Earl Kidd & Bettie Coffin – Kidd Histories

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Earl Clement Kidd

Bettie Naomi Coffin Kidd

Tree for Earl Clement Kidd

Earl Clement Kidd

and Bettie Naomi Coffin Kidd

Earl Clement Kidd

Born Sept. 21, 1916. Drummond, IdahoDied Jan. 2005Salt Lake City.

Buried @ Larkin Sunset Lawn 2350 E. 1300 So. Salt Lake City, Utah

Married: Bettie Naomi Coffin Kidd Born Sept. 10, 1923. St. Anthony, Idaho

Children of Earl and Bettie Kidd

Joel Clement Kidd 24 Dec 1947
Joel’s History

I can remember the first place we lived, the address was about 50 N. W. temple 1/2 block from Temple Square. We lived in an apartment there. It was just a duplex and people lived in the basement there and we lived upstairs. I can remember the apartment itself. I slept in the bedroom upfront and my mother was in the bedroom with me. Dad slept in the back in a cot actually. He didn’t like sleeping with my mom for that matter because he was such a restless sleeper. For that matter, they never slept together, but that is just the way we did it in that house. We had an old black and white TV, and that is what got me interested in sports cause I could watch the old hockey games from back East, the old NBA games on that TV and that was something that caught my eye and to this day I am somewhat a Boston Celtics fan and I have grown to like the San Jose Sharks, but that was from living in San Jose.

There were wooden garages, 100% wood, the kind you could walk in and there were cobwebs everywhere. I don’t think my dad ever parked in there. They would charge for parking during conferences and I remember I would get out there and help. This is when I was barely reaching the age of 5. They would fill the back and all the way up the driveway and the garages. That is the way they made a little money on the side. They would charge a$1.00 or $2.00.

We use to go up the hill towards the Capital and sleigh-ride. We would go up another 1/2 block to 1st North and hike East on that street to get to State Street to get to the hill. Dave Newsome and I would ride down that sidewalk going West and we’d ride up on that guy’s yard cause that is the only way we had of slowing down.

I remember Dave and I were getting into one of our play rock fights where we would just throw rocks at each other just to have something to do. I remember he picked up a large clinker from the old coal stoves that we used to heat the place. It was the leftover coal and one flew over and hit me in the heat. Luckily I had one of those old pull-over leather hats with the flaps and that is the only thing that kept me from having serious damage to the head. My head still got cut even with that hat on. I had to get a number of stitches. We went out to that old memorial clinic there on 9th East and 21st south, I remember the Dr. talked to me that it wasn’t going to hurt. I remember the color of the stream of blood down the pillow after I got up after the stitches were done.

I can remember the time I caught one of those swallowtail butterflies. I caught it in my fingers, it had landed on a pine tree by me and it closed its wings up so I grabbed it, I wanted to go show my mother. I remember I was afraid it would bite me or sting me so I shook it all the way into the house to show mom and about beat the poor thing to death. I remember one time we went out to throw rocks at the big black widow spider on the side of the house or complex where we lived. It had a hole where it lived and then its web on the outside of the hole. We threw gravel at it until it wouldn’t come back. I don’t know if we killed it or not but we never saw it again. And at the time it was as big as my hand. Which may have been correct back then.

We use to go down to Temple square on the South East portion of the Temple they had walkways under state street so you could go under the street to the other side. And they had big awnings over the stairs so you wouldn’t get wet when it rained as you were going downstairs. We use to get up on top of those cement walkways primarily during a parade so we could see everything and not have people stand in front of us. It was just me and a couple of the kids, we were by ourselves. you didn’t have to worry about where your kid was back then. It was pretty fun watching those floats. I don’t remember going on temple square grounds very often, we would cut through sometimes but that was about all.

We moved right around the time my brother was born to the house on 7th East and approximately 50 S. we spent some time there. I don’t remember too much about it . I remember mom bought me a night light and it would stay on all night. I don’t remember if I needed it or even asked for it. We weren’t there for very long then we moved down to the one on 8th South 833 E. on 8th south We were on the corner of Windsor and 8th south.

Dad threw up a chain-link fence to keep dogs out of the yard, which was ok but it made me have to trim around each post with the hand sheers. After a while they got real dull and but he didn’t care as long as I got it done. We had a parking strip covered with dandelions and he was a nut for keeping weeds out. That strip of parking would be my job, he’d hand me the dandelion digger and I would go out and dig them up and throw them out into the street on Windsor road and I remember the roadside on our side would be covered with dandelions.

Dad and I would play basketball with him and the Menos family. Jim and John Menos. John was my age and we spent a lot of time playing basketball. I remember I would play my little baseball exercises off the back of the house. There was a little cement walkway that went to the driveway to the back of the house and around the house to the back door on the Eastside. I would get a tennis ball and throw it up against the house or to the sidewalk first then off the house so it would go higher and I’d practice catching fly balls and practice catching ground balls and would have my little fantasy games going on in my mind you know about being the great outfielder. It was a lot of fun. When we got board we would collect some dog poop and put it out on the cement gutter that ran in front of the house…they’re a little deeper than the ones in Logan, These were square on the bottom and we could put our feet down in there and sit on the lawn on the parking and we would put dog poop out there on the other side of the gutter to collect flys. Then we would go around collecting rubber bands and hook them together and we would flip those rubber bands at the flys so they would hit the flies and try to kill them. You had to be careful not to hit the dog poop. It would get crusty and we would shake it off, our hands would start to smell bad, you had to be careful.

The kid that lived across the street from us, was a little older but he had polio and this was his idea to kill boredom. We did this for him to help him kill boredom. His name was Monty Hancock. I don’t know if he is still alive. He was two years older I remember going to high school and he was ready to graduate

I can remember when my mother worked for Western Union for quite a while when it was on 3rd South and Main Street. It was pretty large for someone my size and they would have their company parties and my mother got put in charge of beverages, so she bought dad’s root beer and Nehi in the old glass bottles royal crown cola and they would store them in the garage until the party. It was close to liberty park which was convenient. I can remember smuggling a few bottles of Nehi pop.

I remember my dad using the garage to skin deer, he had been to cook school so he knew how to cut up a piece of meat pretty well. He would cut and package, he had a roll of freezer paper and he would do that every deer season. I went deer hunting with him one or two times. One time we got a nice deer, we were walking along the edge of some quakes and it came running out. I guess some deer hunters were driving it or something. He dropped down and shot that buck. He brought this deer hauler for positive thinking in case we needed it and in fact, we did need it. It was like a little cot on one wheel in the middle and four handles two on each end with canvas in the middle. So we wrestled it up, got the deer on top of it, and went back to the camp and after we gutted it and tagged it, took it back and hung it in the garage, cut it up, and put it in the freezer. He was always pretty good. He knew how to cut the deer’s throat and make it bleed so it wouldn’t be too gamey. If ya leave the blood in there it tastes a little gamey or if had been running too much it would make it kind of tough. 833 E. 8th south across from Smiths Drug store. It was a little brown house. I remember Dad slept down in the basement, Mom slept upstairs in the North-East corner. She had her own bedroom. Wynn and I slept in the northwest corner. Down in the basement, I remember when we first moved into the house. The owner before us, his kid took me down and showed me on the floor of the closet, he had his Dad cut a little hole so he could get in there and hide stuff. It was like a safe deposit box where he could hide things. It was just a hole you covered with a piece of wood. I was so fascinated that I don’t think I ever put anything in there but it was just the fact that it was there and I could use it if I wanted to hide stuff in there.

I can remember the kids, with the guys in the neighborhood. We didn’t play poker but we would play Canasta, we loved Canasta!

I can remember playing little league baseball, for a while my dad was the coach, mainly because I was on the team. He hauled around the bats and the balls and we played up there on the ground that is just up by the VA hospital. There was a bunch of baseball fields up there that we used to play our games on. I was just an average player, nothing fantastic, but we had some pretty good guys on the team. I don’t remember much about the regular season, because sometimes I would play and sometimes I wouldn’t. I remember that I went to the all-star game so I must have been good enough to do that. We had an all-star game where we played against another all-star team and the reason I remember it was because of one of the guys on the team I went to school with. He went to the same Jr. High. I attended Roosevelt Jr. High and so did he. So we got to talking about old times. He played on their team and I played on mine. So down to the end, I think it was my last up to bat, I hit a home run and I can remember how exciting it was to do that. I had never hit a home run in any game I had played. My mother was so excited, she jumped up and banged the back of her knees on the bench she was sitting on and broke a bunch of blood vessels on the back of her knees. Her knees were all black and blue for about a week and a half or so. We lost the game, I don’t remember what the score was or anything but that was the highlight of my little league career.

Some of the camping excursions that my dad took us on were up to Jack Ass Meadows. I remember a picture of my mother leaning on a sign with arrows on it pointing to which sight you wanted to go see. It was out on the forest road. We would go pick Huckleberries. We’d get out in there where we could find a patch of them. They were always out on the North slopes. I was wearing shorts and would always get blue specks on my shorts from sitting on the berries. My dad would always pick Huckleberries and then take them back home and can them. He liked to put them on Vanilla Ice Cream, and they were good. But I in my later years could pick a pint of them and it would take a while and then I would take them down to the Aspen Acres, it was a little resort between Ashton and the tree line going east from Ashton. It had little spots where you could go in and park your RVs and they had showers and stuff. It was outdoorsy, not a high class at all. It had a little golf course there, I don’t remember if it were 9 or 18 holes, but I would pick a pint of Huckleberries which was a lot of work like I said, but I would take them into the little lady there and she would give me a round of golf for free, but then she would take them and make a pie with them. I’m sure they were good, I never got to taste one but I just know they were good. She would make them for her family. They had a little stand or a booth where they would take the money for the golf games. But they had a little booth where they would sell knit sweaters, and my mother’s mouth would water when we went there and she would inevitably buy one every time we went and she ended up with a whole slug of them. I remember how much fun the golf was sometimes you would have to hit it clear up and over the quakes onto the green. You could pick your way through the quakes which would take five or six strokes, but this way you could just take a good wedge and hit a high shot and drop it on the green. Then you would put, but that was the only way you could get it on the green was to hit a really good sand wedge over all those quakes, I don’t even know if that place is still there. That was a lot of fun to play that little course. I was probably in my early or late teens.

I can remember going up later when I lived in California when my parents were making their annual trip. What I would do is load up my car and drive up I-80 until I got to Wells, then drive north up to Jack Pot Nevada and drive towards Twin Falls and go East till I got to Blackfoot, then North past Idaho Falls and clear up to Ashton to get to Jack Ass. I would pitch my tent up above where we normally camped cause I just didn’t want to bother with the water from all the rain. And I would pitch my tent just up the top level of the old campsite where my dad and mom stayed. I would put a big piece of carpet outside the tent so you could wipe your feet off and then put a big blue tarp over the top of the tent in case it rained real hard so it could run off and away from the tent. My dad would have to dig trenches around the tent so when it would run off it wouldn’t go under the tent. I didn’t want to have to fight with any of that so I just stayed on top. Those trips were invaluable as far as family, family unity, family getting to know each other. There were a lot of places to hike around there. We would get up on the cliffs and we could look down on Connen creek and I don’t remember if my dad ever fished Connen Creek but there were beaver dams down there in a number of spots, he would fly fish those spots but they were really small fish, they were natives and yet they were mature trout, maybe 9 inches, that was the size of their life up there, I don’t know if they had any predators up there.

Later on, as I got into golfing we would take a sack of range balls with me and a couple of clubs with me and I would tee up some balls and swing as hard as I wanted and they would barely reach the other side of the canyon if I hit it full boar, but most would go clear down the bottom of the canyon it was a lot of fun.

Memories with Wynn

My brother, I remember in the house on 8th East 8th south. We use to be in the same bedroom and we were in bunk beds and he was on the top, I would bounce him with my legs underneath the bed and I remember one time I flipped him out of the bed clear to the floor, No harm done I don’t remember if there was any damage done.

We would play basketball in the bedroom, we would put a metal trash can in the corner and we would play basketball around the bunk bed and shoot at the basket and he would come out when we would play football. He got to be quite a good little basketball player in the driveway out there. He got better when we moved to the house on 14th east where it is now. I can remember him and dad never really got along very well. He was a little more resentful of the harsh treatment and my dad knew it, they were too much alike too bullheaded. He never made Wynn go with me when we went down to do genealogy work. I think I remember him taking Wynn when we would go do yard work. Dad use to do yardwork for people. He had a little machine and he would trim bushes and mostly yard trimming and cleaning up. In a couple of places, I had to mow the lawn most often it was just yard work. He had taken a few classes to learn how to trim bushes and roses and back then in those days if you didn’t take a little can of varnish and paint over the end that you cut off the boars would get in there and sting the place where you cut it off and the boar would work its way down into the stem. I can remember him trimming those roses and painting over the tip of each cut he made.

Wynn was always around, I would play catch with him and he got a little more independent than I did, sooner in life than I did and my dad knew that. Dad would get on us for not helping clean up. My mom had been sick and had problems and he really came down on us. He would come down harder on Wynn than he would on me. He knew Wynn wouldn’t take to it as readily as I would. I was a little softer and I think that is why he had me go with him to do genealogy and Wynn never did as far as I remember. That was part of the problem cause Wynn resented him when we would get told to do something or get chastised he would come into the room and make obscene gestures to my dad behind the door so he couldn’t see it and at first, we each had our own bedroom and our own TV, black and white TV’s he put in our rooms to motivate us to do our homework. It helped me I would sit in there and do my homework from High school and watch the old batman shows and wild Wild West, It seemed a little more comfortable. It is the same with me now, I leave the TV on all night while I’m sleeping in the same room so I don’t know it is something funny.

We set up a basketball court outback on this house on 14th East. Dad put a big nice backboard and rim, we played a lot of basketball out there on that driveway, it’s still out there now. We even had a bunch of the kids that played for East High. We would have a little two on two games or three on three games there on the driveway. I was a pretty good basketball player. I played inner murals a lot so I could play with those kids. I played football so it was a conflict of interest to a degree, kinda like skiing was to basketball, they didn’t want us skiing if we played basketball or football cause of the odds of hurting ourselves or something like that.

I can remember some of the bad times when Wynn got the next-door neighbor pregnant and mom and dad were fit to be tied. I know they went down to the courthouse and had a shotgun marriage and they moved into an apartment building style house and they lived there for a while till the baby was born then they moved somewhere else. They stayed together grudgingly, I really don’t think they liked each other but they stayed together for the kids. They had a total of three children. At one point Jessie had a tubular pregnancy and they had to go in and remove the baby. So she had at least four pregnancies. Chris Elizabeth and Molly. Molly lives in San Diego with another guy with the last name of Kidd so they just didn’t ever get married. They are both science people and I think they both have master’s degrees. I think he has his doctorate degree, no reason to get married they have the same last name.

Christopher is in Atlanta Georgia, working for the government, he had been working up here at Hill Air Force Base for a while but he got that job after he got his degree at the “U” ( Utah State University), it was an economic degree.

He went on a mission to the Dominican Republic, met a girl, and fell in love with her, a Dominican girl, she had been on a mission. I don’t remember where she went unless she stayed in Dominica. They got married, he speaks Spanish and she speaks Spanish so they get along fine. I just hope they are teaching their children Spanish. I assume they are cause they speak it all the time.

He told me one or two times that they needed some instruction done on a piece of machinery or electronics or jets, they sell these things to other countries and he said one time they sold these electronics to Chili to put in their jets or planes and they flew Christopher down there to help instruct the guys on how to put it in. So he is pretty much in somebody’s eye. He’s got to feed those kids he’s got four or five boys and his wife Miriam is Dominican, she’s dark and the kids aren’t dark. One of them has kind of a tan, but pretty much white and it really irritates Miriam’s mother, she is really offended by that but it is water under the bridge. But she was pretty much chapped that she kept getting grandsons that didn’t have any tan. So that is what Christopher does now.

Elizabeth, her husband graduated from the “U” (Utah State University). He is in computer science and he ended up, working for a law firm working on their computers, he was a computer geek. Then he got a job offer with the NSA. It was pretty much technical stuff so they moved him out to Maryland to be near the Pentagon and I’m not sure where he works exactly cause he doesn’t talk about it much. Guess it is a pretty good job, they lived in or around Maryland close to where he worked and they were involved a little in the Storm that hit there. But they have moved into another little place because she has a new little baby. They now have a little boy and a little girl. I guess she is doing pretty well.

Memories of Joel from Jeff Melvin

Teresa Olsen

to me

9 days ago details

Deb, this was an interesting memoir from one of Joel’s friends. I thought you’d appreciate it. I’m sending another one from his friend, Donna Boone right after this one.

—– Original Message —–

From: Jeff Melvin

Sent: 06/16/13 12:30 PM

To: ‘Teresa Olsen’

Subject: RE: Sad news about Joel Kidd

Hello Teresa

I hope this email finds you well and the many friends and family of Joel’s are celebrating the life he lived.

I first met Joel as a young man, or like Joel and I might say, “as a Ute” ( a line from the movie My Cousin Vinnie). It was in the early ’80s and I was in my twenties. We met through work when he was working at Sorenson Research. We spent plenty of time exploring all the fine dining experiences available in SaltLake. Joel, like many of us, enjoyed a good meal. We soon became lifelong friends. We had great times and a ton of laughs together. Through the many activities we shared from fishing, golfing, concerts, and boxing events, we covered a lot of ground.

Some of you will remember Joel’s love of movies and way back when we watched them on a VHS machine. I would often visit Joel at his apartment and catch the latest flick. Back then, he used to watch his favorite programs into the late evening with the 8” Sony TV resting on his chest. He later sold the TV to me and I’ve packed it around my whole life and it still works great! I can’t turn it on without thinking of him.

When he moved to San Jose we still stayed in touch. When my travels would take me there I’d always try and meet up with him and catch a Sharks game. My living in Seattle may have kept us apart but we still stayed in touch through phone calls and emails.

What I’ll remember most about Joel was his sense of humor and love to laugh. He always was fun to be with and enjoyable to be around. I feel fortunate to have had him in my life and called him a friend. Oh, and by the way, I still think he owes me a dinner.

Please give my best to all his friends and family,

Sincerely

Jeff Melvin

Ted Davls

to Curtis, Teresa, Jack, +26

9 days ago details

I am truly saddened to hear of Joel’s passing. My heartfelt condolences to all his family and friends. I met Joel when I was with Coles Express and flew out to San Jose for training back in 1993. Our companies merged and we shared many works and personal experiences long distance which continued until his passing. I knew from our first meeting what a great guy he was and it was a pleasure to have him as a fellow employee and friend. I will miss him terribly.

PS. Thank you Teresa for taking the time to find and reach out to his friends like me.

Ted

Erle Wynne Kidd 31 Oct 1952 Married Jessica Gunnell 23 Sep 1971

March 1, 1997, Narrative dictated over a subsequent period of weeks.

I remember living on the Mason place in my early childhood and attending school in Drummond, Idaho. I was about 6 or 7 years of age. I remember Grandmother and Grandpa Kidd, Aunt Evie (Evaline), and all of the Kidd boys who lived there: Walter, George (My Dad), Henry. One Sister, Willia, also lived there. Two younger sons, Hobson and Lawrence had pulled out of the family farm and had formed a separate farming partnership. The boys lived there and worked the farm at the Mason place. This would have been about 1920-22.

I remember riding in an old Vealey Racer that a hired man, Fred Deidrick, owned. He’d take Fern and me for a drive back and forth in front of the Mason place. He’d rev it up to about forty miles an hour and we thought we were really “flying.” We were so sad when Fred quit and returned to his home.

I recall Dad building us home about 2 or 3 blocks south of the Mason place on the west side of the road. Many of the details of life escape me, but I remember our neighbors, the Sloss family, who lived a mile west of us and had to drive east by our place to the road that ran north and south past our home to get their mail. One memory lives on with me: Uncle Jack Bresock, who had married Willia, brought some coyote pups he had caught and he gave Fern and me each a pup. Dad had dug, but not completed a fruit cellar. Fern and I tied our pups by a leash near the cellar. One night one of them fell in the pit and hung himself. The other one was later given to one of the Vansickle boys for use on his dog sled team. It would nip the heels of the dogs in front of it so it served as an excellent motivator. I have a picture of Fern and me that Aunt Willia took of us standing out in a field. A note on it indicates that I was eight years of age. That would have been the year (1923-24) that Uncle Jack and Dad, as partners, farmed the Thompson place, a dry-farm located in the lower (western end) of Hog Hollow. A severe drought limited that partnership venture to one year.

Uncle Jack had an old dog called “Bum.” In this picture, the dog is standing with his front paws up on brother Fern. I was standing with my hands in my pockets and an old cap on my head.

The next stop that I remember was on the Hans Nielsen place on Fall River, about 4 miles directly south of Ashton, Idaho, and about 4 miles west and a mile north of Drummond. That’s where I learned to fish. One day I was casting my line, with a spinner on it with a three-pronged hook. The hook caught me in the right ear. I started to wail and ran for the house, calling for “mom.” Mother came running to me to see what was the matter and found that hook firmly implanted. Dad took a razor blade and cut the hook out of my ear. That experience is still vivid in my memory.

We rented the Hans Nielsen place only a year or two before my parents bought it and moved our family to the Green place which was located about two miles due east of the Nielsen home in a community called Farnum. The Green place is where the rest of my youth was spent. We attended the two-room Farnum grade school, district # 64. Our teachers were Mr. & Mrs. Bryant & Winifred Bean.

My youthful years were spent working on the farm, which I didn’t much like. I was afflicted with asthma and hay fever. It just about killed me at one time. Dad sat up with me all night long. The next day they took me to the Doctor and got some medication, which didn’t help much. It did succeed in keeping me awake at night. I could get very little sleep. After 3 years of high school, the National Youth Administration (NYA) started up. Some of us students were called in to see if we wanted to go to this school. It provided board and room plus ten dollars a month spending money. Boy, I jumped at that!! I caught the train in July 1941 and headed for Weiser, Idaho. I worked there for 14 months training in commercial foods, learning the art of cooking. One day, I was called into the office and the Chef said, “There is an opening at Gowan Army Air Base in Boise, Idaho. If they hire you, you’ll be cooking in the Hospital. You choose a man to go with you, a compatible friend, and take him along. They’ll give you both a trial period.” Thus my professional career was launched.

When we left the NYA program at Weiser, we had little money so we had to hitchhike

to Boise. We rented a room at a cruddy hotel where we stayed till we could afford something better. Ed Hawkins was my friend who went with me. He later developed his “Lighthouse Dressing” which can be currently found (1997) in most grocery stores in Salt Lake City. Ed’s home was in Sandpoint, Idaho. He got into a contentious disagreement with the mess sergeant. That argument resulted in fisticuffs and the sergeant firing Ed. He returned to his Sandpoint home until drafted. About this time World War two was well underway. I received my draft notice to report to the Boise recruiting station. On April 23rd, 1943, I was assigned to the Air Force and wound up in England. I served there as a cook until rheumatoid arthritis caused my return to the states.

By August of 1944, I was back at home in Ashton, after receiving a medical discharge at Baxter General Hospital in Spokane, Washington, on August 3, 1944. My friend, Ed, wound up in the Army, serving somewhere in the Far East during his military career.

After a brief stay in Ashton, I moved to the Central Hotel in Logan, Utah, and took

employment with Fleishman Yeast Company as a field representative. The job involved servicing retail outlets in the extended area from Cache Valley. Within a year, this lost its appeal. After another brief interlude in Ashton, I reentered my professional career as a cook at the Bushnell Indian School at Brigham City, Utah in June of 1946. After 6 years at the Indian school, an opening occurred at the Veteran Administration

Joel Clement Kidd

Born: Dec. 24, 1947. Salt Lake City, Utah Holy Cross Hospital.

Lived & attended school in Salt Lake City until the Fall of 1966 (Hamilton Elementary Roosevelt Junior High East High) Attended & graduated from Mesa Jr. College (Grand Junction, CO) from the fall of 1966 to Spring of 1968. Had a football scholarship.

Served a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints from the fall of 1968 to the fall of 1970. Some of The areas served were Barstow, Los Angeles, Santa Barbara, & Santa Maria, CA. Also Las Vegas, NV.

Attended Utah State University from 1970 until 1972.

Went to work for Cordin Co. in 1972. They made ultra-high-speed cameras used in industrial & military photography.

Went to work for Sorenson Research Co. in late 1972. They manufactured a multitude of medical products used in hospital operating rooms & patient recovery rooms. Sorenson Research was purchased by Abbott Laboratories in 1979.

I left Abbott Labs in 1985.

While employed at Abbott Labs, I attended Utah Technical College (now Salt Lake Community College) taking night classes.

I graduated in 1985 with an Associate Degree in Transportation Management.

Went to work for Viking Freight (trucking) in Oct. of 1986. Worked in the Rates Dept. as a Rate Clerk in Santa Clara, CA. Viking Freight was purchased by FedEx Freight in 2001. Worked for FEDEX until Nov of 2008 when they closed that Office location. Moved back to Salt Lake City to retire.

Erle Wynne Kidd

Born Oct. 31, 1952. Salt Lake City, Utah

Died Jan. 2002Salt Lake City.

Buried Larkin Sunset Lawn 2350 E. 1300 So. Salt Lake City, Utah

Erle Wynne attended Hamilton Elementary School, Roosevelt Junior High & East High School in Salt Lake City. Graduated from East High in 1971. Played Junior Varsity basketball at East. Briefly attended Utah Trade Technical College for a time to study to become an electrician. Was an avid coin collector, sports enthusiast & auto mechanic. He Married Jessica Gunnell on September 23rd, 1971. Worked for American Stravell then Fleming Foods in Warehouse management for 30+ years. He died of multiple organ failure on January 10th, 2002 in Salt Lake City, Utah, and is buried in Larkin Sunset Lawn 2350 E. 1300 So. Salt Lake City, Utah with his father Earl Clement Kidd.

Children of Erle Wynne and Jessica Gunnell Kidd

Christopher Wynne Kidd 27 April 1972 Salt Lake City, Utah

Molly Catherine Kidd 11 October 1974 Salt Lake City

Elizabeth Ashley Kidd 1 Sep 1985 Salt Lake City

Verified by Elizabeth Grange, September 23, 2008

Earl and Bettie Kidd

Married January 2nd, 1946 in Salt Lake City Temple. They had 2 sons. Joel Clement Kidd and Erle Wynne Kidd. They lived in Salt Lake City, most of the time right above East High School. Bettie and Earl spent their latter years dedicated to Genealogy and spent their days dedicated in service at the Salt Lake Family History Library.

They have 3 grandchildren- all children of Erle Wynne Kidd and Jessica Gunnell Kidd: Christopher, Molly, and Elizabeth.

And 8 great-grandchildren: Joseph, Jesse, Fernando (Jimmy), and Jacob -sons of Christopher. Jade, Oakley, Skyler, Aaryn -children of Elizabeth.

EARL C. KIDD MEMOIRS Dictation started Dec. 11, 1996

868 South 1400 East Salt Lake City, Utah 84105

Earl Clement Kidd, son of George C. and Minnie Jackson Kidd, was born in Drummond, Idaho, on Sept. 21, 1916. My son, Earl Wynne Kidd, is here with me to help me get this account started.

March 1, 1997-Narrative dictated over a subsequent period of weeks. I remember living on the Mason place in my early childhood and attending school in Drummond, Idaho. I was about 6 or 7 years of age. I remember Grandmother and Grandpa Kidd, Aunt Evie (Evaline) and all of the Kidd boys who lived there: Walter, George (My Dad), Henry. One Sister, Willia, also lived there. Two younger sons, Hobson and Lawrence had pulled out of the family farm and had formed a separate farming partnership. The boys lived there and worked the farm at the Mason place. This would have been about 1920-22.

I have a picture of Fern and me that Aunt Willia took of us standing out in a field. A note on it indicates that I was eight years of age. That would have been the year (1923-24) that Uncle Jack and Dad, as partners, farmed the Thompson place, a dry-farm located in the lower (western end) of Hog Hollow. A severe drought limited that partnership venture to one year. Uncle Jack had an old dog called “Bum.” In this picture, the dog is standing with his front paws up on brother Fern. I was standing with my hands in my pockets and an old cap on my head.

After 3 years of high school, the National Youth Administration (NYA) started up. Some of us students were called in to see if we wanted to go to this school. It provided board and room plus ten dollars a month spending money. Boy, I jumped at that!! I caught the train in July 1941 and headed for Weiser, Idaho. I worked there for 14 months training in commercial foods, learning the art of cooking. One day, I was called into the office and the Chef said, “There is an opening at Gowan Army Air Base in Boise, Idaho. If they hire you, you’ll be cooking in the Hospital. You choose a man to go with you, a compatible friend, and take him along. They’ll give you both a trial period.” Thus my professional career was launched. When we left the NYA program at Weiser, we had little money so we had to hitch-hike to Boise. We rented a room at a cruddy hotel where we stayed till we could afford something better. Ed Hawkins was my friend who went with me. He later developed his “Lighthouse Dressing” which can be currently found (1997) in most grocery stores in Salt Lake City. Ed’s home was in Sandpoint, Idaho. He got into a contentious disagreement with the mess sergeant. That argument resulted in fisticuffs and the sergeant firing Ed. He returned to his Sandpoint home until drafted. About this time World War two was well underway. I received my draft notice to report to the Boise recruiting station. On April 23rd, 1943, I was assigned to the Air Force and wound up in England. I served there as a cook until rheumatoid arthritis caused my return to the states. By August of 1944, I was back at home in Ashton, after receiving a medical discharge at Baxter General Hospital in Spokane, Washington, on August 3, 1944. My friend, Ed, wound up in the Army, serving somewhere in the Far East during his military career.

After a brief stay in Ashton, I moved to the Central Hotel in Logan, Utah, and took employment with Fleishman Yeast Company as a field representative. The job involved servicing retail outlets in the extended area from Cache Valley. Within a year, this lost its appeal. After another brief interlude in Ashton, I re-entered my professional career as a cook at the Bushnell Indian School at Brigham City, Utah in June of 1946. After 6 years at the Indian school, an opening occurred at the Veteran Administration Hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah. I was able to get good recommendations from my former bosses and military supervisors. Those recommendations ( see Appendix A), along with the fact that I was a little bit older and had veteran status, got me hired. I went to work in the dietetic department on the 16th of January, 1953 as a cook in the VA Hospital. I was employed at this Hospital until the 13th of June, 1960. Rheumatoid arthritis had become so severe that I couldn’t lift much of anything. I put in an application for annuity retirement. It was approved by the Civil Service Commission Bureau of Retirement and Insurance on October 20th, 1960.

Retirement opened the door for me to go into Genealogy research at full speed. I have been greatly blessed in fulfillment of promises and counsel given me in my patriarchal blessing. It states that this is my mission and my calling. I am still actively involved in it as I approach my 81st birthday. Bettie has been a great partner and co-worker in this endeavor. Together we have identified and had the work done for countless ancestors and relatives. The Lohnes line has been traced back to Hessen, Germany. The early Morrow ancestors have been and remain difficult to find. David Morrow, Sr. left Warren County about 1820. He is mentioned in the estate record of William Morrow in Warren County, Tennessee which later became Franklin and DeKalb Counties. The trail ends there, at the present. But his son, David Jr., and his wife’s work is completed.