Bryan Earl Kingsford (1959-)

Bryan Earl Kingsford

is a child of Earl Kingsford (1936-) and Janice Louisa Remy (1940-)

Biography of BRYAN EARL KINGSFORD as remembered by his Mother (with memory assistance from his Dad).

Born: December 17, 1959, 1:30 p.m. at Bannock Memorial Hospital, Pocatello, Idaho. Weight: 8 lbs. 6 oz.

Parents:Earl and Janice Louise Remy Kingsford

Bryan's arrival date was January 8th, but since I became very impatient and sick of being pregnant, and didn't want to be pregnant over Christmas, Bryan's Dad took me for a five mile walk (across Pocatello and back).That night, I went into labor so we went to the hospital. The labor pains quit, but my Dr. was known for delivering babies "by appointment" if the due date was within

a month, and if the baby was large; so instead of sending me home to wait, the Dr. induced labor. About 1:00 p.m. on Dec 17th, Bryan was born. He had bright red hair and was the talk of the maternity ward. Bryan's Dad and my mother were asleep in the waiting room when the nurse came in and said, "It's a boy!" There were several people waiting for baby arrival news. My Mom woke up startled and said "Who's a boy, What's a boy?". That woke up Bryan's Dad.

Bryan had blue eyes, bright red hair which was 21/2 inches long when he was two weeks old. His dad insisted on giving him his first haircut before he was blessed when he was a month old so that people wouldn't say, "Isn't she cute".

Bryan's first home was a 10'x42' trailer house in Riverside Trailer Court, 516 Riverside Dr., Pocatello, Idaho. He was blessed at the Pocatello 5th Ward chapel by his father.

Bryan's maternal grandmother lived at 226 Taft in Pocatello. She was quite ill with Nephritis and Diabetes, was in and out of the hospital often. Bryan was her only grandchild and she dearly loved him. She spent time with him almost every day until she had to be in the hospital most of the time. She died when Bryan was nearly two years old.

After my mother died, my Dad wanted us to move in his home, so we sold our trailer and moved in the home where I grew up. Three months later, my Dad remarried so we had to move. It was at this time that Bryan's Dad joined the Air Force, was given the rank

of Airman 2nd class, and we were sent to Keesler Air Force Base in Biloxi, Miss. We rented a small cargo trailer, packed all of our belongings and moved to 220 2nd St. in Biloxi.

Bryan's Dad built an 8x8 sand box where Bryan spent hours and hours playing. The weather was very hot so he played in shorts most of the time and got very tan, even with his red hair and fair complexion. The mosquitoes were very bad so each night before he went to bed, we had to rub mosquito repellant on him.

Our house was very old and had numerous cracks so it was very difficult to keep the mosquitoes out.

Bryan as a 3 yr. old enjoyed fishing with his Dad off the Back Bay Bridge between Biloxi and Ocean Springs., Miss. One time he stepped on a spine of a hard head catfish and luckily it missed his foot but stuck in his shoe, but as he moved his foot, the catfish came along until his Dad noticed what was wrong and removed the catfish.

We didn't have a washing machine for about 4 months after we moved to Miss., so when we could afford it, we went to a laundromat. Other times, I washed clothes in the bathtub. I was 6 months pregnant with our second child, so pretty soon I couldn't bend over the bathtub to wash the clothes and I had to climb in the tub and walk on the clothes. Then Bryan would help me get them out of the tub to wring them out. In June of 1962, we got an old wringer washer that we put outside the back door.

On 1st of June, 1962, Bryan's brother, Verl, was born in the Keesler Air Force Base Hospital. Bryan was very good to his baby brother and was a great help to me.

Bryan's Dad was in the Elders Quorum Presidency and the quorum had a missionary fund raising project of raising watermelons and cantaloupe. The watermelon patch was approximately 30 miles from Biloxi and our family would travel there to hoe or pick melons. On one occasion while we were busy picking watermelons and loading them in a trailer, we noticed Bryan had disappeared. After a quick search, we found him at the other end of the 3 acre watermelon patch contentedly eating the heart of a watermelon which had been dropped and broken. Of course, he was covered with watermelon juice and seeds, but he sure was enjoying eating the melon.

Bryan started Junior Sunday School and Primary in Biloxi 1st Ward when he was 2 1/2. I was Jr. S. S. Coordinator and a Primary teacher. At that time, Primary was held during the week. Bryan loved Jr Sunday School and Primary, and he loved to sing.

On the 9th of October, 1962, the family moved to Spokane, Washington. Bryan's Dad was stationed at Fairchild AFB as an Electronics Technician and sold Fuller Brush products part time to keep us fed. After 9 months living in a 2nd floor apartment, we moved into a small house on Woodland Circle. This was government housing for lower grade airmen. We were thrilled to be living in a house and it was considerably cheaper.

Outside our front door was a big pine tree, about 40 ft. high. Bryan loved to climb this tree, even though it wasn't allowed because he was only 3 1/2. One day, I opened the door to check on him and called to him. "Where are you"? I heard a little voice that sounded far off: "I'm up here". When I looked up,

Bryan was clear to the top of this pine tree. I held my breath and calmly instructed him to slowly and carefully climb down. Needless to say, he didn't ever climb that particular tree again.

Next to the housing area was a beautiful large park called the Finch Arboretum, which had hundreds of flowering trees and among these were a number of crab apple trees which made excellent jelly. Since the city and park maintenance people had no use for the crab apples, they fell on the ground and Bryan and his Dad went on numerous occasions to pick up crab apples so that we could make crab apple jelly.

In the early spring of 1964, Bryan's Dad received approval to go on the Air Force Boot Strap Program fulltime to the University of Omaha. The Air Force would continue to pay his regular salary, but the move would be at our own expense. In order for us to stay together as a family and move to Omaha, I went to work as a Secretary Kelly Girl, Manpower (on call secretarial work) and then Armour Co., for a few months.

In August, 1964, the family packed up and moved to Omaha, Nebraska. After searching for sometime for a two bedroom apartment that we could afford, we finally found an upstairs one bedroom apartment with a large walk in closet off the living room. This served as a bedroom for Bryan and Verl. This

apartment had some neat hiding places so Bryan and Verl never tired of playing hide and seek and quite often his parents would join in.

Bryan loved to have me read to him, especially the Dr. Seuss books. When he was four years old, there was one book in particular that he had memorized. It was called, "Are You My Mother?" It was about a little bird that fell out of his nest and went all over the countryside looking for his mother. Bryan would use lots of expression as he turned the pages and "read"

this book to anyone who would listen. This book went everywhere with Bryan and he got lots of looks and chuckles as he would "read" it to his little brother with great expression.

While in Omaha, Bryan had quite a bit of trouble with ear infections which the Dr. called, "Swimmers Ear". This infection caused fevers and brought on numerous nightmares and a sort of delirium. This was soon brought under control. Omaha had an enormous amount of snow that year about 5 ft. on the level

which equated to 8 or 9 ft. snow banks after the driveway was dug out. The boys loved to dig tunnels through the snowbanks.

In March of 1965, Bryan's Dad obtained his Bachelor Degree and the family moved back to Spokane, Wash. and lived in a house approximately one block from where we lived prior to going to Omaha, still in government housing. Bryan's second brother, Ronald Allan, was born on the 6 Aug 1965 at Fairchild AFB hospital.

We lived in a large duplex with a large unfinished basement which we used as a roller skating rink and an excellent playroom

Bryan attended kindergarten on the base at Fairchild and the first day caused a bit of panic with us when he rode the school bus because the bus driver failed to stop as scheduled. When the bus driver let him off, he was a couple of blocks from his house and since all the base houses looked quite a bit alike, it was

rather confusing for him. I was in a panic when he didn't arrive on schedule and hurried to catch up with the bus. Shortly thereafter, he came strolling down the street as I ran to meet him.

The kindergarten had a policy that on each child's birthday, they would be honored as king or queen for a day and the mom would bring cupcakes for the class. On Bryan's birthday, I showed up with the cupcakes as planned, but he had already removed his crown and resigned as King after just a few minutes. I don't

think he appreciated all the extra attention.

In February 1966, Bryan's Dad received military orders to go to Officers Training School at Lackland AFB, Texas, so the family had to make a quick move. All three boys had severe cases of chicken pox. The military orders were very slow coming, so when they finally arrived, we had two days to get our possessions packed up and put into storage, our house cleaned for military

inspection and then travel to Grace, Idaho where the rest of us would live for three months with Grandma & Grandpa Kingsford on the farm.

Bryan attended Kindergarten in Grace for the remainder of the school year with one of his cousins. While on the farm, one of Grandpa's cows gave birth to her calf which the boys were able to witness. Bryan got to go along with his Grandpa to do some of the chores such as feeding the young calves, which he very much enjoyed. During this time, the family had a very special family

home evening. Grandma Kingsford was staying with and caring for an elderly woman in her 90's who was an invalid and I decided it

would be a good idea to take the boys to visit this elderly lady and share a family hour with her. The boys were very excited as treats were made and songs practiced to present during this special evening. This elderly sister was very thrilled, especially when the boys sang special primary songs for her. Bryan was 5 at this time. This was one of the most memorable family home evenings we had and we had many many of them.

On the 17th of May, 1966, Bryan's Dad graduated from Officers Training School and the family moved to Biloxi, Miss. for the second time. Here his Dad attended Communications Officers School. This time the living accommodations were considerably better as we moved into a four bedroom brick home with central air conditioning.

There were a number of bushes around the house which were the homes ofnumerous Chameleons (lizards). These were extremely tame and the boys enjoyed playing with them and were amazed at how the lizards would change colors when going from one background to another. On a couple of occasions, these little reptiles almost panicked me. The first time was when I went down the hall of the house, I stooped down to pick up what I thought was a "creepy crawler" made out of plastic and was rather startled when it moved because it was really one of the lizards. Another time, Bryan and his brothers had apparently been playing with the lizards in the car and left one inside. I was taking a group of Relief Society sisters home from the church when one of the sisters in the back seat let out an awful scream and I nearly wrecked the car as I slammed on the breaks, not knowing what the problem was. It was just one of the chameleons which had galloped playfully across the sisters blouse.

Bryan started the first grade in the fall of 1966 in a school adjacent to the military housing area. A few days after school started, Bryan and his brother, Ron, were in the bedroom and Ron was attempting to climb up the chest of drawers by climbing on anopen drawer. Ron was a year old at the time. The chest of drawers fell forward and Bryan caught it, but it banged him on his knee quite hard. It didn't leave a mark and Bryan didn't complain much, which was typical of Bryan, so we weren't concerned that his injury might be serious until a few days later when he came home from school limping and pushing his bicycle. I took him to the Dr. although I still couldn't see that his knee was injured. The Dr. determined there was fluid in the knee and admitted him to the hospital for the next few days. The Dr. thought the fluid would have to be drained by inserting a needle. Bryan was given a Priesthood blessing and his knee healed before this was necessary.

Bryan enjoyed fishing for crabs in the Biloxi Back Bay. These were caught by first catching a fish and leaving it securely attached to the hook and then it was lowered back into the water and the crabs would grab their pinchers onto the fish.

In March of 1967, Bryan's Dad completed Communications School and the family moved again, this time to San Bernardino, Calif. We rented a house from the Stake President which was one block from the church and 1/2 block from the Fairfax Elementary School. The house was nice but very small. All three boys had to share a very small bedroom, but we had a nice big yard.

Bryan and his Dad went skiing frequently. Bryan learned to ski at Arrowhead. This was just 30 miles from where we lived. An interesting thing happened one time while Bryan and his Dad were skiing. Bryan had skied two or three trips on the bunny slope, which only had a rope tow. But the lift line was very long for the rope tow and the chair lift next to it had an exit point half way up the hill. So Bryan and his Dad decided to go on the chair lift and planned to get off at mid point. However, for some reason the lift operator wouldn't let them off at mid point, so they had to go all the way to the top of the mountain. It took about two hours of slipping and falling to get down that mountain.

Bryan was baptized and confirmed in San Bernardino 1st ward on 30 Dec 1967 by his Dad. In July of 1968, the family visited Disneyland, Marineland, Knotts Berry Farm and the San Diego Zoo. That August, Bryan's Dad left for 13 months duty in Korea. The 3 boys and I stayed in California since the Air Force wouldn't allow us to accompany him. We had an interesting experience a few months before Mothers Day that year. Bryan was 9 and Verl was almost 7 and they had been saving their allowance to buy me a Mothers Day present as a surprise. They had saved up $5. and Bryan had the money in his pocket. One evening he came to me very upset and told me he had lost the $5. somewhere in the yard while he was playing and couldn't find it anywhere. I went out and with the help of the neighbor and their yard lights, we searched the yard but no money could be found. I said to Bryan "There's something more we can do to help us find the money. Do you know what that is?" Bryan said, "We can pray." So we went in the house, knelt down, & Bryan prayed & asked Heavenly Father to please help us find the money. Then we went back outside and walked out the front door about 15 ft and there at the base of our big tree was the $5. I was shocked such an immediate answer to a prayer we had searched that area many times. Then I said to Bryan, "Now, there is still something else we must do. Do you know what that is? We need to thank Heavenly Father for answering our prayer." So we went back inside and knelt down and prayed again, this time in thanks for the answer to a little boy's prayer. Bryan & Verl went to the store with me and secretly picked out their special mothers day gift, a pretty pink ceramic napkin holder. At home they kept it hidden from me and wrapped it up. In getting it wrapped, they dropped it and broke it. They felt terrible. They took it to the next door neighbor and asked her if she could help them glue it. She told them that she had always wanted one just like it and she would keep that one and take them to the store to buy another one, and she did.

Bryan was active in Little League Baseball and we never missed a game. Since Dad was still in Korea, I frequently played catch with Bryan to help him improve his catching and throwing. One day I got distracted just as he threw the ball and I caught it right between the eyes. For the next week or two, I had two black eyes and a swollen nose. Bryan sure felt bad and it took quite a bit of reassuring him that it wasn't his fault and that I would be alright.

It was very difficult not having Bryan's Dad around, especially to help with the Cub Scout projects and activities. I was Den Mother and did what I could but when it came time for the annual Space Derby, we sure wished Dad was home from Korea. I was not mechanically inclined and was little help in preparing the rocket to win at the Space Derby. The night of the Space Derby, Bryan entered his rocket, but at the crucial moment as the other rockets sped down the string, Bryan's did not move from the launching pad. Needless to say, Bryan was not very happy. He ran into the restroom until he could regain his composure and join the other Cubs for the rest of the pack meeting.

Bryan's Dad caught a hop home from Korea for a 25 day leave after he had been gone 6 months. The two of them took an overnight ski trip to Mammoth Mountain. A big blizzard started up about 1:00 in the afternoon the day they were to leave Mammoth Mountain and about 2:30 they decided they had better start for home. Those who waited another hour to leave were snowed in for three days.

That September, Bryan's Dad returned from Korea and the family packed up and crossed the U. S. to move to Germany to a new Air Force assignment. Enroute across the U. S., we visited Grandma & Grandpa Kingsford in Grace, Idaho, Grandparents Remy in Nampa, Idaho, and Great Grandma Remy in Ironton, Ohio. We spent a couple of days at friends, Sherrill and Bob Kennedy in Spokane, Wash., and the Clements, at Bismarck, North Dakota and took a tour of the capital building. We spent three days at McGuire AFB waiting for the flight to Germany and to make arrangements for shipping the car overseas. We left for Germany on the 17th of October, 1969, and flew directly to Frankfurt, Germany and landed at Rhein Maine AFB., which shares the common airstrip for the Frankfurt International Airport. We had been assigned a military sponsor who picked us up at Rhein Maine and drove us the 72 miles to Ramstein AFB through very thick fog on a German Freeway called the Autobahn which doesn't have speed limits.

Our first home was a temporary one a two bedroom 4th floor apartment in military housing on Ramstein AFB. Three days later as we were having our family home evening and were playing a game called "Huckle Buckle Beanstock", we met our neighbor from downstairs who came to our door and asked us to hold the noise down as we were being a bother. We were very glad to move out of this apartment into a permanent three bedroom apartment on the first floor so we didn't have to worry about being very quiet with our active boys.

Bryan played kickball with the neighborhood kids, and also enjoyed playing in the woods in back of our apartment house. Bryan won the Cub Scout Pinewood Derby the next two years in a row. I was the Cub Scout Den Mother but this time he had his Dad to help him with the Derby. Bryan became a Blazer Scout while still at Ramstein. The Blazers had spiritual lessons as well as scouting. Bryan had a very special teacher who had a very interesting way of helping the boys memorize scripture. Her name was Sis. Treefeathen. Whenever she saw the boys on Sunday, she would point her finger at them and give them a scripture reference and expect them to answer reciting the scripture. She also took them on various activities.

Bryan played on the White Sox Little League Baseball Team. His Dad was his coach. We went to Holland as a family the summer of 1970. A favorite attraction was the miniature city at Maduradam. We also went on a tour of the Rotterdam Harbor and saw the dry docks where they repaired ships. We also saw several art museums and a diamond cutting factory in Amsterdam. We went to the tulip gardens called the Kukenhoff. We went to a cheese factory. We visited several castles, including Neuscheinstein, Chiemsee Palace, King Ludwig's Palace, Munich Palace. Needless to say, we enjoyed many tourist attractions.

We took a family trip to Berchetesgaden, in southern Germany, to attend a church conference. While there we went on a tour (riding a mining train) through the salt mines and also went on a side trip to Salzburg, Austria, and saw the cite where parts of the Sound of Music was filmed. At Garmisch, Germany, we rode a cable car to the top of the Zugspitz, the highest mountain in Germany. Bryan & his Dad climbed up the last 15 feet to the peak of the mountain and about gave me a heart attack. While we were in Kaiserslautern, Bryan & his Dad took a trip to Kirchsdorf, Austria and spent a week taking ski lessons in the morning and skiing the rest of the day. He & his Dad really enjoyed this trip.

Bryan spent his first summer at scout summer camp at Camp Dawn, Germany. His Dad was the Scoutmaster. He earned three merit badges: Astronomy, Swimming and Pioneering. On July 23, 1971, Bryan's baby sister, Janelle, was born in Landstuhl, Germany.

We moved from Kaiserslautern to Wiesbaden, Germany the fall of 1971. We lived in the American Arms Hotel in Wiesbaden for 30 days waiting for a house. To save money, we ate C rations frequently. Bryan & Verl enjoyed riding the elevator up to the roof of the 6 floor hotel where they could look out over the city. There was a beautiful park close by and the boys liked to watch the German men play chess with 3 ft high chess pieces.

After 30 days, we were able to move into a house in an American housing area called Aukamn. Bryan played soccer with German kids in a nearby soccer field.

Bryan's Dad was on the Stake High Council and traveled to various wards and branches throughout central Germany. He traveled with his Dad frequently and spoke at many of these branches. Bryan needed to learn Morse Code for a 1st Class requirement in Scouting so on these trips, he and his Dad would practice morse code as they traveled along the autobahn (freeway). (Di Da)

In the fall of 1971, Bryan & his Dad with the scout troop went to Konderstag, Switzerland to an International Scout Camp. Scouts attended from ten different nations. Scottish Scouts even wore their kilts. To save money on food, the scout troop had got some C rations from the Air Force to eat for one of the meals each day but the other scouts from different countries were so fascinated with the little cans of C rations, that our scout troop traded them to the other scouts for regular food, everything from pork chops to ice cream. They had an international fire building competition; Bryan and his partner won the competition for the troop by building the fire high enough to burn a string which was placed two feet above the ground. The troop hiked up to the top of a high mountain so they could watch the sun rise over the Matterhorn. Bryan earned his rowing merit badge. One of the requirements was to get out of the boat and tread water for one minute. The lake they were rowing in was about 33 degrees and had glacier water running into it. Bryan was the only one that would stay in the water for the 60 seconds required to pass off his rowing merit badge. One other scout hopped in the water four times trying to stay in long enough but finally gave up. Bryan stuck with it and earned his badge.

While living in Wiesbaden, we went on many sightseeing trips. We went to Italy & saw the interesting city of Venice. Then we traveled on to see the leaning tower of Pisa. We camped by the Baltic Sea where we swam. We also swam in the Mediterranean. It was here on a private U. S. Forces beach that we lost Ron for a couple of hours & thought he had drowned. He was only eight. He had wandered onto an Italian section of the beach but he sure gave us a scare.

Bryan's Dad skied in the U.S. Air Force Europe annual ski races each year we were there and Bryan & Verl went with him. They stayed in the Armed Forces Hotel in Garmisch, Germany.

We left Germany in July of 1974 to our new assignment at Maxwell AFB in Montgomery, Alabama. We lived at 1432 Fairfax Dr. We lived in a 16 ft camper trailer for a month waiting for a house. At first we lived at the Maxwell Base family camp by a little pond that had blue gills in it so the kids had fun fishing. After a week, we moved into the yard of the home we were going to buy waiting for the occupants to move out. They were fast friends that we had met at the church and invited us to stay in their yard for three weeks until they moved. We had the shade of a big pecan tree but the heat was still almost unbearable. We spent a lot of time walking in shopping malls all day to try to keep cool.

Bryan got his first major job in Alabama as a paper boy delivering papers to 114 of some of the wealthiest residents in Montgomery. Because of the size of his route, he bought a small 100CC Honda motorcycle. Bryan was always very frugal with the money earned on this paper route and saved his money.

One of the most interesting things dealing with the motorcycle was when his mother decided to learn to ride it in the back yard. She was doing very nicely until she ran into and tipped over in the little wading pool with the motorcycle on top of her. The rest of the family was laughing so hard, no one could help her get up.

For the first little while, Bryan's Dad was scoutmaster and they went on a lot of fun campouts in one of the members wood lots who lived about 20 miles south of Montgomery. Then Bryan's Dad was called to be Bishop and the campouts reduced in number.

Bryan finished all of his Eagle Scout requirements but still needed an Eagle project. The ward had a bunch of banquet tables where the finish was pretty badly deteriorating. Bryan decided a good project would be to sand and refinish all the ward's banquet tables. Since the refinishing couldn't be done at the church, the tables had to be hauled home three at a time on the top of our Volkswagon Squareback. He refinished these tables in the carport. This was a four month project. Each table had to be totally sanded on top, then have a layer of shellac, then two coats of urethane varnish. He worked very hard and was a proud young man when he received his Eagle award, and we were sure proud parents!

In March of 1966, his Dad received orders to move to Hanscom AFB just outside of Boston. His Dad went on ahead from March til mid June. The kids and I stayed behind to get the house sold. Bryan was man of the house so had lots of responsibilities and really did great! We learned to all work together, especially very quickly when the realtor called to say he was bringing someone over immediately to look at the house. Sometimes this meant loading the dirty dishes in the oven or in a garbage bag set outside the door to help get the house ship shape for potential buyers.

When school was out, the house still hadn't sold. Bryan's Dad came back and packed up and moved to Boston and left the house in the hands of a realtor. We lived in base housing in Bedford, Massachusetts. Bryan attended Bedford High School and was one of two Mormons in his class. Our ward took in 400 square miles, including four high schools. The seminary program and an early morning two hour program and Sundays, then a "Super Saturday" once a month at the Stake Center at Manchester, New Hampshire where the whole stake youth met and had fun activities, such as snow sculpturing, sledding, dances, scripture chases. This was one of the highlights of our stay in Massachussetts, the super youth program.

Shortly after moving to Mass., Bryan became good friends with Rob Clyde whose father owned a Computer software company. Rob and Bryan played a lot of computer games and when Rob's father noticed what an interest Bryan had in computers, he offered him a job programming two nights a week, plus Saturdays. This is what focused Bryan's attention on his life's vocation.

Bryan attended his first prom with a girl named Candy, had his first car accident when he made a left turn from the wrong lane and got broadsided. He wasn't injured, however. He fine tuned his enthusiasm for reading books of fantasy when he read and re read the Hobbit series.

There was good skiing about 80 miles north of Boston in the White Mountains of New Hampshire where the "guys" of the family spent some most memorable ski trips. The most memorable ski trip was in February of 1978, later to be known as the Great Blizzard of 1978, when they got snowed in at a ski resort and were "forced" to ski for four days straight since they couldn't get back into the state of Mass. because no driving was allowed in the whole state for those days. Janelle and I didn't think this was quite fair because we spent the whole time shoveling snow from the apartment house parking lot. This storm dumped about 6 ft of snow. Cars were literally buried in the snow.

In April of 1978, all the priesthood holders in the Stake went to Sharon, Vermont (birthplace of the prophet Joseph Smith) for an outing to commemorate the restoration of the Aaronic Priesthood.

The spring of 1978, Bryan graduated from Bedford High School. The graduation ceremony was held outside. After the graduation, due to a breakdown in communication, Bryan waited for us to come and take pictures while we had left to attend our going away party at the Brucks. I've always felt bad about this.

After graduation, Bryan decided to start the summer quarter at BYU. He and his brother, Ron, drove the little red VW from Mass. to Grace, Idaho, where he dropped Ron off to stay for a little while with his grandparents and then he continued on to BYU.

Bryan lived in the dorm and Clyde Digital offered him a part time job while he attended college. They sent him a computer terminal and printer so he could do programming from his room.

After attending summer and fall semesters, Bryan put in his mission papers and received his call to Brazil in December of 1978. To announce his mission call to his parents, he called me from his dorm and said, "I've got my mission call", then he hung up, laughing & waiting for me to call him back.

Bryan played a lot of ping pong and chess while living in the dorm and was able to beat his Dad royally in both games when he came home for a visit.

Bryan left for his mission in Jan of 1979 without a Visa. Brazil was slow granting Visas so he spent the first four months of his mission in southern California teaching in Spanish although he had learned Portuguese in the MTC. He went to the Recife, Brazil mission where he had a variety of missionary companions, and even kept a toad in his bathroom to keep the bugs down. We always looked forward to his letters which we're always interesting and he was very regular in writiing to us.

After his mission, he lived at home for about five months where he worked at Hill AFB as a computer programer. During this time he started to date the girl next door (or actually across the street), Beverly Bennion. They dated for two years and married in the Salt Lake Temple. We've always been very proud of Bryan and know he will be a great success in anything he does in life.