Biography of John Rudolph Gyllenskog by his daughter
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John Rudolph Gyllenskog
By Lenore G. Stocks
John Rudolph Gyllenskog was born on April 29, 1881, in Smithfield, Utah, to Niels Gotrick and Anna Cecelia Andersen Gyllenskog. On December 19, 1906, he was married to Laura Elvina Christensen in the Logan Temple. To this union were born five children—Mattie Lenora, John Grant, Arthur Antone, Afton and Glen C.
Our home was a very modest one, we didn’t have much money. Dad was a small farmer and had a few cows, some pigs and chickens, which were part of our livelihood. We had an apple orchard and grew beets [sugar] and hay. Dad taught his children to work; we used to thin and top beets and pick apples.
Our house was small but there was always room for others in our home. We were always together with our relatives, especially Aunt Carrie’s family. There was hardly ever a Sunday that they were not at our place or we were at Grandma’s. (Aunt Carrie’s family lived with her). Oh what good times we had!
We always had a phonograph and one of the records we had was called, “When Joey and Flora Got Married”. We always linked that song with Aunt Flora and Uncle Joe. In fact, Mother used to say that Aunt Flora and Uncle Joe did most of their courting in our house.
I remember one time my dad was going to teach me to milk. One of my girl friends (Ruth Rash) was going with us into the corral and we had an old cow with big horns. The cow took off after Ruth and she to scale the fence. This ended my learning to milk. Dad had been so frightened he didn’t ever want me to go near the corral again.
We used to have a surrey and I remember going to Logan with my parents when I was very small and I remember one time I fell out on the wheel.
Christmas time was always a special time for us—we always had a Christmas tree. Dad would get it ready and fix a stand on it and then the children would help decorate it. We used to pop corn and thread it for the trimming and we made paper chains for trim. We always kept our tree up until after my birthday on the 5th of January.
During our Christmas vacation Dad would always take us to visit our relatives in our cutter. This was always a special treat for me. I remember one time we went to Uncle Theodore’s and Aunt Ann’s (this was my dad’s half brother), and I remember having dinner there. Aunt Ann had some pie that didn’t have much filling in and I said, “I like fat pies like my mama makes.” I don’t think this went over very good; my mother was very angry with me.
My dad was very handy; he made us the biggest swing in the neighborhood. I always told my children that if their grandfather was alive they would have a swing and doll tables and cupboards and things like he made for me.
Dad loved flowers. When most other men would be resting after dinner you would see him in the flower garden. He was very ambitious and loved our yard to look nice.
We used to have such fun. We loved to go to the canyon. I remember one time dad told Uncle Jack to throw him the potato salad—he did, and Dad barely caught it.
In the summertime our greatest delight was to go to Idaho for ten days or two weeks. One of mother’s brothers or brothers-in-law would come and get us and another one would bring us home. To all of my family this was the greatest time of our lives. Mother had so many relatives in Shelly, Goshen, Jamestown and Idaho Falls, we didn’t have to wear our out welcome at any one place (at least they all seemed glad to have us). They all loved Mother and Dad.
Dad was so in love with Mother, even though he went with another girl for seven years before he broke up with her and started going with Mother. Dad’s sister Carrie was mother’s best friend and I think that had something to do with their starting to go together. Dad used to say he couldn’t get up in the morning without seeing Mother’s beautiful blue eyes. Dad adored mother and she adore him.
I think my dad’s favorite dessert was Mother’s rice pudding—no one else could make it like she did. One time I remember Uncle Jack’s brother, Ed Potts, and dad had a contest eating rice pudding. They ate and laughed so much they had to get down on the floor and roll.
Clair was born at Mother and Dad’s home. Dad had wanted him to be a girl, but after he arrived he loved him just as much as if he had been a girl. One time when Clair was very young we got a ride from Lewiston with some people going to Logan. We got off at the Main Street corner and walked to our house. Mother was in the little bed room cleaning under the bed, and Dad ran in and said, “Come and see who is here.” Mother came and was a little put out to think that he couldn’t have waited until she finished what she was doing, but Dad said, “Don’t you think they are more important?”
How my dad would have loved to have had Clair grow up and follow him around asking a million questions, but, that wasn’t meant to be, for on the 26th of January 1932, in the early hours of the morning (we happened to be there that night), mother called us and told us she thought Dad was dying. He had had a heart attack. He suffered terribly for a few minutes; in fact he had the kind of heart attack that made him feel like he was smothering and he wanted to run out in the cold air (it was the coldest night of that entire winter). Hen took him and sat him down and he died in Hen’s arms. He was only 50 years old and lying in his casket he looked so young and handsome in his white temple clothes. He was a high priest at the time of him death.
For the last six years of his life he was a mail carrier. He met four trains a day, two on the U.S. Line and two on the Interurban Line, and took the mail to and from the post office each time. The postmaster paid him a very nice compliment. He said if he had $1,000.00 he would never have to be afraid to lay it on the table and leave the room because John was a man that minded his own business.
Dad and Mother didn’t have as long a life as many people, but I don’t think many people have a happier one.
I loved my dad so much; I think he would have given me the moon if he could have.
Dad was a very quiet, shy man. He had a trait a lot like Glen--he hollered a lot (think this was a Gyllenskog trait). Perhaps people who did not know him thought he was ornery, but he wasn’t, he was very kind.
I was so proud of my dad. He was very handsome with his dark hair and very slender form. It was hard for me to give him up—he seemed so young—but we had a happy life while we had him and I am proud to be his daughter.