad had always taught us not to hit girls. One day Dad was cutting Lyman's hair out on the back porch. There was a retaining wall on the North side and I was sitting there waiting my turn for a haircut. A girl, a couple of years older than me, and a real bully, came up and kicked me in the kidney area. It hurt and I looked at Dad. He said, "defend yourself, son." So, I went after her. After a couple of blows by each side, I got her long hair in both hands and kept jerking her head from side to side. Her screaming brought her mother running. When she tried to stop the fight Dad restrained her and let us have it out. When she finally got away from me she ran to her mother who was upset. I remember Mom and Dad saying that this girl had made life miserable for Lyman and me until the fight. After that she left us alone.

Glenn - Son

It must have been about 1927 or 28 when we moved to 819 Ramona Ave. The thing I remember about that move was that Dad let me ride in the moving van. That was, possibly, the beginning of my life long love affair with trucks.

Lyman - Son

The first car I remember Dad owning was the 1927(?) Nash he bought when we lived on Ramona Ave. We had a very narrow drive way and the first time he brought it home he couldn't get it through the driveway. Mr. Summers, who lived three houses West of us was a mechanic. I remember Dad and I walking down to his house where he was watering his lawn. Dad told him about the problem. Mr. Summers, from nearly half a block away, looked at the car and told Dad what the problem was and what needed to be done. I remember walking back and Dad saying that it took a real mechanic to diagnose a problem from that distance.

Glenn - Son

THE 1930s

Our next move came about 1930 when we moved to 359 Bryan Ave. A home that was owned by Grandmother Smith. It was in the fall of the year and I entered third grade. An interesting coincidence is to be noted. My teacher, Mrs. Claire Brown, had also been my father's third grade teacher. It's a small world. That was at Whittier School which was also the name of our ward. Incidentally. Larry and Ralph also has Sister Brown as a grade school teacher.

Lyman - Son

This was the time when Dad became an important part of my life. I remember him coming out into the street to play softball with us. None of the other fathers did so. He would sometimes go down to Whittier School and play basketball with us. It was during these years that I began to realize that my father was very special and that there were many in our ward that looked up to him. I further realized that he was an exceptional example of a good Latter-day Saint and that the gospel was the governing force in his life. It was during this time in my life that I went through a hard time remembering who I was and Dad's expectations of me. It actually took me several years of humbling experiences before I realized what a wonderful father and mother my father in Heaven had given me. They showed great patience with me until I grew up, which took some time.

Lyman - Son

I remember Dad playing baseball with the men of the Melchizedek Priesthood of the Ward before going to work on Monday mornings during the summer.

Glenn - Son

During most of my growing up years, Dad worked for the City Engineering Dept. with an office in the City & County Building. When ever I was up town, I could always get a ride home if I was there before 5 P.M. As I recall he worked in the City Engineers Dept. which was under the direction of Harold B. Lee, who was at that time a city Commissioner.

Lyman - Son

Glenn was always such an avid reader. I remember Mom telling how he would go down to the branch Library which was several blocks away and bring home an arm full of books every week. Glenn corrected this to twice a week. Lyman, I don't think ever learned where the Library was, nor cared to find out. Mother would express her feelings regarding this reality in the following. way. "If Glenn were reading a book and the house caught fire he would never even notice. If Lyman were reading a book and the house caught fire, I wouldn't disturb him." Glenn told us recently that he would have a book to read both upstairs and downstairs.

Ralph - Son

One of my fond recollections is of Mom and Dad, especially Mom, reading to us in the evenings I also remember Mom and Dad reading together. It is pretty obvious that reading was valued highly by our parents and that trait has been passed on to the next generation.

Glenn - son

A few years after moving into our home on Bryan Ave., Dad & Mother decided to add onto the house because we needed more room. The new part was on the rear of the house and included a breakfast nook, back porch, and a large sleeping porch upstairs.

Lyman - Son

I recall waking up early one Sunday morning and sitting reading by the window. I noticed two young men dressed in suits and ties coming down the south side of Bryan Ave. Just before they got to Keller's place they started to fight. I could tell they were both drunk and were not hurting each other, so I just watched. One of them fell down (was not knocked down) and the other one got on him and started to choke him. At that point I woke Dad up and told him what I had seen and what was happening. Dad took one look, put on some clothes and took off. I watched him pull the two apart and get them on their feet. He talked with them for 15 or 20 minutes. They shook hands and went walking down the street arm in arm. Dad watched a few minutes, shook his head and slowly came back across the street. I asked him who they were and he said he didn't know. I asked him what the fight was about and all he would say is that people do dumb things when the drink, so don't drink. I knew what he meant.

Glenn - Son

Friday night at the movies. During the depression years being able to go to the movies was really special. I think it cost a dime to get in. There was no choice as to what you might want to see, because the Ward show was "the only show in town." That is, it was the only one we could afford. It was the event of the week usually and anticipated with fervor. The ward house would be very crowded. This was before the time of television, so going to the movies was one of the most popular forms of entertainment. To have a show every Friday night in our own ward was really neat. We saw some of the real good movies. I remember seeing my first Technicolor film "Trail of the Lonesome Pine" there at the Ward show.

Ralph - Son

I think we were the only family in the neighborhood who held family Home Evening back in the 1930's. I think we held it on Wednesday evening. I remember some of our friends attended our family home evenings. I also remember, with relish, that Dad would sometimes bring a treat home and occasionally it would be "Morrison Meat Pies." Wow, what a treat

Lyman - Son

How often have we heard mother telling us to be careful and not break the glass in the bookcase? I think we heard it as often as we wrestled with Dad in the front room. We had so much fun with all four of us boys wrestling Dad and trying to pin him down. I don't know that I ever mentioned it, but it must have shown in what I would do. I felt that it was a bit unfair that there were four against one, so I would try to help Dad by pulling one of my brothers off of Dad occasionally.

Ralph - Son

I remember how I loved walking down the streets of downtown Salt Lake holding Dad's hand. As we passed a policemen they would call out to him, "Hi Glenn," and he would call them by name in a friendly return greeting. I like to think of the names of friends of both Mother and Dad whom we know in the Whittier Ward. Bishop Fred Schwendiman, Pres. Thomas Towler, Bill Tanner, Isaacsons, Sister Clare Brown. There were also the Jeppsons, the Hansens, and the Campbells. The list could go on and on. One of the special things that Dad was noted for was that every Sunday afternoon he would visit the widows and the homebound saints in the ward sharing his testimony, his vast repertoire of poetry and his knowledge of the scriptures. When Dad passed away Mother assembled a collection of Dad's favorite poems entitled "Glenn's Favorite Poems." He also left two large loose-leaf binders of his collection of poetry. As of this compilation they are in Ralph's possession.

Lyman - Son

During these years Dad was called to be the First President of the Seventies Quorum of the Wells Stake. He was the President of the Stake Mission as well. I remember him having meetings of the Seventies Presidency in our front room. He later became a counselor in the Whittier Ward Bishopric with Bishop Leo Jardine. I think Don Wagstaff was the other counselor.

Lyman - Son

One evening at the dinner table Dad announced that he had been invited to play basketball with the Sugar House Lumber Co. team that night and had decided to go. Without being asked I announced that I was going with him. On the way he told me that we were guests and he didn't know how much we would get to play, or if I would get to play at all. I understood the situation and went in with him and dressed to play. I shot fairly well in the warm-ups. I sat on the bench the entire first half. They started me the second half and I played the full second half. The only thing I remember after the game was Hack Miller (a sports writer) telling that I should never pass up a good chance to shoot and Dad telling me he was pleased to see that I was a good passer. The following is a copy of a clipping from the Deseret News dated sometime in the late 1930's.

News Cagers Nip Sugarhouse Five 40-35. Deseret news hoopsters, leaders of the Recreation League, defeated Sugar House Lumber 40 - 35 last night in a close practice tilt at the Deseret Gym. Timely baskets by John Talmage, center and high scorer with 15 points, and Hack Miller, forward, who scored 12 points, featured the Deseret New attack.

John Holt, forward, paced the Sugar House team with 15 points. Glen Smith Jr., played good ball while he was in the game in the second half and scored nine points. His father, a famous star at L.D.S.C. over 20 years ago, also played well for the losers.

Glenn - Son

During summer evenings we enjoyed sitting on the front porch and visiting as Dad watered the lawn

Glenn - Son

While the depression years were upon us, Dad was working for the City. All city employees were able to get free passes to Wasatch Warm Springs Plunge, a city owned swimming pool. Every Saturday afternoon after we had completed our chores we would go swimming. If any of us did not complete our assigned work, we would have to stay home.

Lyman - Son

Saturday afternoons during the summer months were usually spent making and bottling home made root beer. The family would enjoy a refreshing outing at the Municipal Plunge and then come home to prepare the weeks supply of our favorite cold drink. I can see Mom mixing up the 5 gals of water and the sugar, then adding the extract. Dad would then, with our help, funnel the sweet brown liquid into the just washed and clean bottles. It was neat when we boys got big enough to operate the capper. Otherwise it was dad's job. The challenge then became to wait the three days it took for the root beer to develop the carbonation. At last it would be ready.

Ralph - Son

inspection by mother, was the coveted opening of a bottle of that delicious root beer. Ralph - Son

Some of the jobs that I remember Dad having are: Deputy Sheriff, Truant officer for the S.L.C. School District, Worker at the smelter for Utah Copper Co. (Later known as Kennecott Copper.) He also had a part time job as the security officer at White Softball Park on North Temple across from the Fair Grounds. He and Uncle Joe were bouncers out at Saltair. We would call them "security” today. Mom was definitely a "stay at home Mom," as were most women of that day. I don't think she ever had a job outside of the home, except for Relief Society and other Church work

Lyman - Son

I remember coming home from Elsinore after one of our vacations there. Dad was trying to teach mother how to drive the car. She finally got the car on the road and seemed to be doing well. She caught up with a slow moving horse drawn wagon loaded with hay. She made no attempt to go around it and would have rear-ended it if Dad hadn't grabbed the steering wheel and guided the car around the wagon. Fortunately, nothing was coming the other way. Incidentally, that ended the driving lesson and, as far as I know, there never was another one.

Glenn - Son

When George Albert Smith was president of the Quorum of the Twelve, Apostle Callis recommended that Dad be called as a Mission President. President Smith refused the recommendation to avoid the appearance of favoritism. An additional element of the story is that we have heard that he also said "There are too many Smiths in here already."

Lyman - Son

One of the least anticipated opportunities of those long summer days was the gleaning of the dandelions from the lawn. I remember crawling around on our hands and knees looking for the pesky little plants. Occasionally some of our neighborhood friends would join us in this repugnant task. Why, you ask? Because the reward of a well done job, assured by a thorough...

I remember the trips to Elsinore and to Randolph with the folks. We would go to the ranch to visit or when we got older, to work. The trips seem to take so long. I remember singing as we drove along and Dad reciting poems from his tremendous repertoire.

Glenn - Son

One of my earliest recollections of dad was an experience from which I learned a very important lesson. Dad used to come home for lunch when he worked for the city. I don't remember what I had done, but it was something worthy of punishment for a four year old. Whatever it was, it had happened early in the week. Dad was lying on the couch in the front room about to take a nap. Mother had told him of my misconduct and he said that my punishment would be that I would not be able to go to the Ward show Friday night. With the wisdom, or more accurately, lack of same, I made the comment that it was OK because He would forget by Friday. What better way to guarantee his remembrance. For maximum attention, it is difficult to beat a good big mistake.

Ralph - Son

Dad was very interested in boxing from his youth up. I remember when he brought the punching bag from the basement at Grandmother's to our house on Bryan Ave. and hung it in the garage. I remember his room up on the third floor at Grandmother's with the walls covered with pictures of boxers up one wall, across the ceiling and down the other wall. We always had a set of boxing gloves in the coat closet. They would come out every once in a while and the front lawn would become our boxing ring. All of the neighborhood kids would come and participate or just observe. The gloves were pretty well padded and I don't remember anyone getting hurt or knocked out. That is until .... See page 20, the next to last full paragraph.

Ralph - Son

While Larry was recuperating from his serious illness we had an earthshaking experience. We were sitting in the breakfast nook eating breakfast. Lyman said to Glenn, "quit rocking the table with your knees, you’re spilling my mush." Before Glenn could reply, mother looked up and noticed that the hanging light fixture was swinging back and forth. Larry was on the couch in the front room where he slept during the night and rested during the day. He was not able to get up off of the couch at all. At the realization we were experiencing an earthquake, we all got up and went out of the front door and into the street ... and left Larry inside. Sorry about that Larry, but it turned out all right.

Ralph - Son

Dickie Erskine and I were close to the same age and were the best of friends. When we were about five or six years of age he developed a tumor in his abdomen. There was much of faith and prayer in his behalf. There was also great effort by the medical people. When both of these efforts failed to yield positive results there was sorrow in the whole neighborhood. I remember sitting on our front porch one evening and Max, Dickie's father, came over to talk to Dad. Dickie had been administered to several times and our united faith and prayers must have been contrary to the Lord's will for he continued to suffer. Bro. Erskine's purpose in coming to talk to Dad was to enquire about "dedicating" Dickie to the Lord. This means that, instead of blessing a person to be restored to health, by the power of the priesthood, the sick person is commended to the Lord for the Lord to do what He wishes to do and we accept the Lord's will even if it be unto death. Dad went over to the Erskine home, laid his hands on Dickie's head to pronounce the "dedication" and before he completed the ordinance Dickie had entered the Spirit World. Dad stated that he had felt for some time that our faith and prayers had kept Dickie here in mortality.

Ralph - Son

I remember Dad telling of an incident where he had been requested to give a pregnant woman a blessing. I assume the blessing was related to that condition. He received a phone call from the Sister after the birth of the child. She thanked him for naming the sex of the baby. Dad replied that he is careful not to do that in giving blessings. She acknowledged that that may have been so, but he told her that she would have a baby boy ... and she did.

Ralph - Son

The phone rang about 6 PM on a summer evening. The person on the other end inquired if this was the Glenn Smith who ... ? It turned out that it was someone other than Dad. The person was stranded at the airport and could not find their party. You know what Dad would do in this situation. He drove out to the airport and picked up the person and delivered him/her to where they needed to go.

Ralph - Son

I recall hearing Dad talk about the influence of a "block" teacher. That is a Home Teacher in today's parlance. Back in the depression days, Dad was the block teacher for the Campbell family down the street. I understand they were on welfare drawing about $5 a month and attempting to get by the best they could. Dad, with his usual faith, encouraged Bro. Campbell to pay tithing. The difficulty involved is obvious, but I understand he did begin to pay a tithe. He was blessed insomuch that he got a job and was able to provide for his family and to get a car. After making this progress, for some reason he quit paying tithing. He lost the job and was back on welfare. Dad's continued encouragement brought him to the point of again paying his tithe. The expected result came to pass. He was able to get another car and pay down on a home. Sometimes we can't stand prosperity. He again quit paying tithing and lost it all. Dad's persistence paid off and Bro. Campbell again began to pay his tithing. He was again blessed with the necessities and some of the comforts of life. He ended up a successful business man owning and operating a couple of businesses. I don't think you could convince Ed Campbell to not pay tithing now.

Ralph - Son

In bearing his testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel, as he did often, Dad stated one time in the old Whittier Ward, "Brothers and Sisters, I try to go to Jail every week." Then he explained that he and an old friend, Judge Ben Clark, would go to the gymnasium in the jail and play handball. I remember going with him and playing with a basketball while he played handball. I also remember standing in the corner of the court watching them play.

Glenn - Son

Larry and I were playmates all of the time until he got old enough to have to go to school. As with all playmates, things did not always remain on an even emotional keel. Whenever mother would hear us begin to bicker or to get upset, she would call for one of us and send us down the basement to get her a jar of fruit. When we got back together we had usually forgotten what the difference was about and we could get on with the playing. Many years later mom gave us that immortal line, "You'll never know how many bottles of fruit you brought up from the basement that I didn't need." Thus we learned a valuable lesson on how to help children settle disputes before they get to the serious stage. Larry recently admitted that he really hated to go down the hole in the ground we called a basement. As a youngster it was fear, later he just didn't like to do it. I suspect it must have been a little lingering fear. Glenn's recollection is that Mom, after planning the meal, would send one of down for the kind of fruit we liked the best. Glenn's was peaches. Larry said he always got whatever was the closest thing he could grab and get back up stairs. I don't remember for sure what my favorite was unless it was pears.

Ralph - Son

One of my favorite recollections of mother is the annual candy making extravaganza. What joy, what bliss, when that wonderful time of year came around. I look back now and see that I had an advantage during the years when my brothers were in school and I was at home for this magnificent event. The 5 pound blocks of chocolate that dad would bring home heralded the beginning of a most glorious time. The marble slabs out on the back porch getting cold to receive the melted chocolate, the bottom of the double boiler spouting steam as it did its job of melting the chunks of chocolate, the top of the boiler gradually reducing the "forbidden" to that smooth creamy covering for all of those tasty delights that mother would make; these are truly the things that memories, as well as wonderful chocolates, are made of.

I would watch Sister Houghton working the liquid chocolate while it cooled enough to dip the many varieties of candy. My favorite was the chocolate covered cherries. The marble slabs would be brought in from the back porch and covered with waxed paper in preparation to receive those tantalizing confections. It was fascinating to watch Sister H. as she would throw a piece of candy into her right hand to completely cover it with the chocolate and then drop it neatly onto the waxed paper and mark each one with the emblem to identify it's kind.

Rarely would my pleading eyes be rewarded with a piece of the finished product. There would be less than enough for the Relief Society if they gave me one every time I longed for one. They would then be packaged up for the bazaar and for our own Christmas supply that mother would hide. They were a favored item at the ward bazaar each year. Now, there's a memory. It was very rewarding to find the ones Mom had hidden, but you had to try to not let it show that you had taken any. Right?

Ralph - Son

When Dad worked for the City, one of his assignments was to help enforce the smoke abatement program. During the cold winter months during the Nineteen Forties, the common fuel in use by the populace was coal. A goodly amount of it was the soft bituminous coal that put out a lot of smoke. The environmentalists would have had a field day back then. My recollection was that Dad would have to get up early in the morning and drive up to the east bench of the valley. From there he could observe any house in the city that was putting out too much smoke, exceeding the limits that the City was attempting to enforce. He had the authority to cite the homeowner for the violation. At the same time he was engaged in this assignment he also had the opportunity to "measure up" houses to determine the size of furnace that would be required to heat it in the winter time. I think he earned $2 for each house for which he computed the heat loss. In this manner he was able to earn enough money to send Glenn Jr. into the mission field.

Ralph - Son

Dad would have to get up early on Monday mornings to light the water heater (no automatic thermostats in that day.) Mom would be up and starting the wash in the old wash tubs by five o'clock as I remember it. With bedding, clothes, and towels for a family of six, she must have done eight or ten loads by hand on the washboard. It was such a marvelous day when she had saved up enough money to purchase a wringer washing machine. No more bending over the tub of hot water with the scrub board or wringing out each piece to get it as dry as possible. The thing that brought her the most satisfaction, however, was to be the first one to hang out her wash. With no high fences she could see the back yards of all the neighbors up and down the block. It was rare that hers was not the first one flying in the wind.

Ralph - Son

When Glenn Jr. started Junior High School, during the first week of school he brought "Steve" home with him one day. Steve is really Darrell Stevens whose parents were traveling people who wanted their son to have a stable high school education. He had attended many elementary schools. Steve ended up living with us until he joined the Navy just before WW II. Incidentally, he was at Pearl Harbor 7, Dec. 1941. He told us that when he came on the deck and saw the Japanese planes, his first thought was, "I'm sure glad my tithing is paid."

Steve played the trumpet and joined a band in the late 1930's. Steve was an enterprising. young man and had been able to purchase a car. Most unusual for a teenager in that day. The boys in the band wanted to go to Los Angeles and "make it BIG." Dad told Steve that the boys in the band were just "using" him because of the car. Steve wouldn't hear of it and off they went. A few weeks later Steve came through the front door, was warmly greeted by Dad and said," Dad, I never knew you could be so right."

Mom and Dad also provided a home for our friend Maurice LaBass for some time.

Ralph - Son

THE 1940s

When Glenn Jr. received his call to the Eastern States Mission in Dec of 1940, Dad asked him "How much did they tell you that a missionary needed a month to live on?" Glenn Jr. was told it was $40 a month. Dad's immediate reply was, "I'll send you $35." When Larry received his call to the Texas - La. Mission, Dad was then presiding there. When Larry was in the mission home in Salt Lake, I understand Dad asked him how much did a missionary need per month. Larry said he was told $60 a month. Dad said," I'll send you $50." Dad's philosophy: Money ruins a missionary. Incidentally, when Ralph received his call to the New England States Dad didn't ask, He just sent him the full amount. One of the rare benefits of being the youngest.

Ralph - Son

I understand at one point Dad decided to pay tithing on the amount of money that he figured out he would need to support his family for a year. After sitting down and computing all of the expected expenses for a years time he arrived at an amount that he would need. He then determined how much tithing he would have to pay on that amount. I understand the first year he did this he paid a small amount of tithing over the amount that he actually owed the Lord. The second year of this program he came out about even. The third year he had to pay some additional money to be a full tithe payer.

Larry - Son

Every couple has to decide how they will handle their financial responsibilities. As far as I know mother never worked for wages outside of the home. They developed a very practical method of handling the money that Dad brought home from his employment. Although it was never explained to me in detail, my observations lead to the conclusion that the money was divided, I do not know the percentages, and each of them had certain responsibilities to cover or bills to pay. Dad would pay the car expenses out of his share and mother paid the household expenses.

The arrangement worked very well over the years, at least it did for mother. I think I remember mother saying once that she always had a little money put away for the proverbial rainy day, while, in general, Dad was always short of money. Occasionally they would have to borrow money from each other. Mother had an interesting policy when she borrowed from Dad. I remember one time being in the kitchen at Bryan Ave. and Dad mentioning to mother that she owed him 5 dollars. Mother asked him what she had borrowed it for because if he could not tell her she wouldn't pay him back. I recall his statement, "I can't think of it right now, (pause) but I will.”

Ralph - Son

Glenn Jr. was on leave from the Army where he had been on the Base boxing team. It is still vivid in my mind as Glenn put on the gloves to spar with Dad. He was pretty confident that he could win the bout. After all, he was about 23 years of age and in excellent physical shape. The sparring was getting pretty aggressive and Dad feigned a move in, then moved back a step. To Glenn, this was his opening. He moved in to deliver his "knock-out" punch. A short time later Glenn came too and found himself on the ground. After the feint, when Dad stepped back he twirled around, a full 360 degrees, on the ball of his foot and hit Glenn with the back of his right hand. Years later, Glenn told me that he was really knocked cold. He also said that he had a glass jaw and that if he ever got tagged right on the chin he was down. Dad then stood over Glenn and unlaced the gloves. Dad told me several years later that he had saved that punch just for this occasion. They never put the gloves on again against each other.

Ralph - Son

Dad was so well known in Salt Lake City probably because of his basketball accomplishments and his family connections. I remember one day when I was about fourteen or fifteen walking east on Third South between Main St. & State Street. A man approached us coming from the opposite direction and gave a cheery "Hello Glenn." Dad replied in a friendly manner as we passed. A few paces down the walk I asked Dad who that was. His predictable reply, "I don't have any idea." We have probably all had that experience with Dad.

Ralph - Son

When I was going to South High School before the folks were called to preside over the Texas - La. Mission, I asked Dad if I could borrow the car one Sat. afternoon. Bill Mann and I went over to the Norman's, some friends in the ward. I thought I would be a nice guy and let Bill drive the car a little bit. I don't think he had a driver's licence at the time. As we approached the Norman's driveway, Bill cut the turn too tight and customized their iron fence with the left front fender. The fender definitely got the worst of the encounter. I came driving home and Dad was sitting on the front porch watering the lawn. I was glad he could see the fender from the street, because he had a little time to contemplate his reaction while I turned into the driveway and parked the car. I was so grateful, and still am, for the calm manner with which he dealt with the situation. I even got the car the next time I asked for it.

Ralph - Son

I recall your father as being a very tall man in stature and character. He used the saying, "Keep Smiling" a lot and always had a smile for others. I really believe he loved life and lived it with enthusiasm.

Your mother was a sweet, gentle, kind lady. When my oldest daughter Linda went to the temple to be married, who should be in the brides room to help her get ready for the most important day of her life but your mother. That was so special for me and for Linda.

Helen Wagstaff - Whittier Ward

The first memories I have of Uncle Glenn and Aunt Christie occurred about a month before Wayne and I were married on Nov. 8, 1941. I met them when Wayne brought me to Salt Lake to visit with friends. They were at our wedding in the Salt Lake Temple where Uncle George Albert performed the ceremony. That winter we spent several week-ends at Glenn & Christie's when we came to Salt Lake. I remember going to church with them when Uncle Glenn was in the bishopric. Aunt Christie was a wonderful cook and her food was always very special - no matter what she made. She: was such a sweet and loving person who made everyone feel so much at home that it was always a real pleasure to be with her. I still have a recipe box she gave me at a shower a few days before we were married. I wish I had a lot of her recipes.

Rosetta - Niece

My earliest recollection of Grandma and Grandpa Smith was at the home on 2nd North. I recall a family gathering with many people upstairs and on the lower level. This was before the stairway, and what a grand stairway is was, was blocked off. I don't know what the occasion was, but I suspect it was their farewell as they were about to depart to the Mission field. I just remember how big I thought he was and how gentle and kind he seemed. I couldn't have been more than 4 or 5 years old. I vaguely remember being held by another older bearded gentleman. I have since wondered if it could have been George Albert Smith, Grandpa's half -brother.

Mike - Grandson

I have no idea if the title "Gong Show" was used back in that day or not, but it would certainly have applied to one of the Whittier Ward talent shows. The only act I remember was Dad. He came out onto the stage just dressed in his regular clothes and began to sing. And I mean sing. He was very animated and sang with real enthusiasm. The song: "It's a Long Way To Tipperary." What he lacked in musical skill and training, and there was definitely a lack, he made up in exuberance and gusto. He only got about half way through the song when the gong began to ring loud and long. I wondered if they "gonged" Dad because they knew he would be a good sport about it or if they really thought the singing was that bad.

Ralph - Son

Arnold Isaacson shared this story about Dad. One winter evening He, Bob Saunders (a friend at South High School) and one other friend were standing outside Arnold's house talking and throwing snowballs at nothing in particular. Dad came driving down the street with the window open. Bob had a snowball in his hand and let it fly. It hit Dad right in the side of his head. Dad drove on and made no effort to respond. He apparently drove around the block and parked. A short time later, Dad came walking up the sidewalk to confront the boys. Arnold said he felt that they were really in for it, but Dad simply said "You shouldn't throw snowballs at automobiles, you might cause some damage." At that he turned around and walked away. Arnold said that he always appreciated the way Dad handled the situation.

Arnold Isaacson - Friend

LINE OF AUTHORITY

Glenn G. Smith was ordained a High Priest by Joseph Fielding Smith.

Joseph Fielding Smith was ordained an Apostle April 7, 1910 by Joseph F. Smith. Joseph F. Smith was ordained an Apostle July 1,1866 and set apart as a member of

the Quorum of the 12 Apostles October 8,1867 by Brigham Young. Brigham Young was ordained an Apostle February 14, 1835 under the hands of the Three Witnesses.

The Three Witnesses were called by revelation to choose and ordain the 12 Apostles.

On February 14, 1835 these ordinations took place. The authority to do so was conferred upon them by the First Presidency; Joseph Smith Jr., Sidney Rigdon & Frederick G. Williams.

Joseph Smith Jr. and Oliver Cowdery received the Melchizedek Priesthood in. 1829 under the hands of Peter, James and John.

Peter, James and John were ordained Apostles by the Lord Jesus Christ. John 15:16.

The story of their mission call is interesting. Dad's Mission President during his first mission was Charles A. Callis, later called to the Quorum of the twelve. Elder Callis wished to submit Dad's name to be a Mission President during the time George Albert Smith was serving as Pres. Of the Quorum (who's responsibility it was to approve the names for new mission presidents.) George Albert felt that it might be thought that he was being partial and would not approve Dad's name at that time. After he became President of the Church he told Apostle Callis to go ahead and submit Dad's name if he still desired to do so. I understand that another couple had been called to preside over the Texas Louisiana mission, but illness prevented them from serving so Mom and Dad were sent in their place and presided from 1945 to 1950. When they assumed their responsibilities of presiding over the mission, mother became the surrogate mother for some 376 Elders and Sister missionaries. At their Farewell as they were leaving for the Mission in Texas, Mom spoke first. When she sat down Dad approached the podium and said, "I always have the last word in our family, even if it is, OK mother, we'll do it your way."

Lyman - Son

As the folks were returning to Houston after one of those long drives while in the Mission, they decided to stop at the Doctors office on the way to the Mission Home. Dad had commented about how he was always thirsty. Mom recognized that as a symptom of sugar diabetes.

The Doctor commented that Dad was very fortunate because his blood sugar level was so high he could have passed out at any moment. A very strict diet was instituted. Knowing the seriousness of the situation and the possible consequences gave Dad the motivation to stay on the diet, Mom's influence was, no doubt, a powerful factor. After some time of virtual complete compliance to the diet, Dad began to reward himself with an occasional small dish of ice cream. On a subsequent visit to the Doctor, after implementing the practice of the occasional dish of the forbidden ice cream, the Doctor told him he was doing fine and to just keep on doing what he was doing. Dad was most happy to comply with that order from the Doctor and said that he would be glad to, "Keep on doing" what he was doing.

Ralph - Son

See Appendix D for the minutes of some of Mom's & Dad's talks in the Mission field.

I first met Mom & Dad Smith in July 1947 when they were President and Sister Smith of the Texas-Louisiana Mission. I had gone to Natchitoches, La. to visit my Aunt Vannie Clark Rogers. She was the widow of my Uncle Vernon, my mother's brother who had drowned in a boating accident a year previously. I had arrived in Natchitoches the latter part of June. Two days after I got there the Natchitoches Branch traveled to Many, La. to give the Sacrament Meeting program. There I met Elder Larry Smith who was the son of Pres. & Sis Smith. He was being transferred to Natchitoches and went home with us. I got acquainted with him through church meetings and activities. During July Pres. & Sis Smith came to Natchitoches for a District Conference. I remember a strange thing that happened when they were ready to leave. One of the other Elders came to Larry and said, "Elder Smith, Pres. & Sis. Smith would like to talk to you." Although that was the right words and concept, it sounded a little weird.

Lorraine - Daughter-in-law

As I understand it, the folks were traveling between home and Houston while they presided over the Texas-Louisiana Mission. There was a mother with a fussing baby who was about at her wits end. The more the baby fussed the more distressed the mother became. Her agitation seemed to transfer to the child and the baby refused to be comforted. Dad got up out of his seat moved over to where the mother was sitting and asked it he might hold the baby. After a few trips up and down the aisle, the baby was sound asleep and Dad returned it to the arms of a very grateful and relieved mother.

Ralph - Son

Mom and Dad were the same in lots of ways and, of course, were different in other ways. One of these differences was significant in their handling of what could have been difficult situations in the mission field. Mom had the enviable ability to remember names and put them with the right faces. We all know of Dad's inability with the same skill. Dad would always hold onto Mother's right arm so that when she shook hands with people and would call them by name he could pick up on it and greet the person cordially. They successfully carried off this charade many times. What a blessing Mom was in Dad's life.

Larry - Son

THE 1950s

My most vivid recollection of Grandpa is the time that he tickled me so much that it made me wet my pants. There was a benefit to the experience, however, - I have never been ticklish since.

Ron - Grandson

When the folks returned from Texas they remodeled the Home at 82 West First No. and lived in the second story apartment until mother could no longer take care of the property. I think the first job Dad had upon their return was as security (a floorwalker) at Z.C.M.I. for a short period of time. Later they lived at the Deseret Mortuary in an apartment for a couple of years when Dad worked for the mortuary as a funeral director. It was the perfect position for him and he enjoyed the work very much. He loved being helpful and to have the opportunity to comfort those in need of comfort at the time of the loss of a loved one. He was able to use much of his knowledge of the scriptures and the poetry that he had memorized over the years. He spent several years there and then went to work for Wasatch Lawn Mortuary until he retired. Retirement was not good for Dad. His old friend Ed Campbell convinced him to come and work with him at the State Capitol Building as a tour guide, which he did for a year or two. I remember seeing a picture of Dad kneeling next to the chandelier that had fallen from the ceiling of the Governor's room.

Lyman - Son

I will always remember how Grandpa could take out one of his teeth. I also remember that when, he would go for a walk in the mornings he would take his hat, give Grandma three quick but sweet kisses and then leave. Grandpa was usually willing to have fun with us. I remember some of us kids doing the "Hula" and Grandpa got up and did it with us. What a Grandpa.

Robin - Granddaughter

I remember being around Grandpa when we visited them in the "Haunted Castle," the Deseret Mortuary, where he worked. Many times I would go "exploring" and find new scary and exciting. places. One time Grandpa even invited me to the embalming room. I was hoping to see a dead person, but he informed me that we would not be doing that. Without a body, the room was really pretty uninteresting to a curious mind like mine. However, it was interesting to hear about how the bodies were prepared for burial. I do remember how He was particularly respectful and careful when speaking of the deceased.

Mike - Grandson

In June of 1951 the youth of the Prescott, Arizona Branch came to Salt Lake City for the MIA June Conference and to participate in the Dance and Music festivals. Larry took me to Mom and Dad's home for me to meet them again. They were very gracious and friendly. I wondered about their thoughts concerning their son marrying a divorcee with a child. On Larry's next visit he proposed and I accepted. Mom came down to the wedding in the Mesa, Arizona Temple, but Dad could not come. Maureen and I were received with love by the Smith family. In May of 1952 the floods came. Our little home on Fremont Ave. was inundated by water seeping up through the floor to a depth of 4 or 5 inches. Early one Sunday morning, Dad Smith came and helped us evacuate to their home. The three of us crowded into one little bedroom. This became our home for several weeks until we could get our home cleaned and livable one more. Aunt Millie Skaggs, who also lived with Mom & Dad, helped with Maureen when I went to work to help pay for the repairs.

I remember the love which was shown in that household. Mom was always gracious and giving. I thought it was pretty special that she would not go to town without her hat and gloves. At this time Dad was working at the State Capitol Building. His death in June of 1970 was the end of a long and enduring love between him and Mom. They celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary just a year prior to his demise.

Lorraine - daughter-in-law

One year when we lived in Provo, Mom was attending Education Week. We called Dad from Provo to see how he was doing. He replied, "Honey, I am so hungry! There's not a thing for me to eat.'. Well, I was surprised at that because Nana was always so well organized, but I figured Nana must have been running late. I asked, "Dad, didn't Mom leave you things to eat? He said, "Well if she did, I can't find it!' So, we decided to go and fix Grandpa a nice meal. He was so grateful. We piled our five little ones into our tiny little car and sashayed up to Salt Lake City where Dad was working and living at the Deseret Mortuary. We walk in. After hugs and kisses all around, I go to the kitchen to see what I could whip up. I open the fridge door and, lo and behold, the fridge was full. So I said to Dad, "Grandpa the fridge is full!' He said, "Well, I wanted potato salad!" I said, "Dad there is potato salad, right here in the back. Then he said, "Well, its too far back!" What a fun guy he was.

Ruth - Daughter-in-law

Dad worked as a Deputy Sheriff in Salt Lake County for a few years during prohibition. He left the field of law enforcement because he began feeling that everyone had something to hide - or was not what they appeared to be. Working each day with those who were breaking the law made him feel that he was becoming critical of everyone

Betty - Daughter-in-law

After Grandmother Smith's home had been remodeled and Uncle Glenn and Aunt Christie were living upstairs, we always went by to see them and, occasionally, slept up on the 3rd floor. I remember Uncle Glenn sitting in the big chair, that had been his Grandfather's, by the window reading. Aunt Christie had made such a beautiful home there.

Rosetta - Niece

I wish that the cookie jar that lived in Mother's house had been there when I was growing up. I know that it would have been much more difficult for her to keep it full and I would have come down with 'the sugar' (diabetes) many years earlier.

The grandchildren all looked forward to going to Grandma's for many reasons, but the cookie jar was one of the most enjoyed. Mom spent many hours in that labor of love and reaped great rewards of love and appreciation from those whose hands helped to keep its contents down.

Ralph - Son

When we moved from San Francisco to Provo to attend BYU we stayed with Mom and Dad while we searched for an apartment near the campus. As we sat at the dinner table one evening Dad inquired whether or not we had found a place. After explaining that we had not had any success in locating living quarters, Ruth said "We may have to pinch a teat.' Her intent was to say that we might have to pitch a tent, but that is not what came out. Dad's reply was immediate and with gusto as he slapped his thigh and said, "I don't know what good it will do honey, but I'm all for it.'

Ruth - Daughter

I can't remember a time I didn't know my Grandmother Smith. In my earliest memories - she is there. Grandpa and grandma came to visit us regularly and we went to the mortuary to visit them. Grandpa worked at the Deseret Mortuary and they lived in an apartment there. They then moved to the family home by the temple. Grandma Smith invited me regularly to spend the night at her home. I remember how special she always made me feel. She would fix abelskivers (Danish pancakes) for me for breakfast. We would make chocolate chip cookies to fill the cookie jar. She would take me to lunch at nice restaurants. She would let me style her hair with water and clothespins. She would buy me paper dolls and cut them out for me. She kept my paper dolls in the bottom drawer of her dresser. I could rest assured that they were well taken care of and would still be there when I came the next time.

She had Grandpa hammer small nails around a wooden spool and I started making a long chain, it kept me quiet for hours. She never raised her voice to me. She would patiently explain the reason we could or could not do something. Then she expected me to act accordingly. She always had time for me. I called her on her phone regularly, I liked to hear her voice. I was always pleased that I had been named after her. There was a special bond between us. She would always introduce me to her friends as her "namesake.” I loved that.

Grandma had a candy dish on one of her tables in the living room. It usually had M&Ms in it. We would always check to see if it was full. She told me you weren't a Smith if you didn't like ice cream and chocolate. She was truly a Smith.

She took me to see picture shows with Debbie Reynolds, my favorite movie star. She would call me and tell me when a new show came to town. I always wore my best Sunday dress. I had white gloves and often a hat and a purse. I never remember going anywhere with Grandma that I wasn't dressed up. She gave me her school ring when I was 13, it has always been one of my special treasures. You can still see her initials (C.J.) inside it.

Christie - Granddaughter

THE 1960s

One day while sitting in the kitchen visiting with mother, we were discussing the problems of ageing. After several points had been discussed, Mom said, "When I get to the point that I can't take care of myself, then you are put me in a rest home.' I replied, "Mom, when you get to that point you may not feel the same way about it.' Her reply, "That is why I am telling you now."

Ralph - Son

I recall many visits to their home in their later years. Most often I would find Grandpa sitting in his favorite chair reading one of his favorite books. What a library he had - at least to me. As a youth I loved perusing the many books, some truly ancient in my eyes, and wondering about the people and places they told about. His library was my introduction to a lifelong love of the National Geographic Magazine. In honor and memory of Grandpa Smith we named our firstborn Michael Glenn Smith.

Mike - Grandson

I recall something most impressive about Grandmother. One time she was reading the Sunday School lesson for the next Sunday. She was obviously doing more than just reading, she was actually preparing to give the lesson. I inquired if she was going to teach the class the coming Sunday. She replied that she was not assigned to teach, she just liked to go each Sunday as though she were going to teach. Now that's the way we all should be prepared for our classes each Sunday.

Ranel - Granddaughter

My first memory of Grandma Smith was upon her return from their mission in Texas - Louisiana. A dinner was held in their honor at the Doll House. I asked if I could sit next to Grandma and she said, "yes.” I was so excited. I am Grandma's oldest grandchild. I'm not certain at what point she had us start calling her "Nana,” but somewhere around the time of their return.

I loved going to grandma's house because she always did special things for me and made me feel loved. One time while I was sleeping over, we went to the grocery store and Grandma said I could pick out anything I would like. I chose a box of Sugar Pop cereal which really amused her.

There were special concerts held on the Temple grounds. Grandma made me a shawl to wear, it was blue on one side and pink on the reverse side. She had gloves for me to wear and I felt so grown up. I still have the shawl. She also took me to the Hotel Utah for lunch and to the Tea Room at Z.C.M.I.

One day we went for a ride and stopped at Cummings Chocolates. We were in the back room where Grandma was picking out her favorite chocolates. When she went to pay, her purse was not there. She had left it in the car and while she was gone to get it, I was told I could pick out one piece of any kind I wanted. I looked and looked and finally made up my mind just as Grandma walked back in. She slapped my hand and said I was to never take one again. The owner explained that he had given me permission. To add insult to my humiliation, I had picked a nasty dark chocolate and I ended up giving it to Grandma anyway.

One of my favorite TV shows was Dragnet with Jack Webb as the star. He was appearing at the UTAH Theater and Grandma took me to see him. I could hardly sit still waiting for him to come on stage. She also took me on my first Taxi ride and gave me my first taste of borscht (which did not impress me). She taught me how to make pecan rolls, popovers, abelskevers and how to knit.

When I was a teenager Grandma took me to Z.C.M.I. and let me pick out the pattern I wanted for my sweater. It turned out so beautiful. What a labor of love those sweaters were.

As we got older, married and had children, Grandma and Aunt Ethel helped with the children. It was at that time we started having lunch with them and special birthday luncheons for their birthdays. They aged so wonderfully. I do love my dear sweet Grandma

Lynne - Granddaughter

The last few years before he passed into the spirit world, Dad was much concerned about the financial condition Mom would be left in. All worked out well because Aunt Ethel was there and with the aunties no longer living downstairs that apartment was rented to a wonderful lady from Idaho. I think her name was Mary. Mother told of a time after she had lived there a couple of years, that she came upstairs and told mother that it was time for mother to raise her rent. Now, how often does a tenant suggest a rent increase.

Ralph - Son

I recall Grandma sitting and running a very fine tooth comb through her hair. She would do this for quite a long time, 15 or 20 minutes. When anyone commented on what beautiful hair she had, she would often reply, "Yes it is, isn't it.'

Robin - Granddaughter

Grandpa was always dressed like it was Sunday. I don't recall seeing him without a white shirt and a tie. He was every bit the gentleman. The white shirts were nearly always long sleeve, but I recall an incident when he had on a short sleeved one. I noticed a small tattoo on his arm. I mustered up the courage to ask him why he had the word "MOM' tattooed there. I will never forget his profound response. After I inquired as to whether or not it could be removed he answered, "I guess I leave it there as a reminder of the foolishness of youth." Therein he taught , me the great lesson that we each make decisions for which we will be accountable. Some. could be easily changed or removed, but the tattoo served as a reminder to Grandpa, and since to me, that many decisions cannot be so easily reversed or so openly acknowledged.

Mike - Grandson

THE 1970s

On one visit to Grandma's she was trying to discourage me from shaving my legs. She said that if a young lady did not shave her legs that the hair would eventually just fall out and she would have nice smooth skin. I did happen to notice that Grandma still had hair on her legs. I wondered just how long is was supposed to take. She also gave me a bit of wisdom when she told me that it is difficult to be a member of the Church, but it was more difficult to be a Smith.

Robin - Granddaughter

After I moved to Salt Lake I became even closer to Aunt Chris and Aunt Ethel. Uncle Glenn was gone by then. Letty Ann, my daughter, and I would go and spend hours with them. When I had to work on Saturdays. Letty who was 13 or 14 would spend the day with them. Aunt Christie taught her to knit, crochet and to tat.

Some of the happiest times for me since I moved to Salt Lake was with Aunt Chris and Aunt Ethel. We would go for long rides, go out to eat, go to special movies they wanted to see. I was closer to Aunt Chris than I was to any of the other aunts. She was always so loving and caring to me. After they moved to a retirement home, I would visit them there. Both Aunt Chris and Aunt Ethel made me feel like part of the family more than any of the others. Aunt Chris was a wonderful loving, caring woman. She will hold a special place in my heart always - I still cherish the hours I spent with such a lovely lady.

Rosetta - Niece

THE 1980s

During the summer of 1981 the tenant living downstairs moved back to Idaho. It was decided that it would be bast to have a member of the family move into the apartment to help Mom and Aunt Ethel as they were getting up in age and couldn't always do the things that needed to be done. It was decided that Larry and I were the logical ones. It was a real privilege to be close and to serve them. We helped where we were needed and enjoyed being there. We delighted in going on trips in the autumn to see the color in the mountains and in the winter to enjoy the beauty of the snow. One Labor Day we took Mom to Midway to their "Swiss Days” to let her reminisce about her teaching days there.

Lorraine - Daughter-in-law

The decision to sell the old home was a difficult one to live with, but the upkeep had become a burden. None of the family were in a position to do the necessary repairs so Glenn was given the task of putting it on the market. There was a lot of discussion and feelings because there was so much Smith history attached to it.

Lyman - Son

In the fall of 1985 Mother had a massive stroke and had to be taken to the hospital. We requested that no life support systems be used, only make her comfortable. Our request was not honored and mother survived until Aug 1988. Betty and Lyman provided for her care for about three months. Inasmuch as they were preparing for a mission, Glenn and Vivian took her into their home and took care of her until she joined Dad in the spirit world. Glenn and Vivian did a marvelous job of providing the loving care Mom needed for those last few years. Thanks to Glenn, all of the funeral arrangements and the handling of the will was taken care of with dispatch and fairness.

Lyman - Son

My children love Grandma. She would call ma regularly and ask ma to bring the children to her house. She would tell Lynne and I to go to lunch and not worry about them. It is still one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for ma. Lynne and I had lunch once a month for several years with Grandma and Aunt Ethel, prior to the house being sold. We loved that special time. Grandma would tell us stories from her life, she would talk about her "boys." She would share her trials with us and she would always point out the Lord’s hand in those trials and her life. She shared some of the deep hurts from her childhood.

My grandmother has had a profound effect on ma. Her influence and love are still felt. She taught ma many valuable lessons about life. She never made ma feel small or unimportant. She always had time for ma - no matter how busy she must have been. I MISS HER.

I REMEMBER ...

Chocolate chip cookies in the cookie jar with a dried apple to keep them soft M&Ms

The marble game

A pitcher of cold water in the fridge

Lawrence Walk every Saturday night

Her long hair in a sack in her bottom dresser drawer Her smile and her chuckle

Hugging her and feeling the stays in her corset Her knitting

Abelskivers

Her dish, cup & saucer collection

Pink baby lotion in her bathroom

Paper dolls

Knitting spool she kept in her secretary

Her peanut brittle

Her peanut butter/corn flake Christmas cookies

Two dollar bills for birthdays and Christmas

My tatted Temple hankie

But most of all, I remember feeling her absolute love

Christie - Granddaughter

Letter to Mom & Dad,

Warm feelings flood my soul when I think of you. You have been an inspiration to me ever since. We met when you presided over the Texas - Louisiana Mission in the 1940's. Never in my life would I have thought I would be blessed with your love and the love of your son, Ralph. Thank you so much for your parenting and example that was not only a wonderful model for your sons but has helped us daughters by marriage, to honor our roles as wives and mother.

I remember one time when our little family were visiting you. Mom, you were sitting at the table preparing your Sunday School lesson. What is so memorable about that is that you had been doing this for years whether or not you were going to teach a class. Wow! What an inspiration. Have I internalized your example? Oh dear, NO.

I remember your wonderful hospitality, your potato salad with cucumbers, great homemade bread, butter, homemade jam or jelly, meat, vegetables and home canned fruit for dessert. And those forever wonderful chocolate cookies. Then At Christmas - wonderful home-dipped chocolate candy. My Oh My! Mom, you are just a wonderful all around, died in the wool Mormon pioneer. You knit, tat, embroider, quilt, cook, keep a meticulous house, avid reader, and a loving wife, mother and grandmother.

I remember your smile, your wonderful laugh, your trim figure, the gorgeous coat you crocheted, or was it knitted, you did them both so well. Your beautiful mail-order clothes, (Now what were the names of those brochures?) Your willingness to order anything the grandchildren sold, the times we lunched together at ZCMI. That was a special treat, even though I felt so completely out of place. Me. Lunching with Sister Smith?' I was soooo in awe. After all you were the wife of President Glenn G. Smith, the sister-in-law of President George Albert Smith, the Prophet, plus being the mother of my husband. And me? I was just a little gal from Louisiana who adored your son, Ralph. Not that you ever did anything to cause my insecurity, it was just me. You were always so perfect I would have been shocked if you had ever boisterously laughed out loud.

Then there was Dad, fun loving, poetry loving, tickle the kids loving, and laughter loving. Dad, you must have made a great date.

At one of the Mission Reunions, Dad was determined to sing the Mission Song, but none of us could remember the words. After several minutes, the brother conducting announced the closing prayer. With all eyes closed, the prayer began. All of a sudden Dad's loud enthusiastic voice sang out:

So here's to Texas and Louisiana

Where the sweet magnolia scent the evening air.

Where the hand clasps a little stronger

And where memories linger just a little longer.

So here's to friendships everlasting,

Strong as the truth we bare.

To the Texas Mission our loyalty we pledge For now and evermore.

(Mom and Dad must have wanted this to be written because Ralph and I have tried, off and on, for several years to recall the words - now, all of a sudden, here they are on paper.)

I'm certain at least one of my children will mention Dad's love for reciting poetry and the great enjoyment it brought to all, including him. He was/is great. The poem that I have used the most is the one about Adam and Eve and the fact that it is time to "pass the apples around again.” If I find it again, I will certainly include it in my letter. Back to Dad and his poems, no matter what I was doing, I felt the need to stop and listen to Dad's recitations. He enjoyed the "oohs" and "aahs" as much as I enjoyed giving them, no matter how many times I had heard it before, no matter what I was doing. Even changing the diapers could wait! I can still see him in his favorite big rocking chair smiling that big happy grin. Oh how wonderful it will be to live in the presence of those sweet wonderful people.

Well, dear ones - Wonderful memories. Oh, how I would love to walk up those steps at 82 West in Salt Lake City and enter into your life again.

Mom & Dad, we also appreciated it so much when you came down very early on a special Christmas morning when our dear son, Ron, was born. Thank you so much for being there. The kids loved it and Ralph and I had the chance to have Christmas dinner together in the hospital.

Much Love,

Ruth - Daughter-in-law