Anna Alvilda Maria Scorup

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MY DAD, ALMA ADOLF ANDERSON
JEAN ANDERSON KELLER

No Father was ever better than the father I had. He was very kind, loving, handsome, and would let us do things that scared mother. Like letting me ride horses by myself before I was 5 years old. He was very good to his animals, and he made sure that I always had a dog to play with, especially when I was the only child in the are. We lived on a farm quite away from any other houses. Several miles south of Salina, about 2 miles from Los Creek. I was 4 years old when my sister Dawn was born, so I was alone.
He and mother were not young people when they were married, he was 37 and Mother was 29, first marriages for both of them. They always had a struggle with their finances, but were a wonderful couple.
When I was in grade school, on Sundays, Dad would hold me on his lap and read the funnies to me. Sometimes my girlfriend Joan McAllister was there and she would listen. She wanted my dad for her dad.
Dad was very ill as a very small child with Diphtheria, which left him partially deaf. He later had smallpox which was very hard on him.
He stood 5'11”, not a drop of excess fat, and was straight up and down. When I saw him on a horse at 57 years old, he and the horse were one. In perfect harmony. He was a good looking cowboy to the end.
Before he married Mother he worked for a man by the name of Scorup, (Aunt Alvildas Brother). He had a large ranch and was very well off. Scorup offered all that he had if he would marry his daughter, Dad said no.
As a young man, Dad got to drinking quite a bit. He decided that it was not for him so he took a job with some cattle away from everyone. The place that he worked, for some reason, did not feed them, or they ran out of food. Anyway, they sucked birds eggs to get along at one time.
My dad was very clean in his yard. There were never big piles of manure in the barnyard, no weeds growing up anywhere. At one time we had neighbors that threw their garbage over into our barnyard, Mother was furious. Dad said, 'You're not going to clean it up, I'll clean it up, we are not going to have trouble over a little bit of garbage.” It happened again and again, but Dad told her not to get upset as he would just clean it up, and he did without saying anything to the neighbors.
Dawn, my sister, and I, liked to had Dad go to the store for groceries, as when he did, he always brought something home as a treat; gum, candy, etc. Mother never did, she was too practical. He always took longer than Mother expected, as peopled like him very much and would always stop and talk to him. He enjoyed it also as he was a very outgoing person.
He had a wonderful personality, and he and Mother were thought very highly of in Salina, even though they had few of the riches of the time. They were well respected throughout the area.
There were two holidays that were big in our life; Christmas and the Fourth of July. We always received a new dress and shoes then. Sometimes even a hat. (Dawn does not remember getting any new clothes for Christmas, but I think we got a few.) Dad and Mother always gave us money for the Fourth of July (what a big day that was), maybe .25 cents. But many times Dad would slip us more. Such a generous man. .25 cents went a long way then, when everything cost a nickel. Of course we did not know what “eating out” was in those days. It was the Depression and there was very little money for anything.
For quite a few years Dad worked for Whiting Construction Co. building roads. He would be gone for three weeks, then come home over the weekend and be gone again. He was the foreman for Whiting's jobs. He was so clean in his trailer and such a good cook, that when his boss came he always stayed with Dad.
One year, Dad was working in Red Canyon on the road to Bryce Canyon, we all went with him. He carefully made the ground flat. (A few years ago, Dawn and I found the place in Red Canyon where the tent had been and it was still nice and flat. JK.) He put boards down for the floor and we had a large tent. Mother had had a baby, just a few weeks before (John Horner, who had drowned before he was born), and Dad thought getting away from Salina for a few weeks would help her get better, as the birth was very hard. We woke up that morning to go and our dog Troubles had had 3 pups in the night. We packed them up with the rest of us and away we went. We had wonderful adventures. Dawn and I have many great memories. If Mother had known the risks we took, she would have passed out. Like getting on dead trees and sliding down the mountain, not a small mountain. Walking on tiny trails way above the floor of the canyon, and so many more things.
Dad loved Troubles very much. She was always so glad to see him that she would jump on the piano stool, into his arms, onto the floor, and then do it all over again and again. She was a Fox Terrier.
Dad shined our shoes every Sunday for church, which Dawn hated and would put her shoes as far under the church seat as she could, 'cause they would smell of shoe polish. Never bothered me.
Dad did not go to Church very often but had a strong testimony of the Gospel. He loved Joseph Fielding Smith, he was an apostle at the time. Dad also loved J. Golden Kimball as most people did at the time. As I have said, he was very honest (a trait that both he and Mother had given to us girls.) As saying goes, his word was as good as his bond. When our parents said something, we knew it was the truth. They never lied to anyone, including their children, as I have been with my children.
I remember two things he would do. On, he would tap me on the back with one finger, not hard, and tell me to straighten up, and two, he wanted us to brush our hair 100 times a night to make it shine. (I had a Dutch haircut, would not have done much good.) We didn't. O course, at that time, all clothing had buttons on it, no zippers nor snaps, and Dawn and I would use a safety pin in our clothes if we had lost a button. Dad would get very upset over that. He, nor Mother, every yelled in our home, at us or at each other. But his nostrils would flair when he was upset, they would flair then.
My parents never argued. Except over small things and Mother would be so positive about a subject. I would be on Dads side and Dawn would be on Mothers side. Most of the time Dad and I were right, Dad never told Mother, “See, I was right”, but boy I sure let Dawn know the “I was right.”
They were a wonderful couple and adored each other very much.
While my parents did not always attend church, they knew the church to be true. One time, while Dad was away, he wrote Mother a letter and said he felt that they should pay their tithing to the Church. Now, they had some dept at that time and Mother did not know how they could do it. But they did and the following year, Mother walked down the street and said we don't own them, nor them, nor them. They were completely debt free. (Because of this I have always had a testimony of paying tithing. I also have been very blessed. JK)
My father was a gentleman through and through. While they were building Geneva Steel Co. in Provo in the 1940's, my dad worked all day on a jack hammer. He would be so tired coming home from work. He would get on the bus and sit down and see a woman standing and get up and offer her his seat. He was the only man that would do it. The women were as tough as nails but it did not matter.
Dad had a great love for his brothers and sisters. Uncle Oscar had developed cancer and was given 6 months to live, the hospital sent him home to die. (Uncle Oscar did not know that.)
Dad was worried about Aunt Alvilda and how she would get along, so he went in with Uncle Oscar to buy cattle, Dad took care of them, knowing the Uncle Oscar could never help with the work. Two weeks before Dad went to the hospital, he put Uncle Oscars hay up. He would throw up and rest a while and then work a while and throw up and rest a while. He would drive up to the house and have to sit in the car for a while before he could get enough strength to come in the house. Uncle Oscar died of cancer June 1st, Dad died of cancer June 19th, 1947.
Leslie, my oldest child, had been born on April 23, 1947. We took her to the hospital so that Dad could see her. He had been so thrilled about his first grandchild, but because of an infectious disease in the hospital, they would not let me take her up. How I wish I had snuck her up.
My father only spanked me once in my life. I was four years old, Mother was expecting Dawn, and I would not keep my shoes on. I got a little paddle from Dad. Never did he slap me nor say unkind things to me. I don't think Dawn ever got a paddle. “Of course, she was perfect”. Beautiful, sweet, etc. etc. 'Course we both got paddled from Mother. She would send us out in the summer to get a willow, and willow our legs. Our mother was a Registered Nurse, and so she would never spank us anywhere that would have hurt our bodies, heads, etc. We were spanked on the bottom (we never said bum, nor any other word that sounded crude), or she would willow our legs.
One more story about my dad. Before he was married, two of his nieces, Vivian and Merle, were out to the farm at Lost Creek, about 5 miles South outside of Salina. They were probably kids, Merle being 4 years older than Vivian. There was a hired man that they did not like, and they knew he was going to sleep in a certain bed, so they got pieces of rose stalks (wild roses, very thorny) and put them in the bed. Unbeknownst to them, Dad slept in the bed.
When Dad saw the girls the next morning, he did not say a word, but picked up Merle (she said that he knew she was the leader) took her and dumped her over the fence into a ditch with water in it, and walked away. Never said a word. Of course, he knew that sweet Vivian would never think of it, and she was a sweet-hears. (I loved them both very much, they were much older than I was. Vivian born in 1910, Merle born in 1915m and me 1926, I always looked up to them. They were my older cousins. JK).

This short picture of my dad shows just a few of his greatness and goodness. He loved his brothers and sister, his wife, and his daughters, nieces and nephews, so very much, always concerned about his whole family.

When Anna Alvilda Maria Scorup was born on 3 February 1880, in Salina, Sevier, Utah Territory, United States, her father, Christian Christensen, was 45 and her mother, Karen Christensdatter, was 37. She married John Oscar Anderson on 7 September 1904, in Manti, Sanpete, Utah, United States. They were the parents of at least 2 sons and 2 daughters. She lived in Sevier, Utah Territory, United States in 1880 and Aurora, Sevier, Utah, United States in 1910. She died on 3 February 1979, in Salina, Sevier, Utah, United States, at the age of 99, and was buried in Salina, Sevier, Utah, United States.

  Begivenheder i hendes liv:

• Bopæl, 1880, Sevier, Utah Territory, United States.

• Bopæl, 1910, Aurora, , Utah.