Friday, December 15, 2023

Hawaii Mission Journal - Part 2 [5/24/47 to 7/24/47]

May 24, 1947 (Saturday):

    Met a man who had been in the Sea bees and we had quite a conversation, and the conversation lead to questions on why we were here. He was quite interested and wanted to come back and talk with us, and so he promised to come back next week. During evening we went out to Waihee Mission home where all the missionaries had a party.

May 25, 1947 (Sunday):
    
    We went to Church both evening and morning in Wailuku. In afternoon we had dinner by ourselves at home. In the evening I spoke for about 25 minutes in Wailuku, upon the subject “The Business of Life.”

    In Dad’s papers were his notes for this talk, labeled “Wailuku - May 25/47,” as follows:

The Business of Life
    1.    Preparations
    2.    Transactions - Quality of merchandise
    3.    Goals and aims
    4.    Inventory - Profit and Loss

I    1.    Business
           a.    To earn a livelihood
           b.    To benefit our fellowmen.

    2.    Business of Life
        “We are here to live, to spread intelligence and knowledge among the people. I am here to school my brethren, to teach my family the way of life, to propagate my species, and to live, if in my power, until sin, inequity, corruption, hell and the Devil, and all classes and grades of abominations are driven from the earth. That is my religion and the object of my existence. We are not here merely to prepare to die, and then die; but we are here to live and build up the Kingdom of God on earth - to promote the priesthood, overcome the powers of Satan and teach the children of man that they are created for - that in them is concealed the germ of all intelligence. Here is the starting point - the foundation that is laid in the organization of man for receiving a fullness of eternal knowledge and glory. Are we to go yonder to obtain it? No, we are to promote it on this earth.” (Brigham Young Discourses Pg 90)

II.    1.    Business Preparation
             a.    Education, apprenticeship
             b.    experience
    2.    Preparation for business of Life
            a.    Prepare to live not to die.
                1. never let a day pass without saying that this is the best day I have ever lived, but, I will better tomorrow.
           b.    Study - educate
                 D&C 93:53  “And verily I say unto you, that it is my will that you should obtain a knowledge of histories and of countries, and of kingdoms, of laws of God and man.”
              D&C 88:118  “And as all have not faith, seek ye diligently and teach one another words of wisdom; yea seek ye out of the best books words of wisdom; seek learning, even by study and also by faith.”
               Proverbs 4:4-7  “Therefore get wisdom and with all thy getting, get understanding”
        c.    Remain humble, be charitable

III.    Business practice
    1.    Three “C’s” for banking.
           a.    character
           b.    collateral
           c.    capacity
    2.    Proper merchandising - put materials on shelf and keep moving, don’t keep hidden.
           a.    parable of talents
                 Lord of servants gave out 8 talents
                1.    man got five
                2.    man got 2
                3.    man got 1
                He told them to invest and he would be back for an accounting. When he came back the first 2 had double their talents. Third said “Well Lord, I know you are a hard taskmaster you expect to reap where you do not sow and I was fearful that I would lose the talent, and therefore I buried it and so here it is.”
    3.    Salesmanship.  If someone were to tell you, I have the secret of health and strength; I have the secret of wisdom ; I have the secret of intellectual riches, you would listen to him. We have all of this if we magnify what we have. We must preach the gospel to every kindred tongue and people.
    4.    Advertising. Compare condition of chapel grounds to what it should be.
    5.    Obstacles and goals: codes of practice The Savior said. “Seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all these things shall be added.” Always have goal clearly in view. Mat. 7:19-21  
    In road to success we are the greatest handicaps that we must face. (poem by Pres McKay)

IV.     What we earn - Profit and Loss
        Actual Business, we profit according to our ability to deal and our actions. When Savior was on the earth he taught that “As we sow, so shall we reap.” In Latter days the Lord has taught the same doctrine that there is a law irrevocably decreed in heaven upon which all blessings are predicted, and whenever any blessing s are received, they are in obedience to these laws.” He gave us the following scriptures in connection with this. “I the Lord am bound when ye do what I say, but when ye do not what I say, you have no promise.”
    What will our reward be in heaven? Paul in speaking to the Corinthians said, “There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon and another glory of the stars: for one star differeth from another star in glory. So also is the resurrection of the dead.” Jesus said in talking to his apostles “In my Fathers house are many mansions, if it were not so I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you etc.
    We should think not only of the world to come - In minds of most of us eternity is a long way off - we should therefore think of happiness here and now as well as in eternity. Now can be so happy as those who are serving our Lord and who are faithful to the teachings of the gospel.
    Christ. “Whosoever shall save his life shall lose it, and whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospels shall save for what shall it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul.”

May 26, 1947 (Monday):

    Worked in office as usual during day and then in evening the Sol. Moikeha family came to visit us. We showed them pictures of southern Utah, later, they sang.

May 27, 1947 (Tuesday):

    I talked to Pres. Smith from Honolulu, and he said he would arrive on Maui next Tuesday. In evening we went to Mutual in Wailuku.

May 30, 1947 (Friday):

    Memorial Day, and we worked in the office getting out reports[25]  - In late afternoon we took a nap. At night, we went to Iao Theatre and saw “Humoresque” - a fine picture.

May 31, 1947 (Saturday):

    In the morning we woke early and did the washing, after which a group of missionaries went out to Kihei Beach, where we went swimming, had lunch and above all, got sunburned. It was in honor of Gretta Croft who is released and returning home. Present were her sister Alice, Sis’s Hunter, Musser, Cheney, Elder Cheney and Elder Kamanoha. In the evening Sis Afoon invited us over for a get together in honor of the Crofts.

June 1, 1947 (Sunday):

    We attended Sunday School and priesthood at Kahului after which we rode out to the Airport to see the Crofts off to Honolulu. In afternoon we relaxed, took a nap, and for evening meeting stayed in Wailuku.

June 2, 1947 (Monday):

    Usual day in the office, and then in evening we went to see “I’ve Always Loved You,” and thought it one of the best shows I have ever seen.

June 3, 1947 (Tuesday):

    Worked in office in morning, and Marg prepared food for a party with her religious education class. Pres & Sis. Smith and Julian arrived in the early afternoon - and then all of the missionaries around Wailuku were invited to attend dinner given in his honor by Bro. Pia Cockett and wife. We were all impressed with their humility and I believe that this will win the confidence and love of the missionaries.

    Pres. Smith told the following story that took place while he was President of the mission in 1921. He first prefaced the story with the story of George Q. Cannon’s journey from Lahaina to Wailuku.

    George Q. Cannon felt that he should come to Wailuku, and so he took all his possessions and wrapped them in a handkerchief and started on his way. He came by way of a canyon pass instead of over a road as we now have - the place where the road is was all cliffs and of course impassable. As he was coming down Iao Canyon into Wailuku, he had to cross the Wailuku river in order to get there, and so at a likely place, he started to pick his way across on the protruding rocks instead  of taking off his clothes and wading as he should have done. When he was part way across, he slipped and fell in, and soaked himself. His clothes shrunk up, and he became discouraged and started back to Lahaina. When he did this the Savior spoke to him and told him to turn around and finish his journey, and that someone would be raised up in Wailuku to care for him. At this time a man named Napela received a vision of G.Q.C. and in it was told that he should care for him, and that he was doing the Lord’s work. Napela then gave his daughter a description of G.Q.C. and told her to go out on the road and wait for him - he did come along shortly and Napela took him in and later the Book of Mormon was translated into Hawaiian at this man’s home. Shortly afterwards, they went to Pulehu and preached to a group of 100 people. Napela hearing testimony about what had happened to him and G.Q.C. said that all but 3 in the group were to him a white and delightsome people. 97 were baptized and those three were not. The people at that meeting said that George Q. Cannon stood above the ground.

    In 1921 Apostle David O. McKay and Pres. Hugh J. Cannon were called to tour the missions of the Church. They had toured several and Pres. Cannon was usually a jovial sort, but when they came to Hawaii he lost this quality and became quiet, and kept everything to himself. Pres. Smith toured the Islands with them - when they came to Maui, David Keola Kailimai accompanied them on a visit to Pulehu. When they arrived there Bro McKay said “I feel that this is sacred ground, and that we should take our hats off and pray.” They joined in a circle and David O. McKay was mouth, and he gave a marvelous prayer. After the prayer Bro. Kailimai spoke to Pres. Smith and asked him if he had seen the personage in white that had come into their midst, and went on to relate that while the prayer was being given he felt the presence of someone and he opened his eyes and saw a personage in white extending his hand, standing above the ground. Pres. Smith replied that he hadn’t seen anyone because his eyes were closed, but that he had never before felt any thing like it. Pres. Smith then told Pres. McKay but received no immediate reply. In the meantime Pres. Cannon disappeared for a while and when he came back, he came from behind the chapel and he was weeping. They got in the car and proceeded on their way and then Pres. McKay spoke up and said the veil was very thin and George Q. Cannon, Jos F. Smith and others were there. At that point Pres. Cannon lifted his head from his hands and said that there was no veil, and then not a word was said after that for some time. What Pres. Cannon saw we do not know but it must have been marvelous. After that he became his jolly self again[26].  

June 6, 1947 (Friday):

    I worked hard getting out first monthly financial report - it is quite an education, and it will prove to be valuable. Pres. Smith wore his Aloha shirt most of the day and he is winning his way into the hearts of the missionaries. It is such a change after Pres. Murphy.

June 7, 1947 (Saturday):

    Did the washing in the morning and then went to work in the office and finished up reports. Around noon we picked up Julian Smith and drove out to Kalama park where we swam, had lunch and spent the afternoon. Julian is an interesting fellow and one that will have no trouble getting along in the world.

June 8, 1947 (Sunday):

    In the morning we went out to Waikapu and again enjoyed fine spirit of the Enos family. After that meeting we came in and had dinner at Sis Afoon’s along with Pres. & Sis Smith and Julian. Chinese food was the bill of fare and I quite enjoyed most of the things. In the afternoon we all went to Union meeting, and while there, the priesthood had a bitter session about the forthcoming conference, and I felt quite upset about it. After the reassembly I felt impressed that I was going to be called on to pray, and I was. The prayer I uttered called on the people to be unified in spirit, and never have I felt words come so easily to me. In the evening about ten missionaries and the Smiths went out to Lahaina - a quartet sang (Marg, Sis Hunter, Eld. McBeth and myself) and Pres. Smith and two elders spoke. The meeting had a fine spirit and I was impressed with the sacredness of the ground. After the meeting we all went over to Sis. Sylva’s for refreshment.

June 9, 1947 (Monday):

    In the evening the Smiths came over, and Pres. Smith told of an experience that he had had while he was here in 1919. He had come over here as a relatively young man to take over the Presidency of the Mission. It was just before the time that the Temple was to be dedicated. He met with much opposition and impoliteness, and he had many trials. He became so upset that he called upon the Lord and asked why it should be his lot to have these because he had always lived a righteous life. A night or so later, he was sitting in his home studying and Sis Smith was in bed - suddenly the door flew open by a gust of wind - he got up to shut it and as he did, a hideous creature walked in and with raised hands went for his throat. Then a light appeared in back of Bro. Smith and descended into his hands (he had lifted to protect himself) and it was in the form of a sword, and he heard a voice say “It’s your Priesthood.” the creature upon seeing this started and immediately backed out of the door and disappeared. Shortly thereafter - an elder upon the Island of Kauai sent in a query asking whether or not Cain was still alive and referred to Book of Moses, P of GP. chap 5:39. Pres. Smith not knowing wrote and asked his Brother, Joseph Fielding Smith, then the church Historian and apostle. He replied and referred to the writings of apostle W.W. Patten, the first martyr of the Church. Bro. Patten was in the Southern States on a mission, and was riding along the road one day on a mule. And he came along side a hairy Negro man with bulging eyes and apparently naked, and he stood even with Bro. Patten while he was sitting on the mule. Bro Patten asked him where his home was and found that had had no home, and he had been wandering the earth year upon end. When asked who he was, he said “I am Cain,” and most miserable among men. I have tried to kill myself but with no success, and so I am destroying other people. Bro. Patten commanded him to be gone in the name of Jesus Christ. When Pres. Smith read this he recognized the description as being that of the man had had seen - he again wrote his brother and told him and received reply that according to History, a temple has not been dedicated in which the adversary had not tried to have his way.

June 10, 1947 (Tuesday):

    We went to the exercises at the Waihee school in which Alaire Akima graduated and she invited us to attend. After we went to the uniki, the Hula dance festival and it was very colorful.

June 11, 1947 (Wednesday):

    Kamehameha Day in Hawaii and we went to parade and celebration. In the afternoon all of the Maui Missionaries went to the beach.

June 12, 1947 (Thursday):

    In the evening we were visited by Julian Smith and he stayed until evening was past salvage. After we went over to Smiths for refreshments.

June 13, 1947 (Friday):

    Nine months of wedded bliss - not an unlucky day.

June 14, 1947 (Saturday):

    Arose early, cleaned yard and did washing, and then in the afternoon we went to the beach. The wind was terrific and the sun was very hot, and the combination gave me a bad burn. In the evening it itched so badly that I almost went crazy. We phoned Dr. Fleming and he fixed us up[27].

June 15, 1947 (Sunday):

    Attended church at Wailua in morning and then in evening we went out to Waihee for a fireside. In the afternoon, Elder Bennett came and visited us after five weeks on Kauai. The Lahaina elders were stranded and so they had lunch with us.

June 16, 1947 (Monday):

    We went to a candy pull at Waihee mission home.

June 18, 1947 (Wednesday):

    In the afternoon all of the missionaries had a meeting with Pres. Smith for about 3 hours. He told us of his visit to the Isle of Hawaii. He showed a wonderful spirit. Elder Bennett ate with us and then we went out to Whitfords where we showed our pictures of Indians.

June 20, 1947 (Friday):

    We went to show “California” with Ray Milland and Barbara Stanwych. Accompanying us were Elders Cheney and Bennett and Sis. Hunter and Cheney with Julian Smith. Earlier in the evening I started an algebra class to meet twice a week with Muriel Enos and Ululani Kamauoha.

June 21, 1947 (Saturday):

    The longest day in the year and also, the Folk’s wedding anniversary[28].  We washed in the morning, and then took a ride with Beverly Akuna and Alaire - Julian left for Honolulu. In the evening we went over and visited the Smiths and were told that we would remain here until the baby is born.

June 22, 1947 (Sunday):

    We went to Kihei Branch and then Bro. Pia Cockett invited us to his home for dinner. In the evening we picked up the Cheneys and drove to Lahaina where all four of us spoke - There was a very fine spirit present at the meetings and Marg did exceptionally well - she seemed to overflow.

June 24, 1947 (Tuesday):

    Work as usual and in evening we went out to Wailuku Branch Closing Mutual social at Kamaole Park, a beach near Kihei. We took over dinner but didn’t go in swimming.

June 26, 1947 (Thursday):

    Finished up Maui District Report and was a relief to get it out of the way until next month. In evening had algebra with just Ulu. Apparently it was too much for Muriel Enos.

June 27, 1947 (Friday):

    In the evening we visited the Pentecostal Church in Happy Valley and it was very interesting. After the meeting, Elder Bennett was called on to lats[?] and he told them straight from the shoulder, and they were all awed if nothing else. After meeting, Afoon took us to a show at the Iao - “The Love of Andy Hardy.”

June 28, 1947 (Saturday):

    Cleaned up yard and did washing in the morning, and then in the afternoon Elders McBeth and Barret, Neeley, Parry and Marg and I went out to the beach and the swimming was marvelous. We feel asleep in the early evening and did not awake to morning.

June 29, 1947 (Sunday):

    Went to Priesthood and Sunday School at Wailuku. In afternoon we decided along with Elder Bennett to ask Sis Smith to go out to dinner. We walked all over town in search of a restaurant that was open and couldn’t find one, and so we came back and ate sandwiches. For Sacrament meeting, we sang a duet at Wailuku and it seemed to go over very well.

June 30, 1947 (Monday):

    Elder Bennett was moved into Wailuku and he will eat with us for the remainder of his stay here.

July 1, 1947 (Tuesday):

    Four new missionaries arrived today, and their names are Elders Quilter, Hebdon and Pettegrew and Sis Ehlert. They were assigned to Maui until conference convenes on the 24th.

July 3, 1947 (Thursday):

    In the evening I had my algebra class with Ululani and Muriel. Muriel brought in a papaya and some chocolate cake her mother had baked. After that we visited with Sis. Enos, Williet Enos, Afoon, Pre-Fourth of July fireworks were much in evidence.

July 4, 1947 (Friday):

    I arose early and did the washing, and after that I did some of the required things in office in spite of holiday. In the afternoon, all of the missionaries in this area went out to Kamaole Park, and there we had a fine swim in wonderful breakers. The breakers were almost too high and they would spin you until it almost knocked you senseless. In feeling my onions, I dived into a wave and missed it and hit the sand bottom with quite a jolt, and it left a bump on my head. After the swim, we had hot dogs and all the trimmings. I found that I had forgotten the hotdogs and so I drove back to Wailuku to get them. After eating we took another dip and then came in.

July 5, 1947 (Saturday):

    The Elders went down to a former Army camp to help clean up in preparation for the centennial celebration. The incoming people from other Islands will stay there. Poor organization was much in evidence and it took a long time to do a little. In evening we went to see Butch Jenkins in “My Brother Talks to Horses” with Elder Bennett.

July 6, 1947 (Sunday):

    Attended Sunday School at Waikapu with Enos family. We returned and went to Grand Hotel for dinner. In the afternoon I completed the stirring story “Joseph the Prophet” by Daryl Class. We went with Bennett and Cheneys to Kahului in evening where they spoke - after that we returned to Wailuku for meeting.

July 7, 1947 (Monday):

    We went to a cottage meeting at Kekoami’s in Waihee.

July 8, 1947 (Tuesday):

    Felt quite low and disappointed all day, some of this experience is becoming quite trying.

July 9, 1947 (Wednesday):

    We went to the funeral of a Mr. Johnson who was an investigator to the Church. Pres. Smith spoke, and I was in a group that sang. He told them straight from the shoulder and generally it was received quite well. Afterwards we went to the grave yard where we beheld the gruesome spectacle of covering the casket. All in all the funeral was much more depressing than at home, and much more feeling of emotion is shown. In the evening we went to a genealogical social in the branch.

July 10, 1947 (Thursday):

    In the evening we went with Pres. & Sis. Smith to dinner at the home of Bro. Allan Ezell - the meal was delicious and later they showed their pictures of the South Seas. Previous to this during the day, Pres Smith talked to me for about 3 hours on his fathers knowledge of the creation as it was revealed to him[29].

July 11, 1947 (Friday):

    Went to the home of Sol. Moikeha where we had dinner and we entertained by their music. Afterwards they took us to the show “Sinbad the Sailor” with Douglas Fairbanks and Maureen O’Hara.

July 12, 1947 (Saturday):

    In the morning and early afternoon we worked along with Pres. Smith to clean up the yard. Played basketball in the afternoon.

July 13, 1947 (Sunday):

    Priesthood and Sunday School in the morning in Wailuku, and then Union Meeting in the afternoon. I was called on to speak in Sunday School and then in Union Meeting I was called on to take the hour in the Priesthood session. I had to resort to reading before the hour was over. During rest of day we wrote and studied.

July 15, 1947 (Tuesday):

    In the afternoon we had a quartet practice in preparation for the celebration. The quartet is composed of Elders McBeth, Westenskow and Rogers Akiu and myself.

July 16, 1947 (Wednesday):

    In the morning we drove up to Pulehu with Pres & Sis. Smith - that is where the big centennial meeting will be held that I will speak at. In the evening, Elder Bennett and I administered to a Kaopinki baby that had ruptured its naval.

July 18, 1947 (Friday):

    Administered to Ululani Kamauoha during the day with Elder Bennett, and then at night we went to Iao Theater to see “Till the Clouds Roll By.”

July 20, 1947 (Sunday):

    Attended Sunday School and Sac. Meeting in Wailuku, and then in the evening the Rogers Akius invited us to go to dinner with them. We went and then afterwards we went to Radio Station KM. VI. where we listened to a request program.

July 22, 1947 (Tuesday):

    Drove out to Kihei in quest of firewood and shuttled around in car most of day in conference preparation.

July 23, 1947 (Wednesday):

    Pres. Cowley arrived on Maui and that evening we ate dinner at Afoon Kamauoah’s with them, the Smiths and the Weenigs[30].  Later that evening we went to a gathering at the Kalmlici Fairgounds sponsored by the Central Pacific Mission - Elder John Van Wagoner directed a fine tumbling exhibition.

    A letter was written to Mom and Dad, this date, from Grandmother Cannon, as follows (in part):

We are in the midst of the climax of the great Centennial celebration. I have just come home from the wonderful parade over two hours in passing. It began at 8:30 this A.M. Mary and I and her children had chairs we took from the Stamp Co. and we sat in front of the crowd west of the Judge Building. Such elegant floats, pretty girls, horses, military men, boy scouts by thousands from all over the continent, even from Mexico, bands in great numbers, and everything imaginable. The “Tournament of Roses Band” from Pasadena Cal., and the Chinese girls’ band from Chinatown, San Francisco as well as other bands from western states and our many Utah bands added to the brilliance of the parade. Gov. Maw and Mrs. and the L.D.S. Church Presidency were in the two cars which led, and back of the Church Presidency followed a combination of several bands playing “The Spirit of God Like a Fire Is Burning,” followed immediately by “Utah We Love Thee.” That music in the cool morning breeze thrilled me.
One float featured the saints being led by a leader in front in the singing of Come Come Ye Saints, representing crossing the plains.
As the car passed which carried the Church Presidency, Pres. Smith was in his scout uniform – his face smiling and he and Bro. McKay fairly beamed and seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. Bro. Clark wore a pleasant expression but was not as demonstrative, for it is not his way. The whole thing was a credit to Utah.
Tomorrow at 6:30 P.M. there will be a repetition of the parade, so all should be able to see it.
Last evening after I finished at the bureau (and, such crowds as we had) I saw the parade of the returning Sons of Utah Pioneers Trek. Cars with covers, and with painted wooden oxen, his yolk, for each car, attached on each side of the front to cover the wheels carried the group who made the trek from Nauvoo to Salt Lake City. The same number of people were in the party as were in the first group which Brigham Young led into Salt Lake Valley July 24, 1847 – 143 men – 3 women, 2 children. Spencer Kimball was the chaperone. From Nauvoo on there were many stops and by the thousands people came out to see and hear. Dorothy Kimball Keddington was one of the women and so she and others sang, and Spencer Kimball spoke to many groups along the trail. Mayors of cities and officials of all kinds were most cordial and as Apostle Spencer Kimball said last evening as he spoke at the foot of Brigham Young Monument, the people seemed eager to give a welcome and that they heard Mormonism all along the way.
Spencer Kimball surely has a wonderful gift of speech and a great humility also a marvelous testimony. As he briefly told of the trek people were thrilled. As he told of our first pioneers who came over the trail he said as they made that first difficult way, it was a most difficult and dangerous undertaking but he said “God was with them. He walked at their side, yes – he even whispered in their ears.” As services were held in the cemetery at Florence, Nebraska (remember that Bill where so many of our pioneers were buried over six hundred) tears were shed as they were reminded of the things those people were called upon to endure and at various places tears came to their eyes as they tried to live again in a number of days what those people went through in weeks and in months. He said they all felt like rededicating their lives to the cause for which those pioneers gave their all, and he said “Let us all rededicate our lives fully to this cause.”
Of the Cannon family Jim, Adrian and Warren I know were along, and perhaps others. Adrian seemed to be getting a big kick out of it all. He was one who went ahead to Washington to write our Senator Watkins to join the trek from Nauvoo.
Those men were mostly heavily bearded and brown as berries and they looked as though they were the original pioneers as the captain of the party, Wendell Ashton said, they had the dust of five states over their boots and I believe it.
Tomorrow morning we are taking Sarah and David Eccles up to see the unveiling of the monument “This Is the Place.” We have special invitations..l
Last evening after dark we rode up to see the Centennial Boy Scout Camp on Ft. Douglas reservation. Thousands of boys from all over the country including Canada and Mexico ware camping in tents, and many of the buildings are being used also. It is the largest thing of the sort I ever expect to see…
Monday night we were at Uncle Wilf’s and the Cannons always have a good time. They were telling of some of the old days on Cannon farm and Wilf said “but Georgius was always a lady, although he most certainly didn’t enjoy being called that.” Georgius was always more effeminate.
From church headquarters some souvenier envelopes were sent and these will be very valuable in the years ahead. I am enclosing this letter in one of those so keep it and treasure it. We see plainly today how that wonderful prophecy of Joseph Smith’s has come true.
Wish I could be with you in your big conference tomorrow. Will be with you in spirit and love.
    My best to you Mother.

July 24, 1947 (Thursday):

    The first session of the Centennial Conference was held at Pulehu, sight of the organization of the first Branch in the Islands. I spoke first on the life of Grandfather Cannon, and I can’t remember ever having spoken with so much ease and freedom. Pres. Smith spoke on his Fathers experiences here and then Pres. Cowley delivered a powerful talk and called the people to repentance, and promised the people of Laie, that if they didn’t mend their ways and live righteously before the Lord, that they and Laie would be destroyed. Elder Bennett and I were given the responsibility of selling refreshments during the conference and this kept us tied down pretty much. During the evening we went to a campfire program at Camp Paukukalo and there they had a talent show and a variety of entertainment. Our quartet (Elders McBeth, Westerskow, Rogers Akiu and myself) sang one number. Marg participated in a frog race.

    Mom and Dad have a booklet from this conference, labeled “L.D.S. Centennial Conference 1847-1947” Wailuku, Maui, July 23-28. The program for this date included:

7:00 A.M.  – Missionary reunion – Welcome by mission presidents – Wailuku Chapel

10:00 A.M. – Pulehu Meeting – Commemorating the establishment of the Church in the
Hawaiian Islands – Pulehu Chapel Grounds
    Congregational Singing – “Hawaii Aloha”
    Invocation – Brother E. K. Simmons
    Mission Choir Selection – “Keoki Pukuniahi” [George Cannon in Hawaiian]
    Remarks – Elder William W. Cannon (grandson of George Q. Cannon)
    Mission Choir Selection – “Hawaii Nani”
    Remarks – President E. Wesley Smith
    Mission Choir Selection – “Hapai Na Leo Mele”
    Remarks – President Matthew Cowley
    Congregational Singing – “The Spirit of God”
    Benediction – President Melvyn A. Weenig of the Central Pacific Mission

1:30 P.M. – Volley ball Semi-final game – Central Pacific Mission vs Kapaa Branch,
Kauai District champion – Wailuku gym

2:30 P.M. – Basketball Semi-final game – Central Pacific Mission vs Lanai Branch, Maui
County District champion – Wailuku gym

3:00 P.M. – Meeting of District Councils (Hawaiian Mission) – Wailuku chapel
        Central Pacific District Presidents’ Meeting – Wailuku Chapel basement

6:30 P.M. – Pioneer Campfire and Program – Paukukalo Camp
        Community Singing
        Invocation
        Variety Entertainment – Numbers that might have been typical
            Of those held on an evenings program while the pioneers were
crossing the plains [a notation indicates “Marg in frog race” and
“Bill in quartette”]
        Congregational singing – “Come, Come Ye Saints”
        Benedication
        Master of Ceremonies – Elder Kenneth R. Garrett

    The following talk was folded and placed in the back of the journal. This appears to be the talk given by Dad in Pulehu on this occasion. The talk reads as follows:

    George Q. Cannon, a man beloved by all Hawaiian Latter-Day Saints because of his great work among them, came into this world on Jan. 11, 1827 in Liverpool, England. He came of seafaring stock, and the family were devout Christians. George Q. was a lad of 13 when he and his family first heard of the gospel and they were converted by John Taylor in 1840. Two years later, when between 15 and 16 years of age, he crossed the Atlantic Ocean with his parents and brothers and sisters, bound for Nauvoo, Illinois, the gathering place of the Saints. While on the ocean his mother died, and was buried at sea. Shortly thereafter, in 1847 his father passed on, leaving him, a boy of twenty, and an orphan in charge of his family. During the later part of that same year he made his trip across the plains.

    Two years passed away in farming, building , teaming and other pursuits incident to pioneer life in the Salt Lake Valley, and in the fall of 1849, he accompanied Gen. Chas. C. Rich to California. There he worked in the gold mines until the fall of 1850, when he was called with others upon a mission to the Sandwich Islands. They landed at Honolulu the 12th of December 1850. They had supposed their mission mainly to be to the Haole [Caucasian] people. But the reception given them by that class was not cordial, and most of the missionaries became disheartened and were in favor of returning to their homes immediately. Elder Cannon, however felt that they should stay and learn the language and preach to the natives. Concerning these differences that existed between the missionaries he wrote, “In a foreign land, far distant from the Apostles and First Presidency, we could not appeal to them. Our only recourse was to obtain revelation from the Lord for ourselves.” Some of the missionaries did return home and others went elsewhere, but a few stayed and did a great and marvelous work, converting hundreds.

    He returned to the mainland in 1854 where he supervised the publishing of the Book of Mormon in Hawaiian, which he had previously translated.

    A man of great accomplishment and achievement, he was private secretary to Brigham Young; an apostle for forty years; member of the First Presidency of the Church under three different Presidents for twenty-one years; a Congressmen for five terms; founder of the “Juvenile Instructor,” and President of the Deseret Sunday School Union for thirty-four years; a director of the Union  Pacific Railroad; and Chancellor of the University of Deseret.

    From the time of his first mission until 1900, he hadn’t returned to the Islands that he loved, but in December of that year he attended the Fiftieth Jubilee Celebration of the founding of the mission. Upon several occasions during the celebration he met and had conversation with ex-queen Liliuokalani. December 17, 1900, he wrote in his journal, “The ex-queen Liliuokalani sent me word that she would like to see me at one o’clock today as she expects to sail for Hilo. Sister Fernandez took me to the ex-queen’s residence in her carriage. She welcomed me very cordially and expressed the pleasure it gave her at meeting me. She also dwelt on the good my visit had done and would do, how the peoples’  feelings had been aroused and their love awakened and strengthened by my visit. Many more remarks of this character were made by her and when I arose to bid her goodbye, she said she would  like me to give her a blessing, then she led the way to another room. Before I was aware of what she was doing she was on her knees before my feet to receive the blessing. I felt very free in blessing her and the spirit rested upon us both.” She became a member ot the church after Pres. Cannon’s return, being baptized in Honolulu by Elder Abraham Fernandez.

    While in Lahaina on this last visit, he wrote in his journal, “I started out this morning to find the site of the house and garden where I had sought the Lord in secret prayer and where he condescended to commune with me, for I heard His voice more than once as one man speaks to another, encouraging me and showing me the work which should be done among this people if I would follow the dictates of His Spirit. Glory to God in the highest that he has permitted me to live to behold the fulfillment of his words.” Three months after this visit he passed on to his reward[31].  

    Orson F. Whitney in his History of Utah states with reference to George Q. Cannon, “Utah, among all her gifted sons, has not seen his equal.”

    A Centennial Edition of the Maui News had an article with a picture of Mom and Dad and the following:

Ninety-seven years after George Q. Cannon, Maui’s first and one [of] Hawaii’s best loved Mormon missionaries, baptized the first LDS member on this Island, his grandson, William W. Cannon addressed nearly a thousand members of the faith on the same spot at Pulehu.
William W. Cannon, who during the war served in the Navy and was discharged as an ensign, is on Maui serving as a missionary in the same field that his distinguished grand-father pioneered those many years ago. Working with him in church work is his wife, Margery, the couple having left their home in Salt Lake in March for two years service with their church.
George Q. Cannon, who as a youth of 20 years had made the historic trip across the Great Plains in 1847, answered the call as a missionary to Hawaii in 1850. He was sent to Lahaina for his first labors. He rapidly mastered the Hawaiian tongue and translated the monumental work “The Book of Mormon” into the Hawaiian language and took the manuscript back to Salt Lake for printing.
He did not return to Hawaii until the Golden jubilee of the arrival of the Mormons in Hawaii in 1900. Many of the Cannon family settled in Hawaii and became pillars of the business community in Honolulu.
On Thursday morning the members traveled to their Pulehu chapel in Kula where a service was held in commemoration of the first baptisms and establishing of the first branch of the Church in the Hawaiian Islands by George Q. Cannon in 1851. The island-wide mission choir rendered several selections in Hawaiian, and the congregation joined with them in singing other numbers.
Visiting dignitary and main speaker at the commemorative meeting was President Matthew Cowley, president of all the Pacific Islands Missions who is returning to Salt Lake City from a three month tour of the Missions including Australia, New Zealand, Samoa, Tonga, Fiji and Racatonga islands. He told of many faith promoting experiences with these people and complemented them for their faithfulness in living up to the teachings of the Church.
Other speakers were E. Wesley Smith, president of the Hawaiian Mission, Elder William W. Cannon, grandson of George Q. Cannon, and William Kailimai from the Island of Hawaii. President Smith related many of his early missionary experiences in the Hawaiian Islands and told much of their history of the Church here. Elder Cannon told the story of the first missionary groups ii the Hawaiian islands and read excerpts from his grandfather’s personal journal.

FOOTNOTES:
[25] After “President E. Wesley Smith arrived as a replacement for President Murphy[,] Sister Cannon was then assigned as the Mission Recorder, and I became the Mission Financial Secretary.” Beachheads, p. 6. Mom says that as Mission Recorder, she kept records for baptisms, marriages, etc. 
 
 [26] This incident was related to a group assembled at the Wailuku chapel that night, February 8, 1921. J. Pia Cockett wrote about the event in his notebook: “While he [Elder McKay] was praying, the Hawaiian Elder [David Kailimai] was privileged to see in a vision two hands clasped in the form of greeting. He thought Cannon and [Samuel H.] Hurst were shaking hands. He opened his eyes and saw they were apart. He closed his eyes again and after the prayer he told what he had seen.” For many years Bro. Cockett “was under the impression that the clasped hands of the vision were those of George Q. Cannon and his son, Hugh. But in 1936 on a subsequent visit to Hawaii the story was retold to President McKay. He corrected Cockett, saying, ‘Those hands were the hands of the two fathers, George Q. Cannon and Joseph F. Smith, in the presence of the two sons, Hugh J. Cannon and E. Wesley Smith.’” Moramona, p. 149. 
 
 [27Mom’s recollection is that she thought of using Noxzema to stop the itch. They went to the store for some and it worked.
 
 [28]  Edwin Quayle Cannon and Edith Luella Wareing were married on June 21, 1917. 
 
 [29] Pres. Smith was not an office type and was not very organized. He would perch on the end of a desk and tell those in the office long stories. It drove Dad crazy because he could not get any work done. He had no plan and Dad eventually wrote a manual for how to do things in the office so others would know what to do (see entries for January 19, 20 and 27 and February 10 and 23, 1949). This was very stressful for Dad because he was young and figuring out how to do all of this kind of work on his own. Pres. Smith loved the limelight and loved to tell stories. Sister Smith was very quiet and liked to work behind the scene. 
 
 [30] Melvyn A. Weenig was one of the first three missionaries to the Japanese Mission in Hawaii, arriving in October 1937. In 1946, he was called to come back as mission president of the Central Pacific Mission, in which capacity he served until 1950. He directed construction of the cannery on the tabernacle grounds on Beretania Street in Honolulu and took the Saints into the pineapple fields to glean what was left behind. He also worked hard to reestablish a mission in Japan. The CPM was the source of eight missionaries called to the Japanese Mission when it was reopened in 1948. Moramona, pp. 160-161.

[31]  Years later, Georgius Cannon, George Q. Cannon’s youngest son, met with the family in Grandmother and Grandfather [Ed and Luella] Cannon’s home, shortly before he died. He spoke about his father, among other things. Because he traveled with his father a good deal as a youngster, Mom asked him if his father told him of this experience. He answered, “yes, many times.” Mom asked if his father just talked with the Savior or if he actually saw Him. Georgius said his father actually saw the Savior at that time.

Wednesday, December 13, 2023

William and Margery Cannon Hawaii Mission Journal (1947-1949) - Part 1 [3/25/47 to 5/23/47]

My parents, William W. Cannon and Margery S. Cannon, served a mission for the LDS Church as a married couple from 1947 to 1949. My father died in 2002 and my mother just recently died, in November 2023. I transcribed the journal after my father's death, finishing in 2004, and presented copies to family members. I decided to wait until after my mother's death to publish it on-line. It will be broken up into a number of different parts. Footnote are found at the end of the post.
 
 March 25, 1947 (Tuesday):

    An article in The Deseret News, dated March 25, 1947, was as follows [including a picture of Mom and Dad [1]]:

Hawaii Bound
Friends Fete the Bill Cannons
A host of friends are wishing Mr. and Mrs. William C. Cannon, 336 Fifth Ave., “Bon Voyage” prior to the Cannon’s departure for the Hawaiian Island the middle of April.
Dr. Elmer (Buz) Sandberg entertained at a dinner dancing party Wednesday at the Crown Room. The soon-to-be travelers were feted by Mr. and Mrs. Bob McKay Friday. A dinner was given Saturday by Mrs. James A. Melville in the Empire Room of Hotel Utah.
Mr. Cannon and his wife, the former Miss Margery Sorensen, left today for a few days’ trip to the southern parks with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Q. Cannon, 231 D St.
Both the wayfarers are former University of Utah students, where Mr. Cannon affiliated with Sigma Chi fraternity. A graduate of the Illinois Institute of Technology, he has been teaching engineering at the University of Utah. Mrs. Cannon, an affiliate of Chi Omega, has kept busy designing hats for many delighted Salt Lake women. She is a daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Horace A. Sorensen, 2000 Connor St.
The young couple will complete special missions for the Church in Hawaii during their stay. A farewell testimonial will be held Sunday at 5:30 p.m. in the twentieth ward chapel in their honor.

    An undated newspaper clipping was as follows:

Rumors Flying
We’ve heard rumors that Marge and Bill Cannon soon will be taking a trip across the waters to that tropical isle. So this week end it was Frances Ellen and Bob McKay, along with Marge and Howard Sharp, Russell and Dantzel Nelson, who were saying, “Here is a good time to remember us by,” when they held a clambake at the new McKay abode.

    An undated newspaper clipping with a picture of Mom and Dad (the same one as in their farewell program) states, in part:

Mr. and Mrs. William W. Cannon, 336-5th ave., will be honored at a farewell testimonial Sunday at 5:30 p.m. in the Twentieth ward chapel, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 2nd ave. and G st., prior to their departure soon for the Hawaiian mission. Mr. Cannon, released from the navy recently as an ensign after three years active duty, is an instructor in mechanical engineering at University of Utah. Mrs. Cannon, a daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Horace A. Sorensen, 3000 Connor st., is a former student at University of Utah.

    Another undated newspaper clipping [perhaps from a Sugarhouse area paper] with the same picture of Mom and Dad states, in part:

William W. Cannons Hawaiian Island Bound
A prominent couple, well-known to southeasterners are being honored at a farewell testimonial Sunday evening, March 30, prior to their leaving on an LDS mission to the Hawaiian Islands. They are Mr. and Mrs. Wareing Cannon. Mrs. Cannon is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Horace A. Sorensen, 3000 Connor street, and Mr. Cannon is the son of the Edwin Q. Cannons, 231 D street.
Mr. Cannon has been teaching at the University of Utah for the past several months. He is an instructor in the electrical engineering department. A prominent student in his undergraduate student days. Mr. Cannon attended Northwestern University [actually Illinois Institute of Technology] under the navy V-2 program during the war and was selected as one of the 13 outstanding students to continue studies at Harvard University.
A prominent student at the University before her marriage last September, Mrs. Cannon was affiliated with Chi Omega sorority.
        The program will be as follows:………………
    
March 30, 1947 (Sunday):

    A program for Mom and Dad’s farewell states:

Farewell Testimonial
in honor of
Elder and Mrs. Wm. W. Cannon
Prior to their departure for the
HAWAIIAN MISSION

SUNDAY EVENING, MARCH 30, 1947
5:30 P.M.
In the
TWENTIETH WARD CHAPEL
Second Avenue and G Street

PROGRAM
    Opening Song  “We Thank Thee, Oh God, For a Prophet…………...Congregation
    Invocation…………………………………………………...………S. C. Sorensen
    Selection  “Beside Still Waters”………………………………………...……Choir
            Robert Sloan, Conductor
            Naomi Fetzer, Organist
    Reading…………………………………………………….……Stanford Sorensen
    Vocal Solo (a and b)………………………………………………Ruth J. Clawson
    Remarks……………………………………………………Dean A. LeRoy Taylor
    Piano Solo………………………………………………………..…..Nonie Nelson
    Remarks……………………………………………….…………Robert H. Barnes
    Selection (a and b)………………………………………………….Male Quartette
            Ervin Peterson – Alex P. Anderson
            Dr. T. A. Clawson, Jr. – Harold Keddington
    Remarks…………………………………………….……..Bishop J. Howard Cook
    Response………………………………………………………....Margery Cannon
    Response…………………………………………………..……..Wm. W. Cannon
    Selection……………………………………………………………..………Choir
    Benediction……………………………………………………..E. Q. Cannon, Jr.

    An undated newspaper clipping was as follows:

FAREWELL FACTS
We took in the Cannon-Sorenson farewell Sunday and needless to say it was a wonderful success. Marge and Bill both did themselves proud. Nonie Nelson, 938 Logan Ave., added a professional touch to the musical program with her Rachmaninoff number. She wore a stunning black evening dress with a diamond locket as her only jewelery. Cal and Becky Sorenson and Gordon and Elaine Sorenson chatted with members of the clan. Bob McKay and his wife, Francis Ellen, were delighted with young Stanford Sorenson’s reading “Boys will be Boys.” Cliff Curtis, son of Dr. and Mrs. George N. Curtis of  S. 13th East, dated Rhoda Worley and her Easter bonnet of black fur felt with pink cabbage rose and black satin ribbon trim is something to talk about…P.S. Marge chose an original black faile suit beautifully cut and tailored. Her only jewels were a brilliant clip in her hair.

April 3, 1947 (Thursday):

    A letter from Leon D. Garrett, Secretary of the Board of Regents of the University of Utah, dated April 3, 1947, to William M. Cannon, 231 D Street, Salt Lake City, Utah, states:

    “At a special meeting held Monday, March 31, 1947, the Board of Regents accepted your resignation from the staff of the Mechanical Engineering Department, effective March 26, 1947.”

    A picture labeled “Our Missionary Group” shows approximately 126 “MISSIONARIES ENTERING THE MISSIONARY HOME APRIL 7, AND DEPARTING APRIL 16, 1947” Mom is on the fifth row on the far right side and Dad is on the ninth row on the far left side.

JOURNAL BOOK 1

    The Journal of William W. Cannon is in a bound leather book with pages marked up to 290 (each page number is pre-stamped in the top left-hand corner of each left page and the top right-hand corner of each right page). The entry for April 15, 1947 starts on page 1 [2] and the last entry is for December 31, 1948 and is on page 205. The first (unnumbered) page reads:
“Journal
    Wm. W. & Margery Cannon
    April 15, 1947 - October 25, 1948 - (MARGE)”

    On page 297 is “Record of Ordinances Performed.”
DATE    NAME                PLACE        ORDINANCE
8/31/47    Joseph Kaihe            Wailuku, Branch    Ordained Priest
12/7/47    Michael Melville Cannon        Wailuku, Branch    Blessed
3/14/48    Clinton Makekau            Wailuku, Branch    Ordained Teacher
3/28/48    Clarence Robt. Poole        Wailuku, Branch    Confirmed
6/6/48    Darrel Paul Kimo Christian    Kapaa, Branch        Blessed
6/26/48    Kauai  [3]               Kilauea Camp        Marriage
6/27/48    Palama (NM) [4]         Koloa Dist., Nomilo Beach    Marriage
7/4/48    Gwendolyn Noelani Reis        Kapaa Branch        Blessed
7/21/48    Jose Billedo            Kapaa Branch        Ord. Elder
8/3/48    George Kodama (NM)        Kalihi-Kai Branch    Marriage
8/20/48    Engacin F. Apilado (NM)        Kilauea        Marriage
8/21/48    David R. Harbottle (NM Honolulu)    Kapaa Branch    Marriage
8/25/48    Wm. Montgomery    Kapaa            Ord. Teacher
9/15/48    Kai On Soong    Kapaa            Ord. Priest
10/11/48    Thomas Loubet Sheldon    Kapaa            Confirmed
10/11/48    Marilyn Valdez    Kapaa            Confirmed
11/1/48    Lillian Kauuku (M) [5]    Honolulu Kalihi    Marriage
11/3/48    June Marie Husmann (NM)    Honolulu - Tab    Marriage
11/17/48    Simeon Bautista Jr.    Mauna Loa Molokai    Confirmed
11/21/48    Helene Nahealani Han    Hoolehua        Blessed
2/11/49    Charles Ernest Hiers (NM)    Honolulu - Tab    Marriage
2/24/49    Alice Chiquita McMaster    Honolulu - Tab    Baptized
3/16/49    Ethel Leinaala Pana (M) (Paia)    Honolulu - Tab    Marriage
[3/19/49        Honolulu - Tab    Marriage]

April 15, 1947 (Tuesday):

    We left Salt Lake with all of our baggage packed snuggily in the back of our 1933 Plymouth [6] and that day we drove to Wendover. Earlier in the day the family’s met at the church office building, where we were set apart by Spencer W. Kimball, of the Council of the Twelve [7],  and we later had lunch in the Empire Room of the Hotel Utah. Preston Nibley presented us with his new book - Three Witnesses of the Book of Mormon.

April 16, 1947 (Wednesday):

    Had a break down caused by universal joints of drive shaft giving way - traveled 23 miles into Battle Mountain, Nevada with car shaking terrifically. Was partially fixed by a drunk mechanic there, and this took us 120 miles into Lovelock where another mechanic had to re-do all the work. Stayed night in Reno, Nevada.

April 17, 1947 (Thursday):

    Drove from Reno into San Francisco - car made Donner pass without any trouble and then seemed to gain momentum as we approached San Francisco. We drove right to Matson line office and there found that we were placed in separate rooms and were very discouraged and so we went out to see President Ellsworth [8] of the California Mission to see if he could do anything for us - we got assurance that everything would be alright. He also got us reservations for the night at the Federal Hotel on Market Street.

April 18, 1947 (Friday):

    Went sightseeing in San Francisco, and sailed on S. S. Matsonia at 5:00 p.m. Sister Spafford and Simonsen of the Relief Society were aboard along with Elders Laycock and Russon going to Hawaiian Mission and Elders Hill, Lundgren, Lloyd, Carson and Welch of Central Pacific Mission [9].

April 23, 1947 (Friday to Wednesday):

    On board ship - enjoyed trip immensely - food was marvelous - slept wonderfully and it was a complete rest. Neither of us had any sea sickness, although the water was very rough the first day and night out. The second say out we were placed in a cabin together.

April 23, 1947 (Wednesday):

    Arrived in Honolulu at 9:00 A.M. and were greeted by a mixed chorus, and the Royal Hawaiian Band playing “Aloha Oe” - a very thrilling experience. Were also greeted by George Q. Cannon [10],  wife Irene and daughter Mary Jean. They let us take their car and we drove all over Honolulu and area. Went up to the Pali, Royal Hawaiian Hotel, and the Tabernacle. In the evening we went out to their beach and had a fine dinner. Several couples were there including Chauncey Cannon [11],  wife Florence and daughter Connie. Rushed in from party in George Q’s auto, and barely caught the Steamer bound for Kahului Maui. Pleasant night aboard.

April 24, 1947 (Thursday):

    Arrived in Kahului at 7:00 A.M. and were met by Pres. Castle H. Murphy [12] and we were worried not knowing what his attitude would be with regards to the coming of the baby. He drove us in his car up to mission headquarters in Wailuku, and we had a fine visit with him and his wife. We were very much impressed and relieved especially after we heard of his attitude toward having children in the field. He assigned us to a home in Waihee [13],  5 miles out of Wailuku. He also asked us to join him in conference at Hilo over the week end and we were pleased at that. The home in Waihee is very nice and Elder and Sister Cheney and Elders Bennett[14]  and Neeley comprise our housemates. We picked up our trunks and found out that we had brought too much with us and so we sorted through everything and were able to fill one trunk with things that we would not use - in preparation for sending it home.

April 25, 1947 (Friday):

    Flew from Maui to Hilo and during evening attended dinner given in honor of Pres. and Sis. Murphy[15]  in Hilo Hotel. We were assigned to Hilo Mission Home during our stay.

April 27, 1947 (Sunday):

    Attended meetings of Island Conference. The first meeting alone was worth the trip - it was a testimony meeting of all the officers and missionaries of the Island. The leaders of the people have powerful faith. One of the local brothers invited all of the missionaries to dinner at Wo Chong’s Chinese restaurant - it must have cost him well over $100 to feed the group of about 35. The food was not to my taste, and I had a difficult time downing any of it. Afterwards we went to a drugstore and bought sandwiches to fill up the corners in our stomachs.

April 28, 1947 (Monday):

    Sis’s Spafford and Simonsen arrived in Hilo to have a meeting with local sisters. Attended meeting in evening and heard testimony of woman who was washed out to sea in the tidal wave and stayed afloat on a door for more than a day. She was saved from sharks by her garments.

April 29, 1947 (Tuesday):

Traveled around the Island of Hawaii in car with Mrs. Ralph Murray, her daughter, Warya, Sis’s Spafford and Simonsen and ourselves. Visited Kilauea volcanoe and lava flows and saw many beautiful sights. Stayed all night in near waterless mission home in Kailua, Kona. Ate in famed Kona Inn.

April 30, 1947 (Wednesday):

    Continued our trip around the Island - drove through Parker ranch - visited Akkaka Falls - where Marsden Durham[16]  was killed, and there we were drenched by rain.

May 1, 1947 (Thursday):

    Flew from Hilo back to Maui with Sis’s Spafford and Simonsen - met at plane by Pres. and Sis. Murphy and they took us to Kaludin School to witness colorful May day or Lei day celebration. During the afternoon I studied for about 5 hours.

May 2, 1947 (Friday):

    Went out tracting with Elder Cheney[17]  for about 5 hours - had several interesting conversations. People would rather agree with us than cause an argument. Met an old Chinese fellow who remembered being visited by Richard Wells in 1915. Later in the afternoon I studied for several hours. In evening we went to see “Undercurrent” with Katherine Hepburn and Robert Taylor.

May 3, 1947 (Saturday):

    Did a large 3 weeks washing - Studied and napped in the afternoon. In the evening we went to our first luau - the pork was delicious as was coconut pudding. I managed to gulp a bit of poi down, but on my last try, I got too much and I didn’t think I’d make it, but I did. The lomi-lomi salmon was alright, but my mind rebelled at the eating of the other raw fish. I did taste it though just to say that I had.

May 4, 1947 (Sunday):

    Attended Waihee Branch for Priesthood, Sunday School, and Fast meeting. Originally scheduled to go out to Waikapu, but it was cancelled due to breakdown of mission car. I closed with prayer in Sunday School, blessed the sacrament and bore my testimony as did Marg. Also assisted in ordaining a young boy to the office of deacon (Akuna boy). In the evening we had a fireside at the Waihee mission home. Was much impressed with the people’s musical ability - most of the evening was taken up in their singing native songs and we enjoyed it very much.

May 5, 1947 (Monday):

    Attended a missionary meeting in the mission office and new assignments were handed out. We were assigned to the Mission office to take care of the  records and books[18]  and our quarters assignment was changed from Waihee to Wailuku[19]  next to the mission office. At first I was very much disappointed at this, but after thinking it over, I am sure that it will be best. The office experience is just what I need. Many of the missionaries were disgusted, and show poor spirit in their disappointment. There seems to be a lot of discontent among the missionaries here.

May 6, 1947 (Tuesday):

    Had our first real day in the office and spent most of our time trying to make the Maui District tithing and fast offering records balance. This afternoon we went swimming at the Waichu beach - enjoyed it much.

May 7, 1947 (Wednesday):

    So peeved with set up and with petty dealings going on that when we came back home, I decided to fast and pray. During evening, had a get together with a group of some of Saints from Waihee singing.

May 8, 1947 (Thursday):
    
    Day at work in the office, and during evening, we went to the home of Bro. Ezell where a party was given in honor of Sis Croft who is leaving soon for the mainland. Had marvelous suchiachi [sukiyaki] cooked over charcoal.

May 9, 1947 (Friday):

    Day at work in the office, where mission books were handed over to us. Sleepy and so we went to bed early.

May 10, 1947 (Saturday):

    Did washing in morning, and then during afternoon we went up for a hike up the canyon in Waihee with Elder and Sis Cheney, Elder Neeley, Beverly and Kenny Akuna. Kenny picked us some coconuts, and we had a light brunch. During evening, I studied.

May 11, 1947 (Sunday):

    Attended Priesthood and Mothers day program in Sunday School at Wailuku. I gave a talk, “A tribute to mother,” and Marg played the piano for several choral nos. After Sunday School, Bro & Sis Sol. Moikeha[20]  drove us out to Waihee and on way out they bought us some lemon pie and ice cream. At the Waihee Chapel, they had a luau - the usual poi, lomi-lomi salmon, and coconut pudding, along with duck egg sandwiches, jerk beef, and soda pop. I managed to keep a little of the poi down with the help of the soda water and the strong garlic taste of the jerk beef. In the afternoon we attended Union Meeting in Wailuku, and then returned to Waihee where we spent evening in leisure.

    A poem titled “Mother” was found with some of Dad’s papers. It appears it may have been given as part of Dad’s Mother’s Day talk. It was also sent to Grandmother Cannon as it states: “Thursday is your birthday Mom[.][21]  Many happy returns of the day to the best mother that ever lived…This letter written Sunday May 11, 1947 to Mom and Pop with the poem enclosed” and signed “Bill and Marg.” The poem is as follows:

A tribute to the finest lady in the land
Could be played by the nation’s greatest band
And it would represent in a very small measure
How wonderful my mother is, and what a treasure

The load has been heavy that she’s had to bear
And she hasn’t shirked, nor neglected our care
For this has contributed to her pay
Of watching we children develop each day

Her mission has been a work of love
She taught me to pray to our Father above
And at first when I’d get on bended knee
Her help enabled me clearly to see

From childhood to present day I have sought
My mother’s opinion and her thought
And no matter how different or large my task
I’ve found her wisdom helpful - it’s paid to ask

And though now we are separated by the sea
My mother is still an inspiration to me
For every few days I get her letter
And each one makes me better and better
I was an infant when her love first came
And now I’m a man it’s still the same
Reverently now I speak of  her
My ever loving Mother

May 12, 1947 (Monday):

    Spent day moving to Wailuku and was impressed at how much time it requires to get things done around here. In the afternoon, I went down to get the car and was told to come back later - when I went back, I found that all the gas had been drained out, and the battery cable was disconnected and also the battery was dead. Besides, the glove compartment had been rifled, and glasses, flashlight and other things were all lifted out. Finally managed to get underway. During evening, all missionaries of the area went to a delicious home cooked Chinese dinner at Bro. Sam Ako’s home. Was much more appetizing than the dinner at Wo Chong’s 2 weeks previous.

May 13, 1947 (Tuesday):

    Due to remodeling of office, we were sent out for our first tracting together, and we surely were discouraged. Most of the Hawaiian people just nod their heads and say yes to everything. The Portuguese say “I’m a Catholic” and close their minds. I hope that I can overcome my dislike for tracting. It seems to me that there should be a more effective means of reaching the people. During evening, we drove out to Honokohna, and had a wonderful dinner of Suckiachi [sukiyaki] steak at the home of Bro. Matthias. It was an interesting drive. We also went to the place in Lahaina where Grandfather walked and talked with the Savior[22].  I could feel that it was sacred ground.

May 14, 1947 (Wednesday):

    Went to a Dr. Yee to have my eyes tested and he prescribed glasses to the tune of $20. Worked in the office all day but felt discouraged all day.

May 15, 1947 (Thursday):

    Marg’s birthday - everything seemed to go better than usual - office work was not so much of a drain on either of us. Marg first noticed a back ache and the development of her girth is now noticeable. In the afternoon, Sis Afoon Kamauoha[23]  insisted that we come over for some chop suey, noodles and other Chinese food. Luckily, Marg had an excuse for not eating. I ate and enjoyed it more than usual. By the time I leave the Islands, I will probably be able to eat most anything. After dinner, we went over to a social in the Wailuku Chapel given in honor of Sis Murphy by the West Maui District Relief Society. Food was served and we ate again. After this affair we drove out to Waihee and had a get together with some of the missionaries - showed pictures and talked.

May 16, 1947 (Friday):

    A very warm day, not much to do in the office. We drove out to Kihei in the afternoon to take over a Religious Education Class. It was an interesting side out - when we arrived, we found a class of from 15 to 20 ranging from 6 to 15 years - and Marg held their attention for the better part of an hour.

May 17, 1947 (Saturday):

    Awoke early and did washing, and then during the afternoon, went out to the Kihei beach and enjoyed a swim in the ocean. In the evening, we went to a luau at the home of David Keala in honor of his one year old son - ate a little more poi than last time. After that we all went to a show.

May 18, 1947 (Sunday):

    Pres. Murphy awoke me at 6:00 A.M. because his car had broken down and I drove him out to Oloalu, a town this side of Lahaina so that he could perform a baptism. We attended Sunday School at Waikapu, and though the attendance was very small, the spirit was very large. In the evening, we spoke at Kahului. I spoke on faith, and Marg spoke on testimony. After that we attended an open house for people from Laie at Sis. Afoon’s.

May 20, 1947 (Tuesday):

    A busy day in the office closing out the books in preparation for Pres Smiths arrival. The Moikeha family visited us during the evening.

May 21, 1947 (Wednesday):

    Spent a full day working on books. Pres Smith[24]  arrived in Honolulu, and Pres Murphy flew over to meet him. In evening we attended a chicken dinner in Murphy’s honor prior to departure. It was a fine affair.

May 22, 1947 (Thursday):

    Worked until about 8:00 PM in office on books, and then went down to boat to see Murphy off.

May 23, 1947 (Friday):

    In the evening we went to a cottage meeting at the home of Bro. Kekoami in Waihee. When we arrived, we found his son Henry sick and so the women went in and had the meeting, and Elder Cheney and I rode in to get the Dr. When we came back the boy was much better. Later we had refreshments and again it was difficult for me to eat any thing. 

Footnotes:
[1] This has been typed up and put together by Bob Cannon, son of William and Margery Cannon. I struggled with whether to refer to them and my grandparents by their formal names, or by their names as I knew them, and ultimately decided on the latter. Therefore, at times I refer to Bill and Marg as “Dad” and “Mom,” to Edwin and Luella Cannon as “Grandfather Cannon” and “Grandmother Cannon,” and to Horace and Ethel Sorensen as “Pop” and “Tutu.” When Dad was called to preside over the Hawaii Honolulu Mission, beginning in July 1975, I went with them as an 18 year old, having just graduated from high school. I went to BYU-Hawaii for a year, before going on my own mission, but had the opportunity to travel the islands with Mom and Dad and to meet many of the people they knew on their first mission in 1947 to 1949. I have inserted, in footnotes, some of my own experiences with these same people taken from my journal during that later period. Dad’s mission journals, which I found after his death, are a treasure that I felt needed to be shared with the entire family.

[2] Dad completed a book, Beachheads in Micronesia: A View of the Proselyting Efforts of Mormon Missionaries Who Followed the Liberating Campaigns of Military Forces of the United States in Micronesia  (hereafter “Beachheads”) in 1997. In it he referenced his first Hawaiian Mission several times. He prefaces his mission as follows: “I was chosen as a disciple to open my mouth and share ‘the voice of warning’ to the people of Hawaii in 1947. The hostilities of World War II had ceased in August of 1945. I was released to inactive duty in the Naval Reserve in midsummer of 1946, was married in September of 1946, and about seven months after that, Sister Cannon and I accepted a call to serve as missionaries in Hawaii. The impact of World War II on Hawaii and its people was still fresh when we arrived in April of 1947. We became witnesses of some deprivation of the island people through shared war stories. Abandoned military barracks were plentiful. Some people we associated with became keys to future establishment of the restored gospel in Micronesia. Approximately twenty-six years after our release as Hawaiian missionaries, Sister Cannon and I were called to return to Hawaii and preside over the Hawaii Honolulu Mission in July of 1975.” Beachheads, p. 2.

[3]  Sister Hualu was one of the parties (see entry for June 26, 1948).

[4]  Iris Evelyn Palama and Martin Hornstine (see entry for June 27, 1948). “NM” appears to mean “non-member.”

[5]  Married Leroy L. Silvo, also a member (see entry for November 1, 1948).

[6]  The 1933 two-door Plymouth sedan was referred to as the “green thing” (see entries for October 18, 1947, January 12 and February 26, 1948, January 15, 1949, and a Mother’s Day Tribute from Dad to Mom in 1999 (“Mother’s Day Tribute”)).

[7] Dad related to me that after his uncle (and the man after whom Dad was named), William Tenney Cannon, returned home from Hawaii, where he served as director of the Visitor’s Center at the Hawaii Temple, he contacted David O. McKay, then a counselor to President George Albert Smith, and told him that teachers were needed in the Religious Instruction program in Hawaii. He suggested that his nephew, Bill Cannon, would be perfect for the job. President McKay issued a call to Mom and Dad to teach in the Religious Instruction program in Hawaii. When Dean Taylor of the Engineering program at the University of Utah found out (Dad was teaching engineering mechanics at the University), he lobbied Grandmother and Grandfather Cannon with the idea that Dad could do more good by teaching at the University and getting a Ph.D, than by going to Hawaii. Dad felt he wanted to do something for the Church and despite some pressure not to go, he and Mom decided to go to Hawaii. He was promised there would be a position for him in the engineering department at the University when he got back.

   In Beachheads, Dad stated: “We had been called to teach in the LDS Hawaiian Religious Education program. Shortly after our call, which was to have begun at the end of the ’46-’47 school year, we learned that we were to be blessed with our first child. We sought out Elder Harold B. Lee, of the Council of the Twelve, for direction. He suggested that we proceed with our mission and begin our service earlier than planned. At the time, I was on the faculty at the University of Utah, and so, with Elder Lee’s blessing, we left for Hawaii in April 1947, after the end of the winter quarter.” Beachheads, p. 6.

    In his Mother’s Day Tribute, Dad stated the following: “We had received our mission call to Hawaii in December, and then discovered that Marg was pregnant…We made an appointment to see Elder Harold B. Lee of the Quorum of Twelve to get direction…After hearing of our plight, he suggested that we proceed with our plan and have our baby in the mission field. The implications of this were very sobering…”

   Mom says they were set apart as missionaries even though they were sent to work in the Religious Education program, which was one hour of released time for religious instruction for school children of all ages. They had about three days of preparation in Salt Lake before leaving for their mission.

[8]  German E. Ellsworth was the father of Dr. Homer Ellsworth, who delivered the last five of Mom’s children (Wendy, Bob, Merilee, Chris and Matt). “He told us that we would likely be separated and assigned to separate companions once we arrived in Hawaii. [A married couple that later came into the mission, the Ellis’s, were assigned to separate islands, he to Molokai and she to Maui (see entries for December 4 and 24, 1947).] He was understanding and supportive, but this left us on edge. This was compounded when we found that we were assigned to separate staterooms on board ship. Marg…let it be known that these travel arrangements were unacceptable to her. [She was fearful of being seasick, because of her pregnancy, in a stateroom with two other strangers.] We were ultimately united in a stateroom of our own. There was a telephone strike and we were unable to call home. We wavered, and had we been able to call for help and sympathy, we may have succumbed to pressure and given up. We both grew up at that moment, and we proceeded to embark upon an adventure that would change our lives.” Mother’s Day Tribute.

[9] The Central Pacific Mission was headquartered in Honolulu and had previously been called the Japanese Mission in Hawaii. President Heber J. Grant was one of the missionaries who opened Japan to proselyting in 1901. In the next 23 years, only 176 baptisms had been performed in Japan when the Oriental Exclusion Law was passed and relations between the United States and Japan were strained and the LDS Church pulled all of the missionaries out of Japan. When President Grant organized the Oahu Stake in Honolulu on June 30, 1935, the first stake to be organized outside of continental North America, he was introduced to nine Hawaii Japanese, or Americans of Japanese Ancestry (AJAs) as they were called, who were baptized members of the Church the day before. Pres. Grant confirmed each of these nine AJAs as members of the Church. He was a guest of Japanese members in Laie and Honolulu and attended ethnic Sabbath schools in Honolulu in both Japanese and Chinese. While in the islands, Pres. Grant talked with Castle Murphy, then the Mission President, about reopening the Japanese Mission in Hawaii. The idea was that Hawaii was the most favorable place for the Church to make its next effort to preach the gospel to the Japanese people and that a strong colony of Japanese Saints in Hawaii could operate from there into their homeland in a way that might bring many Japanese to a knowledge of Christianity and the restored Gospel. In February 1947, Hilton A. Robertson arrived in Honolulu as the first president of the Japanese Mission in Hawaii. Elders and Sisters in the mission were encouraged to learn Japanese, but it was almost unnecessary as most of the converts were young Japanese who spoke English. As the missionary force increased, it became necessary to coordinate the work of the Japanese Mission, the Hawaiian Mission and the Oahu Stake, to avoid duplication and interference. When elders of the Hawaiian Mission contacted AJAs interested in the Church, they transferred the teaching over to the Japanese Mission and vice versa. When Edward L. Clissold was named mission president in 1942, he changed the name of the mission to the Central Pacific Mission as the term “Japanese” was held in derision following the bombing of Pearl Harbor in 1941. In 1947, the CPM had 66 missionaries and 15 baptisms. In 1948, 89 missionaries and 52 baptisms, and in 1949, the CPM had 77 missionaries and 67 baptisms. In 1948, Edward L. Clissold went to Japan to reopen missionary work there and on April 1, 1950, the Central Pacific Mission and Hawaiian Mission were merged into one mission, the Hawaii Mission. Britsch, R. Lanier, Moramona: The Mormons in Hawaii, Laie: The Institute for Polynesian Studies, 1989 (hereafter “Moramona”), pp. 154-165.

[10] George Quayle Cannon was Dad’s first cousin, one of 7 children of his Uncle William Tenney Cannon (who recommended Mom and Dad for the mission and who helped Grandfather Cannon get started in Salt Lake Stamp Co.). He was a descendant of Eliza Tenney, the third wife of George Q. Cannon, and was one of Dad’s closest cousins (most other cousins were descended through one of the other wives of George Q. Cannon). George Q. was age 38 at the time and had three children, Mary, Vance and George Quayle Cannon III. Vance, who was just 8 years old at this time, later was our Bishop in the Lanakila Ward in Honolulu when Dad went back as Mission President in 1975. He interviewed me for the Melchizedek Priesthood and I hometaught with him. See a later reference to Vance on October 30, 1948.

[11] Chauncey Llewellyn Cannon was another of Dad’s first cousins, one of 2 children of his Uncle Read Tenney Cannon. He was also a descendant of Eliza Tenney, the third wife of George Q. Cannon, and another of Dad’s closest cousins. Eliza only had three children: Read, William and Edwin, Dad’s father. Therefore, at this time, there were three grandchildren of Eliza, one from each of her sons, all living in the Hawaiian Islands. Chauncey was age 43 at the time. I met Chauncey when Dad went back as Mission President. My journal entry for March 7, 1976 states: “The family took a trip over to see Chauncey and Florence Cannon. He needs to go into a nursing home so they will probably move to Boulder, Colo. and stay with their daughter…After looking at Chauncey, I also got the urge to force myself into physical shape, so that I can avoid disabling influences and be more fit to ward off illness. I don’t ever want my wife to have to take care of me.”

[12] There is an autobiography by Castle Murphy titled: Castle of Zion, Hawaii: Autobiography and Episodes From the Life of Castle Murphy, Missionary to Hawaii (Deseret Book, 1963) Pres. Murphy served as mission president in Hawaii from 1931 to 1936 and 1944 to 1947. In 1944, Pres. Murphy also served as president of the Central Pacific Mission (until Pres. Weenig was called in 1946) and of the Hawaii Temple. Mormamona, pp. 160, 201-202.

[13] The home in Waihee had three bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. They shared it with another missionary couple and a set of Sister missionaries. Mom says they had plenty of privacy.

[14]  Donald E. Bennett of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada (see names and addresses in Journal 2).

[15] Mom says that Sister Verna Murphy was very quiet and quite obese. She probably weighed more than 300 pounds.

[16]  Before going to Hawaii, Mom and Dad visited Marsden Durham’s mother. Dad was a good friend of Marsden’s brother, Wayne. She told them that Marsden, while a chaplain, visited Akaka Falls and stepped over the guardrail to get a closer picture of the falls. He slipped and fell to his death. His mother mourned terribly and eventually Marsden appeared to her and told her to quit mourning. He said he was happy, busy, and where he needed to be. His mother asked Mom and Dad to take a picture of Akaka Falls for her, which they did.

[17] The Cheneys were another couple in the Released Time program. They had a 2 1/2 year old daughter with them. When Dad went out doing proselyting, Mom rarely went with him, except for an occasional cottage meeting in the evening. It was felt to be inappropriate for a pregnant woman to be doing that kind of work. Dad usually went with someone else in the office. The missionaries at this time did go about in pairs, and couples usually worked together. The missionaries had to wear straw hats, white shirts, ties and coats. They could go swimming and they could see movies, although the movies then were the equivalent of a “G” rating. Mom does not remember any type of “discussions” or tracts. They learned the gospel and taught as they thought best.

[18] Dad told me that because of his training at Harvard, in the Navy Supply School, President Murphy assigned him to be Mission Secretary and Mom continued to teach in the Religious Instruction Program. In Beachheads (p. 6) he indicates they were doing “religious education in the elementary schools in Wailuku and other nearby towns” and “used materials that were prepared by Brother Frank McGhie’s LDS Hawaiian Religious Education office in Honolulu. [Mom also prepared some visual aids and other activity type material.] This lasted until school ended in early June, and the program was then discontinued because of decisions outlawing religious instruction in public educational facilities.” See the entry for May 16, 1947 where there were 15 to 20 children ranging in age from 6 to 15. Mom does not recall teaching (although entries for May 16, 1947 and June 3, 1947 appear otherwise, and other entries show they attended schools, but make no allusion to teaching [see June 3, August 27, August 29,  October 4, November 30, 1947; and February 1, March 5, April 27, April 29, May 6, May 13,  May 27, May 31, June 3, and June 9, 1948]). Entries for October 3 and November 30, 1947 mention Frank McGhie. Mom recalls mainly preparing materials for use in instruction by others. When the U.S. Supreme Court issued the ruling forbidding prayer in schools, the Religious Education program was abolished (see entry for April 27, 1948) and Mom and Dad were pulled into the regular proselyting mission.

[19] The home in Wailuku was more of a shack and was on the same grounds as the Mission Home and the Mission Office (three buildings in all). They could see daylight underneath the doors and there were cracks between the wall boards. These allowed ready access to spiders and cockroaches. Other office missionaries lived nearby, but Mom and Dad lived alone. Their bedroom was barely large enough to fit a bed. They had a small kitchen with a sink, refrigerator, and a counter with cupboards above and below, enclosed by fabric instead of doors.  There was a large avocado tree in the backyard. Dad loved avocados.

   Of this home, Dad said: “We lived in a home adjacent to the Maui County Courthouse and offices. The Maui County Office building had been built on the site where Judge Jonatana Napela had lived with his family when he befriended one of the first missionaries to Hawaii, Elder George Q. Cannon, my grandfather. Elder Cannon later translated the Book of Mormon into Hawaiian with the assistance of Brother Napela. We sensed a special aura connected with this location…” Beachheads, p. 7.

   “Marg was a picture of faith as we survived some unusual housing arrangements and changes in our missionary assignment. Her only complaints came from coping with the bug-life. During her pregnancy, she suffered through warm weather with no air conditioning other than a hand held fan. I can see her even now with her hair braided and tied on top of her head to keep it off her neck and shoulders, with maternity dress covering a bulging abdomen, perspiring and fanning herself. But, I do not recall her ever complaining about her physical discomfort of that ordeal.” Mother’s Day Tribute.

   In a letter to the family, dated March 31, 2001, Mom stated the following: “…most of you know how I am about spiders. I can’t even touch a picture of one. I like to blame my twin brother, Maynard. When we were in the fourth grade, he put a daddy-long-legs down the neck of my dress. Even now I shudder thinking about it’s creepy legs struggling against my skin. The ultimate challenge came on our first mission to Hawaii. We were living in a small frame house with a few spaces between the boards, and larger spaces under both doors where uninvited creatures crept in at all hours -- cockroaches, geckos (small lizards which I loved) and yes, cane spiders. These were as large as an adult hand with fingers spread apart. Not hairy like tarantulas. Their bodies were smaller and their legs were smooth. They were very fast-moving and liked to hide. When we came home after dark Bill had to search the place before I would come in. Once, when I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I pulled the string on the ceiling light to turn it off before crawling into bed. I know it had to be Father in Heaven who had me take a closer look (I was close to calling it quits and going home to mother). There in the bed, smack in my body-spot, was a huge one. I’d have joined him if I hadn’t taken that second glance. Of course, I screamed, and scared the spider as well as Bill. I insisted that we find him, wherever he went, but we never did. Give me a star for courage. I slept in that bed all night. I won’t go into detail about the one I discovered on the inside of the sink as I leaned over to get a drink, or the one that was hiding in our curtained dish cupboard, or the ones that Bill captured in a quart bottle with their legs touching top and bottom and the sides. Nor will I detail the flying cockroaches that were from 1 1/2 to 2 inches long, or the time that I laid Michael on our dim-lit bed and saw a scorpion scoot away. I endured the first three months before I decided I could stay.”

[20] In July 1989, a talk was given by Glorian Akau titled: “The Maui Mo’ikeha and Extended family: Direct Lineages” at a meeting held at the Kahului Stake Center (found on the internet at www.nanilaie.com/MPHS/Proceedings/Akau89.htm). The article goes into some detail on the posterity of James and Annie Moikeha who lived in Wailuku, Maui. It shares a letter written by Castle H. Murphy to the Church News about his call of eight members of the Moikeha family to part-time missions on February 19, 1945. This was following the bombing of Pearl Harbor and a resultant reduction in the missionary force in the Hawaiian Islands to eight missionaries. Dad’s journal references the Moikeha family many times and specifically references Annie (December 2, 1948); Daniel (September 10, 1947 and January 1 and March 9, 1948); Solomon (May 5, May 11, May 26 and July 11, 1947 and February 2, April 16, October 23, November 30 and December 1, 1948); Jubilee (December 7, 1947 and February 25, 1949); and Amy (February 28 and April 15 and December 9, 1948).

     In Beachheads, Dad points out how James Moikeha was instrumental in getting the gospel introduced on the island of Palau in Micronesia: “I met James Moikeha while he was flying to Saipan and learned that he was manager of the Continental Hotel on Palau. This was the entrée I had been praying for as I sought a key to opening Palau…I felt very close to his family in Maui, Hawaii, because of having been associated with them on our first mission. Jimmy was a very talented and appealing teenager then. I sensed that he had not been active in the Church in recent years, but I asked if he would assist in getting missionaries established on Palau, and he readily agreed to this…(pp. 86-87). On February 17, 1986, Mom received a letter from Nona Dyer, a daughter of LeGrande Richards and a neighbor and member of their ward, postmarked in Kwajalein. It stated: “Do you remember a Jimmy Moikeha from Hawaii? He said he knew you from your days as Hawaiian missionaries; he was a teenager then. He said he saw you again when you were back as mission presidents, on Saipan or somewhere like that. I guess he wasn’t active then, and you or Bill asked him to do something for the church. He said he did, and he’s been active ever since. Now he’s on Truk, the (very successful) manager of the Truk Continental and the mainstay of the Church there (he’s actually the district clerk), one of the most respected members of the Truk community and a devoted Church member. We were there for a district conference and heard Jimmy talk on the theme ‘I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ.’ It was very moving to see such a good man who really isn’t ashamed, and to recognize just how important to the Church on Truk it is that he is now.” (p. 150)

[21]  Thursday was May 15, 1947 and Edith Luella Wareing Cannon was born May 15, 1888.

[22]  See entries for July 24, 1947 and March 15, 1948.

[23] Afoon lived across the street from the Mission Home in Wailuku. The home was quite nice for the islands at that time. She often boarded visiting general authorities and had a massive four poster bed, made of koa wood, that had been slept in by various Presidents of the Church and general authorities. Her husband was dead and she would take charge and order other people around to get things done. Dinners at her home were often picnic (or potluck) style with other people bringing in the food. Her daughters were also good cooks. Afoon later visited Mom and Dad several times in Salt Lake. I met Afoon on July 23, 1975, while an 18 year old in Hawaii. My journal reads: “Mom woke me up at 8:30 to drive Afoon to get some I.D. I drove her clear past Farrington High School past some Bishop Museum. We found out the place was by Iolani Palace. She couldn’t even remember her father’s name. She had to get a birth certificate. We were there till 12:30. Finally we got out of there. I was pretty P.O’D. She is the most scatter brained, loud mouthed, talkative person I have ever met.” In a letter to Spencer Kamauoha, dated October 13, 1997, Dad responded to a request for his written recollections of the “bed of the apostles.” Mom and Dad slept in it at least once, Tutu at least once, and Grandmother and Grandfather Cannon slept in it a couple of nights in March of 1948. He then shared the following story: “I remember one specific incident when I stayed with Afoon when traveling alone as a counselor to E. Wesley Smith, President of the Hawaii Mission. This was after the mission office was moved to Honolulu and I was in Wailuku on a matter of business, for one day. I stayed with Afoon the one night. As I was getting ready for bed, she asked that I get in my pajamas and come out of the bedroom into another room and have an icecream sundae with her and Ululani. I had to tell her that I didn’t have any pajamas, just my underwear. I therefore put on my trousers and came out in stocking feet. The date of this incident was in approximately February of 1949. This was a defining moment in my travel and as a result, have never gone without pajamas whenever there was a chance I would be a guest in the home of a patron.”

Monday, December 11, 2023

Margery S. Cannon - My Funeral Talk

My mother, Margery S. Cannon, died on November 13, 2023. I spoke at her funeral and gave the following talk:
 
Mom and I both loved animals. She embraced every bird, reptile or mammal I brought home. There were many nights she was up in the middle of the night feeding baby birds with an eye dropper while I slept. I don’t recall her ever saying no to an animal I brought home. She was my enabler.

I don’t have time to go into any details, but I had a baby magpie, pigeon,  sparrow hawk and raven, all out of the nest; a baby saw whet owl, ground squirrel and jackrabbit, that I captured; a mail order raccoon and ferret; a purchased hamster, domesticated rats and golden retriever; and various other animals I caught, such as a tarantula, tiger salamanders, mudpuppies, chuckwallas, gopher snakes, garter snakes, toads, lizards and horny toads.

Our move to Hawaii, after my senior year of high school, pretty much ended my pet experience with Mom. After my mission I married Judy and four years later we moved to California where we have lived for 41 years. We would see Mom and Dad about twice a year and had fairly regular phone calls.

After Dad died, about 21 years ago, Mom had no experience with handling finances and often looked to me for help. Mom had many tearful crises with stock fluctuations and ultimately she sold them all. Then, over time, she came to believe that our country, and the bank system were going to fail, and that she needed to get her money out of the bank. She was stashing money in her dresser drawers and her freezer and wanted to invest the rest in gold and silver. About every six weeks I would get a call from Mom about some variation of the above and it began to feel like a perpetual groundhog day, which frustrated both of us. I tried to talk her out of her proposals and started feeling like “downer Bob.” I really knew she’d about had it with me when earlier this year she asked me if I was a democrat? That spoke volumes.

I thought about what I could do to improve my interactions with Mom. Mom told me, “no one likes to visit the nursing home because it is boring. It is full of old people that are getting ready to die.” There was truth in her observation, so I decided to invite her out of the nursing home for a day trip, just the two of us. I was concerned she would find it boring, but it was worth a try. On May 5th of this year I picked up Mom at Legacy House for a trip to Antelope Island. Near the Ladyfinger Campground Mom spotted some pronghorn antelope near the car. 
We were both very excited. Awhile later we found two great-horned owls in the rafters of an open barn near the buffalo round-up site. 
We drove around the east end of the island and saw quite a few bison, then went beyond the Fielding Garr Ranch and found the road open to the south end of the island, a road I’d never seen open before. We drove down a bouncy, rutted, dirt road and saw many birds, including meadowlarks which reminded us that Dad used to say they were singing, “Salt Lake City is a pretty little place.” 
On the way back we saw various ducks, grebes and gulls along the Causeway. Then we drove to Chuck-A-Rama in Draper where we joined three of my siblings and my daughter, and their children. I got Mom home that night after a long day and she seemed genuinely happy to have been with me. I felt it was the best day I’d had with Mom since leaving for my mission 47 years before.

I wanted to do it again, but I was afraid it would be too much of a good thing. Then I ran across an August 8th blog post by Jeff Strong, the Bear River Blogger, titled “Bird Photography and Nature Blogging May Never Be the Same for Me Anymore.” Jeff talked about the passing of his mother who used to accompany him 2 to 3 times per week, for several hours at a time, on the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge Auto Route. He noted, “These drives soon became a cherished activity in their own right…where my mom and I could just go and have fun.” That article struck a chord with me and I thought, maybe Mom would like some more excursions.

Shortly after reading Jeff Strong’s blog post, I called and asked Mom if she would spend another two days with me, September 21 and 22. The day before I left home to drive to Utah, Mom’s twin brother Maynard died. I called four or five times that day and she never picked up the phone. I was afraid the death of Maynard would send her in a downhill spiral and I believe ultimately it did. However, the next day, as I was getting ready to leave home, I was relieved when Merilee told me Mom was looking forward to seeing me.

On September 21 I picked up Mom from Legacy House and we headed for Brigham City to visit the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge, Jeff Strong’s domain. It was a cold, rainy day and we mostly kept our windows up. We drove the 12 mile Auto Route, a dirt road. It was a poor day for birding, but we saw a few and Mom was excited to see them.

After we finished our drive we drove to Maddox Drive-Inn in Brigham City, a place we had visited several times as a family after boating at Willard Bay. We sat in our car and ordered from a car-hop and ate food under an overhang, while the rain poured down.

Then we drove to Antelope Island. There we saw the great horned owls again, saw six pronghorns in a group, some distance away, which Mom said was her favorite view of the day, and a few bison. Then we headed for Chuck-A-Rama, this time in Lehi, where we met my daughter and my granddaughters for dinner.

I picked up Mom again the next day. We drove through Tooele and out through Rush Valley and over a small mountain range where we saw a mother mule deer and two large fawns. We watched them for several minutes and Mom was thrilled. Eventually we reached the Dugway Proving Ground and took a dirt road south into the desert.

We stopped about 75 yards from a car watching a wild horse at quite some distance. 
Mom was in the right front seat with the window down and I got out of the car with my camera. The horse began to walk directly toward us, right past Mom and around the front of our car, I could almost touch it. 
The people ahead of us were standing by their vehicle, agog that we were getting this incredibly good view. Mom was ecstatic.

We moved on and saw some pronghorns which started to run off as we approached. 
But one walked up a dirt road we were stopped by and took some drinks out of a small puddle. Mom’s car window was open and she called the little pronghorn several times in her sweet, crackly voice. I stopped my first impulse which was to tell Mom to be quiet as she was going to scare the pronghorn. 
Her voice seemed to have a soothing effect and the pronghorn did not run away. It looked up and stared right at Mom, about 15 feet away. This was a magical moment, even more magical than the wild horse that had just walked right past us.

We drove on and could see 40 or 50 wild horses, spread out. 
Some of the horses were stunningly beautiful. One, in particular, had a black and gray mane, a coat of chestnut and grayish white splotches with brown and black legs. I’d never seen a horse like it.
Mom proclaimed that she was hungry. So we turned back. In Stansbury Park we stopped at Dominos Pizza and ordered a large veggie pizza with added Italian sausage. While we waited for it to cook, I bought tortilla chips, seven layer dip and a cheese ball. Mom dug into the chips, particularly with the seven layer dip, and then had two big slices of the pizza when it was ready. Mom normally ate like a bird, but this day, she ate like me.  
 
I spent the night at my daughters’ and the next day on my drive home I got a call from Mom thanking me for taking her out for the two days. She said, “you and I share a love of animals and this allowed me to get to know you again.” I felt closer to Mom than I had since leaving home for my mission. That was just a month and a half before she died. I will always cherish those three days with my Mom.

Before I give up my spot, I would like to publicly thank my sister, Merilee, for the love and care she gave to Mom. She got paid for some of what she did, but it was overwhelmingly a labor of love, a service which because of logistics and temperament, I and many other members of our family, could not have provided. For that, Merilee, I owe you a debt of gratitude.

Saturday, December 9, 2023

Mary Alice Barnes Pearson - My Funeral Talk

My cousin, Mary Alice Barnes Pearson, was the daughter of my father's sister, Mary Cannon Barnes. She died on April 7, 2012 and I spoke at her funeral. My talk was as follows:

Last Friday morning when I learned that Mary Alice had died, I was absolutely devastated, not only because Mary had become a close friend, but also because of the vast quantity of family history information she carried inside her head.

Mary is my first cousin, someone I have known all of my life. But six or seven years ago, because of some family history projects I was involved with, I started to have consistent contact with her.

Mary was the de facto custodian of our family’s records. She has been collecting newspaper articles, obituaries, engagement and wedding announcements, photographs, family newsletters and similar items for the descendants of our second great grandparents, George and Ann Cannon, for many years. She has retained letters from our great grandparents; journals, calendar notes and photographs from our grandparents; and stacks and stacks of letters written by our parents. Thank you Mary for preserving  these foundational documents of our family’s history.

Mary has been collecting genealogical information for years. She estimated that she has nearly 19,000 listed descendants for George and Ann Cannon and that she is still missing several thousand. She also estimated that she has about 3,500 listed ancestors of George and Ann Cannon. Thank you Mary for carrying the burden of this research which we have all been encouraged to do.

A number of years ago she mentioned to me that she was working on a project to catalogue the missions and educational backgrounds of the George Cannon descendants. But she was actually recording virtually all of the information included in a typical obituary. I indicated a willingness to assist her, which she took me up on. I set up a spreadsheet and she started to send me obituaries, some old, some recent, and I started to review and record the relevant information.  I got through 176 obituaries before I cried “uncle” and told her I was taking a break, but to keep sending me obituaries. Ironically, my last email from Mary was three days before she died: two obituaries from the Tribune, each with her summary of the parentage of the decedent going back to George Cannon, so that I could fit each one of them properly into the family tree. Thank you Mary. With your death, I have renewed determination to put my shoulder to the wheel again.

For me, the most rewarding part of the information compiled by Mary is the window into the lives of my ancestors, helping me to know them better. Just a couple of examples.

Mary transcribed the journal kept primarily by our grandmother, Luella, on a trip taken by automobile with the family back to Rhode Island for a business convention in 1929. My father, Bill, the youngest in the family, was age four. On July 12th, as they were heading back home and getting near Chicago, they were going to visit the Chicago stock yards. Luella recorded, “Billy wants to see cows get their beans cut off.” When I first read that I laughed uncontrollably for five minutes. The thought of my buttoned down, staid,  grandmother writing that was beyond my comprehension. Luella then went on to record, we “saw pigs, cows & sheep killed.” Ted, my father’s older brother, then said of the stockyards, “once was enough.”  

Mary transcribed the first year of grandfather’s mission journal from 1907 to 1910 when he served in the German Mission. I offered to transcribe the rest. Ed was serving in Konigsberg, East Prussia, now part of Russia. While he was out of town, one of the missionaries, a Brother Burdette, drowned in the Baltic Sea. When Ed got back to Konigsberg and learned of Burdette’s death, he was so stunned he had to stop and catch his breath for several minutes. He telegraphed the mission president, dealt with a police investigation, arranged for a coffin and transfer of the body back to the States, and dressed the body. It was illegal for LDS missionaries to preach in East Prussia, so when Ed dealt with the police he tried to conceal his identity. However, the police found a ministers certificate on Burdette’s body and determined that Ed was also a missionary. He was able to protect the identity of the other missionaries in Konigsberg, but he was “banished from the Kingdom of Prussia,” leaving on the same train with Burdette’s body. Thank you Mary for helping me to get to know my ancestors in a different way.

Mary has given me more than 100 letters and postcards written by my father to my grandparents while he was going to school at the Illinois Institute of Technology in Chicago. During this period my father was hit by a taxi and nearly died and had to spend months in rehab. These have been mostly transcribed. Just a few weeks ago, Mary wrote me that she had collected letters from my father’s girlfriend to my father, during that same period. That girlfriend later became my cousin Melissa’s mother-in-law, and Mary was going to provide each of us with the information. Thank you Mary for having the foresight to preserve what others would have thrown away.

Melissa and her husband, Tim Evans, were serving a mission at the Mormon Battalion Visitor’s Center in San Diego until just recently. While there, Mary told me that Melissa had asked her if we had any ancestors who served in the Revolutionary War. Mary told Melissa of four, possibly five that she knew of. Then Mary started to do some research and found ten more, making 15 in all, and she thought there may be even a few more, something she still needed to do more research on. Then Mary provided information to Melissa about one of our ancestors who served in the Mormon Battalion.  

One of my personal projects has been learning as much as I can about the life of our third great grandfather, Captain George Cannon of the Isle of Man, who was a slave boat captain and died during a mutiny on his own ship. Mary, who has visited the Isle of Man, was an invaluable resource in suggesting sources for material, providing genealogical information, and giving her opinion on various aspects of his life as information was uncovered. In particular, she was able to locate the family member who had Captain Cannon’s original logbook for voyages of the Ship Iris in 1798 and 1799, between Liverpool, Africa and Jamaica. I was able to visit that family member with Mary Alice, hold and leaf through the logbook, and take pictures. It was a real thrill. We are currently waiting for copies of recently discovered legal documents from Jamaica that detail the capture of two ships by Captain Cannon off the coast of Hispaniola. Thank you Mary for your very skilled help on my project and the projects of other family members. I am sad that you won’t be here to share in the insights that should be offered by these newly discovered documents.

Mary traveled around the country with Clair visiting historical sites and sites important to the family’s history. After Judy and I visited New England last year, Mary wrote me of a similar trip she had taken. One of the places she visited was the Revolutionary War site of the Battle of Saratoga where our 5th great grandfather turned the tide of the battle insuring a US victory. Then she traveled to Groton, NH where William Tenney, the father of Eliza Tenney Cannon, was born, and past Tenney Mountain where they had a ski resort. She also followed the Pioneer Trail all the way from Nauvoo to Salt Lake, twice. Once in 1978 and again during the Sesquicentennial in 1997. On the last trip, she had taken along accounts of our various ancestors who followed the same route and read the accounts as they traveled along. She noted finding the Garner cemetery and at the Visitors Center in Council Bluffs, the Bible which William Garner, the brother of our ancestor Phillip, carried with him as a member of the Mormon Battalion. Thank you Mary for your example of incorporating family history into your travels.

Mary contributed material to the Cannon Family Historical Treasury and for Davis Bitton’s biography of George Q. Cannon. She also proofread Bitton’s manuscript and clarified and corrected a number of things. She was listed in the acknowledgements of both books for her contributions. Thank you Mary for your efforts in helping to produce probably the two most important modern books that relate to our family history.

My wife and Russ Cannon have both expressed to me that Mary’s reunion last Friday with her family beyond the veil must have been both joyous and unusual. I’m sure she was able to recognize and call by name most of her ancestors. In particular, I am hoping that she has sought out Captain Cannon and discovered the particulars of his death by mutiny, something that has eluded me and others despite much research. And perhaps Mary may find a way to make that information available. Thank you Mary. I am waiting and hoping.

Thursday, December 7, 2023

William W. Cannon - My Funeral Talk

My father, William W. Cannon, died on June 22, 2002, over 21 years ago. This is the talk that I gave at his funeral:

Dad and I shared a love of sports.

When I was growing up, New Year’s Day was sacred. Dad and I would watch four to six football games, from early morning into the night, while we ate a healthy dose of shrimp, crab legs, chips and dip, and other New Year’s staples.

Dad took me to a baseball game between the Oakland Athletics and the Salt Lake Bees and he and I went to many Utah Stars basketball games. He coached my little league baseball team and regularly attended my football and basketball games.

We loved the University of Utah basketball games and had season tickets each year. I started attending games with him at the Einar Nielsen Fieldhouse and, when the Special Events Center opened, we got season tickets on the second row, right in front of the cheerleaders. At the games, my buttoned-down Dad would transform into a maniac: yelling or booing at the refs and screaming the Utes on to victory. Together with Dad, I loved to sing the Utah fight song: “A Utah man sir, a Utah man am I, a Utah man sir, I will be till I die, aye, aye.”

Dad had season tickets to the University of Utah football games and I regularly attended with him, but my favorite game occurred on November 9, 1968. I was traveling with Dad back to Kentucky to pick up Mike from his mission.  We stopped in South Bend, Indiana and Dad took me to the Notre Dame/Pittsburgh football game. I was a huge Notre Dame fan: I watched every game on t.v. and knew all of the players’ names. In fact, I still have the ticket stubs, the program, and newspaper articles about the game. We saw Joe Thiesmann start his first collegiate game as a quarterback. The next day, at my request, we stopped for lunch at a Holiday Inn in Seymour, Indiana. Only my Dad understood the significance of this to me. You’ve go to understand that Jim Seymour was my favorite player on Notre Dame’s team.

When I went to BYU and learned to love BYU football, Dad also became a BYU football fan. After I got married, we traveled to San Diego for several Holiday Bowls. We also greeted the Cougars after their Holiday Bowl victory over Michigan for the national championship as they got off their charter plane in Salt Lake in freezing weather at 2:00 a.m. Mom even came along for that one.

In recent years, Dad and I often talked by telephone after a big victory, or a close loss, by either Utah or BYU, and discussed the highlights. But best of all, several years ago, as a coup de grace, we fulfilled a dream we had discussed over numerous shrimp cocktails and crab legs every New Years Day since I was a young boy: we attended a Rose Bowl game in Pasadena, watching Ohio State narrowly beat Arizona State.

Dad, if you have any clout up there, I’d love to see you pull some strings and get BYU into a BCS bowl game. I’ll be watching. I love you.

Tuesday, December 5, 2023

Layne W. Cannon - My Funeral Talk

My mother recently died and I just got back from her funeral. I've been thinking about death, family and friends and I've gone back to talks I've given at a number of funerals for family and friends. I thought I'd share the talk I gave at my brother's funeral. Layne W. Cannon died on October 3, 1998, over 25 years ago. This is the talk I gave:
 
I would like to share with you a personal account of my relationship with Layne. My time is brief, but I hope to share with you the essence of what I have distilled from myreflections over the last few days.
 
I am seven years younger than Layne and one of seven other siblings. Therefore, while growing up, I was not an equal or a peer or a big part of his life. He lived in a much bigger, faster and more exciting world than I did. Most of my early memories of Layne are not as a direct participant in the events of his life, but as a wide-eyed spectator. And I was a fan.
 
 I’ll not try to recount his adventures: of his trickdiving exhibitions with Michael Hale; his sneaking out of Church to get donuts with Scott Jensen and Marty Backer;the time he was caught by a policeman in the early morning hours in our car before he had his license; or the time I awoke to find a policeman in our living room because Layne failed to make it home during the night. Those events can better be recalled by my older siblings or parents and the version that was shared with me was probably edited anyway. 
 
The snippets I will share with you are not included on Layne’s or my siblings’ personal highlight reels, but they are my own personal, cherished memories.

My friends and I used to love to torment Layne while he was studying. After all, this is usually the way a younger sibling gets an older sibling’s attention. We would knock on his window and scream taunts at him until his patience broke. He would jump out of his chair and run out of the house after us. I can still feel the adrenaline rush. Layne was much faster than we were and once we were invariably caught, he would mete out some sort of punishment. This game came to be known among my friends as “torture.” 
 
 In particular, I remember Layne sitting on me while I was lying on the ground, punching me on the shoulder in a series of rapid Chinese water-torture-like punches. At other times I recall: being tethered by the wrists to the back of a bicycle while Layne rode down the street; having to hang from the side bar of a swing set while Layne threatened me with even greater punishment if I let go; and some torture that involved the tetherball pole that my mind has probably blotted out because it was so awful. Oh, it was fun.

Layne had a wood ammo box in his closet. The lid was fastened shut with a paddle lock and the words “Bunny Box,” were written on the side in black magic marker. My friends and my imaginations ran wild as we speculated as to the contents. We would sneak into his room while he was gone and shake it and turn it over. We even tried prying it open with a screwdriver, but to no avail. After Layne left on his mission, I found the Bunny Box free of its paddle lock, still in his closet. There was nothing of consequence inside. I was too late, the contents will remain one of life’s unsolved mysteries.

Layne bought a boa constrictor by mail order from Florida. It cost $18.00 and I contributed $1.00. I vaguely remember Mom talking Layne into accepting my contribution. Thereafter, I announced proudly to all the world that Layne and I owned it. In my mind, we were 50/50 partners. Gubentush, as the snake came to be known, was allowed to roam through Layne’s room at-will and on more than one occasion Layne would awake and find Gubentush curled up asleep on his stomach. 
 
After my brother Mike went on his mission, I got his room, which was next to Layne’s. Every night, I went to sleep with the sound of rock music reverberating through my walls. It was very loud. I developed a love for the groups Layne listened to, such as Herman’s Hermits and Paul Revere and the Raiders. 
 
After his mission to France, Layne was much more boring and distance separated us. He moved to Provo to go to school, got married, graduated and moved to Illinois and then moved to Washington. By the time he moved back to Provo to work for WordPerfect, I had married and moved to California to go to school and then to practice law.

With very little contact over the years, I never the less began to feel a greater more equal kinship to Layne as we independently developed many of the same interests. Layne loved the outdoors and he loved going new places and seeing new things. He had numerous adventures with the Boy Scouts tracking through the wilderness of southern Utah, camera in hand. You will notice on the funeral program that there is a picture of Layne, holding a camera, getting ready to take a picture. He fulfilled the personal goal of visiting each of the 50 states and each of the seven continents of the world.

I loved visiting Layne and Mary in Provo, watching the slides of the latest adventure in Africa or Antarctica and always lingered in the downstairs hallway, admiring the collection of Layne’s photos that adorned the walls.
 
However, the Layne I will cherish the most and spend the most time reminiscing about, is the Layne I got to know the last eight months of his life, as he battled with terminal cancer.
 
Many of you have probably read the best selling book, Tuesdays With Morrie, an account of the sportswriter Mitch Albom getting reacquainted with his old college professor, Morrie Schwartz, during the last weeks of Morrie’s life-ending struggle with a terminal illness. Mitch spent 14 Tuesdays with Morrie before he died and got the greatest education of his life. 
 
Similar to the way that Mitch was educated by Morrie, Layne educated me on my visits to Provo during the last eight months of his life. 
 
One day Morrie said to Mitch, “Everyone knows they’re going to die, but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently.” Morrie went on, “The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live…Most of us all walk around as if we’re sleepwalking. We really don’t experience the world fully, because we’re half-asleep, doing things we automatically think we have to do.” Mitch responded, “And facing death changes all that?” Morrie replied, “Oh yes. You strip away all that stuff and you focus on the essentials. When you realize you are going to die, you see everything much differently.”
 
One day last February, I asked Layne how he was able to keep such a positive mental attitude in the face of such difficult circumstances. He related to me that this was his third time battling cancer. The first battle was with thyroid cancer, the most mild and the least life threatening of his cancers, but the most difficult for him. It forced him to seriously face his own mortality. The second battle, with esophageal cancer, was more life threatening, but less difficult for him to deal with because he had faced his own mortality previously. This third battle, a recurrence of the esophageal cancer, was the most life threatening, but the easiest for Layne to deal with. He was not afraid to die. Death was merely a change in circumstance, a new venue to continue on with his life. He feared the pain of impending surgery much more than the thought of his death.
 
Morrie related to Mitch how our culture worships the healthy and tells us we should be ashamed if we are unable to do things for ourselves, such as dress or bathe. Then Morrie told Mitch that he had learned to enjoy his dependency, it was like being a child again and having someone show you unconditional love and attention. Morrie related that the real satisfaction in life did not come from the latest sports car or the biggest house, but came from offering to others what you had to give, your time and your concern. 
 
My single greatest memory of Layne will come from the night I spent with him several months ago at University Hospital. I watched helplessly as he struggled with nausea and then had the privilege of doing some small acts of service, such as emptying his soiled bedpan, giving him a sponge bathe and massaging his aching back. He shared with me the sequence of events leading to his personal realization that it was now alright for him to die and he spoke of the “blessings and joy” that came from his cancer.
I appreciate those words more fully now as I look back and realize that my greatest joy came while administering to his needs in his darkest hour and his sharing with me some of the deepest feelings of his heart.

Finally, Mitch dealt with what I personally found to be the most difficult issue. Mitch said to Morrie, “I don’t know how to say goodbye.” Morrie patted Mitch’s hand weakly, “This is how we say good bye…Love you,” he rasped. 
 
A number of months ago as I was preparing to leave Provo at the conclusion of a short visit, I was placing my suitcase in the trunk of my car at 4:00 a.m. in the morning, having made great effort not to waken anyone. In the dark I could hear the front door open and Layne’s voice rang out, “I love you, Bob.” I quickly ran back to the door and threw my arms around my brother and struggled to hold back the tears.

Last week, a day or two before he died, while he was on oxygen and barely able to breathe, let alone talk, I had what turned out to be my last conversation with Layne. I struggled over the telephone to share with him my feelings for him and indicated, after several minutes, that this was hard, I didn’t know what to say. His raspy voice penetrated the oxygen mask that covered his face and I heard him say his last words to me, “I love you Bob.”

Thursday evening, as my daughter Rachael and I traveled toward Boundary Peak, in southeastern Nevada, we reflected upon what Layne must be doing following his release from his mortal body. I suggested that he was involved in orientation meetings, in preparation for his mission there, and wondered if spirits got bored and slept through meetings in the spirit world like we do here on earth. Rachael was decidedly more upbeat. She felt sure that Tutu, Layne’s grandmother, was throwing a big party for Layne and inviting all of his loved ones to be there. Either way, we both knew that Layne had found a new continent to explore, and we look forward to the day that we can sit down with him and have him share with us this latest adventure.

This is how you say goodbye. I Love You Layne