A man of miracles is my dad, blessed throughout his life by Heavenly Father. Born of goodly parents with amazing heritage, he honored them and faithfully passed his heritage to us six children and our posterity … with love.
I remember visiting my dad in his upstairs office, a humble “executive suite” at 43 West Broadway.
He provided a spacious home he remodeled, with a huge backyard in the perfect 2nd-Avenue neighborhood. He let me, his oldest son at about age 7, help him build an addition for the growing family. Dad let me salvage materials and do my own thing for a crude 3-story hut (another story by itself).
My father always loved animals. He took me on early-morning horseback rides at the ranch, a “30-acre weed patch” he acquired, south of SLC airport. Of course, I also enjoyed rafting on the canal. Years later as a young teen, I did heavy labor there for the family company.
A heavenly story: inspired move to Hinckleys’ ward, where he served as bishop for my future wife. By lifelong example, Father & Mother taught us to serve God and mankind.
Remembering Dad, I’ve only just begun …
