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| Lauritz Larsen Jr. |
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| Lauritz Larsen Jr. |
Our family’s hero, Thomas O. Allred, passed away Wednesday, September 4, 2024, in Spring City, Utah, at the age of 87, on the same property where he was born on June 3, 1937. Born to Iris and Parley Orthell Allred, he was the third of four children.
Tom was born and raised in Spring City and attended his elementary education at the old stone schoolhouse. He graduated from North Sanpete High School in 1955. While he began working immediately following high school, he studied Mechanical Engineering at Snow College, University of Utah and the University of Nebraska. He was truly a lifelong learner.
Tom is survived by his wife, Dora (Madsen) Allred, and his three siblings Sherlene Larsen, Pat McGerty, and Richard (& Laurel) Allred; and his five children, Katherine (& Don) Vialpando, Nancy Allred; Sam (& Bob) Boland, Christian (& Emily) Allred, and Jason (& Kristy) Allred. Additionally, he’s loved and adored by his 18 grandchildren and six great grandchildren. His welcoming committee on the other side includes his parents; Dora’s parents Cleah & Theadore Madsen; his brother-in-law Frank; and sister-in-law Dorothy; his son-in-law Chuck, granddaughter-in-law Crystal; and his grandson Zachary; and many of his close friends recently departed.
Tom’s adult life began with the marriage to Dora Ellen Madsen. Their marriage marked the beginning of a long and happy life together. He and Dora were married November 9, 1956 in the Manti LDS Temple. In November, they would have been married 68 years.
Soon after their wedding, he began working at the wool mill, then became a 3rd Machinist Apprentice with the Union Pacific RailRoad. He would rise in the company by taking positions as District Foreman in Hermiston Oregon, Asst. Superintendent (Green River, WY), then District Superintendent (Cheyenne, WY), and was then moved to UPRR’s Headquarters in Omaha, NE where he worked in the Engineering Department. Lastly, he moved to Little Rock, AK, where he worked within the Quality & Safety Department.
He retired from Union Pacific at age 53 and moved back to Mt. Pleasant, where he and his sons built a beautiful home where he and Dora would live during retirement and use as a gathering place for his family. Gratefully, Nancy and her son, Dustin, joined them and have taken care of Tom, Dora and the home over these many years.
Tom was well traveled and enjoyed seeing new places. He travelled to faraway places such as Australia, New Zealand, Mexico, Peru, Chile, Argentina, South Africa and Nova Scotia where he enjoyed seeing the cultures and meeting the people of these countries.
Tom dedicated himself to serving others. He would participate in any opportunity to help others and taught his children to do the same. He served as City Councilman in Spring City for 12 years. He enjoyed working on his retirement hobby farm known as “Uncle Tom’s Farm” and was well known for the sweetest corn and melons in the area; and for a flourishing Pumpkin Patch, which was often painted by his favorite local artists and that received visits from the elementary school kids where each were given the chance to pick out a pumpkin to take home. For decades, he could be found plowing snow from the Spring City streets and church parking lots, and never forgetting the driveways of several widows.
But his most cherished acts of service were those that he dedicated to serving within the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. He served in various roles, and enjoyed serving as Counselor to four bishops. He and Dora served a Full-time Service Mission in the Bishop Storehouse. He also served weekly as a Temple Worker in the Manti LDS Temple for 20 years where he loved the work associated with the gathering of Israel within the temple.
The legacy he leaves behind is one of dedication, quiet strength, love and incredible faith. He took pride in knowing he could work as hard or harder than anyone and would show his love through actions rather than words. His greatest love was that of his dear wife, children and extended family.
As we bid Tom farewell, his impact on the lives he touched is immeasurable. May we all come to know the strength of faith that he had and honor his memory by living with similar commitment to things we care about. Though he may no longer walk beside us, his spirit will forever watch over and inspire us.
Funeral services wereheld on Monday, September 9, 2024, at 12:00 p.m. MST. A family viewing was held starting at 11:00 a.m. prior to services at the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints at 15000 N. HWY 117, Spring City, Utah 84662. There will be a viewing on Sunday evening from 5:00pm to 6:30pm also at the church.
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Leo C. Larsen; Thank You
As the correct amount of the "New & Improved" laundry detergent, manufactured by Procter & Gamble, was measured into the automatic washer, I asked myself, "I wonder how and when this giant corporation first began operation?" This opened the floodgate, and childhood memories of long ago came rushing to the present. I recalled the first commercial laundry soap I had seen. It was a sample box that Procter & Gamble had placed in the new electric washing machine that had been delivered to our home a quarter of a century ago.
Then my mind flashed back to still earlier years when as a self-sustaining family, Mama made our own laundry soap. Soap-making at our house was usually a late spring, once-a-year operation. As a lad, it was my assignment to assist my brother in preparing for this important day. Early in the morning we took the blackened wash tub, hanging on a nail on the side of the granary, and set it on a steel tripod which Papa had fashioned out of a discarded steel wagon tire. This was merely a round iron rim a little smaller than the bottom of the tub. It had three legs about a foot in length which permitted a fire to be built under the tub to heat the contents.
After this was all in place, a supply of fuel was needed. This we took from our year's supply of kindling that was neatly stacked in the woodshed. We placed it near at hand to be used when all else was in readiness. Mama then assembled the ingredients needed. This included all the unused lard, kitchen grease, and other animal fat that had accumulated during the winter. She carefully weighed it and then measured out the correct amount of water and other ingredients. Then she warned us, kids, to stand back. Apprehensively we watched as she opened the correct number of cans of Rex Lye and carefully poured them into the tub, constantly and gently stirring as she cautiously mixed her special recipe for homemade soap. Then the fuel was placed under the blackened tub and the fire was lighted. The contents of the tub must not fluctuate in temperature. It must not boil too vigorously, nor it must not be allowed to cool. Constant stirring and frequent skimming was necessary to assure that the end product was smooth, clear, and without foreign matter. It was a long, cautious process.
After hours of careful attention, the solution had become the correct consistency, which was thick and "gooey," and Mama said with a sigh, "It's done! We'll let the fire die out, cover the tub, and let it stand overnight." The next morning the tub was removed from the tripod and turned upside down on a four-foot square board, and the solidified, but soft, contents were removed. This was cut into squares and set on a board in the sun to cure and dry. As a reward for helping Mama, she let us each autograph a bar of soap by scratching our names in one of the squares. To us, it was as great an honor to have our names "engraved" in a bar of Mama's homemade soap as to have had it chiseled in a slab of marble. When the soap was dry, it was boxed and stored ready for use on the weekly Saturday wash day.
It was my assignment as a lad on that morning to grate a bar or two of this soap into a powder. To do this I used a gadget Papa had made which was a discarded rolling pin with a piece of galvanized tin nailed around it that had been punched full of holes with a large nail. This was placed on a frame with a hopper over it and a crank 40 attached to turn the cylinder. The soap was placed in the hopper; and as the soap came in contact with the sharp edges of the tin, and as the cylinder turned, the soap was grated into a powder similar to today's "New & Improved" detergent and was easily dissolved in hot water.
These and many other recollections rushed through my mind as I stood watching this "New & Improved" detergent do its duty. I wondered if, in truth, it was any better, or even as good, as Mama's homemade soap of long ago. I wondered again, perchance did a "Johnny Procter's" mother and a "Billy Gamble's" mother pool their resources and expertise in soap-making and form a company to make soap for other people which later became known as Procter & Gamble? If Mama had done this, I wondered what the name of Mama's company would have been. But even so, I would emphatically say today that Mama was the "Procter & Gamble" of OUR FAMILY of yesteryear.
Source: Personal recollection of the author.
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Remelda Gibson Tooele, Utah First Place Poetry Professional Division
Despite the disadvantages of ups and downs and ills, the dauntless pioneers built towns In Sanpete County‘s hills (they also built the mills).
The farmers followed ox and plow to till the sage-brushed land. The women sewed the cloth they spun And scrubbed their clothes by hand (the washboard shed the sand).
They churned the butter that was used upon the home-baked bread. They cooked the meals on black stoves that were constantly wood-fed (the coals were flaming-red)
The water for the weekly bath was boiler-heated hot. The tub was small for a grown-up, But, large for tiny-tot (they learned to share a lot).
Accompanying a mother‘s role In grievous, lengthened labor, The birth of babes was accompanied By midwife or neighbor. (the pain cut like a saber).
Long-gone courageous pioneers, Immortalized by men, Through fearlessness and bravery Are a boon now as then (and future where and when).
They walked the plains and pulled handcarts Or trekked a wagon‘s wake. They blazed, endured, and conquered For Sanpete County‘s sake! (their chain will never break!)
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Unfortunately, Wasatch Academy did not appreciate the history of this building.