Melva Hickenlooper (1907)

As Nephi of old, I was born of goodly parents and the youngest in a family of nine children. My parents are Charles Andrew and Medora Blanchard Hickenlooper. I was born 18 Feb 1907 in Pleasant View, Weber County, Utah.

My mother told me that Aunt Eliza Reese (the town’s aunt) remarked when she saw me, that I was the prettiest of all of Dora’s babies. Mother told me this to bolster ego or self-image as I considered myself the “ugly duckling” of the family.

I was born at home in an 11-room house. My great-aunt Jane Blanchard Ellis was midwife. Mother never had a doctor at any of the nine births. Mother turned 41 years of age 23 Feb 1907 – while she was still confined to bed with my birth.

The doctor had told Mother not to have any more children after Merl as she had had a bad case of Bright’s Disease and complications. But she had three of us after that counsel.

Mother was a wonderful woman, and she had to endure many hardships and privations. She was in ill health all of my lifetime up to her death 28 June 1936. She had a heart condition, menopause, female trouble, stomach trouble and nerves.

Father’s health was good until the bank foreclosed on the mortgage they held of our fruit farm in the spring of 1913. My oldest brother Will wanted money for one of his schemes of “getting rich quick” and through Mother’s intervention in his behalf, they over-persuaded Father to mortgage the farm. There was no market for the wonderful fruit which was produced and it didn’t even pay to pick it – and there was no other source of income. Father was a Horticultural Inspector.

Luella was married 23 Mar 1904 to William John Packham. She already had one child, Lula, when I was born. I am four months older than her second child, Thelma.

When I was three months old, Mother had a “run-away” and her milk dried up. [Check – I believe this was an accident where the horse ran away and tipped the wagon they were riding in.] I was left stranded as she was unable to find any formula that would agree with me and I cried a lot. It seems as though I have had stomach trouble ever since. After Thelma was born, Sister Luella had plenty of milk and she fed me as well as Thelma.

Brother Will was not married but he lived in Ogden. Della married Frederick Barker 29 Apr 1909. But there were still six of us at home – Florence, Ray, Merl, Lottie, Glen and Melva.

One of my earliest recollections is concerning my dear sister Lottie who passed away 7 Dec 1910 at age 10. I was 3 years and 10 months old. Complications had set in following scarlet fever – diphtheria, uremic poisoning, irosipolus [?], etc. Those who knew her best spoke of the angelic disposition which she possessed. Mother never fully recovered from the loss of her dear child.

Several months before Lottie’s passing I remember so distinctly one instance when she was trying to get me ready for Primary and I was very uncooperative, for which I am now sorry.

My first recollection of Sunday School was the lesson on the “gold Plates.” I thought that the teacher was speaking of gold dinner plates, and it was sometime lqter that I found out the propert interpretation.

My older brothers Ray and Glen teased me a lot and I was frightened and I did a lot of crying.

My sister Florence has been a second mother to me a good share of my life. Some of the time I slept with her until she was married 18 Dec 1912 which was two months before I turned six. She was the “apple of my eye” and I would follow her wherever she went in the house – much to her annoyance.

[On] 7 Jan 1913, Ray married Vera Jensen, a sister to Henry L. Jensen whom Florence had married.

In May 1913 we moved to Salt Lake City as the bank had foreclosed on the farm. Father had a good position as a fruit packer inspector for the various fruit companies. Father had been bishop of the Pleasant View Ward for thirteen years. Moving away from the farm, the relatives and friends was quite an adjustment for my parents.

We located at first near the old County Hospital on 21sr South and State Street. Later we moved to 670 North 1st West in the 24th Ward, Salt Lake Stake. I started school in September 1913 at Washington Elementary School at 163 West 4th North. I was quite proud of myself as I was such a “big” girl that Mother need not go with me to register. Brother Glen attended the same school and he showed me the proper classroom.

I did so well in the first grade that I was promoted a half of a year. All was well until I hit the 4th Grade and fractions. The teacher had me come to school early so as to give me some extra tutoring. Nothing she said made any impression on me. Fortunately for me, Florence and Henry came to stay with us for a time while Henry recuperated from an illness. He was a wonderful man and as he was a former school teacher, he knew exactly how to teach me – using the tried and true method of cutting an apple in halves, quarters, eighths, etc. He taught me so thoroughly that I have had no problem with fractions since.

I was a shy child who craved a lot of affection. Father would take me on his lap and relate the experiences of his Southern States Mission where he traveled without purse or scrip from 1895 to 1897. These were happy childhood days, excepting that we were denied many things.

Father’s job was dissolved within 1 ½ years after moving to Salt Lake City. He was now 52 years of age without any special working skills in city work. These were very difficult times for my dear parents, but through it all we never went hungry. Mother was a wonderful homemaker and it seemed like she could create a meal out of nothing.

There were no welfare plans in those days. My brother Merl was 17 and he worked in several places and he helped out until he moved to Idaho to live with Sister Luella. My oldest brother Will was not married, but he lived in Ogden. He helped out what he could. We all looked to him for help as he was the culprit in bringing the misfortune of the foreclosing of the farm. Merl was married to Evelyn Workman 2 Feb 1916.

The first time that I can remember my prayers being answered was when I was eight or nine years of age, and I wanted a pair of roller skates like the other girls had. Mother explained to me that the money would not reach that far. I prayed so hard and with so much faith and finally Mother bought them for me.

My baptism was a wonderful experience on 6 Mar 1915 at the Tabernacle font by Arthur J. Kirk. I was frightened but Father and Mother were both present which gave me courage. Father confirmed me 7 Mar 1915. I do not recall the words which were pronounced upon my head, but I will never forget the hymn, “Praise to the Man,” which the congregation sang with great fervor.

Mother had explained to me that all imperfections of the past were washed away. I tried so very hard to be a “good” girl, but I was quite a trial to Mother – especially so because of her ill health. I received all of the spankings – Glen was never once spanked.

When I was ten, we moved to 1315 South 17th East and I attended Uintah Elementary School at 1227 South 15th East. We now belonged to the Wasatch Ward with Marvin O. Ashton as our bishop. He was a marvelous person – so very kind and understanding. When I was eleven, I had a tonsillectomy. Bishop Ashton came to assist Father in administering to me. He held me on his lap and talked so kindly to me.

It was during my eleventh year that I came alive spiritually. Father had given me a small book on the life of Brigham Young. I read it and I treasured it very much. Then I started to read the Documentary History of the Church. There were parts in it beyond my comprehension which I took to Mother to explain. She advised me to wait a few years until I was more mature.

My two brothers Ray and Merl had moved to farms in Price a couple of years previously. Ray had a bumper crop and Merl’s would have been, but it was World War I time and someone blew up the dame and the water destroyed Merl’s farm completely. He then worked in a mine and his wife Evelyn did the cooking for the miners. Glen was out of school because of ill health – malnutrition and hay fever – and he helped Evelyn. Father was also working there.

My brother Will became interested in another mine, and he formed a company known as the Inland Fuel Company. It never paid off.

My Father was never the same after being in Helper working in the mine. He even began to say “damn” and “hell,” which I had never heard him use before.

During this period Mother and I were alone. She needed someone to talk to so I became the recipient of all of the family’s worries. Mother confided in me and her worries became my worries. I was very close to Mother from then on until the 1930 breakdown. It was during this trial-time that I had a very spiritual experience. At age eleven, it was made known to me that I would never marry in this lifetime. It came with such positive conviction that I even announced it to my family. There was never a girl who desired to be married, have a home of her own, and raise a family more than I did.

When I was twelve, I had my patriarchal blessing in which is stated: “And if you will seek the Lord in prayer and supplication He will bring to your bosom a suitable companion whom you shall adore and admire through time and all eternity.”

This has been a source of confusion and contradiction in my life. It was not explained to me, until later years, that patriarchal blessings extend beyond mortal life into the millenium and to the end of the milennium.

Shortly after this we moved to Centerfield, Sanpete County, Utah – July 1919 – where Father managed a farm for my brother Will who had recently married Clara Charlesworth 26 June 1919. Father raised mostly sugar beets and grain. Mother raised chickens and turkeys. She used to take the eggs into Gunnison – also butter which I helped churn. She also had a wonderful vegetable garden. The climate was such that there could be no early planting – 20 May was the earliest. The season was short but the harvest was heavy. We all worked hard. I learned to bake bread and to prepare meals.

I graduated from the 8th grade at age 14. Glen had missed so much schooling because of ill health that I caught up with him in the 7th grade. We graduated together from the 8th grade.

In July 1921 the farm was sold and we moved back to Salt Lake City. We lived in Crescent for a month or so at the mouth of Little Cottonwood Canyon. Then we moved to 308 E. 3rd South and the four of us lived in two rooms.

Glen and I went to Bryant Junior High School at 745 E. 1st South. We attended the 13th Ward on 2nd South between 3rd and 4th East. (It has been torn down for many, many years.) Ensign Stake Bishop Aldous was a kind bishop.

Then we moved to 269 ½ South 5th East, and we attended the 9th Ward, Liberty Stake with bishop Owen Horsefall who was greatly concerned about our temporal welfare. When Glen had his appendectomy, Bishop Horsefall paid the bill at the LDS Hospital.

I attended East High School for one year, and then my brother Will suggested that I go to the LDS University (high school), but before I was able to do so, he passed away 30 Nov 1922 of peritonitis following a ruptured appendix operation. This was a terrible blow to all of us as he had been our main source of income.

In 1923 I went to the LDSU at age 16. There I had wonderful instructors, and it gave me a spiritual foundation which I needed very much. I had Brother Eugene Hilton for Theology. He was very spiritual, and he was privileged to attend the sacred meetings of the General Authorities on Thursday in the Salt Lake Temple. He told us a lot about the temple and he explained that we could discuss anything that was written in “The House of the Lord” by James E. Talmadge. We studied the New Testament, and he explained so thoroughly that the former-day saints were taught the same principles as the Latter-day Saints. Through his teachings I received a testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

When the LDSU was dissolved, Brother Hilton moved to Oakland, California and he became a stake president of great stature. (His son is now prominent in the Salt Lake Stake and the state legislature.) In the Granite Stake conference held 10 Dec 1972, Elder O. Leslie Stone, an Assistant to the Twelve and former President of the Salt Lake Temple and former President of the Oakland-Berkeley Stake, paid a beautiful tribute to President Eugene Hilton.

Other noteworthy teachers were Brother George Durham (in charge of music for the devotionals which were held in the historic Barratt Hall), Brother Gubler for history, Brother Smith for geometry, Brother Kenneth S. Bennion for English. Brother Guy Wilson was President. (His daughter, Florence W. Anderson, lives in my ward.)

I had Brother Gerrit de Jong for Spanish. One afternoon when we were having a class party, he announced that anyone would have to sneeze my name – for they couldn’t pronounce it – much to my embarrassment. Hebrew was offered after school on a “no-credit” basis by a Brother Miller. I took it for a time, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, but I became too weary and I had to quit it.

But first and foremost of all of my teachers was Brother George Cuthbert Hobson whom I had for English. He had an uncanny perception in my shy, reticent disposition. I have never had a teacher who has impressed me as much as did he. On occasion he singled me out of the class, and I wondered why. It was a coincidence that while teaching at Weber Academy in Ogden, he knew some of my older brothers and sisters. He was also on the Weber Stake Sunday School Board, and he had visited the Pleasant View Ward while Father was bishop, and he had eaten Sunday dinner at our home.

Some outstanding students in this English class were Lowell L. Bennion, Eudora Widtsoe (Durham) (daughter of Elder John A. Widstsoe), Martha Elggren (daughter of Bishop Elggren of the 2nd Ward). Brother Hobson was from Coalville, Utah, and he had a nephew in our class – I believe his name was Lindsay Hobson (also from Coalville).

I graduated in May 1925. In January 1925, I had enough credits to graduated from high school, so I finished the year with one quarter of junior college. My teachers were Miss Marion Redd for oral expression, Brother Wells for English, Brother Porter for zoology, and Brother W.A. Smith for psychology. I had planned to be a school teacher with second choice becoming a nurse. But finances wouldn’t reach, and I had to bury my dreams which almost broke my heart.

In April I worked at the Coleville Ice Cream Company on 1st South and 8th East for $10.00 a week. In the fall I applied at the telephone company for a job as a long distance operator. I was accepted, and I started training 12 Oct 1925. The beginning salary was $11.00 a week. When I started working evenings, I received twenty-five cents for each evening, making $12.50 per week.

Brother Glen taught himself the key and lock business, and with my steady income at the telephone company, we pooled our resources and bought a home at 619 Park Street for $2400. We were now in the 2nd Ward, Liberty Stake. Our new bishop for Bishop Elggren.

I progressed in the telephone company, and in May 1928, I became supervisor. As years went by, I did considerable teaching. I enjoyed my work, but Mother became ill the first months of 1930. I tried to be her nurse, the family housekeeper for the four of us plus the visits of my older brothers and sisters and their families, and I supervised at the telephone company on a 1:00 pm to 10:00 pm shift.

In March 1930 I had become very fatigues and nervous, and Dr. Calderwood told me that if I didn’t rest more that I would have a breakdown. I had no conception of the seriousness of a breakdown. We did not have the income to hire help, and we did the best we could.

[On] 23 July 1930, Mother was operated for inward goiter. When she came from the hospital, the telephone company granted me a three-weeks leave of absence to be home with her. That was a fatal mistake – I should have worked and hired someone to nurse her. She was nervous and had had professional help, and I could not massage her and bathe her as well as the trained nurses had done. She complained and my feelings were hurt. I took a tailspin into deep depression. It was so deep that she noticed it, and she tried to find out what the trouble was. I never told her or anyone else.

The telephone company was very busy at that time as the 1929 financial crash was being felt, and the officials cut down on help. My situation was an emergency or they would not have granted me time off.

[On] 18 Sep 1930, I underwent an appendectomy. I couldn’t sleep more than three hours out of the 24 nor could I relax. I was in great pain. After the sixth day I demanded to go home as I was receiving very poort service from the nurses. I would never turn my light on until I had to, and they would let me wait an hour or one-and-a-half hours before they would bring the bedpan. Dr. Robbins finally agreed to let me go home if I would agree to stay in bed the full 10 days. He insisted that I go home in an ambulance. That was 24 Sep 1930. That evening I started slowy going out of my head. This was extremely difficult for my family as well as for myself. I was off work for four months. I was 23 years of age at the time, but I felt prematurely old.

When I was 25, I was asked to teach in the Junior Sunday School. My class consisted of the five- and six-year-olds. I enjoyed the assignment, but I was working all night at the telephone company from 10:00 pm until 7:00 am. Then Sunday School was at 10:30 am. It was too wearing for me, and I was forced to resign. (Besides, I had no backing from Glen and Mother. In fact they opposed me, and they maintained that I had no business teaching.) This was my first Church position – from May 1932 until July 1932.

The doctors had warned me that it would take from three to ten years to built up my health, and that I must be careful not to overdo. When I heeded their advice, everything was fine, but as the years went by, and I disregarded their instructions, I had other breakdowns. Under great stress, I have had the misfortune to get so “wound up” that I could neither eat or sleep. Many years ago, the physicians did not have the medications to treat their patients as they do today.

After I resigned my Sunday School position, I had an irresistible yearning to go to the temple. This was consummated 4 Nov 1932. Mother and Florence were with me. Father was on the session. Mother said that I looked like an angel.

I wanted so much to fulfill a mission, but because of my financial status, I knew that that would be impossible and so I felt that I could fulfill another kind of mission by working in behalf of the dead. I went to the temple as frequently as I could. The most memorable occasion was 9 Dec 1932 when I met a very wonderful sister in the washing and anointing room. We were each alone, and so we went through the session together. I happened to be there several times after that when she was also attending. This is how I met dear Sister Lina Selma Stock Nestler.

As time went one we became fast friends, and she invited me to her home. When I was first in her home, it had such a wonderful feeling with it that as I walked through the dining room to the kitchen, I said, “This is just like coming home.”

In May 1933 she let me come to stay with her for a time as I was ill, and the doctor suggested that I leave my parental home so that I could recuperate and not have such heavy responsibilities. It was intended that when I became well that I would return home. But I was never well enough to return to the parental home. I my day off I would go home to visit Mother. In 24 hours all the work that had been done to build me up in six days was washed away, and I would return to Sister Nestler an old, broken-down woman.

After many months of this, I was forced to obey the doctor’s orders or else have another breakdown. The separation was very difficult for my dear Mother and I shed many tears because of the situation. I did not want to hurt Mother nor my family, but I was forced to choose between my Mother and myself. Mother was now 67, but in those days it was like a person 87 nowadays. Other members of the family pled with me to return home. It was terrific fight to maintain my ground, but through the grace of dear Heavenly Father, I maintained my stand.

Sister Nestler was a very spiritual and dynamic person. When I met her, she was 56 years of age, and I could believe that she was a day over 45. She had the prettiest blue eyes and the loveliest skin that I have ever seen. She was truly a beautiful woman in thought and in deed.

It was wonderful to be under her tutelage. She was a prolific writer both rhyme and prose. I felt greatly blessed, and I often remarked that I was privileged even as Paul of old to sit at the Gamaliel and to be taught our gospel in its fulness. Sister Nestler was a convert to the Church, and she had great faith and she inspired faith in others. She was a most wonderful teacher.

If it had not been for the intervention of Heavenly Father, I would have lost my job at the telephone company, and I would have remained a broken-down individual to the end of my days. Is it any wonder that I look upon Sister Nestler as a personal savior to me.

On 28 June 1936, Mother passed away – just three years after I left home. Some members of the family blamed me for her death at age 70. Now that Father was left alone, he pled with me to come back and live with him as Glen had married Mabel Ransom 30 Jan 1935. So this was another heart-breaking fight. He passed away 20 Oct 1938 at Glen’s Key Shop of a heart attack.

I despised the name of Hickenlooper because of its length and of the many embarrassments that it cost me. Senator Hickenlooper of Iowa [a descendant of Andrew Hickenlooper, Jr.] had not yet popularized the name. In my work at the telephone company, I was required to say, “This is Miss Hickenlooper, long distance supervisor. May I help you?” In some cases, I was forced to repeat it several times and even spell it, with the girls at the board snickering. So when Sister Nestler suggested that she adopt me – because of unhappy situations with my family – so that she would have legal custody over me, I decided that it would be the proper thing to do. Consequently, on 5 Feb 1941, this was accomplished in Judge Ellett’s court and through Attorney J. Grand Iverson.

Sister Nestler did not like the name of “Melva” and so she coined the name Miretta meaning “mirth and flowers.” I wanted a middle initial, inasmuch as I did not expect to marry in this life. I love the story of Ruth, and I felt that my situation had a resemblance to hers – “Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.”

My life has been so enriched with the association of my Mother-Friend, Sister Lina Nestler, that I shall rise up and call her “blessed” through time and all eternity. She was true blue until later years. I was so blessed to associate with her for 34 years.

In 1955 I became very fatigues and depressed. I was on my feet most of the time supervising. The signs of another breakdown were appearing daily. Sister Nestler and I tried to ward it off by taking trips. In June we went to the Northwest and we stayed a few days in San Francisco, but not long enough to get any rest.

In September we returned to San Francisco. I was under a strain with my companion, and I was quite irritable. She had offered to stay home and let me go alone – I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so I urged her to accompany me.

By the end of the year I cracked up again. I had been to various doctors, but none of them helped me with the proper medication. [On] 26 Mar 1956, I returned to my supervisory position at the telephone company. It was a very difficult year and at the beginning of 1957, I phased out again. I returned to work later in the year and was demoted to operator work.

By April 1958, I realized that it was impossible to make the “comeback” that I had done other times. The telephone company gave me one year in which to men, and they paid my complete salary all of that time. It was impossible to meet the one-year deadline, and I retired with a disability pension 23 Apr 1959 at age 52. The telephone company should be commended for their patience and understanding. For eleven years I worked at Welfare Square in a clerical position. On 11 Dec 1969 I was accepted as a clerk at Deseret Industries Store 2234 Highland Drive – resigned 22 Aug 1973 because of ill health.

On 23 April 1967, Sister Nestler had a massive cerebral hemorrhage stroke. She never regained consciousness. She passed away 21 May 1967.

Her home at 2587 South 7th East was now in probate. Her only child Paul was reported missing in the Korean War 6 Dec 1950. Her home had been left to him, to his wife, or to his children. His wife had remarried, and she had two daughters with her second married (no children with Paul) and again she was a widow. The court case was held 11 July 1968 and Lina Nestler’s will was upheld which stated that Melva Hickenlooper/Miretta Ruth Nestler should be paid $1.00.

Sister Nestler explained to me that if she left the home to me that my family would take it over and consign me to the State Hospital and that she had not worked hard all her life for the Hickenlooper family. It was strange reasoning – but there was nothing I could do about it.

The Church had built a two-room house for Mr. And Mrs. Peter Schmid in the 1940s. Mr. Schmid passed away first and Mrs. Schmid was then blind. When she passed away the house was unoccupied. Through the assistance of Bishop Edward P. Nielsen and all of the former bishops, I was privilege to purchase the home and remodel it. The high priests under the direction of 79-year-old Hyde Willis undertook the gigantic task of remodeling. Labor was furnished free of charge – I was only billed for the supplies. I paid Arthur Perschon for painting the interior.

I moved to the new location at 2423 Lake Street on 16 Dec 1968. On 21 Dec 1968, I had a fire when I was not at home, and my next-door neighbor Sister Daugney Hansen turned in the fire alarm and she and Alfred Schulz are responsible for saving the structure. The fire costs many hundreds of dollars to repaint, re-carpet the part that was burned – my pretty glassware – set of dishes from telephone girls when I retired, etc. etc.

I had claustrophobia so badly – cooped up into two rooms – that in the summer of 1969, I used the last of my life’s savings to have a large bedroom built on, which also serves as my sewing room. I am truly grateful for the three rooms.

I became actively interested in genealogy in 1931 and 1932. My father was chairman of the 2nd Ward genealogical committee which met on Monday evenings. Through the untiring help of my sister Della H. Barker, who lived in Ogden, I was able to make a Book of Remembrance for Father and Mother as well as for myself.

In 1934 I was set apart as secretary of the Forest Dale Ward genealogical committee with Brother Roland Tobiason as chairman. In 1938 I was set apart as stake secretary of Granite Stake genealogical committee with Brother Cannon as chairman.

In 1959 I joined the Relief Society organization and I became a visiting teacher from ______ to ______. Visiting teacher supervisor from ______ to ______. [On] 30 Dec 1962, Fairmont ward was divided. The other ward was named Parkview. A. Lonson Child became the new Bishop. On 10 Feb 1963, I was sustained as ward librarian. I enjoyed my work in this capacity very much, but it was very time consuming. With Sister Nestler gone, I had too much work to do. I asked to be released, and it became effective 9 June 1968.

On 18 Apr 1971, I was sustained as Teaching Aid Specialist. When this position was dissolved, I was asked to be Sunday School Librarian, which I had to refuse because of health reasons. I was released 14 Nov 1971.

(Melva ended her history here.)

Postscript by Norma Blanchard Powell, Genealogist for the Blanchard Family Organization.

From about October 1973 to when she retired July 1981, Melva worked in the new Deseret Industries store (it opened 1972) as a salesperson at 4485 South Main Street, Murray, Utah. Brother Eartmann H. Christensen said Melva was a good worker and always kept her racks neat and in good order. He worked in the office there. Lucille Eyre was her supervisor and Iona Kump Wall was her good friend that worked there also. Another good friend was Evelyn Gunderson. Melva was close to 74 ½-years-old when she retired. She rode city bus to work. Melva fractured her back while working at the Sugarhouse store on Highland Drive. The last few years of her life she was bothered with a heart-lung condition which made her short of breath and which corrected itself when she took her medication. She also had some hearing loss and had to wear a hearing aid. Later on she had to take oxygen in her home for her lungs.

She finally got to work as Sunday School librarian in her ward for some time. She was very conscientious. On Friday, July 9, 1982, Melva and her friend Georgia Russell were out on one of their “hamburger dates” when they became involved in a traffic accident at 9th East 21st South in the Sugarhouse area of Salt Lake City – not far from where they lived. A young man ran a stoplight. Melva received a broken jaw and other injuries. She was taken to LDS Hospital in Salt Lake City. Her jaw was set (later had to be reset); infection set in and other complications. She remained in the intensive care section where she died six weeks minus one day from the date of her accident, passing away Thursday, August 19, 1982.

Her funeral services were held Monday, August 23, 1982 at 12 o’clock noon at the Fairmont LDS Ward Chapel, 2445 South 800 East, Salt Lake City, Utah. This was her former ward chapel. The Fairmont-Parkview Ward was divided Feb 24, 1980. Melva was put in the Forest Dale Ward, but it was across the freeway and made it hard for her to attend. The Parkview name was dissolved.

Interment was the same day in the North Ogden City Cemetery, North Ogden, Utah.