Upper Level: Theodore Wayment and Hazel Caroline East

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Theodore Wayment and Hazel Caroline East

Theodore Wayment headstone

Theodore Wayment
Parents William Thomas Wayment and Maud Mary Bullock
Born 17 January 1892 Warren, Weber, Utah
Married 1) Catherine Forbes Hadley
Children: Maude, Gerald, Catherine
Died 16 February 1960 Warren, Weber, Utah
Buried 19 February 1960 Warren Cemetery, Warren, Weber, Utah
Sources
Utah Marriages
1900 US Census Warren, Weber, Utah (age 8)
1910 US Census Warren, Weber, Utah (age 18)
1920 US Census Warren, Weber, Utah (age 28)
1930 US Census Warren, Weber, Utah (age 38)
1940 US Census Warren, Weber, Utah (age 48)
WW1 Draft Registration
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=60599
Billion Graves

Hazel Caroline East Wayment

Hazel Caroline East
Parents Javis East and Mary Elizabeth Clark
Born 15 December 1901 Warren, Weber, Utah

Hazel's headstone

Died 15 February 1984 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Buried Warren Cemetery, Warren, Weber, Utah
Sources
1910 US Census for Weber County (age 8)
1920 US Census for Weber County, Utah page 1 (age 18)

1930 US Census for Warren, Weber, Utah page 1A line 9 (age 28)
1940 US Census for Warren, Weber, Utah page 3A line 35 (age 38)
SS Death Index
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=60642

LDS Church deceased member record

Life History on ancestry.com

CHILDREN

Glenn and Vera Wayment

Vera Mary Wayment
Born 12 July 1921 Warren, Weber, Utah
Married Glenn Victor Geilmann 20 August 1942 Warren, Weber, Utah
Children: Bonnie, Greg, Timothy
Died 15 September 1989
Buried 17 September 1989

Vera and Glenn headstone

Sources
1930 US Census Warren, Weber, Utah (age 8)
1940 US Census Warren, Weber, Utah (age 18)
Family Search
Glenn's obituary

Wallace Wayment headstone

Wallace Wayment
Born 30 November 1922 Warren, Weber, Utah
Not Married
No Children
Died 29 January 1923 Warren, Weber, Utah
Buried Warren Cemetery, Warren, Weber, Utah Plot 4-2-12-5
Sources
Utah Death Certificate
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=60602

Theo Wayment's headstone

Theo East Wayment
Born 18 March 1924 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Occupation: Aircraft Mechanic Hill Air Force Base
Military: US Navy WW2 Seaman First Class
Married Shirley Schaer 22 October 1946 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children: Karen, Patricia, Janet, Craig
Died 13 August 2006 McKay-Dee Hospital, Ogden, Weber, Utah
Buried Evergreen Memorial Park, Ogden, Weber, Utah
Obituary: Note: I added what is in blue to clarify half-sibs
Theo E. Wayment, 82, passed away Sunday, August 12, 2006, after a valiant fight for survival at the McKay-Dee Hospital, Ogden.
Theo was born March 18, 1924, in Ogden, Utah, the son of Theodore Wayment and Hazel Caroline East.

He married Shirley Schaer October 22, 1946, in the Salt Lake City Temple.
Theo was a resident of Ogden, Utah for 38 years. He served in the United States Navy during World War II and was honorably discharged as Seaman First Class April 1946 from Oakland, California. He went on to work for the Ogden City Rail Road, the old Thomas Dee Hospital then completed a career as an Aircraft Mechanic at Hill Air Force Base from where he retired.

He was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in which he served as a temple worker and fulfilled many various callings including two LDS Stake mission calls – one of which he served as a counselor in the Lorin Farr Stake Mission Presidency. He enjoyed working closely with the young missionaries and had a great love of this work.
Theo had a great love for the aircraft he worked on at Hill Air Force Base; for camping, fishing, and especially for all the animals both domestic and in the wild. He was a farmer at heart and found great joy in growing his gardens and working on the family farm in Warren, Utah.

Surviving are wife Shirley Schaer; daughters Karen W. Allred (Larry) of West Point, Patricia W. Cunningham Hensely of West Jordan, Janet W. Tetlow (Mark) of Monroe, North Carolina; his sister Dianne W. Bullock (Carl) of North Ogden; seven grandchildren; nine great-grandchildren and five great-great-grandchildren.

Theo was preceded in death by his son Craig Schaer Wayment; his father Theodore Wayment; his mother Hazel Caroline East; brothers Wallace Wayment, Weston Wayment (Gladys) and half-brother Gerald Hadley Wayment; sisters Vera Maude W. Gielman (Glen), Maxine W. Warren (Robert), Bonnie Jean Wayment, half-sisters Maude Elizabeth W. Bingham (Ed) and Catherine Hadley Wayment.
Sources
1930 US Census Warren, Weber, Utah (age 6)
1940 US Census Warren, Weber, Utah (age 16)
SS Death Index
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=36535144

Weston Wayment headstone

Weston (Wes) Wayment
Born 10 October 1925 Warren, Weber, Utah
Married Gladys Saxton 20 August 1945 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Children: Wendy, Marsha, Joan, Cheryl, Blake, Gay, Mark, Thad, Kari
Died 6 May 1994 Warren, Weber, Utah
Buried Warren Cemetery, Warren, Weber, Utah Plot 4-3-24-1
Sources
1930 US Census Warren, Weber, Utah (age 4)
1940 US Census Warren, Weber, Utah (age 14)
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=60603

Maxine Wayment Warren headstone

Maxine Wayment
Born 23 September 1931 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Married 1) Don Stratton Thurston 31 January 1949
2) Robert Warren
Died 30 June 1986 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Buried Ogden, City Cemetery, Ogden, Weber, Utah Plot J-8-2-5E
Sources
1940 US Census Warren, Weber, Utah (age 9)
SS death Index
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=110652871

Bonnie Jean Wayment's Death Certificate

Bonnie Jean Wayment
Born 7 January 1935 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Not Married
No Children
Died 21 January 1935 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Note: Death Certificate gives this date
Buried Ogden City Cemetery, Ogden, Weber, Utah
Note: Plot 4-2-12-6
Sources
Death Certificate
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=60629

Bonnie's headstone

1 comment:

UnknownNovember 5, 2014 at 10:22 PM
Can anyone tell me anything about Theodore Wayment's first wife, Catherine Forbes Hadley? She died at such a young age and the family doesn't know very much about her. Any stories and/or memories would be greatly appreciated. Thank you so much!
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From a Funeral Program

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little - but not for too long

And not with your head bowed low

Remember the love that we once shared

Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take

And each must go alone

It's all part of the Master's plan

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart

Go to the hills we know

And bury your sorrow among the trees

Miss me, but let me go.

The Line

Every minute someone leaves this world behind.
We are all in “the line” without knowing it.
We never know how many people are before us.
We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.

So while we wait in line -

Make moments count.
Make priorities.
Make the time.
Make your gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make love.
Make up.
Make peace.
Make sure to tell your people they are loved.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready.

I'm My Own Grandpa

Many, many years ago when I was 23,
I got married to a widow
who was as pretty as could be.
She had a grown up daughter
who had a hair of red.
My father fell in love with her
and soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
for she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse,
although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother -in-law to dad
and so became my uncle though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
then that also made him brother to the widow's grown-up- daughter,
who of course, was my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son,
who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother
and it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
she's my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother,
then I am her grandchild.
and every time I think of it,
it simply makes me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!

Quotes from the Prophets

President Gordon B Hinckley: "It is good to look to the past to gain appreciation for the present and perspective for the future. It is good to look upon the virtues of those who have gone before, to gain strength for whatever lies ahead. It is good to reflect upon the work of those who labored so hard and gained so little in this world, but out of whose dreams and early plans so well nurtured, has come a great harvest of which we are the beneficiaries. Their tremendous example can become a compelling motivation for us all, for each of us is a pioneer in his own life."

President Spencer W Kimball: "I hope to see us dissolve the artificial boundary line we so often place between missionary work and temple and genealogical work, because it is the same great redemptive work!"

President Joseph Fielding Smith: " The responsibility on behalf of our kindred dead rests with equal force on all, according to our individual ability and opportunities...the greatest and grandest duty of all is to labor for the dead."

The Passing of the Pot (Chamber Pot)

As far back in childhood
As memory may go
One household vessel greets me
That wasn't made for show
Beneath the bed twas anchored
Where only few could see
But served the entire family
With equal privacy
Some called the critter Peggy
And some the thundermug
And others called it badger
A few called it jug
To bring it in at evening
Was bad enough no doubt
But heaven help the person
Who had to take it out
Our big one was enormous
And would accomodate
A watermelon party
Composed of six or eight
When nights were dark and rainy
It was a useful urn
On icy winter mornings
The cold rim seemed to burn
At times when things were rushing
And business extra good
Each took his turn a waiting
Or did the best he could
Sometimes when in a hurry
To our disgust and shame
We fumbled in the darkness
And slightly missed our aim
The special one for company
Was decorated well
But just the same it rendered
That old familiar smell
Today this modernism
Relieves me a lot
And only in my vision
I see that homely pot.
(author unknown)

Poem about ancestors

Though steep is the path I follow today,
The footprints of time will show me the way.
For many have traveled a smiliar road,
And carried an equal of heavier load.

No troubles I face are new to this earth,
That man has not faced from time of his birth.
The route has been charted and roads have been paved
By legions before me who were stalwart and brave.

Their steps never faltered nor courage grew dim,
For they trusted the Lord and let Him led them.
If my faith and my trust remain steadfast and true,
God will guide and protect me in all that I do.
- Dolores Karides

The Elusive Ancestor

I went searching for an ancestor.
I cannot find him still.
He moved around from place to place
and did not leave a will.
He married where a courthouse burned.
He mended all his fences.
He avoided any man who came to
take the US census

He always kept his luggage packed,
This man who had no fame,
and every 20 years or so,
This rascal changed his name.
No one else inthis world is
searching for this elusive man,
so I play "Gene-solitaire"
To find him, if I can!

I'm told he's buried in a plot,
with tombstone he was blessed;
but the weather took engravings,
and some vandals took the rest.
He died before the county clerks
were appointed to keep records
No family Bible has emerged -
In spite of all my efforts.

To top it off, this elusive ancestor
who has caused me many groans -
left me even one more challenge:
He brothed a lady,
by the name of "Jones"!
(Got this from a publication
put out by the DUP organization
that names the author: Merrell Kenworthy)

Poem: Heaven's Door

If I should go before you,

If life on earth were through;

I'll stop just inside Heaven's door,

and there I'll wait for you.

You've but to look 'cross star filled skies,

Past the moon and then beyond;

To know my leaving could never break,

This heart's undying bond.

And if you should go before me,

If your journey on earth were through;

You know I will be close behind,

I'll never be far from you.

Across the span of time and space,

This love will reach this far;

For you'll always carry a bit of my heart,

No matter where you are.

Allison Chambers Coxsey©1995 ~ All Rights Reserved

Which Shall It Be? by Adelaide Proctor

Which shall it be?

"Which shall it be? Which shall it be?
I looked at John and John looked at me,
And when I found that I must speak,
My voice seemed strangely low and weak:
˜Tell me again what Robert said,"
And then I, listening, bent my head.
This is his letter:˜I will give
A house and land while you shall live,
If, in return, from out your seven,
One child to me for aye is given."

I looked at John's old garments worn;
I thought of all that he had borne
Of poverty, and work, and care,
Which I, though willing, could not share;
I thought of seven young mouths to feed,
Of seven little children's need,
And then of this.

˜Come, John,said I,
We'll choose among them as they lie
Asleep. So, walking hand in hand,
Dear John and I surveyed our band:
First to the cradle lightly stepped,
Where Lilian, the baby, slept.
Softly the father stooped to lay
His rough hand down in a loving way,
When dream or whisper made her stir,
And huskily he said: ˜Not her!"

We stooped beside the trundle bed,
And one long ray of twilight shed
Athwart the boyish faces there,
In sleep so beautiful and fair;
I saw on James rough, red cheek
A tear undried. E'er John could speak,
He's but a baby, too," said I,
And kissed him as we hurried by.

Pale, patient, Robbie's angel face
Still in his sleep bore suffering's trace.
˜No, for a thousand crowns, not him!"
He whispered, while our eyes were dim.
Poor Dick! bad Dick! our wayward son”
Turbulent, restless, idle one”
Could he be spared?
Nay, He who gave
Bade us befriend him to the grave;
Only a mother's heart could be
Patient enough for such as he;
˜And so," said John, ˜I would not dare
To take him from her bedside prayer."

Then stole we softly up above,
And knelt by Mary, child of love;
˜Perhaps for her ˜twould better be,"
I said to John. Quite silently
He lifted up a curl that lay
Across her cheek in a wilful way,
And shook his head: ˜Nay, love, not thee,
The while my heart beat audibly.

Only one more, our eldest lad,
Trusty and truthful, good and glad,
So like his father. ˜No, John, no!
I cannot, will not, let him go."

And so we wrote, in courteous way,
We could not give one child away;
And afterward toil lighter seemed,
Thinking of that of which we dreamed,
Happy in truth that not one face
Was missed from its accustomed place;
Thankful to work for all the seven,
Trusting the rest to One in heaven."