Clearly I am a few weeks behind on the #52Ancestors challenge as I am just now writing about Father’s Day. I wrote about my father, Louis Albert Kirby, back in January, so this post is about the man he learned how to father from.
Here’s the facts:
- Cecil Rober Kirby was born 16 December 1910 in Hyde Park, Utah to Albert Kirby and Caroline Daines.
- He was the youngest of 4 children: 1. Owen Albert (1904-1974). 2. Vernon Daines (1906-1920) 3. Nora Daines (1909-1909) 4. Cecil Robert Kirby (1910-1960)
- He was sealed in marriage to Helen Petersen in the Salt Lake LDS Temple 17 November 1933
- He and Helen had a son, Louis Albert Kirby, on 9 June 1940
- He lived his entire life in Hyde Park, Utah
- He died 24 August 1960 in Logan, Utah
- He is burried in Hyde Park, Utah
As I have mentioned before, my dad’s dad, Cecil Robert Kirby, passed away before I was born. For now the only stories I have about him are from my memories of stories told to me by my dad and his mom, Helen Petersen, and a biography of my grandmother that my mom pieced together.
From looking over the biography, which is mostly autobiographical, I realized that what I remember being told about my grandparents’ courtship may not be 100% accurate. You can read my memory of the story in the earlier post about my grandmother. The only way I can get to the bottom of the story is to read Helen Petersen’s journals. Unfortunately I don’t have access to them at this time.
So, here is the information about Cecil Robert Kirby from the aforementioned biography:
I first met my future husband at my childhood friend, Willa Daniel’s home. His name was Cecil Robert Kirby. I was 15 years old and he was 19. I thought he was the loudest show off I ever met. Boys didn’t thrill me then. [He (Cecil) told his best friend that he had just met the girl he was going to marry.] We did not date steady ’till I was eighteen. Some interesting dates we went on were: He had a T Model Ford and we traveled around the Valley here. We attended church movies, went to school at college one year, attended dances and plays. Sorority dances and the college Junior Prom were special. We went together for six months and were engaged in December 1932.
The “question” was popped like this: After a Sorority dance during the Holiday season, he brought me home to the home on West Center in Logan and out of the clear blue sky burst out his proposal and I love. He was very shy and sincere to me. I answered of coarse I will.
He had to come down to Fairview, Utah to get me and bring me to Salt Lake (City) to meet his parents as Mother did not feel able to come. It was cool and threatened to storm. I met his uncle Lyman Daines, who looked at me and said, “You’ll do” and told Cecil to be good to me.
I received my endowments on November 17, 1933 in the Salt Lake Temple.
Photo Credit “Grandpa’s Postcards” http://grandpaspostcards.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-salt-lake-temple-salt-lake-city-utah.html
I was married on November 17, 1933 to Cecil Robert Kirby in the Salt Lake Temple by Geo. F. Richards.
Some memories of my honeymoon are how kind and loving Cecil was. (He was) so attentive to me. How happy we were while sight seeing around Salt Lake (City). We followed a tour of Temple Square one day, and the missionary was surprised when we told him we were married in the temple two days before. The weather was very beautiful.
We made our first home at his parents home ’til Spring; then (we) moved to part of Harold Daines’ home in February 1934.
Some of our early married experiences are:
It was depression time so money was scarce. We had Cecil’s milk check to live on. My father’s estate money helped me get more things for me to keep house with. Willa Daniels gave me a shower at her home. Money went father than now (1978). Our bed was Cecil’s single bed. We lived in two rooms– no bathroom. Rent was cheap. We were very happy. Cecil’s parents gave us a stove, table and chairs as a wedding present.
All the homes we lived in were in Hyde Park. After leaving the Harold Daines’ home northwest of town, we moved closer to his home. It is the Brigham Morse home now (1978). We lived with his (Cecil’s) parents (at 112 South 200 East) for three years; then built onto the family home to stay. [Cecil added the kitchen, bathroom, and upstairs bedroom]
During my early years (of marriage), Cecil and I cared for his parents.
Our only son, Louis Albert, was born about six and a half years later (after our marriage) and is a wonderful son to me.
Professionally Cecil was a mink farmer. With only one child, my dad, he worked hard and taught my dad to work hard.
In August 1960 Cecil died from colin cancer. He encouraged my dad to still serve as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. The day my dad arrived in Denmark to begin his missionary work there is the day my grandpa died.
Whenever my dad talked about his dad I could tell that he missed his dad. They were close. I am so grateful that they are together again. As my mom wrote in my dad’s obituary, “Louis Albert Kirby had a joyous reunion with his parents, Cecil Robert and Helen Peterson Kirby….” I look forward to getting to know Grandpa Kirby when I join them.