Sunday, April 25, 2010

William Oscar Johnson Book: Voice Of Warning 1909

This is William Oscar Johnson's book titled "A Voice Of Warning And Instruction To All People".

Signature in front of the book: W.O. Johnson Seventh Ward.

Signature in back of the book: W.O. Johnson. Ogden Utah

This book has over 220 pages and page 20 was folded over. The following paper was folded and bookmarked page 167:

Material for Hokensen house
and Garage

Lead                                50
1 Gallen Paint made 2
1 Gall Turpentine
1 1/2 Gall Oil
1 Gall Sement Paint
Stone for dors 1 Pint
Paint for seven dors quart
Varnesh one Pint
Black for Hardwar one
Garage 30c

Laber Hours worked

I started on april 15

15                                   7
16                                   6
17                                   7
25                                   5
28                                   6
29                                   6
29 Clifford 1 1/2 Houre
30                                   6
1                                     3
2                                     4
3                                     4
5                                     5
6                                     5

I found this piece of paper so fascinating because it mentions work that G-Grandpa (W.O.) and Grandpa (Clifford) did for the Hokanson Family and it gives descriptions of what work was done, what supplies were needed, what days they worked and how many hours.

It shows that the Johnson and Hokanson Families had a level of working relationship.

I've always admired how hard working W.O. Johnson, Cliff Johnson and Hyrum Hokanson were. I've carried the following business card in my wallet for years:

I also have the following items from Hyrum Hokanson's "Ogden Egg Company" in my home office:

Notice some of the words and phrases on their material:

"What is worth doing, is worth doing well"
"Dependable Service"

Words to live by.

William Oscar Johnson Album Signature Book Nov. 24th, 1900 & Feb. 3rd, 1901


Ogden, Utah Nov. 24, 1900

Dear Will;-

May all your days be spent
in bliss,
May all your hopes succeed.
Be but as happy as I wish,
And you’ll be blest indeed.

Your Friend
Mary E. Nordquist

Ogden, Utah, No 24th, 1900,

Dear Willie:-

Remember me dear Willie,
When on these lines you look.
Remember it was Hulda.
Who worte (wrote) this was in your book.

From your friend
Hulda L, Nordquist.

Ogden, Utah. Nov. 24, 1900.

Dear William;-

In the Book of Life –
God’s album may your name
be penned with care;
And may all who here have
Their names forever there.

Your Friend
Mrs. M. Nordquist

Ogden City Nov 24th

Friend Will.

May happiness be they (thy) lot.
And peace thy steps attend.
Except (Accept) this tribute of respect
from one who is they (thy) Friend

Selma C(?)ve,

Wilson Utah Feb 3th 1901

Friend Will –

Far may we search
before we find, a heart so manly
and so kind.

Your friend
Martha Erickson

William Oscar Johnson Album Signature Book

Hi Family,

This past Thursday I visited Mom and she gave me a signature book I'll be displaying in my next post.

As I thumbed through it I realized it belonged to William Oscar Johnson and probably hasn't been read in near 100 years.

I'm excited to post it for you.

As a side note, our newborn baby Reed is doing really well. Both he and Amie are healthy and happy.

Please feel free to comment your thoughts or memories on any post and please continue sharing the site with your family. We currently have six followers and I'd like to see many more!


Sunday, April 18, 2010

Hyrum Pehr Hokanson & Sarah Irena Jenson Hokanson 40th Wedding Anniversary Autograph Book Mar. 17, 1940

Autographs Book

“Mr and Mrs. Hyrum Hokanson
Celebrate their Fortieth Wedding Anniversary.”

Twenty six invitations were mailed, inviting
guests to an informal dinner and dance, to
be held February eighth, nineteen hundred forty at
Dicks Banquet Hall at twenty three fifty one Washington
Blvd. celebrating their fortieth wedding anniversary.

The guests were received in the reception
room to the east of the banquet hall at, Seven
thirty by the honored couple. Mrs. Hokanson
wore a sheer blue dress and a lovely corsage
of orange rose buds and white sweet-peas. The
host wearing a button(aire) to match.

At eight P.M. the party entered the banquet
hall and were seated at a beautifully decorated
table centered by a large three layer
wedding cake, in all white, with ten tiny
pink rose buds around outside of each
layer, the wedding cake was surrounded
by gardenias and pink carnations on a
bed of green fern. At either side of the
wedding cake were two tall white
candles in dual candleabra’s, these
also being surrounded by the white and
pink flowers. Half way between the center
and the end of the table two more tall
white candles encircled by the same kind
of flowers. At each place were white place
cards edged with silver with silver bells
and silver flowers in corner.

Twenty four guests enjoyed the dinner, four others
were unable to attend, Mr & Mrs Wm Johnson and
Osey and Amanda Jenson. All of their children and
their husbands and wives were present except Fern
and Kenneth Burnett who live in California.

The dinner consisted of fruit cocktail, thousand
island salad, roast turkey, dressing, sweet potato
frozen peas french fried potatoes, cramberry jelly
toasted french roll with choice of coffee milk or
buttermilk to drink, cake icecream roll for dessert.

A very delicious meal. At the conclusion Ardella
read a tribute entitled – “To Our Dear Parents”, as
symbolic of their lives, as a tribute from the children.

Delbert Holmgren gave a poem, “Do You Know
Grandpa Hokanson?” which seemed very appropriate.

The children sand, “Take a little tip from Mother
Take a little tip from Dad” composed for the occasion.

All joined in the song later. A Gardenia was presented
to each lady present and a carnation to each gentleman.

Dancing was enjoyed for an hour or so, after
which a group photo was taken. A little later
colored moving pictures were taken – such as
Hyrum asking for the hand of Irene in marriage,
the marriage ceremony, the guests and gifts
arriving at the reception, Ushering in of the children.

Introducing the inlaws and a group picture for
the Grand Finale. Dancing and singing was
enjoyed and continued until a late hour.

The Wedding Cake was cut unwrapped and
each guest received a portion. And so ended
the Fortieth Wedding Anniversary Celebration.

To Our Dear Parents.

We Love You, not only for what you are,
but for what we are when we are with you.

We Love You, not only for what you have made
of yourselves, but for what you are making of us.

We Love You, for the good in us that you bring out.

We Love You, for putting your hand in ours and
overlooking all the frivolous and weak things
that you cannot help seeing in us; and
drawing out into the light all the beautiful,
radient things that no one else has looked
quite deep enough to find.

We Love You, because you are helping us to
make of the lumber of our lives, not a
tavern, but a temple, and the words of our
every day, not a reproach but a song.


We Love You, because you have done more,
than anyone else could have done, to make
us happy.

We Love You, for the forty years, spent in
teaching us the value of physical and
mental work, honorable and upright living.

You have shown us by example.
You have done it just by being yourselves.

After all, isn’t that what being true, lovable,
thoughtful parents really means.

Your Children

Dear Mother and Dad –

Roses are red Violets are Blue –
I needed a spanking
And I got one from you.


Do you know Grandpa Hokanson?
I don’t suppose but say –
I don’t believe that there’s a man,
As great as him to-day
He never done no fighting.
On land or on the sea.
He wasn’t a Napoleon
A Grant or yet a Lee.
No doubt Pierpont Morgan,
Could have skinned him in a trade.
Cause as far as education is concerned,
Why I’m afraid
That Grandpa wasn’t hardly what you’d
call a number one.
Cause he got his schooling mostly,
Out beneath the shining sun.
The newspapers never bothered,
Over Grandpa’s affairs,
But a great man will depart,
When he climbs the “Golden Stairs,”

Now Grandpa only had one Son.
He had so much to do.
But he raised this boy “By Golly”
Till he’s decent thru and thru.

He taught this Boy to honor him.
And again I wish to state.
In my opinion Grandpa
Should be numbered with the Great.


P.S. And Grandma too.

Sixth of your children,
But greatful too –
To have been born,
To Dad and you.

You taught me all
That I should know,
So on the right path
I would go.

I’ll try to be
As good and true
As Mother and Dad
You taught me to.

(Your Sixth)

Song Composed For Occasion

Hyrum and Irene had quite a family
Six girls and a boy
Helping them to land a WO RT HY mate
Was their greatest joy
We would go to them for their good advice
Almost every day
They’d scratch their heads, ponder a while
Pull up their chair and say.

Take a little tip from Mother
Take a little tip from Dad
Stay far away from the glamorous boys
Each handsome shiek, is a full grown lemon,
Wedding chimes, seven times
Out of ten are bad, BUT –
If you find a Pal like Mother
Get married like your dear old Dad.

Wedding Ceremony preformed
at Movie Wedding by Bro.
George Christensen. as follows –

Hyrum Hokanson you take Irene Jenson
by the right hand in the token of the Covenant
you now enter into, to become her lawful
weded husband to love honor and cherish
her as long as you both shall live, and
this you do in the presence of your offspring,
children, and grandchildren and these
witnesses, of your own free will
and choive?

I – DO.
I pronounce You Man and Wife.

Dear Father and Mother:

If you but know the light
That your souls cast in my sight,
How I look to you
For the good and true,
The Beauteous and the right.

May you have many many more
Happy Anniversaries.

Dear Mother and Dad

You heaped on more wood, the wind was chill
But yet it blew and whistled as it will.

You chopped the wood from off that hill
To keep that precious Bundle warm and well.

Now think of all those years that passed between,
Until that day I realized my fondest dream.
My wife and I, twenty happy years have seen.

Your love and friendliness has made them gleam
Your guidance and advice I ever more esteem.


Dear Mother and Dad

Don’t pass my greeting lightly by –
There’s more in it than “meets the eye!”
There’s deep affection here for you –
Honest admiration, too,
And most of all, a wish sincere
For lasting gladness, Parents Dear!


This day has a meaning new.
Since seeing movie stars like you
For just to see Dad propose
Say’s we young fellows must keep on our toes.


Dear Mother & Dad

The fourth of your children
The third squalling girl.
With a wrinkled red face
And not even a curl.
When exhibited Archie, my brother, said
“Throw her to the pigs,
I’ll take a banana instead”.

I’ve been quite a bother
I can’t help but see.
With knocked out teeth
And a split open knee.
I can’t half repay for the trouble I’ve been,
To you Dad and Mother and the rest of my kin.

You’re the best kind of parents
A child ever had.
You made us independent, showed us right,
kept us away from the bad.

We’re not a sentimental family,
Our inner thoughts don’t show.
But we think a heap more of you
Than we’ve ever let you know.


Dear Mother & Dad.

At last I got the courage,
To ask you for her hand.
The second daughter that you bore,
Was my choice of all your band.

I pondered long, because you see,
The memories still were clear,

Of that sleepless night in January 25.
The clock said three or near,
of course we ran out of gas,
Or the tank was draining we fear.

A fire truck and two old cans were near.
Or the clock would have chimed,
Many more cold hours I hear,
All was forgiven by our Parents Dear.

I’m not a poet, you wont have to tell me. I know it.


Mar 17, 1940

Dear Mother and Dad

It only seems like yesterday,
Yet fifteen years have passed away –
Since at the alter side by side.
Archie asked me to be his bride.

He was your “third”, and only boy,
A Grandson I know would be your joy,
But I live in hopes of bearing a son –
With the “Hokanson” name to carry on.

You good and noble parents have treated me
Just the same as one of your family tree
Without my Mother,-who was sent above –
I will always be grateful for your love.


Apr. 14th, 2010: Rex's Birthday & Apr. 15th, 2010: Reed's Birthday

Hi Everyone,

This month's been quite busy with big events for us.

On April 14th we had Rex's 4th birthday.

On April 15th our second child, William Reed Johnson was born.

He was 8lbs 15oz, 21 inches and is very healthy.

My wife and I have decided to name our kids with names from each side of the family.

The "Arthur" in Arthur Rex Johnson is taken from Amie's side of the family.

We decided to do the same with "William" in William Reed Johnson. He is named after William Oscar Johnson, Clifford William Johnson, & Glen William Johnson.

We're so happy to have this beautiful new addition to our family!

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Chris G. Johnson Memory, Dec. 9th, 1988 Regarding Clifford William Johnson

When I was thirteen years old, it was evident my Grandpa Johnson was approaching his last days. He’d fallen and broken his hip and after the surgery his health was failing quickly. He had Alzheimer’s which got steadily worse until he didn’t even know who any of us were anymore.

I was never really close with my Grandpa Johnson, but I loved him very much. He was larger than life to me and a bit of a man of mystery.

One night Dad and I visited Grandma and Grandpa. The TV was on and I sat on the old green chair and footstool just across from Grandpa. He was sitting in his hospital gown, in his rocking chair, lost in his own little world.

Because of his surgeries and problems they brought a hospital bed on wheels to the house and put it in the living room next to the kitchen. They had him sleep on that instead of in the bedroom where he normally slept.

Dad talked to Grandma as he helped her with things around the house and occasionally he spoke to Grandpa, but Grandpa looked scared like he didn’t know what was going on or who these people were.

Time came for him to go to bed, so they helped him up and walked him over to the bed. It was very hard for him to walk even with help. He shuffled his feet little by little as he went. When they lifted him into bed and got him situated they put up the bar on the side so he wouldn’t roll out of bed in the night and hurt himself.

Dad said it was time for us to go, so I stood up to leave. I remember Dad say, “Goodnight, Dad”, and Grandpa didn’t respond.

As we walked out the door I got a funny feeling that I should look back because this would be the last time I’d see Grandpa.

When I looked back my Grandpa lifted his head and looked at me. As he looked at me it seemed for a moment that he was totally aware of everything again and knew who I was. He smiled at me and gave me the OK symbol with his hand. I smiled back and turned and left.

As we drove home I thought for a split second how strange that moment with Grandpa was, but I pretty much just blew the whole thing off.

The next evening Dad took me into Jodie’s room and told me Grandpa had passed away in his sleep that night after we had left.

The experience I’d had with him rushed into my mind. Instead of being devastated that Grandpa had just died, I was very happy and I felt warm inside. I knew that our moment of connection was him telling me that everything was going to be just fine.

This experience is the fondest memory I have of my Grandpa Johnson.

Lavell Hokanson Johnson Journal, Oct. 29th, 1988 to Dec., 1988

Clifford W Johnson and Lavell H Johnson were dressing to attend a Golden Wedding on 29 Oct 1988.

Clifford was in the bedroom. I was in the kitchen (and) heard a loud thud and ran to him. He was on the floor in front of the door to (the) hall and the dresser.

Neighbor and Grandson Kirk Breitweiser lives next door. (I) called him on the phone.

(I) placed (a) pillow under Clifford’s head and covered him with (a) blanket.

His hip was tender. To be safe (I) called 911 and (an) ambulance (which) took him to the Dee-McKay Hospital emergency.

(He had) an operation to put a plate in his hip. He was transfered to the South Wing for therapy and assistance in learning to walk, get in and out of bed and wheel chair.

The 22 of Nov. (he was) released to go to his home where (there was) a hospital bed, wheel chair and walker and nurse aid. (We were) assisted by son and daughter.

For 16 days (I) gave (him) tender care.

He died Dec 8 1988 at home.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Email From Lyle Wiggins, Family History CD From David Wiggins

Hi Family,


This blog has turned into a larger blessing than I thought it'd be. After posting G-Grandma Irene Hokanson's wedding book I decided to send out a couple emails and phone calls to let the family know about the blog.

The response has been AWESOME! I've heard from Wiggins Family members I didn't know, and I've received additional INCREDIBLE family history from them.


I wanted to make some of that the subject of today's post before I run off to the first session of conference.

Lyle Wiggins sent me the following email after hearing about the blog:


Uncle Marvin sent me the link to your blog, and I’m delighted.

I’m Dee’s oldest grandson, and I loved your grandparents!

I mowed their lawn from the time I could push their old miserable mower until I was employed full time during summers.

I also watered and took care of the property during a couple of their long trips abroad.

Your grandmother helped me start a stamp collection and I treasured the time I spend with her.

I remember when your grandfather first allowed me in his garage. My father (Keith Wiggins) didn’t believe it.

Then there are the memories of Great Grandma and Grandpa Hokanson… I could go on and on.

Thanks for what you are doing.

Lyle E. Wiggins

I loved Aunt Dee! She lived next door to Grandma (Lavell) and I have nothing but fond memories of her.

I remember as kids we'd often go to Grandma's house. As soon as we got there we'd rush next door to Dee's to get some candy. She was always so nice, (and I think it made Grandma a bit jealous from time to time!)

I used to mow Grandpa & Grandma's lawn every so often with that old push mower...the one that mostly brushed the grass down instead of cutting it. I used to complain about it, but Grandpa let me know that hard work was a good thing.

Cousin Kirk Breitweiser moved into Dee's house sometime after she passed away. Grandpa & Grandma bought a "motorized" lawn mower and stored it at Kirk's place.

Whenever I had to mow their lawn I was glad when I could use the new mower, but sometimes Kirk wasn't home, so the new mower remained locked in the garage and I'd be back to using the old push mower. You'd think I would've ended up with bigger bicepts than I did.

I actually have Grandma's journal from one of their trips abroad, and I've started trying to sort throught it and get it organized. I'll be posting it as I go through it.

I also inherited a bunch of slides, most of which are from their trips. I've started cataloging them, but its slow going because they're quite disorganized.

I also have Grandpa's journals and he's recorded some details of their trips.

I inherited all of Grandma's stamp collection. I'm looking foward to reattaching the loose stamps and the ones that have fallen out.

I wasn't allowed in Grandpa's garage when I was little. I remember when Grandma would call out to the garage to have Grandpa come in for dinner. His garage was his sanctuary. I remember cleaning it out when I was 14 after he passed away. It had the feel of a lot of old history.

I welcome any memories about G-Grandpa & G-Grandma Hokanson! Up until two days ago I only knew what Dad told me, but David Wiggins sent me an AWESOME CD chuck full of family history.

I was absolutely stunned at the content. I got to read G-Grandpa Hokanson's short autobiography and a bunch of others!


Please encourage your family members to join and participate in this blog. Doing so releases fantastic memories, stories and history like this to all of us.