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Grandpa Ray

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1: Grandpa Raymond J. Porter loved a lot of things. | This book is to remember him and the heritage we are blessed by.

2: Mother | Grandfather | Grandmother | Great Grandmother | Great Grandmother | Great Grandfather | Great Grandfather | Clara Matilda Jameson July 29, 1892 Castle Dale, Utah | Alexander Jameson Jr. May 18, 1859 Provo, Utah Age 84 (Nov 2, 1943) | Millicent Ferris Hatfield August 12, 1862 Provo, Utah Age 90 (Mar 13, 1952) | Dorothy Sarah Jennison January 4, 1827 Nottingham, Nottinghamshire, England Age 76 (Aug 29, 1903) | John Hatfield November 14, 1818 Belper, Derbyshire, England Age 78 (Sept. 17,1896) | Pirene Brown Ewell November 5, 1835 , Caldwell, Missouri Age 88 (Apr 23, 1923) | Alexander Jameson Sr. March 25, 1829 Perry, Ohio Age 55 (Oct 23, 1884) | Raymond J. Porter December 15, 1916 Salt Lake City, Utah

3: Father | Grandfather | Grandmother | Great Grandmother | Great Grandmother | Great Grandfather | Great Grandfather | Edson Isaac Porter June 10, 1892 Colonia Dublan, Chihuahua, Mexico | Edson Darius Porter April 12, 1859 Provo, Utah Age 74 (Dec. 10, 1933) | Catherine Aurelia Carling March 11, 1865 Filmore, Utah Age 92 (Nov. 1, 1957) | Chauncey Warriner Porter October 20, 1812 Holland, New York Age 56 (Mar. 3, 1868) | Lydia Ann Cook August 6, 1830 Peoria, Illinois Age 52 (Dec. 20. 1882) | Isaac Wagoner Carling November 30, 1831 Esopus,, New York Age 80 (May 24, 1911) | Asenath Elizabeth Browning November 17,1835 Salt Lake City, Utah Age 64 (Jan.3, 1899)

4: Grandpa Ray loved his heritage. He came from a long line of faithful members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

5: Great Grandparents | Grandparents | Parents | Edson Isaac and Clara Matilda Porter Jameson | Edson Darius Porter and Catherine Aurelia Carling | Alexander Jameson Jr. and Millicent Ferris Hatfield | Raymond J. Porter | Chauncey Warriner and Lydia Ann Porter Cook | Isaac Wagoner and Asenath Carling Elizabeth Browning | John Hatfield and Dorothy Sarah Jennison | Alexander Jameson Sr. and Pirene Brown Ewell

6: Grandpa Ray loved Grandma Ila.

7: Grandpa Ray loved his children. Jan Steve Den Gary

8: Sun River, Montana 1941 | Grandpa Ray loved to farm. | Stake Farm South St. Claire Road Idaho Falls, ID 1960's

9: Stake Farm South St. Claire Road Idaho Falls, ID 1960's | Tampico, Montana 1940's | Wiotta, Montana 1952 | Sun River, Montana 1941 | Sun River 1941 | Ray, Kaye and workers Sun River 1940's

10: Grandpa Ray loved carpentry. | He built toy cars, trucks, airplanes, tow trucks, trains and lots of things out of wood.

11: Grandpa Ray loved camping and fishing.

12: Grandpa Ray loved cars.

13: A lot.

14: Grandpa Ray loved serving in the Church. | He served as branch president, and counselor in four bishoprics. Then he and Grandma served as welfare missionaries in the South Dakota, Rapid City Mission from March 1980 to September 1981.

15: Grandpa Ray loved serving in the temple. | He and Grandma served temple missions in Chicago, Illinois and Mesa, Arizona. They also served in the Idaho Falls temple.

16: Grandpa Ray loved to chuckle. | Grandpa was also a bit of a tease and a goof ball when he was young. He loved to pull pranks on people, which often involved his crooked finger.

17: Grandpa Ray was a pretty snappy dresser. He loved wearing bow ties, | And nobody could tilt a hat with quite as much style as Grandpa could. | dapper ties, and snazzy suits.

18: Grandpa Ray loved spending time with his grandchildren. | He has 18 grandchildren and the number of great-grandchildren keeps growing.

19: And | We love Grandpa Ray.

20: One Christmas [when we were living in Ammon, Idaho] Bishop Ball sent a Christmas present over for me. I opened it up and it was a bow tie. On the package it read: "From Bishop Ball and Old Red." The tie had been used some, but I was pretty proud of it just the same. I wore it to church quite often, even though it was a little large for the size of my neck. | Brother Joe Cook was our Sunday school teacher and a man of large stuture. We sat on wooden chairs on a concrete floor. I was sitting on the second row from the front. During the class period, I leaned back in my seat. Just then, one of the boys slipped a giant cap under the leg of my chair. As I came forward, and the chair leg met the concrete floor, the cap exploded. It sounded like the whole church house blew up. Brother Cook leaned over the top of the kids in the front row, lifting me right out of my seat and outside we went. On the way, I was thinking, 'I'm sure glad Dad is in the bishopric or Borther Cook will probably kill me!' After he finally let me tell him how it happened, he let me go back to class. All the kids were pretty well-behaved for the rest of the period. | I began high school at Ammon in 1931. My most liked subjects in my freshmanyear were agriculture and farm shop, band and algebra. I was a drummer in our school pep band and also the regular band. It was always fun to play the snare drum in the pepe band because we got to go with the football and basketball teams for their games. | All of my early days were during the 'depression' years. During this time it was important for community members to share with one another--nearly everyone was having a hard time. For one of my future farmer projects while in school, I sold my wheat for 32 cents per bushel and furnished the sacks to sell it in. We always left a small pail of milk in our barn after each milking, so some of the desitute Mexican families could come and get it for their children. Whenever we butchered a hog or beef, a lot of it went in the same direction as did other usable articiles my folks could spare." | Here are some stories from Grandpa Ray's life in his own words...

21: In 1935, one summer Sunday afternoon, a group of my boy friends had gone to Idaho falls, gotten their girlfriends, and were spending the afternoon out at Ammon. I happened to go along. One of the fellows introduced me to his new girlfriend, Miss Ila Martin. I had no idea then that four years later, she would be my wife. Before too long, Ila was going pretty steady with my best buddy. She had graduated from Idaho Falls HighS chool and started nurses training at LDS HOspital in Idaho Falls. As the mongths went by, I had associated with Ila enough to learn more of her qualities, her likes and dislikes. I had learned to like her quite well, although I never tried to break up the courtship betweeen her and her boyfriend. AFter sometime, something caused Ila and her boyfriend to stop seeing each other for a few weeks. I decided to try my luck at getting a date with her. I managed the feat and from then on, we were together quite often having many good times together." | When I graduated from High School in the spring of 1936, I decided to take a correcpondence course in Diesel Engineering. After studying my lessons during the summer, I went to Los Angeles, Cdalifornia for a practical training period at the Anderson School. A few weeks before I was to complete my training, I had an attack of appendicitis. I was taken to the L.A. General Hospital. I spent twenty days in the hospital recovering from it all. At first I was not expected to live. They sent a telegram to my mother to that affect. My mother cam to Los Angeles, she told me later, to escort my body home. Throughh the power of the priesthood and prayers in my behalf, I was made well and was able to go home with my mother. I was told that I would live to complete mh life's mission. One fo the elders that was called to administer to me was an undertaker, but evidently didn't shirk his duty to create business. | When I returned home and recuperated from my illness, I helped my father again on the farm. My father rented another one at the edge of Idaho Falls. Having a farm close to the city gave me added opportunity to slip over to the hospital on Miss Martin's off-duty hours for a visit with my best girlfriend. Sometimes between changes of the irrigation water, I would bring Ila out ot the field to show her the farm. Like the crops, our romance grew over time."

22: When I went to Montana plowing our family's new farm, my dad and President Ball had come up to Montana on the train to see how things looked after the plowing was done. They ahd planned to ride back to Idaho with me in my car. When we were preparing to leave President Ball said, "I want to ride in the middle so I can keep my hand on Ray's knee so he won't drive too fast." We left Sun River about sun down, with President Ball in the middle. It wasn't too long before President Ball and Dad were both asleep. I had been away from home for thirty days and Ila and I had planned to get married in a few days. I was anxious to ge thome. I guess my foot got kinda heavy on the gas pedal, but we were sure making good time. When we got home, President Ball said, "Well, that's the fastest trip I have ever made from Montana." I said, "Just think how quick we could have made it if you hadn't had your hand on my knee all the way home." | I took a trip to Salt Lake, Utah to buy a car. While I was there, I went down to Daynes jewelry store and bought a diamond ring haivng great hopes of asking Miss Ila Martin to accept it when I felt the time was right. I also picked out the wedding ring, but didn't buy it. I arranged to get it later on when I needed it--providing the engagement ring proposition went over all right. The jeweler also gave me 6 silver teaspoons to start our set of silverware. I got up the courage to slip the engagement ring on Miss Martin's finger with the promise that at a later date, after she graduated from nurses training, she would become my wife for time and all eternity. After her graduation from nurses training at the LDS hospital in Idaho Falls, Ila and I were married in the Salt Lake Temple November 27, 1939 by Nicholas G. Smith.

23: My wife and I leased the Sun River ranch from Mr. Sanborn. This was our first farm operation on our own. That year, 1941, was a pretty tough one for us, financially and otherwise. The Japanese had just bombed Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941 and most of the young men were going into the Armed Services. I had the opportunity to go to work for the Great Northern Railway so I thought I could better myself and family by working for wages. We sold what little farm equipment we had and moved to Great Falls to work for the railroad. I applied for the work and got an appointment for an interview with Superintendent Manion. On the application I had indicated that I wanted to become a brakeman on the railroad. When I went into his office I shook hands with him. I guess my crooked fingered handshake made him look down at my hand, but he didn't say anything at the time. We talked about work on the railroad and what I thought about different jobs. He told me that to be a brakeman on the railroad one needed to have five perfect fingers on each hand. This was quite a blow to me, and in my mind I figured that this was the end of the railroad dream for me. He did say, however, that a job in the warehouse was soon to open up and if I wanted work there he would help me get on. I would have taken about any kind of job, so I told him I would like to work there. He gave me a job was a warehouseman at the freight warehouse where we unloaded and loaded freight from trucks and freight cars. For the first two weeks of my employment with the Great Northern, I did janitorial work waiting for the warehouse position to open. I had quite a dislike for mopping floors and polishing the brass spitoons, but it was a job and the experience didn't hurt me any. My shift at the railroad was midnight to 9am. I had a hard time getting use to all the swearing and filthy talk that was common place around the railroad. I had heard swearing and bad stories before, but not as a steady diet. | Everyone smoked except me. They would take frequent breaks to "go smoke a rest." One night I was standing in the doorway resting with the others while they smoked. The foreman came along and asked me what I was doing. I told him I was resting. He said,"Go back to work, you don't smoke." I told him, "If you have to smoke to rest, I guess I won't get much rest." The fellows wanted to bet me that within two months I would be smoking too. They would have lost their bet.

24: Walt, the foremandwas a real slave driver. guess that's why he was a foreman. One time, though, I had a chance to get even. One night we were unloading a bu nch of beer kegs off a truck. The fellow in the truck would roll the keg down to me and I would divert it enough to roll on to the next guuy. One keg came down the rmap and smakced my hand against a post. I put my hand under my arm and did a few dance steps around the floow. Walt happened to be there and asked to see what happened to my hand. i pulled off the glove to reveal a bloody cut on my crooked finger. He didn't know it was already crooked, and said, "Oh Porter, you've broke it all to hell!" He told me to go home and see a doctor the next day. I didn't argue. I figured ig he wanted me to work whil the other guys sat around and smoked, I was going to let him think I brok my finger, and went home to bad. The next night I went to work with my hand all bandaged up. Walt treated me pretty good for a few shifts. I guess he thought I was a pretty tough guy to get back to the heavy work so soon. As far as I know, Walt never did find out the truth about my broken finger bit. | In 1942 a job came up on the bulletin for a clerk at Wolf Point, Montana. I was told no one wanted the job because they said no one could work with the agent there. Not having much seniority I had little hopes of getting the Wolf Point job, but I figured if everyone was afraid to bid on it on account of the agent, maybe I would have a chance. Soon I was notified that my bid had been accepted and also that I was the only one on the division that had bid on it. | This new job was a real blessing to me. I was able to get away from Walt and his gang, and I'd get to work days instead of nights. A whole new life opened up for me. This would be the first year away from the farm. I didn't worry if it rained or if it was too dry and didn't rain. I didn't have to worry about the beet labor, irrigating, haying or any of the htings a farmer worries about. I did feel sorry for my dad with his problems back on the farm, though.

25: One afternoon the boss sad, "Porter, could you get me a count on the grain doors?" I said, "Sure." I could see alittle surprised look come on his face. He knew and I knew that to get a count on the grain doors was next to impossible--I'm sure he expected some kind of an excuse. But I headed out to count the grain doors. These grain doors were used for everything--like sidewalks in muddy weather, laid on the train track to top the grain cars and get cut up. At each elevator there was a pile of about a htousand doors. These piles get torn down and repiled till the pile looked like they had fallen out of the air and landed like match sticks--every which way. So to count this mess was something else. In my mind I'd try to straighten out these piiles in stacks of fifty and eventually come up with a total. I went back to the depo and gave the boss the total figure. He seemed pretty happy to get it. Each quarterly report the boss sent needed an updated count of the grain doors, so he would say, "Porter go count the grain doors." One day he said, "Porter, how com you are the only man hwe have had around here that can count grain doors?" I said, "The only thing I can figure is that some people grow up and never learn to count." | One day a personal friend of the boss brought a large turnk over to the depot to ship to Seattle. Scoop said, "Porter, you think you can tie this man's trunk up so it won't come open on the way to Seattle?" His firend had a coil of rope like a lariat over his arm. I said, "Give me the rope." With that, I headed out to the warehouse and they followed. I thew the lasso loop around one end of the trunk and a half hitch on the other end. I put the rop through the handles and a wrap around as I crossed the ropes and ended up on top with a cinch knot and drew it tight until it snapped again the trunk--like a fiddle string. Scoop said, "It looks like you might have done that before." I said, "Just like tying up a calf." | There was no organized branch of the Church in Wolf Point, but there were Elders stationed there most of the time. Being a Mormon wasn't the most popular thing in town--everyone knew we were Mormons though. One day I came back to work after lunch and all the section men and a few others were sitting in the exrpress room eating lounch. As I walked past them to get to my desk, one of the yonger ones said, "Hello, Mormon." I said, "Well hello there, do you have some kind of a problem?" No one said any more and I sat at my desk and went to work. Before we left Wolf Point, one of these section men joined the Church.

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