Many of you know I've been working on putting together a Family History book on Grandpa (Clement) Sense the imput is trickling in slowly I though putting some of it on the blog might be some insentive, and you can copy picutures and post picture and stories too if you want. well her are some of the picutures I have already...
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I have many favorite stories of dad. From the 2nd world war I liked his guard tower stories. One time he fell asleep and an enemy soldier made it up the tower attempting to steal dads gun. He said "something woke me up". He was able to get to he's feet at point his gun at the fellow and scare him back down. While he was up in the tower it was long and boring he was reading the book of Mormon and the New Testiment when he realized how they fit together and and teatified of truth. He said he came running down off the tower yelling "Its true It's true" He said only the monkeys heard his testimony that time. When dad got home from the war he was depressed and spent alot of time in his room. His father was concerned about him so one day he called him out of his room and said "come here I bought you someting". When dad came outside there was a red convertible. His father told him to take the car and join his sister Rita at B.Y.U.. They were living in California at the time. When he got to B.Y.U. he had a problem. He had left for military duty without graduating college. His adviser desided to let him give coledge a try and she how he did. He majored in Art and graduated. During the Korean war dad was hoping to avoid going. He thought a mission was a better idea. He met with Harold B. Lee who told him that going on a mission was a great idea and as soon as he was done serving his contry to come see him. While dad was serving in Korea he said he'd heard they were fighting against communism and for democracy. He did't really know what communism was. He desided if he was fighting against it he should. He went to the base library and checked out some books on communism. The next morning other soldierd had painted his boots-the color representing comunism. It was their way of calling him a comunist. Dads way of not thinking of what others would think of himm was one of his enearing quaities. Another story that reminds me off this happened when we were down south in the sixties on a family vacation. We stopped to get some food and dad went to get in line to buy hamburgers. There were two lines one for blacks and one for whites. He didn't noticed and stood in the black line. Some big white southerners thought he was making a political statement and surrounded him. They said, "you are in the wrong line" ready for a fight. Dad looked arround and said OK and got in the other line.
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