Walker Barlow Obit

While searching randomly on Google, I found the obituary of my great-great-grandfather, Walker Barlow.  We go to his gravesite in the Ogden Cemetery most years on Memorial Day, and I was excited to learn more. I think of him as the transition generation, around the turn of the century. They walked across America, and lived to see cars and airplanes.

BARLOW, WalkerDated: Monday, July 3, 1933
  Headline: Pioneer Dies During Sleep-Walker Barlow Services Will Be Conducted Wednesday
    Walker Barlow, 82, died early Sunday evening during a nap at the family home, 708 Twelfth street. He had been in good health and attended the old folks’ outing last week.
He was born June 9, 1851, at Blakely, Lancashire, England, a son of Thomas and Anne Hulme Barlow.
He arrived in Utah September 13, 1861, having walked from the Missouri river in the company of Captain Horne. He was married in the Salt Lake endowment house to Clarissa Barker in March, 1876. Mrs. Barlow died January 19, 1926.
Mr. Barlow had lived at the Twelfth street address for 52 years.
He was a member of the high priest quorum of the Ogden stake and was active in the Twenty-first ward of the L.D.S. church. For many years he operated the Mound Fort dairy and lately had been engaged in truck gardening.
Surviving are the following sons and daughters: Mrs. E.J. Watkins, Ogden; George W. Barlow, Salt Lake; former City Judge Simon Barlow and J. Fred Barlow, Ogden; Joseph Willard Barlow, Santa Ana, Calif.; Ezra T. Barlow, Salt Lake and Ellis E. Barlow, Los Angeles; 24 grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren.
Services will be held at two o’clock Wednesday in the L.D.S. Seventh ward chapel with Bishop T.L. Richards of the Twenty-first ward presiding.
Friends may call at Larkin and Sons chapel Tuesday afternoon and evening, then at the home of Simon Barlow, 700 Twelfth street from ten until one o’clock Wednesday. Interment will be made in the Ogden city cemetery.

 http://www.usgennet.org/usa/ut/county/weber/news/trini/standardexaminer/1933/obituariesjuly31933.htm

Stuck Duck

 A while ago Zak and I decided to explore the campsites in the area, and made an afternoon of grilling wurst over a campfire, reading, and talking. We decided to leave around sunset, making sure to draw water from the river to completely put out the fire. On the way out, Zak decided to be adventurous and drive through one of the puddles. Turns out, it was a lot deeper than expected. Years ago, Zak's brother made a picture book about a duck stuck in the mud with several other animals. We were like that duck. Beefy, our 4Runner, was completely high-centered, so none of our rocks and logs wedged in the mud did anything. Fairly new to the area, we still didn't know many people, but I did have some numbers of people in our church congregation. We said a prayer, asking for forgiveness for our folly, and made some phone calls. We found out who had a truck, and were on the phone with one man who was willing to drive twenty minutes each way to help us, when we saw someone drive near us. Zak honked and flashed his brights, catching attention. The young man admitted that he'd had similar predicaments, and pulled Beefy out without any hassle. Covered in mud, we returned home safe and sound.