In honor of this dear man, my father, I wanted to share a memory from FamilySearch written by my oldest brother:
I will retell one incident (in about 1948) that had an impact on me as a growing, challenging boy: One evening we were at the old 3rd ward church (Delta, Utah) for a mutual meeting (Young Men & Young Women). About the time the meeting was to start, some of us youth boys and girls decided we were going to go to a movie up town instead of church. Somehow one of the guys had access to a car, which I can’t figure out! Anyway, just before we started to go, Dad found me and wanted to know if what he had heard about us going to town was true. Well, he was not pleased. He was the Bishop. – I told him it was true, we were on our way. He let me know that that was not acceptable. I said I was going anyway. I don’t recall if there were people close by listening in. If so, I was probably trying to save face with my friends and he may have been trying to keep his temper in check. It must have been awkward for him. I know it was getting awkward for me. – It soon became evident that neither of us was going to give in. – I just started to walk home. He just started to walk home with me!!
I was getting very confused as to what to do. I can’t drag him with me, he is the Bishop and has to be at church for this meeting. Still he was walking right along with me and we were beginning to make some distance from the church. He finally said something to the effect, “If it isn’t important to you to be at church, then it isn’t for me either. Family is what it’s all about!” I thought to myself, “He means to go with me all the way home!! I can’t do this.” I turned around and we went back to the church.
It was a learning experience for me. He was telling me that his efforts and service in the church would have little meaning if his family was out of it. I was important to him and he was also showing me that his concern for me was high on his list of priorities.