About my Dad. Although a quiet, reserved, private person outwardly; inwardly, during his life he had demonstrated more drive and determination to succeed than anyone that I have ever known.
He was raised in the small Utah town of Garfield. The town had one small school that contained grades one through nine. Garfield was owned and maintained by Utah Copper Corporation, which later became Kennecott Copper.
The nearest high school was West High in Salt Lake City, thirty miles east of Garfield. Every school day he would walk to the Garfield train station at 5:30 am, then ride the rails to and from West High, returning home at 6:00 pm. He did that for three years. That was the easy part.
After graduating from high school, he enrolled at the University of Utah. For the next five years he did an even tougher routine. He rode the same train to the city, then would catch the trolley cars to the university. In the meantime, in order to finance his education, he worked for a Salt Lake baking company. His job, which he did every day after his classes at the university, was to deliver bakery product to the people living in the avenues (north section) of Salt Lake. His means of delivery was a horse drawn wagon. Needless to say, he didn’t return to Garfield at 6:00 pm. He wasn’t to see very many sunsets in his home town during those five years. He was a proud member of the University of Utah class of 1927.
Vane and Lynn
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