Glen Pehr Lofgreen

Autobiography

I am Glen Pehr Lofgreen and I am starting this writing 21 March 1983. I was born September 28, 1919 in St. David, Cochise County, Arizona. My father is Edward Theodore Lofgreen and my mother is Rebecca Pederson. I, like Nephi, was born of goodly parents, who I loved and still love dearly, even though both my parents have departed this estate and have returned to the spirit world from whence they came. I'm not going to repeat here my parents' genealogy, because that information is in our family Book of Remembrance and all my children will have the family group sheets and pedigree charts. Hopefully, they will see to it that their children will also have them.

My parents were truly Scandinavian. My mother had Norwegian parents and my father was born of Swedish and Danish parents. I am one of eleven children of my father and mother. The order or their birth is something like this: (I don't always remember names and certainly not dates.) Thora, Gladys, Agnes, Harold, Ione, Vivian, Edith, Joe, Ola, Glen, and Ouida May. At this time Thora, Gladys, and Agnes have died and have gone on to join Mom and Dad and at the rate time flies by it won't be too long before the rest of us will be joining them.

I think I should tell how I came by my middle name of Pehr. My paternal Grandfather was named Peter Anderson Lofgreen and during the latter stages of his life he was unhappy because he hadn't a grandson named after him. My Mother was talking with someone while she was pregnant with me and she just happened to remark, "Can you imagine naming a baby, Peter?" Well, Grandfather overheard that comment and his feelings were hurt even more. When I came along, Mother still couldn't bring herself to name me "Peter" but she named me the Swedish equivalent of Peter which is "Pehr". That's how I got stuck with Glen 'Pehr' Lofgreen.

I have a unique situation in my family in that I have brothers and sisters who are not related to each other. To explain, before my Mother married my Father she was previously married and had two sons by that marriage, their names are Basil and Cecil Smith. After my Mother's first husband died, she married my Father and as I have stated, eleven children were born to that union and I am one of those eleven. Then my Mother passed away and Father married Dyantha Barney. Six children were born to them and they are Von, Dale, Leon, Dyan, Retha, and Theo. Although I am a brother to Basil and Cecil Smith and a brother to the six just named, Basil and Cecil are not related to the last six. But even though they are not blood relatives, all nineteen of us are sealed to Dad with thirteen sealed to Dad and Mom and six sealed to Dad and Dyantha.

The house in which I was born later became the Mack Scranton home and then the Johnny Grice home. It was at this home I had an embarrassing experience one Halloween As I remember, it was the three boys, Lloyd Miller, Max Sadler and I. We were walking along trying to think of a trick we could play on someone. As we came to the Scranton home we decided we would take the front gate off its hinges and put it on his front porch. Then when he came out in the morning he would find his front gate on his porch rather than where it is normally. I don't remember how I got selected to be the one to do the dirty work but I guess it was my turn or may have been merely that two votes can win over one vote when there is a total of only three. So I took the gate off and was on my way to the porch when here came Mr. Scranton out his front door! I don't know what he thought but I knew he had a hot temper. I think he was so surprised to catch the culprit in the act that he did not know what to say. He merely said in a normal tone of voice, "What are you doing?" I told him that I had seen his gate on his front porch and thought rather than play a trick on anyone this Halloween I was going to do a good turn, so I was returning his gate to its proper place. He must have been too surprised to notice that I was headed the wrong direction to do what I had told him. He said nothing and I quickly put the gate back on its hinges and left. Mr. Scranton never said anything about the incident. I'm not sure he recognized me in the darkness. I never said anything about it either but I never forgot it.

At this stage in my life I look back and can sincerely say that life has been good to me. I love life. Now that doesn't mean that I'm afraid of death, because I'm not. In fact I sort of look forward with some anticipation to find-ing out what it will be like in the next estate and seeing my Dad and Mom again and the others who have gone before me. Even though I said I don't dread death, and I really don't, yet I love being alive. I like this world that we live in. I have enjoyed myself and intend to enjoy the rest of the time I have left. I consider my wife and my children, my family, my choicest possessions. My wife's name is June McRae, and you'll learn how we got together a little bit later. My children in order of birth are Gay, Carli, Kjersti, Denise, Lani, Larry Allen, and Laurie (Larry is four minutes older than his sister Laurie). It is difficult for me to put into words how I feel about my family. I can say I love them, and that's true - I do. But that doesn't seem to convey enough of how I feel. So I would like to paraphrase a little from the Book of Mormon. You remember when the Savior visited this continent and when he taught the people and asked that the little children be brought to him; the event was so great and so moving that it was impossible to describe. The words that were said were something like this,"No tongue can speak, neither can they be written, by any man, neither can the hearts of men conceive--how great is my love for my children." (Italics added) I just hope that I can live worthy of being called their Dad in the next estate. I also love the Lord and someday I hope to be worthy to see Him and His Son, Jesus Christ. I'm sure that my Father in Heaven and His Son, Jesus Christ, have a great love for me, because I can feel a little of the spark of that love when I think about my own children. Before you get to thinking I'm a pious, self-righteous person, you should know that I often find it difficult to do what I should. For example, I hate to go home teaching, and I find it a real trial to fulfill that responsibility. When I first started writing this I wrote in my notes that I hated to go to Sunday School. Those were the days when Sunday School was a full two-hour meeting; opening exercises with opening song, prayer, two 2 1/2 minute talks, practice song, sacrament gem, sacrament, then to classes. Following classes we reassembled for a closing song and prayer. Sunday School was not my favorite meeting. Now with the consolidated schedule, class is the main item and if you have a good teacher like June, it is worthwhile. I usually enjoy Priesthood Meeting and Sacrament Meeting and since those two are the two most important meetings I find Sunday meetings are enjoyable. Now if Sunday School were the most important meeting I think I may have some difficulty with that.

Before I start rambling about my childhood I would like you to know a little bit about what kind of an individual I am - my likes and dislikes, my wishes and desires, what I feel, what I think, the things which motivate me, the things which turn me off, the things I'd just as soon do without, and etc. Once you know about me, my personal history will mean a little bit more to you. Also after you learn about me you can determine whether you want to stop reading.

I have no trouble obeying the common laws and commandments of the gospel like tithing, the law of the fast, the word of wisdom, chastity, sabbath day meetings, etc. I do have trouble doing some of the other things that some will call the "weightier" matters, like visiting the inactive, the sick, doing missionary work (telling friends and acquaintances about the gospel). I guess all of these things tell you I'm not a very social person. In fact I don't care to be with people who would just as soon I'd be somewhere else. If I don't make the Celestial Kingdom it will be because I don't get my home teaching done, I fail in my missionary responsibility, I don't visit the sick and the poor. As you can see my difficulty lies in the "social" duties. Important, yes; but difficult for me.

These things bring me to the next thing about my makeup. I don't like big cities, big crowds, freeways, traffic; I guess really, I'm just a country boy. I enjoy living and being where the air is clean, the country unspoiled, and where I can often be alone. June and some of my children say I would be a hermit if it were not for my family. Maybe there's some truth in that but, I do like to be alone very often But I do like to have friends and I have had a few good friends, but I'll admit those real good friends have not been very many. I can't stand people who are not genuine. I feel like a person's word is his contract and I detest those who lie and cheat. I would love to live in a time and in a place where a person can always leave his keys in his car and always leave his home unlocked. Someday and somewhere that will be possible.

Closely related to my love for country life is my love for animals. I have always enjoyed being around animals and I even sometimes think there is a little understanding between them and me. I suppose that's because my mentality is closer to theirs than to man's. This part of my makeup explains why I'm in the profession I'm in; and you'll read a little more about this when we come to my college days. I love sports. I've been active in football, basketabll, baseball, tennis, bowling all of my life. Only my old age and bad back have sidelined me. I don't care much for heavy reading, and this accounts for another one of my difficulties - reading the scriptures. I'm doing better but not good enough. I love music, especially the light melodious kind. I have at times, even enjoyed classical music, but that doesn't happen very often. I enjoy what I call true western music, I guess most people would call it cowboy music but I don't care much for most of the stuff recorded under the name of country. I also enjoy the music of the big band era - I guess my favorite big band is the Glenn Miller Orchestra. Although I have no real hobbies, I used to enjoy drawing but haven't done much for a long time. I also enjoy "girl watching" and closely related to this is my feeling about good women. I think good women stand next to the angels. I would hope that the good women of this world would not degrade themselves by wanting to be treated like men. Men and Women are meant to be different and I can't see how in the world a man can love a woman who acts like a man. I've always enjoyed things being tidy, orderly and neat. That is one of the things I admire about June - the way she has always kept our home. Although sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't be better to have a home that is a little less clean and orderly to be able to have a wife who is not so over-worked it affects her health. I've always enjoyed eating. My size is a testimony to that. I am a challenge to June, however, since my favorite foods are meat, potatoes and gravy with a little corn and peas thrown in. I'm not much for broccoli, squash (zucchini), egg plant, okra, tomatos, raisin pie, carrot cake, rhubarb, spinach and other things of this nature. But June's a good cook and sometimes she can even make those things taste reasonably good. Lastly I suppose my feelings about my life can be summed up by quoting an unknown author, "I have lived simply, I have laughed frequently, and I have loved deeply." What more can I ask? I guess that's enough about Glen, the person.

Now let's get back to my childhood. As I remember, I was a happy child. I can remember that we were very poor. I don't remember having many of the material things, but I do have very many fond memories of my growing up years in St. David. My earliest memories of my childhood are of the days when we lived on the old "Merrill place." For those of you familiar with St. David it was about a half mile west of the church and across the road from the Heber Goodman place. I can remember the old barn where we kids played in and on the hay; the granary where we stored the grain; the apple orchard to the west of the house; and the fields beyond where Dad would let me ride the horse while he was plowing. I can remember being up on the hay wagon tramping the hay down when the men would pitch it up onto the wagon, and how sometimes when I wasn't looking they would pitch it on top of me. I can also remember that Dad taught school at that time, as well as trying to farm. As I look back on it now through the eyes of an adult I wonder how he found time to do both. I'm sure the farming didn't make much money but I am so thankful for this rural background that I had and the fond memories I have of it. I'm sure it influenced my life a great deal. My two most vivid childhood memories are related to that Merrill place. The first one occurred in the apple orchard. I don't remember too much about it nor how many of my brothers and sisters were there nor how many of their playmates were there. I was too young to remember all the details. There was this favorite "climbing tree" out in the orchard where the kids would spend many an hour climbing and playing make-believe and other games kids play. I hadn't yet learned to climb the tree so I had to spend my time down on the ground and look up at the kids in the tree and long for the day when I could be up there too. It seems that the older children, not realizing what effect this would have on me, saw a dog in the field outside of the orchard and cried out, "Look at the wolf!" I can remember looking where they were ponting and I can still see in my mind the largest, most ferocious, man-eating wolf that ever walked the face of the earth. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, chills went throughout my whole body and I climbed that tree; not only did I climb it but I went higher than any of the rest of the kids. If that wolf got us he'd have to get the rest of them before he got me and I hoped by the time he got to me he wouldn't be hungry anymore. I was sure I had saved myself from that wolf. I don't think anyone could have a more vivid demonstration of the power of motivation upon physical performance. I can remember the other kids afterward telling me it wasn't a wolf, it was just a dog, but nothing they could say would convince me that it was a dog.

The other vivid memory I have of that time in my life was being chased by a "mean" turkey gobbler. This gobbler seemed to have a special hate for little kids. If a child went into that barnyard without being accompanied by an adult that gobbler would immediately take after him, wings flapping and making a most awful noise. I was scared to death of that critter and to tell you the truth, that was one animal I was not sorry to see go.

Although I don't remember the incident very well - in fact I don't remember it at all, that was to brand me with a nickname. I am sure it really happened because I have had to put up with the nickname to this day. My cousin, Floyd Pederson from Bisbee, was visiting us while we were still living at the Merrill place. Since our stove for cooking in the kitchen and the one for heating in the living room both burned wood there were a lot of ashes to take out and there was a good sized pile of ashes in the back yard. Mixed in with these ashes was plenty of black charcoal. I'm told that Floyd went out in the back yard and I was sitting in the pile of ashes taking handsfull and dumping them on top of my head, then rubbing my black hands on my face. Thus Floyd dubbed me "Rastus", a name which replaced "Glen" in the vocabularies of my sisters, and which I hear even today when I'm in their presence. I wonder if it will stick with me in the next estate.

During my early childhood, and I can remember some of these instances. I learned one of my Dad's treatments for the croup, which is just another name for a bad cold. I can remember waking up at night with these horrible coughing spells and Dad would feed me a teaspoon full of sugar soaked with kerosene - if that wasn't something! He said it cut the phlegm. I don't know if it did but it seemed to stop the coughing and I'm still alive so I guess he was right.

I can also remember another of Dad's medical remedies (that's what he called it). He kept an old pipe and some smoking tobacco which he would use when any of us had an ear ache. He would light up the pipe, get his mouth full of smoke and blow it gently into the affected ear. He said the warm smoke helped to dull the ache. It may have but I think it was primarily that he liked to administer the treatment. (I don't think I ever said that in his presence.)

I don't remember when we moved from the Merrill place, the time nor the details of the move but what I remember is that the rest of my childhood and my teenage years were spent in this home where we moved. We moved to a home just across the highway from the St. David Schools, just east of the Mattesons and just west of where the irrigation ditch ran under the road and the baseball field. This place is what I remember as "home" with all that word means to me. This is where I remember Christmas, fourth and twenty-fourth of July celebrations, birthdays, Mom accompanying on the piano while Dad sang his funny songs, like "My nose stuck out a feet" and "I had but fifty cents"; "A grasshopper sat on a sweet potato vine"; and a bunch of others I can't recall at the moment. It was here I remember Dad's harmonica playing. It was here I remember getting dressed in the mornings behind the potbellied heater in the living room. It was here I remember my sisters singing and playing piano duets. It was here I lived through my school experiences and their happy and sad memories (at least I thought some of them were sad, at least they seemed sad at the time). It was here both my mother and father died. It was here my Dad married Dyantha Barney and raised another family of six children; four boys and two girls. It was from here I went into the Army in World War II and it was to this home I returned after being discharged from the Army.

But I'm going too fast. I better get back to some more details. As mentioned, the move to what became "Home" also brought into my life one of my best friends, Earl Matteson, Jr., who was to remain my good buddy for many, many years to come. To me he was always "Junior". Junior was an only child and thus had many of the advantages of an only child but, I'm sure, many of the disadvantages of an only child. I hope and believe I supplied good companionship during these years. With me Junior was completely unselfish. I remamber playing with him and his Lionel Electric Train and other toys. When he became old enough, Junior had good "wheels." I particularly remember a Ford V-8 Coupe, a great car. Then later a 1941 Buick Coupe. That car was the reason I fell in love with Buicks. Since my marriage to June we have owned an old 1942 Buick, a 1948 Buick Roadmaster, a new 1950 Buick Special, that we picked up in Flint, Michigan and drove to New York, then back home to California. We drove that car until it wore out. We at present own a 1986 Buick Park Avenue. We bought it new and have put over a hundred thousand miles on it. Before the Park Avenue we had a 1984 Oldsmobile Toronodo, a great car! I've gotten ahead of my story but Junior's 1941 Buick reminded me of the Buicks we have driven.

My other good friends at this time were Max Sadler who lived over at Curtis, the home of Apache Powder Company where Mr. Sadler worked, and my cousin, Lloyd Miller, Jr. Even though he was a Junior we never called him Junior. Some people referred to the father as Big Lloyd and the son as Little Lloyd. To me he was always just Lloyd. Max, Lloyd and I spent many hours together. We hiked, we rode horses, we played, we swam and all the other things that young boys do when growing up. There are many things about my childhood years which were important but many I have forgotten. I remember vividly the day I was baptized. It was on my eighth birthday, 28 September 1927. My father baptized me in a cement irrigation tank on Byron Merrill's place. By the way Byron Merrill had a son George, who was my age. I liked George but we were not the pals like the others I have mentioned. I also remember going to Primary, Sunday School and Sacrament Meeting. I remember graduating from Primary and being ordained a Deacon. Then I remember going to Priesthood Meeting. I enjoyed being a Deacon and passing the Sacrament. I also enjoyed very much the trips to the Temple the deacons took to be baptized for the dead. Of course, I went to M.I.A. and became a scout. Scouting never really took hold of me like it does some. Maybe it was the other way around - that I never really took hold of scouting like some do. I enjoyed the camp-outs etc., but not many of the other things. Even though I was only mildly interested in scouting I did go through the ranks of Tenderfoot, Second Class, First Class and earned enough merit badges to became a Star Scout and almost enough to become a Life Scout. But that's as far as I went.

I don't think I should go on any more about my childhood because I think you might quit reading, and then you'd miss my teenage years - and who wants to miss that?

The first big event as a teenager was entering St. David High School, which I did as a Freshman in the fall of 1933. My high school years were full of so many great experiences, I don't even know where to start. What to tell and what to leave out. I guess the thing I should do is deal in generalities and mention a few of the things in which I was involved. I suggest that in many of these things you can fill in the details based of your own experiences. I loved high school, with its sports, plays, dances (yes, even dances), F.F.A. trips, pranks, friends, girls, and even studies. I enjoyed those four years so much I hated to see them come to an end. Of all the high school activities in which I was engaged I suspect that by now you would know I loved sports the most. I lettered four years in basketball and four years in baseball and participated in track and tennis (I lettered in tennis my senior year).Since we were a small school football was not initiated until I was a senior. This one year of high school football, however, was one of the great experiences I had and I wish it had been possible for me to play more. I found it almost as enjoyable as basketball. On offense I played quarterback and on defense I was safety and part of my assignment was to field punts. My main offensive assignment was mostly as a blocking back, and believe it or not I loved it. It was a thrill to knock a defensive back on his can to open the path for one of our backs. Max Sadler was right halfback, Sam Andrews was left half and Joe Blackwell was fullback. Sam Andrews was very fast and shifty, Max was the best passer and Joe was a typical full back. I had two plays on which I carried the ball. One was a quarterback sneak and the other was an option - take the ball as far as I could then pitch to Sam. I think that play scored most of our touchdowns. In the last game of the season I broke my nose when I got kicked in the face. Those were the days before face masks were worn on the helmets.

St. David was a basketball stronghold. The conference (or league) chanpionship in basketball was almost always won by St. David or Benson, towns just seven miles apart and bitter rivals. St. David, in addition to its league games, scheduled games with larger schools such as Tucson, Bisbee, Douglas and Nogales. In those days in Arizona there were only three classifications of schools for athletic purposes: Class A included the largest high schools, such as the ones I mentioned. Class B included the medium sized schools and Class C included the small schools like St. David, Benson, Tombstone, Wilcox and Patagonia. Two other schools we often played were Marana and the Arizona School for the Deaf. The year after I graduated, Benson was large enough to become a Class B school. In our games with the Class A or large schools we could usually hold our own and won about half of the time. I remember one year when we were playing in the Southern Arizona Tournment to determine who went to State. Benson won over Tucson and Douglas to reach the finals while St. David won over Nogales and Bisbee to reach the finals. Benson beat us in overtime by two points. We both went to State and Benson won State.

During these high school years my best friends continuted to be Max Sadler, Lloyd Miller and Junior Matteson. Girl friends during these four years were Maxine Sadler, Opal Trejo, Dorothy White, Doris White and last but tops on the list, Beatrice Trejo. I think I would say that Beatrice was my first love. At least I thought my heart would break when she went to school at Northern Arizona Univ. at Flagstaff and married Carl Rogers.

Although I can't remember all the student offices I held I do remember being Student Body President my junior year.

Each academic year the "Barr Cup" was awarded to the student earning the highest Grade Point Average. I won the cup my freshman, sophomore, and junior years. I lost it my senior year by 0.001 of a grade point to Theda Plumb. I guess I did too much playing around my senior year instead of studying. I was valedictorian of my graduating class and Theda Plumb was salutatorian. My favorite teachers in high school were my two coaches, Leo Mortensen the first three years and Gove Allen my senior year. I also liked my business teacher Nellie Arzsberger who later became Mrs. Spencer Merrill.

As a teenager during my high school years I don't remember going through the typical teenage rebellion that many of that age experience. I don't remember rebelling against my parents or against authority in general. Drugs, alcohol and tobacco were never a problem for me. I remember liking to be at home and felt loved and secure. Even after my mother died my Dad showed great love for me and encouraged me in every thing I tried to do that he thought was right. I don't really remember anything I wanted to do that Dad thought was wrong. (I take that back! One Sunday Junior and I took dates on an outing to the Chiricahua Mountains to the "Wonderland of Rocks." I remember when I told Dad I was going he said only, "You know better than that." I have to admit I didn't enjoy that outing as much as I would have if it had been on Saturday or some day other than Sunday.)

My father was quite a bit older than I since I came along next to last in that family of eleven children. Thus Dad and I didn't do many things together as pals, but I was always close to Dad and I sought his advice on my many problems. During the teenage years I remember being active in the Church and I advanced from Deacon to Teacher and to Priest. I enjoyed being a Priest and participating in the activities of this group. Even at this age, however, I could not bring myself to enjoy ward teaching (later to become home teaching). It seems from that very first assignment as a young teacher I was nearly always assigned to inactive families who would much rather I'd not be there when we would make our visits. (They were not alone, however, since I would also much rather not be there.)

As a young priest I remember being called to serve as secretary to the Y.M.M.I.A. of the St. David Ward. I do not recall much of that experience, but what I do vividly recall, it was at this time that I became fully aware that Satan existed, that his presence could be felt. He worked hard on me and I absolutely knew many times that either he or some of his evil spirits were present and I had to use my priesthood authority more than once to rebuke them. I gained the knowledge very early that Satan would try to gain control of a person but he could not if that person didn't want him to. But he's real and is a powerful influence.

I don't know how many of you felt like I did at this time when I was in high school. I wished that time could have stopped I enjoyed life so much. Yet we've all got to go on to more important things.

So graduation came in the spring of 1937 and the experiences of high school and that time in my life became just fond memories, but having had, I'm sure, a lasting influence on my life.

Prior to graduation from high school I had made up my mind that I wanted to go to college. Dad told me that he would like to see me go to school as long and as far as I desired but I had to know that he could not help me financially. I knew that he couldn't but he would have liked to if he could. He said, however, that I would get more out of it and it would mean more to me if I earned my own way, and I'm sure that is true. So I knew I'd have to find work to pay my way through college and perhaps borrow money when needed. I did both.

To pay registration and other expenses my first year I took the bus from St. David to Santa Ana, California. I worked in an orange juice canning plant, working a ten-hour shift at night and lived with my sister Edith, and her husband, Leo. In the fall of 1937 I entered the University of Arizona as a freshman. During the first semester of my freshman year I lived with my sister, Gladys, and her family. My children are going to laugh at this, but it's true. I walked twenty eight blocks each morning to go to class, then twenty eight blocks back in the evening. The only redeeming thing was that it didn't snow in Tucson, so I didn't have to walk barefooted through three feet of snow. During spare hours during the week and on Saturday I worked as an N.Y.A. (National Youth Administration) student in the Psychology Department doing odd jobs even though that was not my major. About mid semester I had saved enough money to buy a bicycle which saved a lot of time and shoe leather. When I entered the University of Arizona I had a desire to become a coach. I think that was a natural choice since I enjoyed sports so much and admiring my high school coaches the way I did. So I registered in the College of Liberal Arts in preparation for a transfer to the College of Education. Finding that I hated such things as history, humanities and psychology, it took me only one semester to find out that I really didn't want to be a coach and that my real love was in the field of Agriculture. Thus at mid year, I changed to the College of Agriculture with a major in Animal Husbandry. This choice I suppose goes back to my love of animals and my desire to be around them and work with them. Thus this deep feeling I had for a long time had a profound influence on my choice of a profession.

Gladys and Mel and their family moved from South twenty-second street way out to South Tucson where Mel would be closer to the Busby Meat Packing Plant (slaughter plant to most people). Since my bicycle was not speedy enough to get me from South Tucson to the University in a reasonable time I moved from Gladys and Mels place to another sister's home, Agnes and Leonard. I lived with them during the next semester.

I had hoped to go out for Freshman Football since I enjoyed football so much in high school but my work schedule and studies would not permit it. My high school coach, Gove Allen, kept encouraging me to go out for football saying, "You were the best blocking back St. David had and as good as many I have seen in college." I appreciated his comments and support, however, it was just impossible.

When it came time to change from football to basketball season my schedule was such that I could turn out for Freshman Basketball. I made the squad, although I didn't start most games because I was too small, I played a lot and made all their trips. It was during this time that I had a rather embarrassing incident happen to me. I went home one weekend and Dad cut my hair just like he had been doing all my life. When I returned and went to basketball practice, most of the guys looked at me more than usual, grinned and shook their heads. Then finally one of them, and I remember this very distinctly, Johnny Black said to me, "Where in hell did you get that haircut?" I didn't think it was so bad, after all I had been looking at it for about 20 years. Why would they think I looked strange? Needless to say, Dad never cut my hair again!

I was really happy when I got my first year of college under my belt. I was glad that was over. Coming from a small community and a small high school to the big city, college was one of the most traumatic experiences I had had to that time. In high school I was a big shot - at the University I was a nobody; it seemed that no one knew I was there, nor did they care. If it hadn't been for what people would think of me and say, and the encouragement of my Dad I would have quit and gone home during the first semester. I remember the first big blow to my ego was the results of my English entrance examination. I passed it by one point! Failure in this test means the person must take "bonehead English" officially known as English X. Thus I missed having to take that by one point. So that meant that I could register for English 1a, the normal first semester English course, I passed it "on condition" which meant that during the next semester I had to take the "condition" examination in English. Failure in that meant repeating English 1a. I passed it - again by one point. That meant I received a "D" in English 1a but didn't have to repeat it. So I continued in English 1b and made a "C" in it. I was happier to receive that C than any A I ever received, and there were quite a few of them. (I still can't spell nor construct sentences correctly.) After that first semester, which, to say the least, wasn't too good scholastically, I learned how to study and to take examinations. Additionally I was taking courses that I enjoyed.

Although I am not sure of the sequence of the summer jobs that I had to earn my education expenses, I will attempt to list them as accurately as I can. The summer following my first year at the U of A I remained in St. David and worked for Wanda Busby, my ex-scout master, who was building a home economics cottage on the high school campus. As I remember Lloyd Miller also worked on that job. The next year I lived with my Aunt Annie who was my Father's sister, and Uncle Font, who was my Mothers brother. My sister, Ola, was also staying there and working and she paid my rent that year. Since my major now was Animal Husbandry (later Animal Science) in the College of Agriculture, I began to enjoy my studies and my grades reflected it. The following summer Lloyd Miller and I rode freight trains from Tucson to Colton, California (near Los Angeles). From there we hitch-hiked to Marysville, California. Marysville is in the heart of the California peach growing area. We picked peaches all summer. It took me half the summer to learn how to pick enough peaches to make any money. They paid by the box. That is, the money a person was paid depended upon the number of boxes of peaches he picked. I earned some money but not much. After hitch-hiking and riding freight trains back home I had ten dollars left. Obviously, ten dollars was not going to pay my expenses to school, so I was unable to go during the school year 1939-40. So during that school year and during the summer of 1940 I worked in the Department of Human Nutrition Laboratory at the U of A - good experience - low pay. During that time I stayed at the home of Tressie Post, June's grandmother whose son, Ernest, and I were the same age. Of course, working full-time made it possible for me to pay my own rent and not have to sponge off anybody.

I was ordained an Elder 19 Mar 1939. During my years as a student at the University of Arizona I was active at the LDS Institute of Religion in Tucson, and worked there as a grounds keeper during one of my school years to help pay expenses. My girl friends during this time were Maxine Sadler, who was working in Tucson and Dorcile Webb who lived with her family in Tucson. Beatrice Trejo, whom I mentioned as my flame in my senior year in high school had gone to school at Northern Arizona University and had found another man with whom she fell in love and later married. After saving enough money to pay expenses I re-entered the University of Arizona for the fall semester of 1940. I moved to the University of Arizona Poultry Farm where I batched with four other fellows who were as poor as I was. I worked there to pay for my room. We became known as the "filthy five." I wonder why? At this time I was really enjoying my work at the University of Arizona and my non-academic activities as well.

Following the 1940-41 school year I remained in Tucson and worked for Carl Laramore, a building contractor, as a laborer and, at times, a carpenter's helper. During frequent trips home, I began dating rather regularly a pretty young girl from Pomerene, Laura Fenn, and I thought I was in love again.

Having earned enough money to keep my head above water I re-entered the U of A in the fall semester of 1941.

Well, then another thing came along. On 7 December 1941, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. I immediately withdrew from school to enter military service. Now began a very important time of my life, frustrating and discouraging, but a very important time. When I went into the Army recruiting office in Tucson to enlist in the Army, the recruiting officer said, "You're crazy, you should spend Christmas and New Years at home then come back and we'll enlist you." That sounded good to me so that's what I did.

After the holidays were over I returned to Tucson and reported to the Army recruitment office that I was ready to go. They told me there was one more thing I had to do and that was to get a release from the local draft board. I didn't think that would be a problem since the draft board was merely obtaining personnel for the armed services. How wrong could I be? I found the draft board and the services in competition with each other. When I asked for a release it was denied and I was told that the Draft Board needed me to meet their next month's quota. There were ways they could have accomplished my request but they refused to listen to reason. So I returned to St. David and waited until I was drafted after a month unnecessary delay.

I reported for the draft and was taken by bus to the Reception Center at Ft. Bliss in El Paso, Texas for processing and assignment. While I was there I spent my time taking the usual aptitude examinations, filled out forms, was issued GI clothes, then polished my shoes, got my hair cut, although I had it cut the week before in Tucson. Got shots and vaccinations and the rest of the usual things a new recruit goes through..

I was assigned to the Armored Force in Ft. Knox, Kentucky for basic training. I disliked every minute of basic training. It seemed those in charge, especially all kinds of sergeants, assumed each person knew nothing. I had studied military science and tactics for two years in the ROTC program at the U of A, but I was treated as if I knew nothing. It's true, I knew nothing about some things, but a good deal about other things. I would have liked to have had the opportunity to question the sergeants about various subjects. I think I could have found some items about which they knew nothing. When basic training was over I was assigned to the 757th Tank Bn (L-GHQ-Res)

in Riverside, California. The letters L-GHQ-Res. meant "Light-General Head Quarters-Reserve." While I was there I applied for and was accepted into OCS (Officers Candidate School). I was told that there would be a waiting period before being assigned to a school. So I was waiting again.

While I was waiting, one day I felt very ill with muscular and joint soreness and a slight fever. I reported for sick call and the doctor having the honors that day examined me, asked me a few questions and sent me back to duty. I was too ill to report to duty so stayed on the bed all day and reported again to sick call the next morning. The same doctor was on duty. I guess he determined that I really wasn't "gold bricking" so sent me to the Camp Hahn Hospital which was probably about 25 miles away. He told the driver who took me to wait and bring me back. I never saw the driver again. After examination it was determined I had rheumatic fever and was hospitalized. A short time later I was transferred to Hoff General Hospital, a military hospital in Santa Barbara, California. I was very ill for about three months then started to improve but never felt 100 percent well again for quite a while. After four and a half months I was given a Certified Disability Discharge and sent home rated 50 percent disabled. Needless to say, I arrived in St. David unhappy and discouraged. Nearly all of the men with whom I had gone to school were in some branch of the armed forces and I felt that is where I should be and I felt like a misfit. When I was among people who did not know my situation I would automatically be placed in one of two groups: draft dodger or mentally unfit. Shortly thereafter I received my Patriarchal Blessing from my Father. It was pointed out in this blessing that the Lord was mindful of me and that everything that had happened to me was for my best good. Now that was pretty hard to swallow. How could me getting rheumatic fever, being fifty percent disabled and being discharged from the army be for my best good? However, as time went by and I had a chance to ponder on the good things in my life, I became convinced that this promise in my blessing was literally true as partiacrhal blessings usually are. As I write how the conditions in my life came to fit together any serious minded reader cannot fail to see how all things had been for my good and how they continued to work in the same manner. The outfit to which I had been assigned while waiting for assignment to OCS trained in the California desert and was sent to Africa. Of course, I do not know what became of them. It was designated as a training battalion and I have no idea whether they continued in this duty or became a fighting unit in the African tank battles. I do not know if I would have survived those battles or not. Of course, I'll never know.

But as I convalesced at home and gradually grew stronger the Veterans Administration gradually decreased my level of disability until it reached ten percant. The opportunity came to me to be temporary custodian at the high school and I performed this job until I was ready to return to my schooling at the University of Arizona in the spring of 1942. (During the summer I went to Los Angeles and attended the University of Southern California taking a four unit course in bacteriology which I needed for graduation and it wasn't given at the University of Arizona that summer. I lived with my brother, Harold, and his wife Loree.) It was while performing the duties of custodian at the high school I found my true love who was to become my wife and the mother of my children. June McRae was a high school student and a very attractive young lady. During the noon hour I'd go to the flag pole in front of the high school where June, Garnet Trejo and Jean Sadler were eating their lunch. I'd try to talk them into sharing their lunch and I'd normally make a fool out of myself while my main wish was to make June look at me. (Why is it that young men usually have to make fools of themselves when they are trying to impress some young lady?) It wasn't very long before I started going to her home across the river to see her and eventually ask her for a date. I think most of you have heard this before but it was on our first date that she told me, "I like you but I'll never think enough of you to marry you." I might have had that idea in the back of my mind but I certainly had not mentioned it to her nor to any one else that I know of. She told me later that her folks told her that I was looking for a wife. I remember the first time I kissed her and she said, "Now see what you made me do!" Just as if it were all my doing. Having been in the military service I was able to have much of my schooling expenses paid by the "G.I. Bill of Rights." So the spring and fall semesters of 1942 and my final two semesters of the school year 1943-44, I was on the GI Bill and I lived at a home on Euclid Avenue just west of the U of A front gate and didn't have to sponge off my relatives any more, and where I lived was just a few blocks away from the women's dormitory where June lived and was very convenient.

My final year at the University of Arizona was really an enjoyable one. I didn't have many courses necessary to finish my graduation requirements. So I took a minimum of courses and took a job in the Soils Department as a chemist working on analyses of soils. With that job and the GI Bill I did very well and still had time to keep up with studies and do a little courting also.

June was now a freshman at the University of Arizona and lived in Maricopa Hall, a women's dormitory. So Maricopa Hall was a favorite visiting spot for me. I guess I spent too much time there because it wasn't too long before I was told to go date someone else! I got told that more than once. When I finally was convinced that she meant it, I agreed to go date someone else. And what do you know? That's not really what she wanted me to do after all. I knew I was in love with her and hoped that someday she would have that same kind of love for me. It happened but I don't know when unless it was that following summer after my graduation.

During my senior year I decided I wanted to go to Graduate School and work for an advanced degree in Animal Nutrition. So I applied at a number of universities and was offered graduate assistantships at both Cornell University at Ithaca, New York and Texas A.&M. University at College Station, Texas. I decided to take the Cornell Assistantship after talking with my major professor at Arizona. This was for the fall of 1944.

In the spring of 1944 I finally graduated from the University of Arizona with a Bachelor of Science Degree in Agriculture with a major in Animal Husbandry, seven years after I first entered as a freshman. After a rough start and almost to flunk out or quit, I graduated "with distinction" which means I was in the upper ten percent of the graduating class.

That summer, following graduation, I stayed in Tucson; and the fact that I had worked in the soils laboratory as a chemist, was of importance in my getting a position in the Arizona Feed and Ferlilizer Contol Laboratory as a chemist, which was also on the U of A campus. I worked in this position until it was time for me to leave for Cornell University that fall. June also worked in Tucson and stayed with her grandmother, Tressie Post. I don't know if June enjoyed that summer but I enjoyed it and I'm sure that was the time that we decided we wanted to be with each other for time and eternity. I was in love with June then, but little did I realize how that love would grow as we went through the experiences of getting married, going to school, settling into a profession and having and rearing a family. I'm sure neither of us realized the happiness, the trials, the heart aches, the pleasures and the changes that would occur during these times. I know it's difficult to say what love is but I know that whatever it is, it grew tremendously. How I hated to leave June that fall even though I knew we would be married the next summer.

After that long bus trip from Tucson, Arizona to Ithaca, New York my graduate work in animal nutrition began in the fall of 1944 at Cornell University. During that school year I lived at the Gamma Alpha house and waited tables to pay for my room and board. Gamma Alpha is a Graduate Scientific Fraternity so that all the members were graduate students, some living in the fraternity house and some living elsewhere. I think that living at the fraternity house helped me survive that year. In addition to waiting tables I had a Graduate Assistantship which paid me at a graduate student rate for work done in the Federal Soils, Plant, and Nutrition Laboratory located on the Cornell Campus. I also still had my G.I. Bill of Rights which the Veterans Administration agreed to continue through my graduate studies and that paid for my registration, books and supplies.

After two semesters of graduate work at Cornell (fall of 1944 and spring of 1945), I returned home to St. David, Arizona and June and I were married in the Mesa Arizona Temple on 21 August 1945. Happy as I was to be married to my sweetheart, I've got to comment on my experience of going through the temple to receive my endowments and to be married. My experience was not a pleasant one and I mention it only with the hope that those who read of my experience will resolve that they or others may not have similar experiences. First, I thank my good father and mother for teaching me that temple marriage is the only way to be married. They, however, did not prepare me for going through the temple. My temple recommend was handed to me by my Bishop without even an interview and I had no idea what to expect when I got there. As a consequence as I progressed through the session I became confused, discouraged and I completely lost the significance of the instructions, ordinances and covenants which are extremely important parts of the endowment, and I actually began to wonder why I was there. By the time both June and I got to the marriage room we were about ready to throw in the sponge. Fortunately, we both had good parents at our sides who knew what to do, and we were married in the manner we should be - by the power of the Priesthood for time and eternity. At that time I vowed that none of the children from this marriage would ever go unprepared to the temple. Later as a Bishop I made certain that anyone going to the temple for the first time from my ward would be prepared, so that as they went through their endowment session they could relax and be taught, since the endowment is certainly a learning experience.

Since that first time we have had many pleasant, uplifting and spiritual experiences in the temple as we have gone back to do proxy work for the dead, to attend weddings of our own children and children of others.

We have had one other sad experience in the temple. Fortunately those to whom it happened were strong in their faith and they remained true. I have an abiding testimony that the Temples are Houses of the Lord, I do not doubt that. We have to remember, however, that the ordinances in the temples are administered by imperfect mortal human beings, as we all are, and as such make mistakes, and sometimes those mistakes hurt other people.

Now on to other things. Although I do not wish to elaborate on the happenings of our wedding night, I will just say it was spent in Phoenix and I literally had cold feet. I had to close the air conditioning vent to help overcome the ailment.

Shortly after we were married, we returned to Ithaca, New York, where we were to spend the first three years of our married life. We boarded the train in Tucson Arizona, on the first leg of our trip. When it came time to retire that night, the conductor asked me for our pullman tickets so that he could make up our berth for the night. When I handed him the tickets he looked kind of puzzled then told me my tickets were for a pullman berth from Tucson, Arizona to Los Angeles, California not from Tucson, Arizona to Ithaca, New York. In other words our train tickets had been written from Tucson to Ithaca but our pullman tickets had been written from Tucson to Los Angeles. We were puzzled and apprehensive and didn't know what to do. The conductor, who was also puzzled asked us to wait for a short period to see if anyone else showed up with reservations for that berth. We waited and no one else showed up So the conductor told us to go ahead and go to bed in that berth. We did but we didn't sleep much not knowing who was going to climb into bed with us.

When we arrived in Chicago we had to change trains. Since we had about four hours between trains we decided to go to a movie. The theatre was about four blocks from the railway station. We walked the four blocks, purchased our tickets, entered and began watching the movie. When it was approximately half through June became worried about the time and insisted we leave. So we left the unfinished movie, returned to the railway station and sat for two hours waiting for the train.

We arrived in Ithaca, set up house keeping in our upstairs apartment and both of us started school; June to finish her two more years in the College of Home Economics and me to my continued work toward the Ph.D. in Animal Nutrition. After paying our registration fees and purchasing our books and supplies, we had about $1.75 to live on the rest of the month. I don't remember how long the rest of the month was, but we certainly were not going to be burdened with our surplus money. It seems we lived on "spoiled cabbage" or sauerkraut that June had made after we arrived and before school started. After that first month we were OK financially since I had my graduate assist-antship and was still receiving support from the Veterans Administration through the GI Bill. Some of my friends used to say that I was working my way through school and June was going to school on the GI Bill. Of course, that's not true but it makes a good story.

I received the MS degree in Animal Nutrition in 1946. June graduated with a BS degree in Home Economics in 1947. June then went to work as a secretary in the Department of Agricultural Economics and I continued my work toward the PhD in Animal Nutrition, which I completed in the winter of 1948.

As I look back on my graduate work I had some trying experiences but also some enjoyable ones. June and I had our difficulties as newly weds, and added to those were the trials of both of us going to school and trying to obtain the most we could from our courses. Fortunately, the passage of time dims the unpleasant memories and we are left with the pleasant ones. We had some good friends in Ithaca, the closest ones being Merle and Della Brinegar. Merle was a graduate student in Animal Nutrition and Della was employed full time in Agricultural Economics. The four of us spent many happy hours together. One little experience with them empha-sized that we should always do what we think is right. The first time we had them to our house for dinner we asked the blessing on the food before we started eating. Then when we went to their house for dinner they didn't ask the blessing, so the next time they were at our house, rather than make them feel uncomfortable we didn't ask the blessing. That was the wrong thing to do because when we started eating without asking the blessing they wanted to know why we asked the blessing one time and not the next. So we started asking the blessing again. The important thing is that from that time on they also asked the blessing on the food at their house. The Brinegar's now live in Chicago where he is the research director for a large feed manufacturer. We hear from them at Christmas but haven't seen them for years.

One of our "investments" each fall while at Cornell was the purchase of an activity ticket. This enabled us to attend all the athletic events. So we attended all the football games, all the basketball games, most of the baseball games and most of the track meets. We also attended la crosse and hockey games but not so frequently. The night before my Masters oral examination we went to a basketball game. I took Duke's physiology book with me, sat on it and absorbed knowledge through the seat of my pants. It must have worked because the next day I passed my oral examination for the masters degree and did so well my committee allowed my masters final examination to also satisfy the requirement for the PhD qualifying examination, which now I did not have to take.

I also hitch-hiked with a friend to New Haven, Connecticut to attend the Cornell-Yale football game. I enjoyed the game but didn't enjoy hitch-hiking on that maze of highways in the east.

While at Cornell we were members of the Ithaca Branch of the Church which met in one of the buildings on the Cornell campus. My first calling was to serve as district clerk. Asahel D. Woodruff was the District President. This position didn't last long and I guess the reason was that I was not a very good clerk. The Ithaca Branch was quite small but had a full program. One of the things we didn't enjoy were comments from the "chosen" members of the church from out "west." I'll never forget one of these members referred to farmers from Utah as "Utah gravel growers." It was kind of inconsistent that they belittled members of the church from Utah yet the sisters in Relief Society called themselves "Utah Women." This didn't appeal to a couple of country kids like us from Arizona. But we remained active and enjoyed our associations (despite my efforts to be slightly late every Sunday morning to avoid having to give the opening prayer or administer the Sacrament). On a recent trip back to Ithaca I found that there is now an Ithaca Stake and a beautiful new Stake Center building in Ithaca.

Ithaca is located in a beautiful area in upstate New York in the Finger Lakes Region. When June's mother was there for June's graduation and she viewed the finger lakes she remarked, "My goodness, what do they do with all this water?" She just couldn't imagine having all that water and not doing something with it. The fall in upstate New York is the most beautiful season. I have never been anyplace where the fall colors sre so beautiful.

One of the highlights of our time at Cornell is when June's folks came with Barbara and Kenneth to June's graduation. While they were there Kenneth drove us around the area and we went to Palmyra and the Hill Cumorah.

Most of the time while we were there we depended upon "shanks mare" for transportation. The Cornell campus is on a hill overlooking the valley where downtown Ithaca is located. We lived on the hill and when we went downtown to attend a movie or for any other reason we had to walk down this rather steep hill. I'll never forget sliding down those hills when it was snowing or icy. During our last year at Cornell we had saved enough money to buy a used car. Our "very first" car. So I traveled to Syracuse, NY, which is a much larger city than Ithaca and where the used car selection would be larger. I bought a 1942 used Buick, and I mean used! We thought that we had the world by the tail but found out the longer we had it that it had us by the tail. It didn' take too long to find out what it took to own and operate a car. Since I was approaching the end of my schooling at Cornell I started looking for jobs. In this connection I drove this car to Columbia, Missouri to look at a position at the University of Missouri. Each time I stopped for gas I had to put in two quarts of oil. We enjoyed having wheels since that was the first time we had had transportation since our marriage.

Finally, the day came in February of 1948 when I received my PhD degree in Animal Nutrition with minors in Biochemistry and Physiology. We loaded all our belongings in the old 1942 buick and headed for Arizona. I had accepted a position at Montana State College (now known as Montana State University) and was to report on March 1. When we left the weather in the midwest was bad with snow and cold and sub-zero chill factors. So we decided to head south. Bad decision! We were in snow from Ithaca to North Carolina. From North Carolina to Dallas, Texas, we were in freezing rain. What a terrible trip. However, we made it home to St. David and spent an enjoyable time with our parents until time to head for Montana.

Now began a new era in our lives. We were no longer students. We had arrived! But financially we were not as well off as when we were students. No longer was I getting the GI Bill benefits, no longer did I have a graduate assistantship and no longer did we have the income from June's secretarial position. We had to get along on my salary as an Assistant Professor of Animal Science at Montana State College. June and I had agreed that when I received my degree and was employed in my profession she was not going to work outside the home. We would make do with my income. So it was kind of a scary time making that complete change.

During the latter part of February we headed for Montana stopping overnight in Provo, Utah and staying with June's sister, Barbara, and her husband, Kenneth, who was working on a masters degree at Brigham Young University. From there we traveled on to Bozeman, Montana, between winter storms. From Rexburg, Idaho to Bozeman, I remember seeing one car and one dead wolf on the highway. As we neared West Yellowstone we could hardly see anything of the town or it's facilities since the roads had been plowed and there were approximately ten-foot banks of snow on either side of the road. We arrived in Bozeman without mishap. We were pretty lucky or blessed to be able to make the trip under those conditions with our old car. We obtained a room at a motel. The next morning we couldn't get the car started. It was only 40 degrees below zero!

I liked the country in Montana, and the area around Bozeman was very beautiful. However my position was not as enjoyable as I had hoped. I think we would have been happy there but I received an offer at the University of California at Davis and one from Texas A & M University at College Station. After much thought I determined that professionally the opportunity at either California or Texas was superior to that at Montana. So we decided to move after only one semester at Montana State.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. While in Bozeman, I served in the Sunday School Superintendency and June taught in the Primary in the Bozeman Branch. The branch met in the women's club building. Again on a trip back to Bozeman some time later I found there was a large ward in Bozeman and they had a nice good sized chapel on a lot adjoining the Montana State campus on the east.

It seems that's been our history - to go where there is either no unit or a very small branch of the church in that town. We were active and did our best in the positions to which we were called. However, when we changed locations because of professional opportunity there seemed to be rapid growth in the area we left. We began to tell people all they had to do to stimulate growth in the local unit was to ship out the Lofgreens.

Just before we left Bozeman, June's sister, Dona Lee, came to visit us and returned to Arizona with us.

We left Bozeman and drove to Yellowstone Park where I met the Head of the Texas A & M Animal Science De-partment, with whom I had arranged to discuss the position in Texas. The decision was that I would let him know as soon as I had the opportunity to discuss the position at California with the Head of the Department there. So we drove from Yellowstone Park to Davis California. While in Davis I accepted the position there, a decision that had a far reaching effect upon our lives. We then drove on to St. David to visit again with our folks before returning to California. By the way, we were still driving that 1942 buick we bought back in New York. It was not using as much oil since I had the engine overhauled in Bozeman and had new king pins put in the front end and purchased a new set of tires. On the trip from Bozeman to Tucson one of the new tires on the front was completely worn out. The repair shop in Bozeman had failed to line the wheels after they had installed the new king pins. I had refinanced the car at a Bozeman bank to pay for the overhaul and now this! But I guess that's life, what's money?

In September of 1948, after visiting our folks in St. David, we returned to Davis, California to take up a new position and make a new place of residence, where we lived for the next twenty years. I'll never forget our first residence in Davis, a little cottage in Asbill Court, near downtown Davis. There are a few memories associated with this little cottage. I'm positive June will never forget. June was pregnant with our first child (and if you're interested the first child had been conceived in Montana), and she was battling morning-sickness. To top that off this little cottage was infested with cockroaches - the big, red kind! The spray we used to try to control the cock-roaches made June sick. She was sick every morning; she was sick of the cockroaches; she was sick of the spray; and lastly, she was sick of me! Another thing I remember about this little cottage was the sound of trains. We were very close to the tracks of the Southern Pacific Railroad as it came through Davis on the main line from San Francisco to Sacramento. I don't know what the schedule was but it seemed that we were constantly under the influence of the sound of trains. On one occasion I was sick with the flu or some other illness and was having a fitful night. June tells me that during the night I suddenly sat straight up in bed and loudly asked, "Where are the trains!" She says that about that time a train came by and I settled down and went to sleep.

We were fortunate to find a small house at 612 "C" Street to which we moved. That little house was where we lived when so many important events happened with so many memories. It was here we lived when our first four children were born, and I'm sure that some of them can remember that little house. The first child, Gay, arrived 28 April 1949, born in the Woodland Clinic Hospital in Woodland, California. Woodland was a town about ten miles north of Davis. What a joy to have our first child. Now we were not just husband and wife, we were parents, the beginning of a great new learning experience. Great trials, lots of fun, some sorrow, but above all great joy. I thought, never can there be any joy greater than this. But I found that I was wrong. With the birth of each child that joy was repeated time and time again and never diminished. I cannot understand how people who have the ability can deny themselves the joy of becoming parents, and my heart goes out to those who, for some reason, cannot have children.

When we moved to Davis, there was no branch of the church there, the nearest was a branch in Woodland. However, Davis was within the boundry of Sutter Ward, in Sacramento. So every Sunday we traveled to Sutter ward for our Sabbath Meetings. I was a counselor in the Elder's Quorum Presidency and a Sunday School Teacher. I don't remember what jobs June had. Speaking of traveling to Sacramento to Church and our first born child, Gay. One Sunday morning our good friends, Vern and Mary Marble picked us up to drive to our meetings in Sacramento. Everyhing was going fine but there was a lull in the conversation and Gay said, "My folks don't like to ride with you." There was a longer lull. Then Vern said, "Oh, how come they don't like to ride with us?' Gay said very truthfully, "Because you're always late." Vern and Mary admitted that was true but you can imagine how Glen and June felt. Obviously, Gay was just repeating words she had heard one or both of her parents say.

We were members of Sutter Ward in Sacramento until December of 1950, when the Woodland Branch was reorganized to include the members in Davis and became the Woodland Ward, still in the Sacramento Stake, with Melvin E. West as Bishop. I served as ward clerk for about two months and was then called to serve as Bishop West's Second Counselor in the bishopric. I served in this position until the spring of 1953. I was ordained a High Priest, 4 March 1951, by Alma Sonne.

I was called to serve as Bishop of the Woodland Ward in the spring of 1953, and on 6 Dec 1953, I was ordained a Bishop and set apart to preside over the Woodland Ward by Elder Hugh B. Brown of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles. I'll mention more about that call a little later. Of course, I have many memories of these times when we were members of the Woodland Ward. Some joyful memories and some sad memories and some of them may be of interest to those who have read this far.

We first met in the Odd Fellows (IOOF) Hall on Main Street in Woodland. We met there from the time the Ward was organized until December of 1953 when we met for the first time in our new chapel in Woodland. More about that later. Each Sunday morning when we went to the IOOF Hall those of us who were in ward leadership positions had to go early to pick up the beer cans, empty the ash trays and clean up the building to make it presentable. The Junior Sunday School met on the Second floor while we held Senior Sunday School and Sacra-ment neeting on the third floor. We've always tried to teach our children to be quiet and reverent in Sacrament meeting. They soon learned if they didn't behave in Sacrament meeting or Sunday School and had to be taken out, things were more unpleasant out in the hall than they were in the meeting. I remember one Sacrament meeting when Gay had been acting up and June was in the process of taking her out, She asked frantically, in a very loud voice so everyone could hear, "Whatcha going to do to me, Mother, whatcha going to do to me?" Needless to say that interrupted the meeting for a few moments. I recall another incident that occurred in the IOOF Hall when I was bishop. I had broken my wrist watch and while I was waiting for it to be repaired I bought a Westclox pocket watch. One Sunday during Sacrament Meeting there occurred one of those rare moments when all was quiet, no babies crying, no children running around, no adults talking or snoring. Everything was perfectly quiet. The only audible sound was the loud ticking of my pocket watch and it was really loud. Margaret Mickelson looked around at me with a puzzled look, then I glanced over at the clerk and he was grinning, I looked at the congregation and those I could see were grinning. That was the last time I brought my Westclox to Sacrament Meeting. And it was probably the last time there was a quiet period when it could have been heard.

During the time we met in the IOOF Hall the Ward was busy raising money for the construction of a new chapel. Then in September of 1952 construction began on the new chapel on the corner of Second and Lincoln in Woodland. The ground breaking was a real strange event. While I was second counselor to Bishop West, I main-tained I was his third counselor. His wife was his first, Gene Jones, his second, and I was the third. One day Gene and I drove by the lot upon which the chapel was to be built and lo and behold, there was Bishop West out on the lot laying out the footings for the new chapel. He had never discussed starting with Gene or me but I assume he had discussed it with his first counselor. He had set himself up as the contractor and had begun construction without anyone knowing about it. I don't know if he planned to do all the work himself or what and that was the start of our building. Well, we got together, set up a building committee, set up Gene Jones as contractor, since he was a building contractor by profession. Construction proceeded rapidly after that. Maybe that was one of the reasons Melvin was called to be Bishop was to get construction started on the new chapel. Bishop West left Woodland before the Chapel was completed and when I was sustained as Bishop I was left with the responsibility of seeing that construction of the chapel was completed. The chapel was completed in fourteen months after con-struction began. On 7 Mar 1954 it was dedicated by Elder Adam S. Bennion of the Council of the Twelve Apostles.

During this period of time while we were members of Woodland Ward, more joy was added by the birth of our second child, another daughter, Carli, who was born 14 Aug 1951, in the Woodland Clinic Hospital. With Carli's birth, as I have said before, our capacity to love was not diminished but increased. This was to be the repeated ex-perience as each child was born. We also learned that the individual characteristics of each child began to be shown very early in the child's development. Carli was an extremely loving child but very stubborn. You could break Carli's heart with just one unkind word but when she made up her mind on something, come hell or high water, she wouldn't change it. By the way, she gets all of those characteristics from her mother. On 25 May 1953, our family was again blessed with the addition of Kjersti, our third child and daughter, also born in the Woodland Clinic Hospital. Kjersti exhibited a sample of her individual characteristics before she was born. She was in such a hurry to begin this life that she separated herself from her mother a little too early and this caused some concern. However, June had a history of such rapid delivery the doctor decided to wait for normal delivery rather than taking the baby. The Lord blessed us with a normal, healthy girl, who again exhibited this same characteristics of being in a hurry to get things done. I can remember well one time when she asked about a testimony well before most children are concerned about it. As I talked to her she would say, "But I've got to know now!" And she got her testimony early. Continuing this same characteristic she shortened the time she needed to finish her work at BYU, graduating in three and a half years. The three girls, Gay, Carli, and Kjersti, had a profound influence on an important decision in my life. I don't know if I can put my feelings into words, but I'll try. We were still residing at 612 "C" Street in Davis when Bishop West moved out of the ward. Somehow, I knew I was going to be called to be Bishop. But I didn't want the position and tried to avoid being called. Yet one evening the Stake President, Perry E. Tingey, showed up at our house. I knew what he was there for but hoping I was wrong. When President Tingey called me to serve as Bishop of the Woodland Ward I tried to think of any and every excuse possible why I was the wrong choice. I used excuses like I'm not worthy; my testimony is not strong enough; I've not had enough experience; the Bishop should live in Woodland, etc., etc., etc. As he left our home that night I still had not given him a decision. To show how much I dreaded accepting the call I really seriously considered leaving Davis. But then, I decided I couldn't run away from the Lord, He'd know where I was. After a sincere prayer, I walked into the children's bedroom. As I look at each one of them in their sleep, I thought how can I be so ungrateful. The Lord has blessed me with these choice, sweet, little girls and has entrusted them to June and me and all he asks is a little bit of my time in return. At that time, in the girl's bedroom, I knew what my answer had to be. So I called President Tingey and gave him my decision. All he said was, "I thought that is what would happen." This is how the choice but unsought experience of being a bishop came to me. Of course, I would not want to serve as a bishop again but it brought experiences I'll not forget as long as I live and, yes, even after I no longer live in mortality. Thanks to these three little girls for helping me know what I had to do.

The next daughter (I no longer expect a son, based on past experience.) to come to us was Denise, who came into this world on 16 May 1955, beginning this life at the Woodland Clinic Hospital as had Gay, Carli, and Kjersti. June has always maintained there is something about those born in 1955. Children born in that year - well, there's just something different about them, and that's the easiest way to state it. June says that year was house cleaning year in the heavens. I'm glad they did, else they might not have found Denise; she could have been out climbing a tree or looking for a dog or cat to play with (if they had trees, dogs and cats in the pre-existence). Denise became a pretty girl and a tom-boy at the same time. One thing I remember about Denise was the way she tried me very early in her life and I think this is worth telling. June had been called to be President of the YWMIA in the Woodland Ward so every Wednesday night Daddy would stay home with the children while Mother went to Woodland to MIA. Without fail, as soon as June left for Woodland, Denise would proceed to mess herself from head to toe. It would come out the legs of her diaper, the top of her diaper, and if there had been another way out it would have found that too. The only thing I could do was pull off her clothes and dump her into the bath tub. Then the bed usually had to be changed. How, I used to look forward to Wednesdays. But I also remember the joys, the laughs and happiness that Denise brought into our family. Each child added a new dimension to life and I thank each of them for the contributions they made, and are making to our family.

A couple of experiences as bishop that occurred after we moved into our chapel are worth relating. One of the long time fund-raising projects which the ward had had for years was a food booth at the Yolo County Fair which was held in Woodland. On Saturday nights during fair time I would stay late at the booth, collect the proceeds, prepare them for deposit then take them home. I would usually get to bed about 3 a.m. and, of course, get up early and travel back to Woodland for the Sabbath meetings. It was difficult to stay awake on those Sundays. This one Sunday I bowed my head for the blessing of the bread for sacrament but I didn't wake up after the prayer. The next thing I knew was a deacon kicking me on the leg to wake me to take the sacrament so they could pass it to the rest of the congregation. Of course, everyone was looking at me and knowing I was asleep. Only those who had been at the food booth when it closed would know the reason for me sleeping.

Another experience that had to do with the fair booth: David Ririe, one of my counselors who also lived in Davis, also stayed late at the booth on Saturday night. On this one Sunday we had a welfare meeting prior to Sacrament meeting. When I went to David's house to pick him up to go to Woodland he was asleep. He got up and dressed hurriedly and we drove to Woodland arriving just in time for the start of our welfare meeting. At the conclusion of this meeting we went immediately into Sacrament meeting. As we sat during the prelude music we noticed that in his hurry getting dressed he had put on a pair of old dirty work pants, his socks were not mates and his shoes were his shoes he would use to work in the yard. It was laughable but how could we laugh during the prelude music, but we did because we couldn't help it.

During this time the membership of Woodland Ward residing in Davis grew rather rapidly and it became obvious that a Davis Ward would have to be created in the near future. Therefore, with the aid of President Albert B. Crandall, who was now President of the Sacramento Stake, we were able to purchase a choice three acre lot in Davis for the future construction of a combined Institute of Religion and a Ward Chapel. On 17 Feb 1957, the Davis Ward was organized by a division of the Woodland Ward. I was released as Bishop of the Woodland Ward and sustained as Bishop of the new Davis Ward.

It was a challenge to start from scratch to organize a new ward. I was set apart to preside over the Davis Ward on 31 Mar 1957 by Delbert L. Stapley. It was not necessary to ordain me a Bishop since I was ordained when I was made Bishop of the Woodland Ward. At the time of organization the Davis Ward had only 161 members but activity was about 90 percent. We immediately organized a building committee and began raising funds to construct a ward chapel on the site we had purchased before the ward was organized. The next few years were filled with things like chicken barbeques, rummage sales, progressive dinners, wood cutting projects, I don't remeber all of the different types of projects. However, I know the bulk of the ward's share of the funds was raised from member contributions.

On 24 April 1958, little daughter, Lani, joined our family, joining her sisters Gay, Carli, Kjersti, and Denise and, like the others, beginning mortality in the Woodland Clinic Hospital. As I have said before, at the birth of each new baby our joy and our capacity to love increased. Words cannot express this miracle of new life, new joy, and new happiness. We won't mention new trials because we all know those are a necessary part of mortality so that the joy and happiness can be appreciated more.

In the fall of 1958 I was released as Bishop of the Davis Ward in order to take a sabbatical leave from the University of California. We spent a year at the University of Hawaii in Honolulu where I worked on the energy value of cane or blackstrap molasses. This work was supported by grants from the Hawaiian Cattlemen's Association, the Hawaiian Sugar Planters Association, and Pacific Molasses Company. I did this work in cooperation with Dr. Ken Otagaki, who was a good friend. I had become acquainted with Ken when he was a graduate student at the Univer-sity of California. This work started me on the path to development of a net energy system to evaluate feeds and energy requirements for beef cattle. This has become known as the California Net Energy System. It has been widely accepted in the cattle feeding industry and has received world-wide attention. The original article in which it was presented to animal scientists in the Journal of Animal Science has been declared a "Citation Classic". For this work I was awarded the American Feed Manufacturers Animal Nutrition Research Award for "Outstanding Contribution th Nutrition Research." in 1963. This award consisted of a plaque and a check for $1,000 which June immediately spent. The acceptance of this net energy system exceeded my greatest expectations.

While in Hawaii we lived in converted military housing on the University of Hawaii campus. We had only the bare essentials as far as furniture is concerned but we were comfortable and enjoyed our stay in Hawaii very greatly. I don't know how much our children remember of our stay in Hawaii but I certainly have fond memories of it.

At this point I would like to bear my testimony concerning the blessings which I received during my short tenure of five years as a bishop. In the normal sequence of advancement in the University of California System one serves six years as an assistant professor before consideration for advancement to the tenure position of associate profes-sor. It is seldom that anyone receives an accelerated appointment to this position. However, despite the time I spent doing the Lord's work I received an accelerated advancement to the position of associate professor after five years as an assistant professor. Of course, while serving as bishop I tried very hard to make sure I gave the Univer-sity a full measure of service, and I'm sure I did. This also is a testimony to me that when one devotes the necessary time to the Lord's work he is blessed with the ability to be more efficient in the use of his time so that he can accomplish his other responsibilities. During this same time we were able to start purchasing our home at 822 Miller Drive in Davis, which we needed so badly with the growth of our young family, which now numbered five daughters.

Now back to Hawaii. June and I still laugh about the experience of Carli and Kjersti running away from home. It seems that Carli got upset at something and she decided to run away from home and take Kjersti with her. So they put a few things in a pillow case, left us a note and then left home. Leaving home consisted of going under the barracks next door. When we found the note it said, "I and Kjersti are leaving. We are going far far away. Signed, I and Kjersti." Well, they weren't gone very long. I guess they got hungry or needed to go to the bath room, or both.

After being in Honolulu for just a short time I was called to serve as a counselor to Bishop Lowell Christensen of the Waikiki Ward, Honolulu State. At first I was quite disappointed that I was called to this position. I felt, wrongly so, that I needed a rest after being a bishop for five years. Of course, the calling turned out to be a bles-sing, as all of them do. I feel like I was able to help Bishop Christensen, having had the experience of being a bishop, yet I didn't have the burden or the cares carried by a bishop, and it gave us the opportunity to become well acquainted in the ward which we probably would not have done otherwise. I'll never forget the Sacrament meeting on the Sunday before we left Hawaii to return to California. After the closing prayer the bishop called all of our family to come to the stand, and while we stood behind the rostrum, the congregation stood and sang "God Be With You 'Til We Meet Again" and then lastly, "Aloha Oe" that beautiful Hawaiian song which can be used as a greeting, a good bye or a love song or all of them. We knew it was a good bye song to us as we would probably never see those dear friends again. I could not hold back the tears just as it's almost impossible to hold them back now as I remember that beautiful good bye. There are a number of other fond memories of Hawaii. I think our family grew closer as we spent each Saturday as a family day. In the morning the older children and I would go feed the cattle I had on experiment then we'd all go to the beach. We loved swimming, playing in the sand, picking up shells, or just lying in the sun being lazy. Our favorite spot was not the well known Waikiki beach but the less well known Hanauma Bay. This was a beautiful spot, was more secluded and thus fewer people. On the way home we would nearly always stop at one of the good bakeries for treats, and there were some good ones. I don't think the rest of the family learned to like pineapple as much as I did. I really learned to like fresh pineap-ple, and even learned how to pick out the good ones at the market.

We were also thankful to see the beautiful Aloha State through the eyes of a resident rather than as a tourist. There is quite a bit of difference. We were in Hawaii when it became a state in 1959 and were able to witness many of the statehood celebrations.

We were able to learn to appreciate the beautiful hula dance which can tell sad stories as well as happy stories. When properly danced it is not a vulgar dance as many have tried to make it out to be. June took hula lessons and became quite good at it. She also took lessons in the Hawaiian Language but she did not become very proficient at it. I'm sure most of us would not do so either. With the number of pure Hawaiians becoming fewer the pure Hawaiian language is in danger of disappearing as a language of common useage.

Gay, Carli, and Kjersti attended Manoa School, situated up Manoa Valley. I'm sure they have memories of that experience. Denise and Lani were pre-school age.

As we waited for the plane at the Honolulu airport for our trip back to California our friends loaded us with flower leis around our necks. These expressions of love and the fond Alohas brought tears to our eyes. But each phase of our life must close and we must go on to other things while clinging to those memories that are so special to us and knowing that our lives have become richer because of the people who have influenced them.

We returned to Davis, California in the fall of 1959 and to our home at 822 Miller Drive. Shortly after our return I was called to teach early morning seminary to the students of both Woodland and Davis wards. I'd pick up the Davis group and drive them to Woodland, hold a 50 minute class and then drive back to Davis in time for the kids to go to school and me to go to work at 8 o'clock. I taught New Testament during that year. The following year the Davis group was large enough to have their own seminary and we met in the partially completed Chapel and Institute building. I taught seminary for two years in Davis, teaching Church History and Book of Mormon. In the meantime I was called to serve on the Sacramento Stake High Council. That was quite a chore. Anyone who has ever taught early morning seminary knows the pressure is never off. To add to this double blessing, we had our blessings doubled again by the final additions to our family. On 13 Feb 1962, we were blessed with the birth of Larry Allen and Laurie. Again, these two were born at the Woodland Clinic Hospital. Neither we nor the Doctor expected twins. So it was a great surprise to expect one and get two. As someone said, "Girls don't give up easily at the Lofgreens." They got a son but a girl spirit wanted to come so they sent her along with Larry. I think every parent should have the experience of raising twins, expecially the first six months. As my seminary class voiced it;

Double your pleasure
Double your fun.
You got two babies
Instead of just one!

We were thrilled and happy at this unexpected blessing of two babies when we expected just one. But try as we did we could never get both of them asleep at the same time. I'm sure June felt it worse than I did, but when June's mother found that we wanted her to come (I'm sure it was I that wanted her to come) and she did, I went to bed and didn't wake up for about 24 hours. Poor fathers! We really have it rough, don't we?

Larry and Laurie were to be the last children in our family, 6 girls and 1 boy. Larry says he was the only boy but wasn't the youngest. He was 4 minutes older than Laurie.

I continued teaching seminary until the end of the school year of 1962 when I was released as seminary teacher as I did not feel that I could do justice to the seminary and my high council responsibilities too. June was then called to teach seminary. She had substituted for me a number of times when I was teaching and she was a much better teacher than I. She was then and she still is.

When the twins were about a year old I was released from the high council and was sustained as Second Counselor in the Stake Presidency. Albert B. Crandall was still Stake President and John H. Huber was First Counselor. I served in this position until the fall of 1965. This had been a very enjoyable experience and I have love and respect for those two men. I was released in order that I could spend another sabbatical year, this time in Brazil, where I worked with the Brazilian Ministry of Agriculture in upgrading their animal research program in the State of Pernambuco which is in the north east part of Brazil. We lived in the city of Recife which is a large city located on the coast in that part of the country which protrudes into the Atlantic Ocean. The North East is a highly undeveloped section and poverty and starvation are rampant. We were able to find a house to rent just two blocks from the beach in the Boa Viagem area of Recife. There were enough Americans in Recife on various assignments that an American School had been established where all the children of the Americans went to school. All of our children went to that school. Larry and Laurie were pre-school age. It was a requirement that the school teach Portugese which is the language of Brazil. Some of the older children learned quite a bit of this language. Gay and Carli were old enough to attract the young men and both of them had Brazilian boyfriends who spent some time at our home. The first Sunday that we were in Recife the Branch President came by the hotel to pick us up to take us to church. I don't remember how he knew that we were there. Recife has a tropical climate being just 4 degrees north of the equator. Thus I was going to go to church without a coat. When we came out of the hotel the President said to me, "Don't you have a coat?" I told him I did but it was too uncomfortable to wear a coat. He insisted that I go get my coat. He wanted me to assist in the administration of the Sacrament but he didn't want any one to administer the Sacrament without a coat. So I wore a coat. The Branch President was Milton Soares and he spoke pretty good English so we had no difficulty communicating. He wanted me to bless the sacrament in Portuguese. Prior to going to Brazil we took a few lessons in Portuguese from a young Elder who had recently returned from a mission to Brazil. In addition we had some Portuguese lessons on a record which was of a little help. I didn't feel that I was qualified to bless the Sacrament in Portuguese but I did and no one was laughing when I got through. Maybe they were too polite to laugh. We became heavily involved in the Recife Branch. In just a short time after we arrived Milton Soares was released as Branch President and sustained as District President. His brother, Moacyr, who had been converted to the church about six months earlier, was sustained as Branch President and I was sustained as his first counselor. He also spoke some English but not as much as Milton, his brother. His second counselor spoke no English. All our presidency meetings as well as all the branch meetings were conducted in Portuguese so I had to either learn or always be in the dark. Again, I was disappointed being called to this position, but I should not have been, and again this call proved to be a great blessing as I was able to serve the branch reasonably well and it helped us get better acquainted with the people. I know the Lord blessed me in learning the language. I recall one of our early branch presidency meetings. President Soares called on me to pray and he merely said matter of factly, "You may pray in Portuguese." So I did. I think they understood most of what I was saying but I'm not really sure. This experience also helped me in my work, as the last few months of our stay I would go out on my own to meet with my Brazilian counterparts without the aid of an interpreter. They seemed to appreciate the fact that I was trying to communicate with them in their own language. At this time I have forgotten nearly everything I had learned about the language. This indicates to me that I was blessed with the ability to speak and understand when I needed it and when I returned home and had no further use for it I promptly forgot it. That's probably as close as I'll ever come to speaking in tongues.

There were some sad things about our stay in Brazil which had to do with the poverty and starvation that we saw and about which we could do very little. As always seems to happen though, time dims the memories of the un-pleasant things and we're left with the pleasant ones. We made some good friends in Brazil and we still remember them and occasionally hear from one or two. We had the privilege of supporting the son of Milton Soares, Iraja, on a mission to Chile. The last we heard about him was that he was the Stake President of the Recife Stake. When we were in Recife there was just the very small branch. We are thrilled with the growth. Lani, has a special memory of Recife in that her eighth birthday occurred while we were there and that's where she was baptized and confirmed. Her Certificate of Baptism and Confirmation is in Portuguese. Well, that phase of our life had to come to a close and we departed Brazil in the fall of 1966 and flew to New York City where we stayed a few days before going to Arizona to pick up our car (AVA for you kids that remember that car). We had left it with June's folks. It was good to be home and I can't express the feeling I had when I saw the Statue of Liberty as we returned to the land we love, the United States of America. We all enjoyed eating again things like hot dogs, potato chips, ice cream and milk shakes. Again we settled down at 822 Miller Drive in Davis, California. I was now Professor of Animal Science at the University of California at Davis. Shortly thereafter, I was again sustained as a member of the Sacramento Stake High Council. Albert Crandall was still Stake President.

After being back in Davis a few months, I became seriously ill in January of 1967 and was confined to bed for some time. During this time I again became rather discouraged as I couldn't even get out of bed by myself and my dear wife, June, had to do everything for me as well as take care of our family. I thought my Heavenly Father had forgotten me. This was another time I experienced the power of the priesthood. One evening President Crandall and Bishop Vern Marble came to visit me. They told me that they had come to administer to me. I hadn't ask for the Elders to come because my faith was too weak. I don't remember what was said in the administration, but after they left I had never had an experience like this before. I actually felt the strength returning to my body. I called June into the bedroom and said, "Look!" I threw back the covers and with no trouble at all I got out of bed and stood on my own two feet for the first time in a long time. I knew it was the power of that administration that had done that. My faith wasn't strong enough to sustain the strength in my body I had received from the adminis-tration. But I know to this day from whence it came. Before this administration the Doctor thought that I was having a reoccurence of the rheumatic fever that I had when I was in the military service. Immediately thereafter he changed his diagnosis to erythema nodosa which merely means isolated inflamed nodes on the body associated with extreme weakness and that disease isn't nearly as serious as rheumatic fever. From that time on I began a slow but steady recovery.

About this time I found that I was resenting the time I had to spend in preparation for the classes I had to teach at the University. This was because this time could have been used in my research if I didn't have these classes to teach. Even though I used to enjoy teaching I was finding that I enjoyed my research much more and that is what I would really rather do. This was also at the time when student rebellion was rampant on univerisity campuses. They were burning down buildings, having student sit ins to object to various things about which they thought they knew more than their professors, having riots, etc. These kids would come into my class bare chested and bare footed with the attitude, "Here I am, teach me if you know more than I do." So I was disenchanted with teaching. and with those whom I was supposed to teach. At about the same time the man who had been doing the animal research at the Inperial Valley Research Station (IVFS) between El Centro and Holtville in Imperial County had transferred back to the main campus at Davis. The Department of Animal Science had decided to make the position at the IVFS a specialist or a technician who would merely carry out the studies designed at Davis. I felt very strongly that this was a mistake because of the importance of the cattle feeding industry in that part of the state. There had been a number of complaints from the cattlemen that the animal man at the IVFS would not listen to them. and wouldn't work on problems of importance to them. There was also some friction between the extension service people and those at IVFS. I volunteered to go to the IVFS since I knew I could relate to both the cattle feeders and the extension service. Furthermore I was already a full professor and didn't have to be bucking for advancement. Sure I was interested in merit increases in salary but I didn't have to worry about not being advanced. This had been a problem with some of the younger men at the field station. The peer evaluation system employed by the University to assist in decisions of advancement seemed to view field station research as inferior to that done at the main campus. After about a month of trying to convince the head of our department that I was serious about going to the Imperial Valley, I finally convinced him that I wanted to go and that it was a good move. Thus the administration approved my move to the Imperial Valley Field Station. Considering the situation with the student attitude and the way I resented the time I was using in preparation for teaching, the move to the IVFS was one of the best decisions I could make at that time. As always, however, whenever any major decision that affects the entire family is made it is first discussed in family council. We discussed it and they all agreed to go, although June often wondered what made her agree. Her roots had grown rather deep in Davis. At the semester break in the children's school in January of 1968 we left Davis and moved to the Imperial Valley. The IVFS is located between El Centro and Holtville but is a couple of miles closer to Holtville and therefore all the children attended school in Holtville. At the time we moved Gay was a freshman at BYU, Carli was a junior in high school, Kjersti was a freshman in high school, Denise was in junior high, 7th grade, I think, Lani was in 4th grade and Larry and Laurie were in kindergarten. The Church was in El Centro where there was a good size ward and there was a nice large chapel in which all the church meetings were held.

I loved my work at the IVFS and was able to gain the support of the cattle feeders in the the area and also the agricultural extension personnel and much of the work we did was in cooperation with the extension livestock people. The ten years spent at IVFS was the best ten years of my professional career to that point, at least it was the most satisfying and I think I was able to do what needed to be done at that time. During my first year at IVFS I was elected to a three-year term as Secretary-Treasurer of the American Society of Animal Science (ASAS), a very time consuming responsibility. I had to co-sign all the checks issued by the society, arrange the program for the annual national meetings, plus numerous other things. I hired June as my secretary since I couldn't use the station secretary, it was too time consuming and she had plenty to do. The Society provided me with money to hire a secretary and I figured me might as well keep it in the family. The former secretary-treasurer, Al Pearson at Michigan State University and a good friend of mine, said to me, "How come you hired your wife? You can't get mad at her when she makes stupid mistakes." I told him, "Maybe that's right, but I can sleep with my secretary, stupid mistakes or not." After my three years as secreetary-treasurer, I served a year as vice-president, a year as president and a year as director-at-large. I was happy when those six years were over, but it was good experience, but, like being a bishop, I wouldn't want to do it again.

I mentioned that we belonged to the El Centro Ward which was in the Yuma Arizona Stake. When the ward was divided we were in the El Centro first ward. When the position of Stake Executive Secretary was created by the Church I was called to fill that position in the Yuma Stake, which was presided over by Marion Turley who lived in Brawley. This was a good experience. President Turley lived close enough I could go to visit with him at his home as well as talk on the telephone and I felt I was doing some good in the position. I traveled with the stake presidency on business in the stake, met with them often, prepared the agendas for their meetings plus other duties "as assigned by the Stake President." One of my responsibilities was the education program in the stake (seminary and institute) and this required visits to the units to advise them and to report to the stake presidency. When President Turley was released, I continued to serve in that position with the new Stake President, Tom Choules. President Choules lived in Yuma and it was more difficult to coordinate the work with him. I was, therefore, released from this position and called to the Yuma Stake High Council.

While in the Imperial Valley, Harold Rolfe and I partnered in a few cattle enterprises. We didn't make much money but had fun and learned a few things. Harold was a good friend and it would have been good to have done more things together. We did work in the scouting program together. He and his wife, Mary, had worked a lot in the scouts and knew a lot about it. We both had boys in cub scouts and he was appointed Cub Master and I was a Webelo Den Leader.

It was while we were in the Valley that the four older girls found their mates. Gay, actually had found hers before we left Davis and the courtship blossomed into marriage in the Arizona Temple on 3 September 1969 to Brent J. Slade. Brent is from Red Mesa, Colorado and was a student at BYU. Kjersti married Robert W. Williams in the Los Angeles Temple 21 November 1974. Robert is the son of V.V. Williams, who was a partner in Hartman and Williams, the first commercial feedlot in the Imperial Valley, and I was acquainted with V.V. Williams long before we came to the Imperial Valley. Carli married Chris H. Bacon, 28 November 1975 and they were sealed in the Los Angeles Temple 20 November 1976. Denise married James C. Gollmer in the Los Angeles Temple, 17 June 1976. The details of all these marriages and the children resulting from them are the responsibilities of each one as she writes her own personal story.

Early in 1977, I received a letter from a good friend of mine, Dr. Arnold B. Nelson, Head of the Department of Animal and Range Science, New Mexico State University, asking me if I knew of a young PhD who had a few years of experience who would like to go to Clayton, New Mexico to complete the development of a new beef cattle research facility near Clayton and initiate a research program. The New Mexico Legislature had appropriated funds to establish this facility in north east New Mexico to study the problems of newly received calves either shipped in from other areas or newly weaned from ranches in New Mexico or the surrounding area. I wrote back to Arnold telling him I really didn't know of anyone who I thought fit the description and asked him if he had considered bringing in an experienced animal scientist to finish the facility and develope the program, then when the older man was ready to retire, replace him with a young man. I said I have in mind someone like myself, really half kidding because I was happy where I was in Imperial Valley and had no idea of moving. When Arnold received my letter he called me and said, "Are you serious?" I said, "Well, half-way." And repeated what I just mentioned about being happy and satisfied with what I was doing but would consider anything that appeared to be a new challenge and would at least equal my present salary. Arnold told me that they would like to have me come but I'd have to take a cut in salary because they did not have enough money appropriated to equal my present salary as I was now a full professor while the new position was for an assistant professor. I was in a good position since I was happy where I was, so I told him no I wouldn't take a cut in salary since I was happy where I was and I couldn't afford to make a move for less money. To make a long story short Arnold got together with the dean, Dr. Bill Pope, who also was a long time friend, and they offered me the position in Clayton at more money than I was getting in the position of full professor at the University of California. Again we talked it over in family council and prayed about it and we all felt good about moving to Clayton. Again, after we got there and June found out how isolated it was and how far we had to go to church she wondered why she had felt good about the move. June and I had gone to Clayton to look the situation over and found the closest church was in Raton, NM, a distance of 90 miles from where we would be living on the research center, six miles east of Clayton. We knew that Larry and Laurie would be the only members of the church in Clayton high school where they would be sophomores and we'd be the only family in Clayton who would be members of the Church. In July of 1977 we moved from the Imperial Valley to Clayton, New Mexico. I had taken an early retirement from the University of California and accepted the position with New Mexico State University. I came as full professor but without tenure since it was against University policy to hire anyone with tenure. This was okay with me because anyone should prove himself before he receives tenure.

Living at the Clayton Livestock Research Center (CLRC for short), again brought a drastic change in our life style. June thought Clayton was the end of the world. Someone said, "No, Clayton isn't the end of the world, but you can see it from there." As I mentioned the branch of the church to which we would belong was in Raton, NM, a drive of nintey miles. I also found that there was a branch in Dumas, Texas, but it was also a drive of nintey miles. Raton was in the Pueblo Colorado Stake, about two hundred miles from Clayton. Dumas was in the Lubbock Texas Stake about two hundred and thirty miles from Clayton.. Clayton happened to be within the boundries of the Raton Branch so that's where we belonged. Thus, each Sunday, weather permitting, we drove to Raton for church. The Raton Branch was small and struggling, with a high level of inactivity and no youth Larry and Laurie's age. However, as is always the case, there were a few good strong work horses who carried the load and could be depended upon to keep the work going. June did her usual outstanding job as teacher of the Gospel Doctrine Class, and after a short time the branch was in such dire circumstandes I was called to serve as a counselor in the Branch Presidency. I don't remember how long we were in the Pueblo Colorado Stake, probably about two years. Then the boundary between the Pueblo Colorado and the Lubbock Texas Stakes was changed to transfer Clayton to the Lubbock Texas Stake and we became members of the Dumas Texas Branch, still nintey miles from where we lived. The Dumas Branch was about the same size as the Raton Branch but had a little more activity, a little better spirit and a few more work horses. Still not very many youth of the age of Larry and Laurie. The transfer to Dumas put us a little further away from the stake headquarters. However, there were two good sized wards in Amarillo, Texas and at each conference of the Lubbock Stake one session was held in Amarillo which was a hundred and thirty miles from Clayton. Additionally, June's sister, Elizabeth and her husband, Dale Kartchner, and their family live in Amarillo and thus we were in the same stake. It has been a real pleasure to become better acquainted with this choice family.

When we moved to Clayton, Lani was a sophomore at BYU and thus was only at home in Clayton during the summers. Lani, Larry and Laurie worked at CLRC each summer painting corrals, picking up rocks, mowing lawns, cleaning out manure pits, and in general giving Jimmie Butt fits. Jimmie was the cattle supervisor while the three were working there. Jimmie, by the way, is now mayor of Clayton. Larry and Laurie graduated from Clayton high school in the spring of 1980 and Lani graduated from BYU at the same time. Larry played football at Clayton high school for three years and in his junior and senior years was starting guard on offense and defensive end on defense. Both he and Laurie were active in student affairs in high school and had some good friends in Clayton. June had for years been on the go and involved in church activities and assignments and now found herself in a unique situation, having time on her hands. This, however, has been a great blessing, since she devotes many hours, (and dollars), to genealogical work, which she thoroughly enjoys. She would never have had that opportunity, if we hadn't moved to Clayton. I feel strongly that's the main reason all of us were impressed to feel that the move was the right thing to do, although we didn't know it at the time.

By the way, Clayton is an old cow town on the Santa Fe Trail. It's not only an old town but in a lot of people's eyes it's also a hick town. People wear Wrangler or Levi jeans, cowboy boots and cowboy hats - my kind of place!

Another reason, I'm sure we were directed to Clayton is that as a result of our coming and Laurie's good influence a young man, Dick Lawrence and his sister, Patty Jo, are now members of the Church. Dick was first converted then he converted his sister. Our family, along with the help of Kjersti and Robert, supported Dick on a mission to Taiwan. He has now returned and is married to a girl from Amarillo, Lori Jensen. June, Laurie and I were able attended their wedding in the Salt Lake Temple.

In the Dumas Branch June was again doing her great job as a Gospel Doctrine teacher, while I became the High Priest Group Leader, with three high priests in the group, and I taught the Melchezidek Priesthood class. There were not sufficient Elders, Seventies and High Priests to hold separate group meetings. Larry and Laurie entered BYU in the fall of 1980 and Lani remained in Utah to work in her profession in which she majored at BYU. This left June and me at home by ourselves for the first time in thirty-four years. We found that we loved each other for each other's sake. To some it's a traumatic experience to have all the children gone from home and husband and wife left alone. Here's my view: Yes, I dearly love my children, as I've said before. Yet they become adults and must leave the nest just as we all do at the appropriate time. Their leaving home doesn't diminish my love for them a bit, but it's a new phase of their life and a new phase of our lives we must enter. New experiences and new opportunities. That's what life's all about. This same thing repeats itself over and over with the coming and going of each generation. That's the way it was planned. So let's enjoy each phase of our life to the utmost. That's what we intend to do.

The Lubbock Texas Stake was divided and the Amarillo Texas Stake organized. So now we're only a hundred and thirty miles from the stake center. Things are getting crowded! I was content in my church responsibilities in Dumas, knowing they couldn't call me to anything on a stake basis because I lived too far away. Little did I know. I was called to serve on the Amarillo Texas Stake High Council, what a blow. Then I remembered one of the things my Patriarchal Blessing says. "Be prepared for church responsibilities as they will crowd unexpectedly into your life." And they have. My first high council speaking assignment was in the Pampa Texas Ward. After that assignment there was a high council meeting in Amarillo. June traveled with me and when we got home that night we had traveled four hundred and eight miles. June has been released from her teaching position so that she can travel with me. I am assigned to the Tucumcari New Mexico Branch where I visit the second Sunday of each month. Tucumcari is a hundred and twenty miles from our home east of Clayton.

After going through some trying temptations from Satan, Larry entered the Mission Training Center in October of 1981 having been called to the Pusan Korea mission. Then he left the MTC in December to go to Korea. After he was in Korea the length of full time missions was changed from twenty-four to eighteen months. Thus Larry will be returning home on April 6, 1983, just a couple of weeks away from my telling of my life story. We have recently received a letter from Larry's Mission President, telling us of the great service that he's rendered and the choice young man that he is. I know that Larry has had run-ins with Satan, just as I had and just as some of the rest of you have had and I'm sure that Larry knows that he's real. But he must have also learned to deal with him, like I have. We're so thankful for the mission that Larry has honorably served.

The last child that joined our home, Laurie, found her eternal companion at BYU and was married to Darrell Thayn Moon in the Jordan River Temple 13 August 1982. They are now living in Provo, Utah where he is a student at BYU.

As I close this story, somewhere out there the Lord has a young man who will be Lani's eternal companion. At the appropriate time He'll bring the two of them together. I know that as well as I know that I'm sitting here. Also a faithful young lady is waiting to "lower the boom" on Larry. I know how it feels, Larry when you get the boom lowered on you. You'll never be the same again.

This day, June is in Utah with Denise, having another grandchild. I think that's number sixteen. I'm home alone remembering the last sixty-three years and some months and nursing my aching bones because of having spent six hours on a horse yesterday working cattle on pasture across the highway. Aching bones or not, I loved it. Life has been good to me and I intend to try to make the rest of it just as good. I love all of you, my family, very deeply. One more time I'd like to remind you to always consider this: "Will my Dad be happy with what I'm doing ?" God bless you and keep you all.

 

UPDATE

Today is 12 December 1995 and a lot of time has passed by and a lot of important things have happened since I ended the above writing of my personal story.

I am now 76 years old as of last 28 September 1995. I will not give the details but I have survived two heart attacks and two by-pass surgeries dictated by the attacks. The first attack occurred in Las Cruces, New Mexico and the surgery was performed in Tucson, Arizona. The second attack occurred in Clayton, New Mexico and surgery was performed in Amarillo, Texas. Since then I have had two sessions on the angioplasty table in Scripps Hospital in San Diego, California.

Back to the time we were still in Clayton at CLRC, members of the Dumas Texas Branch of the Amarillo Texas Stake and I am still on the High Council. Larry is home from his mission and has returned to BYU to continue his education. He has become adept at use of the computer and has worked for Hartman and Williams Cattle Feedlot in Inperial Valley doing programming and other work for them. He has also worked for Hitch Feedlots in Guymon, Oklahoma. Living in Guymon part of the time he was working for them and also working by long distance using a modem and I have no idea how it works. They seemed to be pleased with his work, at least from what I hear. He also did some work for Pioneers Memorial Hospital in Brawley. If any of you want details you'll have to ask Larry.

I mentioned in my last writing in Clayton that Laurie and her husband were living in Provo. The update is that they are now living in a suburb of Chicago and have five good looking children. I think that I have seen the first two. Laurie's story will give names and birth dates and other interesting information in her personal story.

As I testified to all of you the Lord would bring Lani and a young man together at the appropriate time. Well, with the help of Lani's Aunt Elizabeth, in Amarillo, He did just that. Their courtship was interesting but that should be Lani's story. She was married in the Denver Colorado Temple 19 February 1988 to Samuel Gibbs Street. After living in various parts of the United States they now are living out west in Silver City, New Mexico and have three pretty girls. Again that's part of Lani's story.

The last thing I predicted before ending my writing in Clayton was that there would be a worthy young lady "lower the boom" on Larry. That also has happened . I think I can remember a number of girls I thought had done that but none of those "took." The one that finally took was that of Vikki Lynn Coe and they were married in the Manti Temple, 20 Aug 1992. They are living in Highland, Utah and have two children, a cute little girl and a little boy I havn't seen. Besides, this information is Larry's story to tell.

In the spring of 1983 June and I left Clayton on a trip to attend Sabrina Kellis's wedding in the Arizona Temple in Mesa. We got as far as Las Cruces where we checked into a motel to stay the night. I was beginning to have rather severe pains in my groin and side. I had eaten a hamburger in Alamogordo and thought perhaps I was having indigestion. I thought if I could lie down for a while I might be able to have a BM and everything would be okay. It got worse and eventually I knew I had a kidney stone which meant I needed to check into the emergency room at the hospital so I could get some medication for the pain as the stone was passing down the ureter. As soon as it passed into the bladder I would be okay. The ER was swamped that night and they were delayed in getting their patients taken care of. I was able to get the attention of someone and told them if I didn't get some help I was going to have a heart attack. In fact I thought I was already having one. Well then they paid some attention and I was taken care of and they determined I did have a heart attack probably triggered by the pain from the kidney stone. They kept me in the hospital about two weeks and when I was released I imposed on June's sister, Dona Lee, and her husband, Max Kartchner. Max got me an appointment with a cardiologist in Tucson who determined that I needed bypass surgery to correct the situation that had caused the heart attack. So I had the bypass surgery at Tucson Medical Center and after dismissal from the hospital I again imposed upon Max and Dona for too many weeks. I don't know exactly why but my recovery was slow and to hear the stories about my behavior I should have been in the nut house. I guess I was pretty awful. I'll never be able to repay Max and Dona for their kindness, patience and loving care. Poor June had to put up with me too. When it was determined that I could return to Clayton, Robert, Kjersti's husband, flew his plane to Benson, picked me up and flew me to Clayton while poor June had to drive. Good ol' Dona went with her to Clayton and she flew back to Benson with Robert, who then returned to Imperial Valley.

Now that we were finally back at CLRC in Clayton and after gradually gaining my strength I returned to my normal activites at work. I was released from the high council of the Amarillo Stake and we continued to attend Dumas branch each Sunday. Shortly thereafter the Dumas branch was divided and the Dalhart Texas Branch was created. We met in the Dalhart Community Building. With this change we now only had to drive fifty miles to attend our Sunday meetings and fifty miles to return home. I played a Casio Keyboard to supply music for hymn singing and I would take it home each Sunday after meetings to practice and bring it back the next Sunday. June again taught Gospel Doctrine and I was the High Priests group leader. There were not enough high priests, seventies and elders to hold each separately so we met together and I taught the Melchezidek priesthood lesson. Soon after the Dalhart branch was organized property was purchased for future construction of a chapel. The property was located near the new high school which was under construction.

The Dalhart Branch Presidency was reorganized and Charles "Shuck" Donnell was sustained as Branch President. I was called to be his First Counselor. In a short time construction was started on a "Phase One" chapel. When it was completed it was rather small but adequate for the branch and was a very flexible and useful building.

About this time I began to be troubled with kidney stones. I was told by the doctor that kidney stone pain was about like the pain experienced by a woman giving birth to a child. I determined then that I was never going to have a baby! I was also having difficulty with pain in my abdomen and it was diffucult to do what I was supposed to do. One of the times we were in Amarillo, Dale suggested he do a "Cat Scan" of my internal organs. He did and when he was looking at the pictures he discovered an aortic aneurysm just above the bifurcation into the two branches which supply the legs. This would not cause the pain I was having but it was determined that it should be repaired. So I had abdominal surgery and the aneurysm was repaired and gall stones (which had not shown in the cat scan) were removed. No other difficulties were found. In 1986 I had another heart attack and checked in at the ER of the Clayton Hospital. Dr. Van Wormer who was familiar with my medical history determined that this attack was life threatening and I was flown to St. Anthony's Hospital in Amarillo where I was given an angiogram and then underwent bypass surgery for the second time. This time, however, my recovery was more rapid than the first time so Elizabeth and Dale were not subjected to the "nut house" Glen as were Dona and Max.

Manditory retirement from New Mexico State University is at the end of the fiscal year during which one reaches seventy years of age. Since I was seventy in September of 1989 it was required that I retire 30 June 1990, which I did and June and I left Clayton and moved to El Centro, Imperial County, California. When we returned to hot El Centro, many people (including June) thought I was crazy. My health has not been good since retirement and I was sent to the Scripps Hospital Pain Center in San Diego, where I spent seven weeks. I came home still having the pain I had when I went there plus Parkinson's Disease was diagnosed while I was there. I guess they taught me how to endure the pain and I can do a much better job of it than before. Some people thought my pain was primarily in my head but those in the pain center said no, it wasn't in my head. I really had pain but they knew how to teach me how to endure it. Besides, it couldn't have been in my head when there's nothing in my head to tell me I have pain.

Of the eleven children born to my Mother and Father, there are left only Vivian, Ola, Ouida May and me ( I ?).

Updating June's and my family: Gay and Brent live in Ft. Collins, CO and have seven children. Carli and Chris live in Pensacola, FL and have five children. Kjersti and Robert live in El Centro, CA and have six children. Denise lives in Ft. Collins, CO and has three children. Lani and Sam live in Silver City, New Mexico and have three children. Larry and Vikki live in Highland, UT and have two children. Laurie and Darrell live in Chicago and have five children. I am hoping all of you will write your individual stories and record whatever you wish but certainly the details of your family. The way I count I think June and I have thirty-one grandchildren.

As I close this story the main thing that now troubles me is the problem that most people dread as they get older. It is the dread of becoming a burden on their spouse and other family members. I know I am a burden to June, and I'm extremely sorry for this. She deserves better. I have loved June deeply since she became my sweetheart and I will continue to love her eternally. My wish for all my family is that my children can have that kind of love for their spouses and their children. If any of you do not now have a spouse with whom you can have that kind of abiding love for eternity, don't despair. I have a sure testimony that you will have it if you live righteously and endure to the end.

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A Blessing given by Edward Theodore Lofgreen, Patriarch,
upon the head of Glen Pehr Lofgreen, an Elder, son of Edward
Theodore Lofgreen and Rebecca Pederson, born 28 September
1919 at St. David, Cochise County, Arizona.

4 June 1944 Southern Arizona Stake Book 1, No. 266

Glen Lofgreen, my dear son: I place my hands upon your head and give unto you a father's blessing after the order of Israel.

You are highly favored of the Lord. He has been kind and merciful unto you and has led you in paths of righteous-ness even at times when you have been rather stubborn and head-strong. The Lord has a wise purpose in so directing your life and blessing you with the blessings which you have received, and all things in your life have worked together for your good.

You are favored in Israel, having selected your lineage and your parentage in the spirit world. You shall receive of the blessings of the Fathers unto which you are a legal heir for you are of the seed of Joseph through the loins of Ephraim. You have inherited traits of character which were so marked in these two men. As Joseph under the direction of God, became a steward in the king's household, so shall you receive stewardship in the land of Zion. You will minister in temporal as well as spiritual affairs, and through your administrations many shall be blessed. Your life shall be filled with good deeds, and your name shall be heralded far and wide as a just man, and true; a worthy steward in the house of the Lord. But like Ephraim, you are rather head-strong and at times it is difficult for you to submit unto the will of the Lord. This characteristic is one of great worth, and will prove so to you, providing it is cultivated and nurtured, and cherished as a gift from God. So be humble. Be careful. Be prayerful, and then will you be able to accomplish all the righteous desires of your heart, as well as the designs and purposes of the Lord in sending you to earth in these, the last days. If, in humility you seek the Lord in all things that confront you, He will give unto you the spirit of inspiration, and you shall know the right, and having obtained a knowledge of what the Lord requires of you, and with determination, nothing shall turn you from the path of duty.

It is your privilege to be a leader among men. You shall sit in councils with those who lead in the Church as well as in governmental affairs. Many shall come to you seeking your counsel and advice. Be not lifted up in pride because of this, but know this fact: Your wisdom and intelligence come to you from God, and that, coupled with the knowledge which you shall obtain, shall qualify you to give advice and counsel in righteousness.

It shall be your privilege to meet and converse with men and women of royalty, into whose associations you shall be thrown by reason of your calling and labors. Remember the Lord in all that you do. Seek Him earnestly at all times that you may be prepared and qualified to meet the requirements, duties, and obligations as they shall crowd, unexpectedly, into your life.

If you remember to do all things whatsoever the Lord has commanded, and establish yourself firmly in the confidence of the Lord through your good works, the Lord will intrust into your care and keeping, the wealth of the land sufficient unto your day, so consecrate your time, your talents, and all things with which He may bless you unto the establishment of Zion upon the earth and no good thing shall be withheld from you. Although the earth shall reel and shake, and the powers of darkness may prevail for a time, yet you shall be preserved and stand with a faith undaunted, that you may carry on in the work of the Lord.

I bless you with health and with strength, that you may not weary in well doing. It is your privilege, as well as a duty, to enter the House of the Lord, there to receive your washings and anointings, and be prepared as an anointed son of God, to carry on His work to a successful conclusion. In the temple of the Lord you shall receive divine manifestations of the power and glory of God, and your testimony shall be increased and strengthened until you shall receive a perfect knowledge of God the Father, and His Son, Jesus Christ.

A worthy companion shall be given unto you for time and for eternity, and with her, you shall go on in progression worlds without end.

You shall live upon the earth to see the order of Enoch established, when all men shall see eye to eye, and they shall be of one heart and one mind, seeking only the Kingdom of God and its righteousness. When the Books are opened, and God renders judgment upon the inhabitants of the earth, you shall be clothed in robes of righteousness and the Lord shall present you to the Father as a worthy member of the Church of the Firstborn, and you shall receive power, dominion, thrones and principalities, and you shall go on unto perfection, reigning as a king and a priest over your posterity for ever and ever.

I seal you up unto eternal life and to an exaltation among the Gods inasmuch as you are true and faithful unto all the covenants which you have made and which you shall make in Holy places. I do this by virtue of the Patriarchal priesthood given unto me, and in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Approved and signed: Edward T. Lofgreen