Auto-Biography - Allan Earl Hemingway
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I, Allan Earl Hemingway, was born on March 21, 1921 in Chicago, Illinois to parents Allen Willys Hemingway and Bertha Mary Artelt. We resided 5117 Strong Street in Chicago. At my birth, my mother was attended to by a midwife, Mrs. Stembe. By profession, my father was an insurance salesman and my mother was a housewife. I had no brothers or sisters. We lived on the second floor of a two-story home at 5117 Strong Street in Chicago. The home was owned by my mother’s brother-in-law Emil Klein and his wife Emili Artelt Klein (my aunt and uncle). Later in my life they played an important part. Emil Klein was a machinist working for a farm implement company. His wife, Emili, his wife was my mother's older sister. The Kleins had no children.
In 1927, my father died of a severe mastoid infection when I was 5 ½ years of age. My mother continued to live in the residence as a renter and a few years later she remarried. We lived next door to a widower who was somewhat older than my mom. His former wife had given him one child who was living in a state home for the feeble minded. After mom’s marriage to Albert Grafton, we moved into his home, which was a two storied home and quite comfortable for us at 5113 Strong St. The main portion of this home was on the first floor where the kitchen, dining room and living room were heated. On the second floor were three large bedrooms or the sleeping quarters of the home. The basement had a large coal furnace, which heated the home as well as a large storage area. The outside yard had a good-sized garden with some 40 peonies plants, which I remember provided a beautiful garden. I remember a garage and an automobile, a 1925 Willys Knight, considered a “roadster”, having an open exterior, which was fitted with “side curtains” for the winter months of travel. My step dad was a large man and he was an electrician by trade, working for Zenith Communication Co. He died after only a couple of years of marriage to my mom. I remember him as a kindly man who took me on their honeymoon to Niagara Falls. He bought me a Lionel Electric train, which I treasured at the time.
After the death of Mr. Grafton, my mom went to work as a housekeeper for a family of husband and wife schoolteachers. Mr. Grafton provided for my moms subsistence with an insurance policy, but mom went to work anyway. At this time I was about 10 years and spent most of my time with the Klein’s-my mothers sister and her husband who lived next door to our house. Part of the insurance support went to Mr. Grafton’s daughter in the state home in Springfield, Illinois.
The Klein’s were my second parents and cared for me while mom worked. At this time, I was in grade school and into high school. My grade school was a massive structure-two blocks from home. It covered nearly a square block in length and was 3 stories high. Kindergarten thru 8th grades was housed in this building, Beaubien Grad School. A large outdoor area was also usable for sports, etc…
In 1936, my mother died. I was 16 and by this time I had been well along in high school and had moved in with the Klein’s. The house where we lived with Mr. Grafton was sold and my home now became the place with the Klein’s. As I look back, I became the son the Klein’s never had and I was Aunt Emili’s pride and delight.
A new beginning in my life: As Uncle Emil was disable and living on a company disability pension and as he had a summer home in Wisconsin, the Klein’s spent the summer months at Hayward, Wisconsin. They owned a cabin on Grindstone Lake near Hayward and built a second home on the same lot to live in while they rented out the lakeside cabin during the summer months. I continued on in high school until school was out while the Klein’s went to Wisconsin for the summer. When school was out for the summer, I would go on the 500-line railroad from Chicago and traveled to Stone Lake, Wisconsin. Here the Klein’s picked me up and took me to their summer home. I helped with routine chores and spent “spare” times fishing on Grindstone Lake. It was a great joy to me to be free, to take the boat and spend time exploring the lake bringing home a catch of blue gills, croppies, and some fish for lunch, which Aunt Mel cooked up for Uncle Emil and I.
In addition I made the acquaintance of a young lady who was visiting with neighbor of the Klein’s. It was my first attraction with the opposite *** and it continued for the summer months. Betty Emerson and I walked and talked a lot and had a mutual attraction. I supposed at being her first interest in a young man and of course it was my first real concern for a young lady. I had a couple of high school friends I was attracted to but this was the first real interest I enjoyed. It lasted not only for the summer but I once took a bus trip to her home in Rockford Illinois where I stayed at a hotel while visiting with her and family for a few days.
I finished high school and graduated in 1940 from Carl Schurz high school in Chicago. I started work at Bastian Blessing Co on Elster Ave. in Chicago. This company manufactured printing ink for magazines and some newspapers. I was a messenger transmitting ink formulas from place to place in the plant. After a year of this work, I was giving the job of working in the lithographic department of the plant filling order of materials used in various parts of printing plants. After a few years of this type of work, I was drafted into the U.S. Army in January 1943. My point of induction was Ford Sheridan, Illinois. This was one of the coldest winters I had ever spent in my life-I do believe I wore long handled underwear and all of the clothes I could put on each night and had all the blanket I was issued and still felt cold. You see, we only had one pot-bellied stove in our barracks and suffered with the wind off Lake Michigan during our stay at Fort Sheridan (January 1943). After about 10 days there, we were sent to Atlantic City, New Jersey, and quartered in was then the Traymore Hotel on the boardwalk at Atlantic City. I was assigned to the Air Force there. We listened to the Glen Miller Orchestra playing for us at mealtime in the spacious ballroom at the Traymore Hotel. Our basic training included marching up and down the boardwalk at Atlantic City plus going to the firing range on the beaches there. After about 10 days there, we were sent across country to Fresno, California, for some more basic training in a “tent” city where we enjoyed the sandy plains of the San Fernando countryside. After a short stay there we were off again to Salt Lake City. Again, after a short stay after processing we were sent to Alamogordo Army Air Force Base. This was a typical service air force base-sandy and desolate, far from the town of Alamogordo. It was there I spent a year and a half. I was assigned a job as a supply clerk in an Air Force supply unit dispensing communications supplies: everything from radio tubes to mobile power units for mobile radio communications in the field. While there I was assigned to the Air Force dispensing Signal Corp equipment. You see, at this time the Air force did not have their own equipment to be dispensed and assigned cops equipment was used.
Alamogordo was situated in a large area banded on the east and west by a large mountain range and in between was a large sandy desert. The Air Force was training bomber groups for duty around the world. Two groups were being trained for about six months in the use of B24 airplanes being previously trained in B17 planes and later in B29 aircraft.
After about a year and a half I was re-assigned to the infantry and sent to Camp Haneze, Texas for training as an infantryman. Up to this time my training had been on the rifle range and that type of training. At this training in Texas we were given a “hurry” up course in basic infantry training such as obstacle course with gun fire and basic warfare training and history and map reading and course such as this. From this environment we were sent to Fort Meade, Maryland, where we were prepared for overseas duty. We landed in La Havre, France, and were sent to Mannheim Germany, where I was assigned to a warehouse, which dispensed all types of equipment used in the war effort. It was here that we worked with German P.W. and learned to respect those hard working people. After a short stay there we were again transferred, this time to Heidelberg, Germany, some 15 minutes distant.
It was at Heidelberg where I spent my most enjoyable service time in Europe. Again, I worked in supply work, this time in a headquarters company supply company. This company was the headquarters co. of the 7th armored division. By this time the war was over and peacetime occupation was in effect. I had an opportunity to travel short distances from Heidelberg on company business and learned to appreciate the beauty of the area around Heidelberg. I visited the famous Heidelberg castle many times and enjoyed its history. The Neckar River valley was most interesting to me. The U.S.O. clubs were especially interesting with their many entertainment shows featuring many good European acts. I also had an opportunity to take a furlough from Heidelberg to the Nice area of France on the Mediterranean. Many hotels had been requisitioned for the use of American armed forces and the accommodations were good. The Mediterranean is a beautiful blue body of water, and very delightful to observe. We had short water trips to observe the French coastline and the Monaco resort area as well as other scenic attractions, from shore locations as well.
While in Heidelberg, I also was given furlough to Glasgow, Scotland. Here I spent a week sightseeing at such locations as Loch Lomond. I learned to respect the Scottish people after visiting with them. I enjoyed a close relationship to them, especially their bagpipes and drums - which I still enjoy. Travel from Germany, army style, took three weeks per round trip including the time in Scotland. It was slow, but there were a lot of interesting places to see. After returning to Heidelberg, the time there was short until I would return home. I contemplated signing on for another army hitch, but never made that decision.
An interesting situation occurred before I left Heidelberg. We were quartered in a hotel that was directly across the street from the main railroad station in town and on the main thoroughfare from the 7th army headquarters. General George Patton’s funeral procession came in from the west. He was carried to the country of Luxembourg to be buried at a national cemetery there. It was quite a show event as are military funerals for the high-ranking brass.
The trip home took us out of France at Marseille, from what was known as Camp Lucky Strike. Upon arrival in the U.S.A., I was ushered out of the Army thru various stations, the final one being Camp McCoy, Wisconsin. From there I caught a bus to Stone Lake Wisconsin, where Uncle Emil met me and I went back to the Klein’s summer home at Hayward, Wisconsin.
I cannot remember how I got back to Chicago but it must have been by train from Stone Lake to Chicago. I got board and room from a neighborhood friend, Mrs. Josesa Cragcione. Mrs. Cragcione lived 3 houses west of my previous home in Chicago and she had lost her husband to death a few years before and had one teenage son. I found employment at a soda fountain appliance factory where soda fountain appliances were made. My particular job was stocking a machine with 12 feet rods, which made regulators for soda fountains. The machine was similar to a military Gatling gun. After every regulator was made it would rotate and begin a new product.
I worked at this job for about 6 months and after some urging by one of my high school friends, decided to go to college. My college major gave me some concern. I finally decided to go into the field of forestry at Utah State College, in Logan, Utah. It was an interesting experience, getting situated after the long trip from Chicago to Logan. My housing was crude, being in a large field house with two-tiered bunks. After a short period of time, I found housing with another fellow in a trailer court. Classes in the forestry subject were challenging for me as I was weak in Natural Science classes. After two quarter I transferred to a Social Science Major. I neglected to mention I was entered in the G.I. Bill of Education, which paid for tuition, books and most other expenses. My Social Science course was to prepare me to work with juveniles who were in trouble-mostly in institutional surroundings.
After a short while I accepted an invitation to a party between the home economics group at the college and the forestry group. It was there I my future wife, Deon Hill. After frequent meetings and get acquainted times, I proposed to her and we were married. Previously, we had made trips to her home and there met her parent and relatives. I had also met her LDS Bishop, Brother Arthur Thompson and talked with him about the LDS church and its principles. At Utah State, I began attending LDS institute Sunday classes with Deon to learn more about the church and its principles at the institute there. One of the institute classes I attended taught me about the family history work of the Church. Of particular interest to me was the work for the dead performed by the LDS members. I took up this work and felt immediate joy in what I could do for my ancestors, especially for my parents and their relatives. I might say this is where I began the work I pursued thru the remainder of my life with the able assistance of my wife. With family history work came the associated work of the Temple. A year after my baptisml, Deon and I were sealed in our marriage at the Logan Temple with our first child, Harriet. We engaged in frequent visits to the temple at Logan, but did not engage in family history work and it temple association until sometime later in our lives. We did engage in the pursuit of research for the Hemingway family and found some good resources at the Logan LDS Library. It was the beginning of our research program in seeking out our ancestors and the temple work that followed.
Baptism by Rulon Draper
Confirmation by Joseph Symons
Our first child, Harriet, was born in Logan and sealed to us in the Logan Temple.
Our life at the college moved on. After joining the Church, I advanced in the Aaronic Priesthood and then the Melchizedek Priesthood. I learned the duties of the Aaronic Priesthood- blessing and passing the sacrament etc… and other associated duties. In instruction periods, I also learned the basic doctrines of the church and began to assume my place in the realm of the Church. I was set apart as branch clerk in the church under the authority of Bishop Aubry Parker. Deon and I received our Patriarchal Blessing at the hand of Patriarch Enoch Bingham,
I took classes in sociology, political science, geology and economics, and upon graduation from Utah State Agricultural College in 1950, decided on further studies in the field of Sociology, specifically in the field of Juvenile Delinquency, at Indiana University in Bloomington, Indiana. In the fall we moved to Indiana and I began my studies under the direction of Dr. Edwin Sutherland, who wrote the textbooks I had learned from. Some six weeks after I undertook these studies, Dr Sutherland died and it left my desire to continue on at Indiana University nil. I did continue on though but found the classroom atmosphere lacking in my standard, smoking in classes and opposition to some of my church beliefs gave me a desire to leave and return to the West. Upon the persuasion of Deon, we stayed on until the spring of 1951.
We journeyed to Chicago where we lived for the summer in the upstairs rooms of the home next to Mrs. Willis, a friend of Aunt Hattie, my Dad’s sister. We enjoyed spending lots of time with Aunt Hattie. I found employment at the 500 line of the railroad where I worked as a freight handler, loading and unloading freight at the Schiller Park Station in Chicago.
We headed west, back to Logan, Utah, where Deon, Harriet and I took up residence. I was immediately employed at Anderson Lumber Co where I had worked some while going to Utah State. I was treated very kindly there by Roy Anderson, the yard manager, and his brother, Dick. The Anderson’s were members of the family who had founded this company.
My brother-in-law, Lloyd Hill, a banker in Idaho Falls, found employment for me there. It was with a transportation unit, transporting people to and from the atomic energy site - 50 miles out in the Arco Desert. I concluded my employment in Logan and our family moved to Idaho Falls. We lived in an apartment owned by Con and Lorraine Ellsworth on 13th Street. I was employed by Lost River Transportation Co., whose supervisor was Howard Davis, a man brought in from Portland, Oregon to operate this company. He had extensive experience in the field of ocean transportation (shipping). My job was to dispatch bus drivers on certain routes in the cities of Idaho Falls, Pocatello, and Blackfoot to the “site” and then have them returned home at the end of their work shifts. My work started just at the time routes were established in the afore-mentioned towns. The operation blossomed into a three-shift, seven-day a week operation. Most of the drivers were former school bus drivers and truck drivers. The transportation unit grew into a safety and unit for the busses and other related functions necessary for the operation.
My day started at 5:30 A.M., at the bus yard at 2nd and Freeman Street in Idaho Falls. At this time I worked five days a week, Monday through Friday. I worked longer hours when the Navy began their longer shift from the Naval Reactor site (I usually finished work about 9:15 PM on those days). My duty was observing passenger loading at work areas, then delivery of personal to their destinations in Idaho Falls, Blackfoot and Pocatello. I was responsible to see that all schedules were operated effectively and all Navy personnel were given the needed transportation. On the day schedule I observed both the Navy and other schedules from a bus lot located west of Idaho Falls to determine if all schedules were operating effectively. Then after all schedules were outbound on Route 20 to the site, I followed them out in a radio-equipped vehicle to report any breakdowns of equipment and other problems. After getting all schedules to the National Reactor Testing Site, my office began working at 8 AM. I had various duties after arriving at the Site office, which was in the Central Facilities Area. These duties included processing payroll for drivers from manifests they turned in after each days work, dispatching site taxi’s, and issuing motor pool vehicles. At the days close, all busses transferring passengers came into the CFA (Central Facilities Area)..
Deon Pearl Hill Hemingway - Life Sketch
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Life Sketch of Deon Pearl Hill Hemingway
Given at her Funeral
6 Feb 1924 – 11 May 2007
Like Nephi, Deon Pearl Hemingway was born of goodly parents, parents who worked hard, loved and cared for a large family. Her parents, Henry Hill and Elnora Ann Ellis Hill, owned the Bear Creek Ranch in Swan Valley, Irwin, Idaho, to the east of Idaho Falls. Deon, was the 10th of their 13 children, twelve of whom lived to raise families.
Deon was born at home on the Bear Creek Ranch, the only one to be born there. Until her birth, Grandmother’s children had been born in Rigby, Idaho. Deon was an adorable baby, and soon sported a full head of beautiful auburn red hair. My mother, La Vera, was 14 years old when Deon was born, and as a side note, Deon was 10 when I was born. Mother told me that Deon was always a very good baby. I can just imagine grandmother keeping her warm by the big kitchen stove, and her two older sisters rocking and caring for her. There has always been much love in this family.
Aunt Berniece was two years older than Deon, and they were good playmates. They were tucked in between 8 boys, who often teased their sisters. Life on the ranch, especially with such a big family, meant lots of work for the boys and for the girls. With no electricity or running water in their home, water had to be hauled from the spring down by the river. Later a pump was added and a spring house built. The girls learned to work beside grandmother, cooking, baking bread, churning butter, gathering eggs, and picking berries. Washing was done with a Maytag washer which by then was powered with a gas engine. Of course, they either washed outside in the summer or in the wash house in cold weather. Grandmother loved to hang her clothes on the line and smell the freshness when they were dry. I still like to do that. The cotton clothes all needed ironing, and ironing meant heating the irons on the stove, changing irons to keep them hot. Deon helped hoe the garden, weed Grandmother’s flowers, and did all of the other things that were needed to care for such a big family.
Life on the ranch wasn’t all work. After the chores were done, there was always time to play, and it seemed a game of horseshoe or softball could be organized quickly. Evenings were spent around the light from a coal oil lamp, and hardly a night went by without Granddad Hill playing the harmonica, and singing his favorite songs, ending with “Home, Home on the Range”. I thought that song was written for the Bear Creek Ranch. We all felt badly when Grandfather Hill had to sell the ranch. The Palisades Dam was built where the ranch was, and a lake now covers the ground.
I loved staying at the ranch with Grandmother Hill. Deon helped make my stays so enjoyable. We slept together in her little bedroom, and we spent the days together beside Grandmother. Deon was always so kind, and so very nice to all of us. I know the other grandchildren of my generation, who were privileged to spend time with Deon, loved her as I did. She was exactly like our Grandmother, with a gentle nature, always very positive, and quiet. She preferred being in the background, always doing her part, without asking for any recognition. And she was still positive, never complaining, even when faced with physical problems the last few years.
About the time Deon was born, the family began spending the winters in Idaho Falls instead of Rigby. Grandfather Hill bought a home on 13th Street where the lived during the winter. Deon began the 1st grade at East Side Elementary School in Idaho Falls, and the following year, they moved to the ranch to live year-round. My mother and Aunt Thelma lived in the house by themselves for several winters and worked in Idaho Falls.
Deon’s brother, Irvin, who was two years younger than Deon, said that for the next five years they lived in the old house on the ranch. This home consisted of two big rooms covered with a sod roof. The boys slept in one of the rooms, the other room served as the kitchen, dining room, and living room, and had one big bed tucked in the corner for Berniece and Deon. A lean-two had been built on the back and served as a bedroom for their mother and dad. Wayne, the last of Grandmother’s 13 children, was just a baby when they went to live full time on the ranch. Irvin well remembers the year they built the new house at the ranch, 1935. This house had a living room-dining room combination, a kitchen, and a big bedroom for the boys. On the other side of the living room was grandmother’s bedroom, and behind that a little bedroom for the girls. The covered porch on the front often served as a sleeping room in the summer, and I can still remember being tucked in under one of Grandmother’s warm, wool or levi patchwork quilts. I treasure the quilts I still have.
The kids went school at the Fidelity School across the Snake River from the ranch. In order to cross the river they had to walk from the house to a footbridge about a mile away, cross the bridge and walk another quarter of a mile to the school. With one room, one teacher, and all eight grades being taught together, I imagine what teaching was like. The children were well taught; each of them became respected in their various businesses as adults.
Irvin told me that when the snow came, and in the 1930’s the snow came early and stayed late, they skied to the footbridge. The old wooden skies served them well. After school they had fun climbing up the hill behind the house, and skiing down the trail they had made through the trees. When the day was particularly blizzard-like, their father, Henry, would hitch up the team and take them to the footbridge in the bobsled.
Sometime during these years, they acquired a beautiful collie dog, named Zip. He grew to be a big dog, so Grandad Hill bought a big long sled with metal runners. They trained Zip to pull the sled and then they could ride the sled to the footbridge. Irvin said that Berniece, and Deon, and Max and Wayne would sit on the sled. He’d run behind until they were “zipping” along, and then he would jump on the runners sticking out behind, a one-dog sled team. They would unhook Zip when they got to the footbridge. He’d go home and spend the day, but was always at the bridge by the time school was out, waiting to take them home. Can you picture this group of children having fun together? There were no neighbor children to play with, but they entertained themselves quite well.
Irvin also said that one summer they decided to build a playhouse for themselves. They were pounding stakes into the ground to build the foundation using a double-bladed axe. He said the blade flew off the handle and hit Deon in the head. She didn’t even have a cut but was badly bruised. Miraculously she was spared.
Even though they had moved to a new home, life on the ranch was still much work. This home was never served with electricity or running water. Water still had to be carried in, and food cooked on the big coal range in the kitchen. Water was heated in a reservoir attached to the range, and the best cold water ever came from a bucket filled at the spring. We all drank out of the same dipper cup, something we wouldn’t do today.
I can see the boys milking cows, squirting milk into the cat’s mouths as they sat up on their haunches like a dog, just waiting for a taste. Merlin ran the separator, and cream was used on everything, including fresh raspberries in the summer. The boys worked with their Dad in the summer, cutting and stacking hay, planting and thrashing grain, and tending the big band of sheep. Lloyd says he and Gilbert spent a lot of time, tending sheep. I can remember sheep shearing time. The boys took turns tromping the wool into large burlap bags. Ranching meant hard work. I know that Deon was always beside her mother in the house, working tirelessly, never complaining, and learning the wonderful skills of homemaking. She was so like her mother, when you knew Deon, you knew her mother.
Irvin remembers the delicious sour-cream chocolate cake and home-made root-beer or ice water that Deon and Grandmother would bring out to the field every afternoon about four o’clock. It was a welcome rest from the hard work of the day. Ice cold water? If they wanted to make ice-cream, there were always blocks of ice in the ice-house cut from the river during the winter. Covered with sawdust, it kept the meat they had butchered. What industrious people they were; that great work-ethic was part of Deon’s heritage.
When some of the older children were ready for High School, they often stayed with siblings who were married. I remember when Uncle Raymond lived with us. As this younger bunch was ready for High School, Granddad again moved his family to Idaho Falls during the winter. He wanted his children to be educated, in a time when many people only went to school through the 8th grade. Merlin stayed at the ranch, probably with their Uncle Ernie Hill, who lived with them when his mother died. You see, Grandmother actually raised another young man, Grandfather Hill’s half-brother. There was always livestock to feed, cows to milk and chickens to feed and work to do at the ranch during the winter. Merlin willingly did his part keeping the ranch going.
Deon graduated from Idaho Falls High School in 1942 and went to work at the First Security Bank where her older sister, Thelma, had worked for many years. She was 18 years old when the United States entered the 2nd World War. During that time, women were being recruited by the women’s armed forces to serve, especially as nurses, and office staff. Deon enlisted in the WAVES, the naval division in September 1944. She attended the WAVES training school at Hunter College in New York, and then worked in Washington, D.C. When she was discharged in 1944, she decided to attend Utah State University on the GI Bill.
It was here that she met a handsome dark-haired man from Chicago, Illinois, Allan Earl Hemingway. Al was also attending Utah State. Deon brought Al home to meet her family, and they were married July 19, 1947 at my parent’s home in Idaho Falls. I played the piano for their wedding, and remember it well. They went back to Utah State, continuing their education.
While still in Logan, their first child, a daughter, Harriett, was born in 1949. She became the joy of their life. Following Al’s graduation, they moved to Idaho Falls. I remember visiting them in their 1st home on 14th Street, and how much they adored this little girl, just as they loved the rest of their children. Randy, Susan, Jim and Debbie were all born in Idaho Falls. With five children, they were busy and happy.
Deon was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints when she was 8 years old. Al was baptized about a year after they were married, and they were sealed in the Logan Temple February 21, 1950. Time won’t permit, but three of Deon’s grandparents, and all of her great-grandparents were early pioneer members of the church and strong in their faith, with testimonies of the truthfulness of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. She has a rich heritage.
Al and Deon purchased a home in Ammon, near Idaho Falls, where their children were raised. Throughout the years, Deon served in the Primary and Relief Society, and later they served together as temple ordinance workers. Together, Al and Deon served a mission in the Pittsburg, Pennsylvania Mission (1988-1989). They served as the genealogical name extraction coordinators for their stake in Idaho Falls for many years, and spent years researching Al’s family. Deon was always thrilled to tell me about the temple baptism trips her family had made together, with grandchildren serving as proxy for Al’s ancestors. They were even featured in the Church News.
Deon stayed home with her children, caring for them and enjoying being a mom. Later she went back to work and was employed by the City of Ammon, Idaho, as the city clerk. She worked for the city until her retirement. Irvin said she was a valued and trusted employee wherever she worked. He said that she had worked in the office of the Roger Brother’s Seed Company at some time. When he was discharged from the Army after World War II, he decided to apply for the secretarial position that was open at Tandy and Wood Insurance in Idaho Falls. He said when he went in to apply for this job, the interviewer asked him if he was related to Deon Hill who worked in the office of the seed company. When he told her Deon was his sister he told Irvin that if he was anything like his sister he had the job. He was hired on the spot. Eventually Irvin became the owner of that company. He credits Deon for helping him acquire that first position. This tells us a lot about the integrity, honesty, skills, and work ethic of Deon Pearl Hill Hemingway. Many of the 12 children of Henry and Elnora Hill became skilled bookkeepers, bankers and businessmen.
Al and Deon lived in Ammon until they moved to Pioneer Valley Lodge, a retirement center in Logan. Four of their children live in Utah and Harriet Wheeler lives in Florida. Cancer began to take its toll on Deon, just as it had two of her three sisters, and they eventually moved to Legacy House in Logan. Although she was blinded by macular degeneration, and fragile because of the cancer and chemotherapy, Deon remained positive, alert, and kind throughout her life. Her gentle nature was always a blessing. In fact, it was a surprise to all of us when Al became ill and passed away in April 2006. He had seemed so much stronger than Deon during the last few years.
Deon passed away quietly at the home of her daughter, Susan Wall, in Smithfield, Utah, early Friday morning, May 11, 2007. I’m sure she is happy, joining Al, her mother and father, her brothers, Linwood, Gilbert, Raymond, Wayne, and Velbert, who died as a baby, and her sisters, Thelma, LaVera and Berniece. There must have been a grand reunion in the spirit world on Friday morning. She was loved by all who knew her. She is survived by four brothers, Lloyd, Merlin, Irvin and Max Hill. Her children, Harriet, Randy, Susan, Jim and Debbie, nineteen grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren, the highlights of her life will miss her, but they know their mother and grandmother is at peace, and will be waiting for them. Deon and Al raised strong, good children, who love their Heavenly Father, and I know this good family will be together again some day. Harriet said, “We came from strong stock.” And they did.
Connie Pedersen Stoneberg – a niece
Obituary for the paper:
Deon Pearl Hill Hemingway passed away quietly at the home of her daughter Susan Wall of Smithfield, Utah, early Friday morning, May 11, 2007.
Born February 6, 1924, at Irwin, Bonneville County, Idaho to Henry and Elnora Ellis Hill, she was one of 12 children. She was raised on the Bear Creek Ranch, which is now covered by the waters of the Palisades Reservoir. She graduated from Idaho Falls High School in 1942, and then worked at First Security Bank, until she joined the United States Navy as a WAVE (Women Accepted for Voluntary Emergency Services) in September 1944. She served in the Washington DC until her discharge in July of 1946.
Afterward she attended Utah State University, in Logan, Utah, where she met Allan Hemingway. They were married on July 19, 1947 and later were later sealed in the Logan temple on February 21, 1950.
She was a mother and homemaker until she became employed by the City of Ammon, Idaho as the city clerk.
She was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. She served in the Primary and Relief Society, and as a temple worker. She and her husband served a mission in the Pittsburg, Pennsylvania Mission from 1988-89. She and her husband served as the genealogical name extraction coordinators for their stake in Idaho Falls for many years.
She and her husband moved to Logan, living first at Pioneer Valley Lodge, then at Legacy House. She was preceded in death by her husband who died in April 2006.
She is survived by five children. Harriet Wheeler, Keystone Heights, Florida, Randy Hemingway, West Jordan, Utah, Susan Wall, Smithfield, Utah, Jim Hemingway, Provo Utah, and Debbie Hemingway, West Jordan Utah. She has nineteen grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren.
Four brothers also survive. Lloyd E. Hill, Boise, Idaho, Max D. Hill, Nampa Idaho, Ervin S. Hill Idaho Falls Idaho, and Merlin W. Hill, Idaho Falls, Idaho.
Funeral services will be Tuesday, May 15 at noon at the Smithfield Utah Stake Center 600 East 120 South, Smithfield Utah. Family will meet friends and relatives from 6-8pm on Monday, May 14, at Allen-Hall Mortuary, 34 East Center, Logan, Utah , and before the services at the Stake Center on Tuesday from ____-.
Interment will be at the Smithfield Cemetery.