Memories of my grandfather by Kent Dee Hansen
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Morris DeMont Brough, my grandfather, passed away at his home in Smithfield on Monday, April 11th. He was 87.
Morris was born in Lyman, Wyoming on Feb. 1, 1929, to Thomas James and Julia Slagowski Brough. When Morris was due, his father went to Lyman with his team and sled for the doctor. Before they returned, he was born with the help of his sister, Dessa. He was the 10th of 11 children.
Morris grew up in Lyman, helping his father on the Wyoming State Experimental Farm, Cottonwood Corrals, and the Flat. As a 5th grader in 1939, he developed Rheumatic fever. Then, in the summer of 1940, while building fences on the tick-infested Flat, he developed Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. It was decided that to recover he would go to Arizona to live with Arlene and Lenore through the winter. After his health improved, he returned to Lyman where he continued working with his family and where he graduated from Lyman High School—lettering in basketball, track, boxing, and wrestling. He also spent many hours riding southwest Wyoming on his horse, Peanuts.
During the Korean War, Morris served in the Air Force as ACFC gunner on B-29’s and was stationed in Tucson, Arizona and Salina, Kansas. He was honorably discharged at a rank equivalent to a staff sergeant.
At the conclusion of his service, Morris met his wife-to-be, Virginia Ann Thackeray, who rented a room at his mother’s home in Salt Lake City. Morris and Virginia were married June 7, 1954, in the Salt Lake City Temple by Elder LeGrande Richards.
Morris and Virginia first lived in Salt Lake City and Morris worked at Slim Olsen Service Station in Bountiful—one of many jobs Morris spoke fondly of for years and was proud to have worked. In fact, Morris enjoyed many jobs throughout his life and can be remembered as a jack of all trades; including, jobs as a teacher of math, trigonometry, and industrial arts; a school principal, bus driver, and coach of various sports; manager of a hardware store, salesman, and foreman of the Physical Facilities Plant at Utah State University.
Many jobs also meant many moves. After living in Bountiful. Morris and Virginia bought a home in River Heights, Utah and Morris attended and graduated from the Utah State Agricultural College with a bachelor’s degree in Industrial Arts & Education. Morris’s teaching jobs took his family to Carlin, Nevada; back to River Heights, Utah, then to Farson, Wyoming,
and finally to Lakeview, Oregon. After teaching, Morris moved his family to Sequim, Washington for 5 years before moving to Preston, Idaho and finally settling in Smithfield, Utah.
Along the way, Morris and Virginia were blessed with six children: Julia Ann, Morris Mark, who lived only a few hours, Brenda Jean, Sandra Dawn, Lana Eileen, and Michael De.
Morris was a life long member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. As a young man, his parents hosted many LDS church leaders at their home. Morris served in various church callings; including, group and quorum leadership, high council, clerk, and also as a temple worker.
Morris also had many hobbies. He loved to hunt and fish. He loved to do leatherwork, painting, ceramics, woodwork, and coin collecting. He also kept himself busy with gardening and yard work and he particularly loved Roses and Irises. I remember well the ponds he built in his backyard. He was also a member of the Kiwanis Club, Lions Club, and American Legion. Morris was also into family history work and was proud of his ancestry. He loved family reunions—dancing and spending time with his siblings. Throughout his life, he maintained a close relationship with his siblings—especially Ursel and Warren. He had good friends and even the Dialyses center staff became like family to him.
Morris received a heart transplant in 1989 and made good use of it. In fact, he became somewhat of a celebrity at the VA hospital because of how long he lived after his heart transplant. Indeed, Morris lived a full life. Morris was very independent and had a very good memory. He was engaging in conversation and always had great stories to tell. In fact, my favorite memories of Grandpa Brough were spending Sunday evenings in his home filled with conversation, family, and fun. Thank you, Morris, for the legacy and the memories, we will miss you, until we meet again.
Written by Kent Dee Hansen-Son of Lana Brough Hansen