The Church News, September 29, 1956, page 16, had an article titled “Life of Joseph A. Cornwall, 93, Worthy Example to LDS Youth.” “Parents with young children should read them a Bible story at bedtime, give them real thoughts that they are the children of God and teach them to pray and guard carefully the company they keep.” This bit of sage advice to the parents of today comes from Elder Joseph A. Cornwall, who on October 4 will observe his 93rd birthday anniversary. He likewise has a bit of wise counsel for the youth of the Church: “Be sober, be careful, guard what you think and say. Read the Bible and become acquainted with the ancient worthies who made history and you will be the best in the world today.”
He has been a doer of these words, as his family will testify. They are J. Spencer Cornwall, director of the Tabernacle Choir; Melvin C. Cornwall, Mrs. West (Lottie) Hammond and Dr. Charles Ralph Cornwall, of Salt lake City; Claude C. Cornwall, Ithaca, N.Y., and Douglas T. Cornwall, Clayton, N.M., [also Marvin Jay Cornwall 1896-1897] 21 grandchildren and 31 great-grandchildren.
“A good neighbor and his brother’s keeper” best describe the long active life of Elder Cornwall. He demonstrates these attributes even in his older years by raising a garden and his willingness to share it, if need be, with his neighbors.
In years gone by if a neighbor would not clean the irrigating ditch, Bishop Cornwall, (he served 23 years at the head of Winder Ward,) would say, “Never mind. I’ll fix him” and then he would take a shovel and clean the ditch himself, according to his daughter, Mrs. Hammond.
During the influenza epidemic of 1918 he was found calling at home after home, day and night, nursing the sick and assisting with their needs.
His 30 months of service in the southern States Mission came at a time when the bitterest persecution the Church experienced there was at its height and his mellowing influence made friends of some of these enemies. Six months after his departure for the mission field his baby son who was three weeks old when he left, diked.
Returning home he taught school for 10 years after receiving his training at the BYU. His pupils filed into the school room while he played marches on his flute. Later he spent a number of years as a salesman.
Always wit the people’s interest at heart he never forgot them in his prayers, even during the several terms he served as chaplain in the state legislature.
He was born Oct.. 14, 1863 in Mill Creek, a suburban area in the south-eastern part of the Salt Lake Valley, to Joseph and Charlotte Carter Cornwall. On Dec. 8, 1886, in the Logan Temple, he married Mary Ellen Spencer. She died in June 1941.
He served many years as a patriarch in the Wells Stake and was released only when his hearing began to fail him.
] Civic-minded and with an ability to mingle with all his neighbors, he was the means of getting electricity and water into the neighborhood.
The local camp of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers last week named their camp in his honor for the service he had given the community. He resides in the Belvedere Ward.
His long life he credits to working hard all his life and being very “tempered” carefully watching how, when and what he ate of the simple foods.
An ardent student of the Bible, he has written many stories and poems pertaining to the Gospel. Daily when not busy in his plot of ground with his vegetable garden and beautiful flowers he can be found with pen in hand composing a poem or reading the standard works of the Church.
His love for his “Mountain Home so Dear” can be found in this opening verse of a recent poem:
To The Wasatch Range
“Thank God for those lofty old mountains,
Covered with perpetual snow.
Standing like mighty armed sentinels
Guarding our valleys below.”
He has been a doer of these words, as his family will testify. They are J. Spencer Cornwall, director of the Tabernacle Choir; Melvin C. Cornwall, Mrs. West (Lottie) Hammond and Dr. Charles Ralph Cornwall, of Salt lake City; Claude C. Cornwall, Ithaca, N.Y., and Douglas T. Cornwall, Clayton, N.M., [also Marvin Jay Cornwall 1896-1897] 21 grandchildren and 31 great-grandchildren.
“A good neighbor and his brother’s keeper” best describe the long active life of Elder Cornwall. He demonstrates these attributes even in his older years by raising a garden and his willingness to share it, if need be, with his neighbors.
In years gone by if a neighbor would not clean the irrigating ditch, Bishop Cornwall, (he served 23 years at the head of Winder Ward,) would say, “Never mind. I’ll fix him” and then he would take a shovel and clean the ditch himself, according to his daughter, Mrs. Hammond.
During the influenza epidemic of 1918 he was found calling at home after home, day and night, nursing the sick and assisting with their needs.
His 30 months of service in the southern States Mission came at a time when the bitterest persecution the Church experienced there was at its height and his mellowing influence made friends of some of these enemies. Six months after his departure for the mission field his baby son who was three weeks old when he left, diked.
Returning home he taught school for 10 years after receiving his training at the BYU. His pupils filed into the school room while he played marches on his flute. Later he spent a number of years as a salesman.
Always wit the people’s interest at heart he never forgot them in his prayers, even during the several terms he served as chaplain in the state legislature.
He was born Oct.. 14, 1863 in Mill Creek, a suburban area in the south-eastern part of the Salt Lake Valley, to Joseph and Charlotte Carter Cornwall. On Dec. 8, 1886, in the Logan Temple, he married Mary Ellen Spencer. She died in June 1941.
He served many years as a patriarch in the Wells Stake and was released only when his hearing began to fail him.
] Civic-minded and with an ability to mingle with all his neighbors, he was the means of getting electricity and water into the neighborhood.
The local camp of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers last week named their camp in his honor for the service he had given the community. He resides in the Belvedere Ward.
His long life he credits to working hard all his life and being very “tempered” carefully watching how, when and what he ate of the simple foods.
An ardent student of the Bible, he has written many stories and poems pertaining to the Gospel. Daily when not busy in his plot of ground with his vegetable garden and beautiful flowers he can be found with pen in hand composing a poem or reading the standard works of the Church.
His love for his “Mountain Home so Dear” can be found in this opening verse of a recent poem:
To The Wasatch Range
“Thank God for those lofty old mountains,
Covered with perpetual snow.
Standing like mighty armed sentinels
Guarding our valleys below.”
The Church News, September 29, 1956, page 16, had an article titled “Life of Joseph A. Cornwall, 93, Worthy Example to LDS Youth.” “Parents with young children should read them a Bible story at bedtime, give them real thoughts that they are the children of God and teach them to pray and guard carefully the company they keep.” This bit of sage advice to the parents of today comes from Elder Joseph A. Cornwall, who on October 4 will observe his 93rd birthday anniversary. He likewise has a bit of wise counsel for the youth of the Church: “Be sober, be careful, guard what you think and say. Read the Bible and become acquainted with the ancient worthies who made history and you will be the best in the world today.”
He has been a doer of these words, as his family will testify. They are J. Spencer Cornwall, director of the Tabernacle Choir; Melvin C. Cornwall, Mrs. West (Lottie) Hammond and Dr. Charles Ralph Cornwall, of Salt lake City; Claude C. Cornwall, Ithaca, N.Y., and Douglas T. Cornwall, Clayton, N.M., [also Marvin Jay Cornwall 1896-1897] 21 grandchildren and 31 great-grandchildren.
“A good neighbor and his brother’s keeper” best describe the long active life of Elder Cornwall. He demonstrates these attributes even in his older years by raising a garden and his willingness to share it, if need be, with his neighbors.
In years gone by if a neighbor would not clean the irrigating ditch, Bishop Cornwall, (he served 23 years at the head of Winder Ward,) would say, “Never mind. I’ll fix him” and then he would take a shovel and clean the ditch himself, according to his daughter, Mrs. Hammond.
During the influenza epidemic of 1918 he was found calling at home after home, day and night, nursing the sick and assisting with their needs.
His 30 months of service in the southern States Mission came at a time when the bitterest persecution the Church experienced there was at its height and his mellowing influence made friends of some of these enemies. Six months after his departure for the mission field his baby son who was three weeks old when he left, diked.
Returning home he taught school for 10 years after receiving his training at the BYU. His pupils filed into the school room while he played marches on his flute. Later he spent a number of years as a salesman.
Always wit the people’s interest at heart he never forgot them in his prayers, even during the several terms he served as chaplain in the state legislature.
He was born Oct.. 14, 1863 in Mill Creek, a suburban area in the south-eastern part of the Salt Lake Valley, to Joseph and Charlotte Carter Cornwall. On Dec. 8, 1886, in the Logan Temple, he married Mary Ellen Spencer. She died in June 1941.
He served many years as a patriarch in the Wells Stake and was released only when his hearing began to fail him.
] Civic-minded and with an ability to mingle with all his neighbors, he was the means of getting electricity and water into the neighborhood.
The local camp of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers last week named their camp in his honor for the service he had given the community. He resides in the Belvedere Ward.
His long life he credits to working hard all his life and being very “tempered” carefully watching how, when and what he ate of the simple foods.
An ardent student of the Bible, he has written many stories and poems pertaining to the Gospel. Daily when not busy in his plot of ground with his vegetable garden and beautiful flowers he can be found with pen in hand composing a poem or reading the standard works of the Church.
His love for his “Mountain Home so Dear” can be found in this opening verse of a recent poem:
To The Wasatch Range
“Thank God for those lofty old mountains,
Covered with perpetual snow.
Standing like mighty armed sentinels
Guarding our valleys below.”
He has been a doer of these words, as his family will testify. They are J. Spencer Cornwall, director of the Tabernacle Choir; Melvin C. Cornwall, Mrs. West (Lottie) Hammond and Dr. Charles Ralph Cornwall, of Salt lake City; Claude C. Cornwall, Ithaca, N.Y., and Douglas T. Cornwall, Clayton, N.M., [also Marvin Jay Cornwall 1896-1897] 21 grandchildren and 31 great-grandchildren.
“A good neighbor and his brother’s keeper” best describe the long active life of Elder Cornwall. He demonstrates these attributes even in his older years by raising a garden and his willingness to share it, if need be, with his neighbors.
In years gone by if a neighbor would not clean the irrigating ditch, Bishop Cornwall, (he served 23 years at the head of Winder Ward,) would say, “Never mind. I’ll fix him” and then he would take a shovel and clean the ditch himself, according to his daughter, Mrs. Hammond.
During the influenza epidemic of 1918 he was found calling at home after home, day and night, nursing the sick and assisting with their needs.
His 30 months of service in the southern States Mission came at a time when the bitterest persecution the Church experienced there was at its height and his mellowing influence made friends of some of these enemies. Six months after his departure for the mission field his baby son who was three weeks old when he left, diked.
Returning home he taught school for 10 years after receiving his training at the BYU. His pupils filed into the school room while he played marches on his flute. Later he spent a number of years as a salesman.
Always wit the people’s interest at heart he never forgot them in his prayers, even during the several terms he served as chaplain in the state legislature.
He was born Oct.. 14, 1863 in Mill Creek, a suburban area in the south-eastern part of the Salt Lake Valley, to Joseph and Charlotte Carter Cornwall. On Dec. 8, 1886, in the Logan Temple, he married Mary Ellen Spencer. She died in June 1941.
He served many years as a patriarch in the Wells Stake and was released only when his hearing began to fail him.
] Civic-minded and with an ability to mingle with all his neighbors, he was the means of getting electricity and water into the neighborhood.
The local camp of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers last week named their camp in his honor for the service he had given the community. He resides in the Belvedere Ward.
His long life he credits to working hard all his life and being very “tempered” carefully watching how, when and what he ate of the simple foods.
An ardent student of the Bible, he has written many stories and poems pertaining to the Gospel. Daily when not busy in his plot of ground with his vegetable garden and beautiful flowers he can be found with pen in hand composing a poem or reading the standard works of the Church.
His love for his “Mountain Home so Dear” can be found in this opening verse of a recent poem:
To The Wasatch Range
“Thank God for those lofty old mountains,
Covered with perpetual snow.
Standing like mighty armed sentinels
Guarding our valleys below.”
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