My maternal grandfather was born 14th of 15 children of James Nash & Mary Jane Green in a dug-out in the Cannonville, Utah area. His parents had been sent to settle the Cannonville area by the Prophet Brigham Young.
He grew up in the Vernal and Heber City areas. His parents also helped in the construction of the Salt Lake LDS temple.
He served an LDS mission to the southern states. His mother passed away while he was on his mission. While he served in Georgia, he met my grandmother, Mary Etta Bradley. She was the Branch pianist in one area where he served.
They were married January 2, 1918 in the annex of the Salt Lake LDS Temple. She had moved with her family to Idaho by this time. He went up from Utah to get her and they went by train to Salt Lake City (a trip paid for by her parents as a wedding gift.) I guess in those days, you didn't have to make an appointment because they just showed up at the temple. But it was closed for the New Year's holiday. By coincidence, the man who'd set him apart for his mission some years earlier was working there that day and he married them civilly in the temple annex. They were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple on June 5 of that same year.
Grandpa soon after entered the U.S. Army during WWI and was on a ship en route to the war in Europe when it was announced that the war had ended.
He worked as a farmer and a miner.
He and Grandma had nine children: Bob & Jim (twins), Dan, Louise, Millie (my Mom), Melvin, Wilma, Murlene, and Verla.
Although he died four years before I was born, I am told that he was a wonderful man. He knew the scriptures backward and forward. If his children asked a religious question, he'd tell them to look it up. Irritated, they'd end up reading more than he'd assigned in order to try to find something he didn't know. They never could, but he did this to get them to study the scriptures and to learn more than they would have had he just answered their original question.
Although he didn't finish school, he was a very smart man. My Aunt Verla said that they'd read the dictionary trying to stump him on spelling a tough word. They never could.
My siblings and cousins have told me stories of how fun of a grandfather he was. He'd make up rhymes with each of their names to their delight.
He hated flies and would fashion flyswatters from innertubes. My cousin, Bob Moran, tells a story that one day, he was visiting and there was a crack in a living room window. He asked what had happened and Grandma said that Grandpa had been trying to kill a fly and broke the window.
He had some funny sayings and his favorite word seemed to be cockeyed. Everything he didn't like was "cockeyed." One of his most frequent phrases was "cockeyed wallaper."
He was a very spiritual man and quite in tune with the Spirit of the Lord. Although he was one of the youngest children in his family, his siblings often came to him for help or advice.
My Uncle Dick Weldon told me that no man could have had a better father-in-law than Robert A. Nash.
He grew up in the Vernal and Heber City areas. His parents also helped in the construction of the Salt Lake LDS temple.
He served an LDS mission to the southern states. His mother passed away while he was on his mission. While he served in Georgia, he met my grandmother, Mary Etta Bradley. She was the Branch pianist in one area where he served.
They were married January 2, 1918 in the annex of the Salt Lake LDS Temple. She had moved with her family to Idaho by this time. He went up from Utah to get her and they went by train to Salt Lake City (a trip paid for by her parents as a wedding gift.) I guess in those days, you didn't have to make an appointment because they just showed up at the temple. But it was closed for the New Year's holiday. By coincidence, the man who'd set him apart for his mission some years earlier was working there that day and he married them civilly in the temple annex. They were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple on June 5 of that same year.
Grandpa soon after entered the U.S. Army during WWI and was on a ship en route to the war in Europe when it was announced that the war had ended.
He worked as a farmer and a miner.
He and Grandma had nine children: Bob & Jim (twins), Dan, Louise, Millie (my Mom), Melvin, Wilma, Murlene, and Verla.
Although he died four years before I was born, I am told that he was a wonderful man. He knew the scriptures backward and forward. If his children asked a religious question, he'd tell them to look it up. Irritated, they'd end up reading more than he'd assigned in order to try to find something he didn't know. They never could, but he did this to get them to study the scriptures and to learn more than they would have had he just answered their original question.
Although he didn't finish school, he was a very smart man. My Aunt Verla said that they'd read the dictionary trying to stump him on spelling a tough word. They never could.
My siblings and cousins have told me stories of how fun of a grandfather he was. He'd make up rhymes with each of their names to their delight.
He hated flies and would fashion flyswatters from innertubes. My cousin, Bob Moran, tells a story that one day, he was visiting and there was a crack in a living room window. He asked what had happened and Grandma said that Grandpa had been trying to kill a fly and broke the window.
He had some funny sayings and his favorite word seemed to be cockeyed. Everything he didn't like was "cockeyed." One of his most frequent phrases was "cockeyed wallaper."
He was a very spiritual man and quite in tune with the Spirit of the Lord. Although he was one of the youngest children in his family, his siblings often came to him for help or advice.
My Uncle Dick Weldon told me that no man could have had a better father-in-law than Robert A. Nash.
My maternal grandfather was born 14th of 15 children of James Nash & Mary Jane Green in a dug-out in the Cannonville, Utah area. His parents had been sent to settle the Cannonville area by the Prophet Brigham Young.
He grew up in the Vernal and Heber City areas. His parents also helped in the construction of the Salt Lake LDS temple.
He served an LDS mission to the southern states. His mother passed away while he was on his mission. While he served in Georgia, he met my grandmother, Mary Etta Bradley. She was the Branch pianist in one area where he served.
They were married January 2, 1918 in the annex of the Salt Lake LDS Temple. She had moved with her family to Idaho by this time. He went up from Utah to get her and they went by train to Salt Lake City (a trip paid for by her parents as a wedding gift.) I guess in those days, you didn't have to make an appointment because they just showed up at the temple. But it was closed for the New Year's holiday. By coincidence, the man who'd set him apart for his mission some years earlier was working there that day and he married them civilly in the temple annex. They were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple on June 5 of that same year.
Grandpa soon after entered the U.S. Army during WWI and was on a ship en route to the war in Europe when it was announced that the war had ended.
He worked as a farmer and a miner.
He and Grandma had nine children: Bob & Jim (twins), Dan, Louise, Millie (my Mom), Melvin, Wilma, Murlene, and Verla.
Although he died four years before I was born, I am told that he was a wonderful man. He knew the scriptures backward and forward. If his children asked a religious question, he'd tell them to look it up. Irritated, they'd end up reading more than he'd assigned in order to try to find something he didn't know. They never could, but he did this to get them to study the scriptures and to learn more than they would have had he just answered their original question.
Although he didn't finish school, he was a very smart man. My Aunt Verla said that they'd read the dictionary trying to stump him on spelling a tough word. They never could.
My siblings and cousins have told me stories of how fun of a grandfather he was. He'd make up rhymes with each of their names to their delight.
He hated flies and would fashion flyswatters from innertubes. My cousin, Bob Moran, tells a story that one day, he was visiting and there was a crack in a living room window. He asked what had happened and Grandma said that Grandpa had been trying to kill a fly and broke the window.
He had some funny sayings and his favorite word seemed to be cockeyed. Everything he didn't like was "cockeyed." One of his most frequent phrases was "cockeyed wallaper."
He was a very spiritual man and quite in tune with the Spirit of the Lord. Although he was one of the youngest children in his family, his siblings often came to him for help or advice.
My Uncle Dick Weldon told me that no man could have had a better father-in-law than Robert A. Nash.
He grew up in the Vernal and Heber City areas. His parents also helped in the construction of the Salt Lake LDS temple.
He served an LDS mission to the southern states. His mother passed away while he was on his mission. While he served in Georgia, he met my grandmother, Mary Etta Bradley. She was the Branch pianist in one area where he served.
They were married January 2, 1918 in the annex of the Salt Lake LDS Temple. She had moved with her family to Idaho by this time. He went up from Utah to get her and they went by train to Salt Lake City (a trip paid for by her parents as a wedding gift.) I guess in those days, you didn't have to make an appointment because they just showed up at the temple. But it was closed for the New Year's holiday. By coincidence, the man who'd set him apart for his mission some years earlier was working there that day and he married them civilly in the temple annex. They were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple on June 5 of that same year.
Grandpa soon after entered the U.S. Army during WWI and was on a ship en route to the war in Europe when it was announced that the war had ended.
He worked as a farmer and a miner.
He and Grandma had nine children: Bob & Jim (twins), Dan, Louise, Millie (my Mom), Melvin, Wilma, Murlene, and Verla.
Although he died four years before I was born, I am told that he was a wonderful man. He knew the scriptures backward and forward. If his children asked a religious question, he'd tell them to look it up. Irritated, they'd end up reading more than he'd assigned in order to try to find something he didn't know. They never could, but he did this to get them to study the scriptures and to learn more than they would have had he just answered their original question.
Although he didn't finish school, he was a very smart man. My Aunt Verla said that they'd read the dictionary trying to stump him on spelling a tough word. They never could.
My siblings and cousins have told me stories of how fun of a grandfather he was. He'd make up rhymes with each of their names to their delight.
He hated flies and would fashion flyswatters from innertubes. My cousin, Bob Moran, tells a story that one day, he was visiting and there was a crack in a living room window. He asked what had happened and Grandma said that Grandpa had been trying to kill a fly and broke the window.
He had some funny sayings and his favorite word seemed to be cockeyed. Everything he didn't like was "cockeyed." One of his most frequent phrases was "cockeyed wallaper."
He was a very spiritual man and quite in tune with the Spirit of the Lord. Although he was one of the youngest children in his family, his siblings often came to him for help or advice.
My Uncle Dick Weldon told me that no man could have had a better father-in-law than Robert A. Nash.
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Thomas James Nash
1866–1866
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Lucy Elizabeth Nash Boren
1867–1900
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John William Nash
1870–1936
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Mary Ann Nash
1871–1872
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George David Nash
1873–1930
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Henry Albert Nash
1874–1950
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Joseph Fredrick Nash
1877–1930
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Melissa Ann Nash Darling
1879–1915
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Charles Edward Nash
1881–1884
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Alfred Moroni Nash
1883–1886
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Millie Jane Nash
1885–1890
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Sarah Catherine Nash Darling
1887–1938
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Franklin Nephi Nash
1892–1951
