My parents Rodney & Marie Waite
father Rodney Waite was born in Bunkerville, Nevada on January 7, 1919. My mother Marie Iverson was born in St. George, Utah on December 6, 1919. She graduated from the eighth grade in St. George but couldn't afford to go to high school there because Utah charged tuition to high school students. Nevada didn't charge tuition so she went to Bunkerville to live with a family who were friends of her parents to attend high school. She met my father at school and they were married August 3, 1938 in Mom's parents' home in St. George. They were married civilly because the St. George temple was closed for maintenance. They were sealed in the St. George temple on November 9, 1938.
My first home in Bunkerville
They lived with Dad's parents after their marriage. My father got a job working for a turkey farmer in Logandale, Nevada. They moved to small house on the farm. They worked for the farmer until the turkeys were killed and shipped. The job ended when the work was finished and they moved back to Bunkerville.
In Bunkerville they moved into a small house owned by Dad's brother, Delbert. The house was located on the north side of Diagonal Street, in the southwest section of Bunkerville. Only two rooms were completely finished. Dad found a job working on the construction of a section of Highway 21 near Glendale, Nevada.
In 1939 my mother became pregnant with me. During her pregnancy her body produced too much of a chemical called albumin. The excess albumin was poisoning her kidneys. Her doctor, Wilford Reichman, was worried that if her body continued to produce too much albumin it would kill her. Her condition became serious during the last few months of her pregnancy.
About two weeks before my birth Dr. Reichman told Mom that he feared I was dead. He had not felt any movement in her and was not able to hear a heartbeat. In the first few days of December he told her that they could wait no longer. On December 3, 1939 my father took her to the McGregor Hospital in St. George, Utah where Dr. Reichman gave her a drug to start her labor. The labor was not consistent during that day. She spent that night in the hospital and the next morning Monday, December 4th, the doctor gave her more drugs to start the labor again. Soon the labor pains started and her hand began to jerk. Her body continued to jerk and she felt herself losing consciousness. She heard my father call for help and then she lost conciseness. I was born at 9:40 AM, while she was unconscious. I weighed eight pounds and was 20 inches long. She and I stayed in the hospital for ten days. Gradually the albumin went back to normal and her kidneys recovered.
Me in Bunkerville
I was named Laron after Laron Knight from Bunkerville a friend of my father's who was killed as a young man. Of course my middle name Rodney came form my father.
We continued to live in Bunkerville even though my father had to go to Las Vegas to find work. He found a job delivering ice in Vegas. He would find a ride to Vegas and work there during the week then go back to Bunkerville on the weekends. While in Vegas he lived with his cousin Margaret and her husband. While he was in Vegas Mom and I would sometimes ride the bus to St. George to see her parents.
During this time my Grandmother Iverson was pregnant with her last child. The child, a daughter, was born on April 11, 1941 in St. George and they named her Sharon Alene.
World War II was going on in Europe and my mother's brothers Budd (Alvin), Grant and Keith Iverson joined the Navy. My parents were afraid that my father would also have to go into the services.
Mom and Dad wanted to move to Vegas so we would be together. My uncle Leland Waite and his new wife Mary were living in Vegas in a small trailer house. They rented a space for the trailer form a cousin. My parents got permission to put a trailer next to Uncle Lee's. They found a "Truck House" It was a truck with a homemade shell on the truck bed. The shell had only one room. It had a large bed built across one end and cupboards and a cabinet built on the other. They did some repair on it and moved it onto the space next to Uncle Lee.
On the night of December 7, 1941 my Uncle Denzel was driving my mother and me from Bunkerville to Vegas. The radio was playing music, suddenly the music was interrupted by an announcement that told of the attack on Pearl Harbor by the Japanese. The announcement was repeated several times.
We moved into the truck house a few days before Christmas 1941. My father had joined Uncle Lee working in a plant that produced magnesium for the war effort.
Mom was pregnant with my brother Gary. She had problems with producing too much albumin again. The doctor gave her medication to control it. Gary was born on April 25, 1942.
Uncle Lee's wife Mary had been married before to a man named Merlin Bunker. The marriage ended in divorce. She had a son from the marriage named John.
Uncle Lee and Aunt Mary decided to buy a house in the northwest part of Vegas near Merlin's parents John Bunker and his wife. They bought an old house that needed a lot of repair. Mom and Dad helped them repair and clean it. They moved in and invited Mom and Dad to move their truck house onto their lot. Mom and Dad moved the truck next to the house and put up a small white tent at the back of the truck. They used the tent as a bedroom.
Mom and Dad decided that they wanted to move away from Vegas. They didn't the gambling influence they also wanted to find a place with more water and wasn't so hot. Dad's uncle Frank Leavitt had moved his family to a place in southwest Idaho. They had gone back to Bunkerville and told the people about it.
Mom and Dad thought it sounded good so in the fall of 1942 we took a trip there. They liked the area and decided to move there. They made a second trip there in the spring of 1943 and bought a place with 20 acres and a house, barn and corrals for $4,500.00 from a family whose last name was Nihart. The property was on South 2nd Street East (Highway 95) just south of Homedale near a curve in the road.
They returned to Vegas and made arrangements to move to Idaho. In May of 1943 they paid a man named Harley Adams $100.00 to use his truck and haul their furniture to their new home. The place was well watered with a lot of trees, bushes, flowers and a lawn. There was a small orchard with apricots and nectarines. There was also a patch of rasp berries. There was a barn with corrals, a smoke house, an underground cellar, a chicken coop and a garage. The house didn't have a bathroom or any plumbing inside. There was a well with a hand pump. My parent's really liked the place. We kept rabbits, chickens, pigs and cattle on the place. We hand milked the cows, got eggs from the chickens and ate the pigs and rabbits. Click here to see pictures of the Nihart place.
Gary and I enjoyed playing in the yard and barnyard. We had two white kittens that we played with. We were rough on the kittens. One was mean to us so we called him Meany. To punish him we drug him through the water in the irrigation ditch. I hope we were chastised for doing it. In her history, my mother mentions many things I did and said while we lived at the Nihart place.
One of our rabbits escaped from its pen and roamed free in the yard. Somehow it fell into the hole below the outhouse. I remember Uncle Keith trying to get it out. I believe he put some grape vines in a bucket and lowered it into the hole hoping the vines would entice the rabbit into the bucket so he could lift it to the surface. I don't remember it he was able to get it up.
My father had a hard time finding a good job at first. His job in Las Vegas had paid well but he had to take low paying, menial temporary jobs in Homedale. He felt living there was worth the loss of pay. Later he found a job at a produce packing company named The J. C. Palumbo Fruit Company. He was the foreman of the production crew. The company shipped apples and potatoes to markets in the east. Later they also shipped peaches, prunes and onions.
In 1944 Dad was drafted into the Army. He was inducted October 25, 1944 and sent to Camp Walters in Texas. He had hurt one of his knees when he was young and it hurt him when he marched so he was transferred to the Army Air Core unit where he served as a quartermaster.
My mother was pregnant with her third child when Dad was drafted. She didn't want to face taking care of the farm by herself so she sold it and we moved to St. George to live with her parents while she waited for the baby to be born. While we were there I spent
Mom was restless, worried about Dad and had a hard time getting along with Grandpa Iverson so she rented a small white house in Bunkerville. I have one memory of watching my Grandpa Waite sitting in a chair in his house. I was afraid of him. I learned later that he liked to make faces and loud noises at his grandchildren to scare them. Maybe that was why I was afraid of him.
While we were in Bunkerville the time arrived for the birth of Mom's child. Uncle Denzel took her to St. George where her third son was born on February 23, 1945. She named him Richard Lee.
In the fall of 1945 we moved back to Homedale to wait for Dad's discharge from the Army. Mom rented a small white house in town on 101 West Oregon Avenue from some people called Taylor. An older woman called Mrs. Rainy lived across the street to the north, she was friendly and helped us move in.
While we waited for Dad to return a part of our car broke and it wouldn't run, Because of the war we could not get a new part. We had to walk everywhere that we needed to go. Mom would push Richard in a baby buggy and Gary and I would walk. Winter arrived before Dad and we got very cold as we walked.
Dad was discharged December 15, 1945 and returned to Homedale by train arriving December 23, 1945. He had stopped in Detroit and bought the part we needed for the car so we were able to use it again.
The family that lived just west of us were very poor. They wore torn and dirty clothes, their hair was long and shaggy and they very seldom took baths. Dad had learned to cut hair so he offered the cut their hair if they would take a bath and wash their hair. They were glad to accept so they became much cleaner when they needed a hair cut.
My Grandfather Victor Iverson died January 3, 1946. While he was at work a clothing store in St. George he began to feel ill. He left work early in the afternoon to walk home. He couldn't walk so some one took him home. He died of shortly after getting home.
We went to St. George for the funeral. The roads in Idaho were snow covered and the driving was hazardous. We had a hard time going up King Hill. Many cars were stuck in the snow. A bus carrying servicemen was stuck. The soldiers got out and helped the rest of us get up the hill. Then they and the other men pushed the bus up.
I started school at Homedale Elementary in the fall of 1946. I remember posing for a picture on the east side of the house just before I left for my first day of school. The school was three blocks west of our house. It was housed in a very old, large square, brick building that appeared to be a permanent vandalized state. There were also three or four newer wooden buildings each of which housed a class. Across the street to the west was the junior high school.
About three weeks after school started I became ill and had to stay home for 17 days. I remember vomiting tomatoes on my desk and the teacher frantically moving all of the other students out of the room. She called Mom who took me home. Mom says that this is the time I developed the heart murmur that continued to plague me until I was a teenager. In my early teens I was not allowed to play sports in school because of the condition.
I played marbles a lot while in elementary school. We would make a circle in the dirt then each of those who wanted to play would put the same number of marbles inside it. We would shoot a marble at the ones inside the circle. Each player would keep the marbles he knocked outside the circle and he would keep shooting until he missed. There was a great advantage to shoot first. We would "lag" to determine the shooting order. To lag we drew a line in the dirt then each person playing would roll their marble toward the line. The one whose marble was closest would go first and so on to the last.
My parents, Uncle Moroni (Mac) Waite, and his wife June bought some land about two miles south of Homedale on Highway 95. They divided the land with my parents taking the largest piece. We built a basement house on our land and Uncle Mac and Aunt June built a small house on theirs. Each family also built a barn and corrals to keep cows in. We moved into the basement on November 7, 1946.
We had a small hay field next to the highway. To get to our house we had to travel up a graveled road that ran east and west on the north side of the field. The road ran between the field and a drain ditch. A labor camp was on the other side of the drain ditch. The road crossed the drain ditch where it north and south. Uncle Mac's barn and corrals were next to the road where it crossed the drain ditch.
The road continued around our house and up s small hill where it turned south. The Watterson family lived on the road after it turned south. They had two boys named Billy and Freddy and two girls. We spent a lot of time playing with them.
My Grandfather Waite died July 9, 1948. My mother was pregnant with her forth child then so my father was the only family member who went to the funeral. He traveled to Bunkerville with his brother, Uncle Lee. My sister Pat was born December 15, 1958. My mother thought she was the best thing in the house.
A drain ditch ran along the north and east part of our property. We pumped water from the ditch to irrigate our fields. Each time we started the pump we had to prime it by pouring water into it. One morning after I had primed the pump I climbed out of the ditch to change the water in the hay field. We had a barbed wire fence at the top of the ditch bank. I couldn't see the wire because the sun was shining in my eyes and I ran into to it. A barb on the wire cut my right eyebrow. I still have the scar from the cut.
My brothers and I had a small, red Radio Flyer wagon that we liked to ride in. I was riding in it down the drain ditch bank toward a culvert. I lost control and went into the ditch. It was deep enough that I went completely under water and spent some moments frantically trying to reach the surface. That scared my brothers and me and made my mother angry so I was more careful after that.
One ditch ran between our place and the labor camp. The banks were quite high because the dirt from the ditch was piled there. Many times we climbed the bank on our side and looked over into the labor camp. Sometimes all of the people in the camp were men who had come from Mexico to work on the farms. Sometimes they brought their families with them. We played with the kids from the camp and sometimes we had altercations with them. Some of the disagreements resulted in rock fights where we would hurl stones at each other over the ditch banks
I got my first horse while living in the basement. His name was Prince and he was a three year old bay. One day I rode him on the highway and he became frightened. He jumped so much that I fell off and hurt my arm. I was never able to control him after that so my father sold him.
I bought another horse when I was 13. It was a strawberry roan mustang mare named Gypsy. She had a long broom tail and was very bossy. She was raised on the McKenzie ranch in the Owyhee Mountains south of Homedale. We used her to ride mountain trails. She felt that she always had to be first when we were trail riding or hunting.
I bought another mare called Babe, two saddles and a bridle. My father bought a well built bay gelding called Nipper and gave him to Gary. I traded Babe and a saddle to Gary for Nipper. I rode him more than I did Gypsy. More than once my brother, Gary and I rode Gypsy and Nipper into the hills south of our place to camp. We thought we were almost mountain men.
East of the highway was a sheep camp owned by Johnny Quintana. It consisted of large pens for the sheep, a ram-shackled cook house and a bunk house. I worked there a few times helping with the sheep. During the summer the camp was deserted because the sheep had been taken to the mountain pastures. Gary and I liked to ride our horses through the camp, chasing each other between the pens and the buildings. Once he ran into a wire that was stretched across a lane. It hit the top of his head and knocked him from his horse.
My cousin Eldon Leavitt lived on the farm just west of us. There were a lot of boys in their family so my brothers and I spent a lot of time there. Later in high school Eldon and I worked for my father. We spent much of our free time exploring the sagebrush desert south of Homedale.
My parents were hunters. They hunted for the meat. Much of the meat we ate was venison. They would make some of it into jerky and pepperoni. I went with them on the hunt before I was old enough to have a hunting license. I got my first hunting license when I was twelve and hunted every year after that until I left for my mission. We always took our horses and were able to hunt a large area. We used the same camp and saw the same hunters each year. The hunting was very good.
We usually had two or three milk cows. We had to milk them by hand. I spent a lot of time each day in the barn cursing cows. We sold most of the milk. We shipped the milk to the processing plant in 10 gallon cans. Each morning the milk man would take the full cans and leave the empty ones from the previous day. If we didn't keep the milk clean or if it spoiled they would dye it pink and return it.
We also raised chickens, rabbits and steers for meat. We kept the rabbits in a "hutch", a small shed with layers of cages along the sides. Each cage had a wire bottom to let the refuse fall through and below the cage was a metal sheet that could be removed to empty the trash.
Cleaning the rabbits pens was bad but nothing was as distasteful as cleaning the chicken coop. The smell was terrible, the floor filthy and feathers were there to be breathed. The chickens were never very happy about it either, especially the roosters who didn't want us to invade their domain.
We had a yard light on a high pole near the barn and another one near the house. The path from the house to the barn went through the garden and was long enough that neither light shone on the garden area. After I finished my outdoor chores in the night I would run from the barn to the house. I must admit that sometimes my imagination created wild bulls along the path among the bushes and I had a hard time turning to face the bull and opening the door to the house at the same time.
My father loved to raise vegetables and fruits. We had a berry patch with blackberries, rasp berries and strawberries, some fruits trees and a large garden. We irrigated with water we pumped from the drain ditch by running the water down furrows between the plants.
There weren't many members of the church in Homedale. Our ward was very small. When we arrived first arrived we met in an old white building with one large room, a small stage and two small rooms in the back. I spent a lot of time in that building while I was in Primary. We had Primary after school. I remember going through each of the classes there. I gave my first talk there.
As we progressed through Primary we received emblems to show that we had accomplished certain tasks. The emblems were pinned to a bandelo that we wore to primary functions. When I was a Blazer Sister Frank, our teacher, helped each of us make a treasure chest just before we graduated from Primary. Her husband who was a carpenter cut out the wood for us and she helped us put it together and decorate it. I still have mine.
In the spring of 1955 while I was in the ninth grade we sold our basement house to my Uncle Denzel and bought a farm on the north side of the river in an area called Fargo. We had to do a lot of repair on the farm house. My mother worked long and hard to make it nice. I always felt a little ashamed of it when my friends came to visit me.
The place had a large yard where my mother planted flowers. There were also a large barn, a granary, corrals and an old unused silo. We raised calves to sell and for meat and had one milk cow for our personal use. We also kept chickens and ducks. Some of the chickens were Banties, a small feisty breed. The Banties roamed free so they could feed on insects in the garden. The ducks spent a lot of time in the canal that went along the west side of the house. We had two tractors, a small four wheeled Ford and a John Deere that we used to work the fields.
We had two prune orchards on the farm. We used the Ford tractor in the orchards so we could maneuver between the trees. Sometimes we had to use smudge pots (very environmentally friendly) in the early spring to keep the prune blossoms from freezing. We would spray insecticide (also environmentally friendly especially the DDT) on the trees in the spring. Some of the insecticide was powder and some liquid. We usually sprayed at night when there wasn't much wind. I am amazed that none of us became very ill with the spray that got on us.
We mowed the grass and weeds between the rows of trees four or five times in the summer. In September we harvested the prunes. A picking crew, usually men from Mexico came each year. Some of them came year after year. When the men filled their bags with prunes they dumped them in a box built especially for transporting fruit from the orchard to the packing shed. We removed the stock racks from our truck and used it to pick up the boxes and haul them to the shed.
We also had three fields that we rotated hay, potatoes and corn in. Each year I was involved in preparing the fields, planting, irrigating and harvesting the crops.
When we bought it there was a good market for prunes, but within two years we had a hard time selling them. My parents removed the orchards in 1961 and planted the fields in hay.
My family liked to fish. In the spring we fished Flint Creek, Jordan Creek and Cow Creek in the Owyhee Mountains. In the summer when the water was low enough we went north of Boise to places like Payette Lakes, Lost Lake, Goose Lake, Rabbit Creek and the Payette River.
Nellie Radenbaugh was one of my favorite teachers in high school. She taught language arts. In my very small school that meant she could teach anything from English to History to Economics. I liked her because of her wit and ability to tell stories. She was very old and was probably past retirement age. She and a friend toured England during the summer of 1955 and sent this postcard to me.
I bought a boat with a 50 horsepower motor on it. We used it to fish the reservoirs and lakes. Deer Flat (Lake Lowell) near Caldwell was our favorite place to catch catfish. We also liked to troll for trout on the Duck Valley Indian Reservation and Deadwood Reservoir.
In 1956 I bought a black and white 1951 Chevrolet Hardtop Coup. It was a great feeling to drive it home from Caldwell and enjoys its comforts. My cousin Eldon and I drove it to Bunkerville one summer to visit our relatives. We had a great time and felt the freedom that comes from being by ourselves and traveling. We visited with my Grandma Waite and enjoyed listening to her ideas about the world. She died later that year. I used the car until I graduated from high school.
There were usually five or six kids in my grade in school who were members of the church. My father served as the ward clerk more than once. He liked keeping records so he was well suited for the job. When I was about 16 the first missionary from our ward left. After that we sent out quite a few.
In school I usually got good grades but I was bored with it. I worked for my father all summer and at nights and on Saturday when school was in session so it seemed that I was always working. I decided to quit school and work full time for my father. I quit at the end of the first semester of my sophomore year. However I decided that I would rather earn my money with my mind instead of my body so I resumed school the next year. I was able to play football and run in track the final two years of school.
I graduated from high school in 1959 a year after the other members of my class. On the afternoon of my last day of high school I and some of my friends went boating on the Snake River and later at Lake Lowell. While we were at the lake one of my friends swam to a piling about 75 yards from the shore. He swam back about to another piling about 40 yards out then he and two others swam toward the far piling. He swam about 10 yards, went under the water and never came up.
I made arrangements to attend Rick College in Rexburg, Idaho. That summer I moved to Rexburg and got a job working at Ricks on a painting crew. The first night in Rexburg I stayed in a motel on the southwest side of town. While I was asleep the ground began to shake and I was ejected from my bed. The shaking stopped and I went back to sleep. The next morning I learned that the shaking was caused by an earthquake in Yellowstone.
I painted the outside trim on the administration building. I had to use a high scaffold to reach the top part of the building. The scaffold was very heavy and I was supposed to have help to move it. Teddy Davenport, another man from Homedale was supposed to help me. I needed to move the scaffold around the corner of the building. I waited for Ted but he never came. I looked for him but didn't find him. I was told to move it by myself, so I did. I did well until I got it to the second position on the other side then it fell as I moved it. The crash was resounding, the effects heard all over campus, the windows to the president's office were broken. Thankfully he was gone for the day and before he returned the windows were replaced.
I and five of my friends from Homedale attended Ricks the fall of 1959. The first semester we all roomed together in the basement of a house just across West Second Street north of the old gymnasium.
I first met Ruth Blacker about the middle of November. One Sunday my roommates and I were in our seats in the Kirkham Auditorium waiting for Sacrament Meeting to begin when I noticed Ruth and some of her roommates move into the seats about five rows in front of us. Later my roommates and I were invited to a dinner to an apartment that she shared with five other girls.
I enjoyed talking to her so a few days later I asked her for a date. She said yes so in the afternoon we went duck hunting with Ted Davenport and his date. I wasn't really interested in the hunting so we didn't get any ducks. That night Ruth and I went to South Pacific at the Romance Theater.
We continued to date and by Christmas I felt that I was in love with her. After the Christmas break we resumed our courtship.
Some of of my roommates and I moved to another place the second semester. We lived in the basement of a house on the corner of East Main and Second Street East.
By spring Ruth and I had decided to marry. She had earned an Associate Degree in Elementary Education and by the end of the second semester had a contract to teach in Rupert We planned that I would serve a mission and she would teach school while she waited for me.
When school was finished my parents came to Rexburg to take Ruth and me home. We traveled around to see some sites in the area. We visited the sand dunes near Rexburg and Island Park. We saw Quake Lake in Montana that was created by the earthquake.
We traveled to Rupert, left Ruth there and I went home to prepare for a mission. I was interviewed by Bishop Bergeson and then he took me to Salt Lake so I could be interviewed by a General Authority. I was interviewed by Gordon B. Hinkley and when he asked where I would like to serve I told him Australia. I received my call to the Southern Australia Mission in October and was to be in the mission home in Salt Lake December 5, 1960.
I received a letter dated November 15, 1960 informing me that the Australian Government had set a quota on the number of missionaries that could serve there and that my assignment had been changed to the North British Mission. At first I was disappointed but as I thought about England I became excited to go.
Ruth came to my farewell on November 27, 1960. My parents also had an early birthday party for me. I rode the bus from Caldwell to Salt Lake and got to the mission home late about 6:30pm on Sunday, December 4. It was snowing as I arrived. There were 12 of us going to the North British Mission and almost all of us had been transferred from the Southern Australian Mission.
My mission training began Monday December 5th and lasted until December 11th. My companion in the Mission Home was Elder Paul Byington. I had known him slightly at Ricks. On December 7, Elder LeGrande Richards set me apart as a missionary. I was endowed December 9th in the Salt Lake Temple. My mother and her brother, Uncle Archie spent December 12th with with me. I and the other Elders bound for the North British left Salt Lake on a Western Airlines DC7 at 1:30am on December 13th. We arrived in Denver at 3:30am local time, changed planes and went from there to Chicago and then to New York, arriving there 3:55pm local time.
When the plane was ready to land at Idlewild Airport in New York it had to circle out over the bay. There was a storm and it was cold and very windy. As I looked down on the ocean waves I could see that I would drown quickly if I fell into it. The wind caused the plane to feel "turbulence", a new term to me. I had flown in a small plane over the mountains of Idaho when I worked for the forest service and the rides were quite bumpy. However this was different, somehow seeing a mountain below was less intimidating than all of that water.
However we landed safely and waited for our flight on BOAC to London. We were supposed to leave at 8:00pm for Manchester but the flight was canceled because of bad weather and our schedule was changed to leave at 6:00am the next morning December 14th for London then from there to Manchester. However the plane going to London needed a new engine installed so we had to stay in New York another day.
BOAC lodged us in a hotel and we spent the 14th seeing some of New York. We finally left for London at 1:00am on the 15th. We couldn't land in London because of bad weather so we continued on to Manchester. However the weather in Manchester was bad so we landed at Prestwick airport near Glasgow, Scotland. In Prestwick we waited until the weather in Manchester cleared and then flew back to Manchester in an old, somewhat shabby, very small, propeller driven plane. Because of the weather we had to fly very low so I saw Scotland and Northern England from just above the tree tops, well maybe a little higher.
There were two missions in the British Isles, the British and the North British. The North British Mission home was located at 118 Park Road, Hale Cheshire. My mission president was Bernard Brockbank. I stayed there for one night and the next morning we took a train to Retford then a chartered bus to London to attend the temple. When we got back to Manchester I traveled by train to my first area in Carlisle, Cumbria on December 19th. My mission was divided into districts and Carlisle was in the Lake District which had just been opened. My companion was Elder George Mote from Grants Pass, Oregon. We lived at 80 Warnell Road in Carlisle.
I had to learn a lot of new things besides missionary work. It was hard to understand the people even though they spoke English. The climate was wet and even though the countryside was beautiful the wetness caused many of the buildings to smell musty. The money system of course was based on pence (penny) shillings (12 pence) and pounds (£). The exchange rate was $2.80 for each pound.
The change in altitude from Idaho to England effected me. For the first few days I was very tired. Gradually I got used the elevation and was able to breath better. We tracted a lot but without much luck. We had a small struggling branch of the church there. The branch president and his wife were good to us.
About this time the missions were divided in the British, Central British, North British and Scottish-Irish. I was in the area that remained a part of the North British. President Brockbank moved to the Scottish-Irish mission and our new president was Grant Thorn from Springville, Utah.
There had been no missionaries in Carlisle for a long time because the people weren't very receptive. Elder Mote and I didn't find anyone to teach so in January 1961 we left Carlisle. Elder Mote went to Barrow-in-Furness with another Elder. My new area was Kendal. I arrived there on January 30th. My companion was Elder William Callister and we were the first missionaries there for many years.
We had a hard time finding digs (a place to stay) in Kendal so we had to stay in a hotel for a few days. Kendal was a small, pretty town in the heart of the Lake District but it was hard doing missionary work there. We had rocks thrown at us and faced many rejections. We were there for only a month then we were both transferred.
I was transferred to 12 Arnside Road, Southport a resort town on the west coast. My new companion was Elder Wilford Daynes from Salt Lake City. The work in Southport went better than in Carlisle or Kendal. We baptized four people while I was there. I was in Southport from March 5th to April 5th then I was transferred to the mission home to work in the publications department with Elder Monte Brough. We spent a lot of time traveling around the mission creating a district mission program using local people as missionaries. I had the opportunity to speak in most of the branches in the mission.
The missions in the UK and France were grouped together and called the Western European Missions. N. Eldon Tanner was the president of the group and was based in London. He came to tour our mission. Elder Brough and I were assigned to go with him and President Thorn. We went to every area in the mission and met with each group of missionaries. I served in the mission home until May 31, 1961.
My new assignment was in the Newcastle District and my digs were at 47 Westoe Road, South Shields on the east coast. My new companion was Elder Gerald Guymon from Provo. Our mission had a girls softball program. We taught the girls how to play then each district held a tournament then there was a mission tournament in Manchester. Our branch had a large number of active girls so we had a good team. They won the district tournament.