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My paternal Grandfather is Clyde Everett Weeks. He died of cancer in September 1979. We called him “Dad”, presumably because my parents did when we were young. He was a handsome man with pure white hair. He had an interesting life. I understand that his father was not particularly ambitious or much of a leader in his home and that my Grandfather left home in Lansing, Michigan when he was relatively young as he lied about his age of 16 in order to join the army. I believe that they let him in because he registered for the draft when he was only 16. He soon found himself in Vladivostok, Siberia, in Russia during World War I. His career in the army continued through World War II.
He was married in 1924 to Bertha Larsen. I never met her, but understand that she was a nurse. My Father has spoken fondly of her, but I really know little about her life, other than the fact that she was my Father’s Mother and that she also had two other children, Sharee and Michael.
This began a second life for my Grandfather. He became assistant manager of the Singer Sewing Machine center in Provo on Center street, where he worked for several years. He soon met Emily Gatiker at the Singer Sewing Center. He repaired her sewing machine. Emily was a lovely woman, who had suffered through a stressful divorce from her first husband, a Mr. Stoddard. Emily came to be known at Aunt Emily. We would often go to visit “Dad & Emily” on Sunday afternoons, during my youth. Emily brought with her four children from her previous marriage. Their names are Myrna, Martin, Karen, and Glen. They also had one daughter, whom they named Jerri Susan. She was a year younger, than I. They lived on about 420 East 200 North in Provo.
Emily worked at BYU in the Alumni Department. One day, she heard that there was an opening in the new BYU Development Fund Department at BYU. My Grandfather applied for the job and got became BYU’s Assistant Development Director. He ultimately ended up working there until his retirement. His responsibilities included negotiating with people and arranging for bequeathments and donations to the university. I remember going to his office in the administration building at the university, when I was a young man, to visit him. It seemed like a very nice place to work.
He seemed to be very highly respected and enjoyed his work. He had beautiful handwriting. I remember, that every birthday, I would receive a special birthday card from him with a crisp $1 dollar bill. I always looked forward to this kind thought.
My Father’s Father grew up in Lansing, Michigan. The Weeks family originated in England. Originally, I understand that the name was Wicks. It is supposed to have changed after these people migrated to America. Perhaps it changed even before this. I guess I can check this out in my genealogy, which I will include at the end of this history.
My Father’s Mother, Bertha Larsen grew up in Canada. Her family was from Denmark. She had two brothers named Grant and Wilford. There may have been other brothers but I don’t remember any sisters. I know little about her other than that she was a nurse and that she died of cancer when my Father was 16 years old.
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His Life Story
My Birth & Early Life
On September 3, 1902, a baby boy was born to George
Clarence Weeks and Sarah Maude Jenkins at La Crosse, La Porte, Indiana.
Two other children preceded him in this family, namely Owen Royal Weeks,
Born November 25, 1897 and Pearl Emily Weeks, born October 4, 1900. This baby boy was me. I was told that father worked
on the railroad in La Crosse. When I was two the family moved to 6th
Street in Ashland, Ohio where father worked for the Myers Pump Company
which manufactured water pumps. Sixth Street ran into Orange and when I
was old enough, I went to grammar school in the Orange Street School. I
remember my third and fourth grade teachers who were twins. I thought
them very beautiful. They were always nice to me and I imagined I was in
love with them. About this time we moved to Lansing, Michigan. On
arriving there we moved in with Uncle Willie (Wilbur) and Aunt Sarah
Weeks until we could find a home to rent. Dad began working for the Reo
Motor Car Company in the machine shop. Uncle Willie worked as an
automobile painter for this same company. We were soon able to rent a
house on Hillsdale Street, near the corner or River Street. While living
here my younger brother, Frederick Hall Weeks, was born on September 12,
1913. He was named after Fred Houghton whose wife was Nellie Hall.
Nellie was mother's cousin. They lived in Ohio. Second cousin, Fred, was
only about 15 years older than I. We had a burn out in the home on Hillsdale Street
and moved into the house next door which faced River Street. While
living in this house, the river burst its banks and flooded our basement
and about a foot into the main floor. These two disasters were very hard
on my parents. When I was about in the 6th grade, Grandfather
Weeks died and left dad $800 which was used for a down payment on a
house on Monroe Street, not far from Uncle Willie's home. This was the
last home I lived in with my family. I really never had much childhood and virtually no
adolescence. Thus I never learned to swim or play ball or do any of the
things boys usually do during their "growing up" years. Even while in
Ohio I delivered washing and ironing in my little wagon which my mother
did for other people. Almost every day I had to go along the railroad
track to look for lumps of coal which had fallen from the overly loaded
coal cars so that we would have fuel for cooking and heating our house.
In Lansing I delivered newspapers for the Lansing State Journal in the evening after
school and in the morning before school I worked in a nearby milk
bottling plant. All of my earnings had to be given to my mother;
however, I would often manage to get a few extra papers to sell on the
street. This money I kept and would occasionally afford a
treat. My favorites were those chocolate-coated cookies with
marshmallows on top. My mother was a harsh disciplinarian. During my
early years she often beat me with a switch which she made me get for
her. I was required to go to my room to wait for her to come to whip me.
I never fought back but learned to notch the switch so that it would
break easily. I can't remember my parents ever giving me one cent but if
I was caught withholding any money I had earned, a beating resulted.
Father never whipped me; a cuff to the side of the head was all I ever
got from him. Much against my will, my parents took me out of
school before I finished the 7th grade because they needed the income I
could make in order to support the family. I was always tall for my age
and could pass for quite a bit older than my years. My first full time
job was as messenger at the Reo Motor Car Company where I ran errands
delivering messages between the various departments of the plant. I
bought my lunch at the plant while working there and these were the best
meals I had ever eaten. It was while working here that I was befriended
by John Leonard who was a year or two older than I. He was not the best
influence on me because it was then that I began smoking without my
parents knowing it. I was just trying to be manly like the rest of the
fellows. Dad was still working in the Reo machine shop when
I found a better paying job with an auto parts company that made motor
blocks for cars. I operated a drill press which bored numerous holes in
the block at one time. My main problem was that I couldn't get the hang
of sharpening the drills properly. I tried so hard but they burned
rather than drilled so I didn't last long there. My brother, Owen, was a motorman for the streetcar
company and he got me on as a conductor. The motorman sometimes let me
operate the streetcar and on one occasion while the motorman was at the
rear of the streetcar I rammed right into the back of the car ahead of
me. I was frightened and knew that I was finished with that job, so in
the morning I went to the office and turned in my badge--I quit before I
was fired. World War I was on and I wanted to get into the
action. My parents would not give their consent but I enlisted in the
Navy anyway and was sent to Chicago by them for induction and final
physical. Naturally, I had to fib about my age. I felt real smug about
getting past this hurdle but when I had my physical the doctor decided I
didn't have enough pubic hair (I was only 15) and sent me back home to
grow up.
After this experience I enrolled in a telephone
installation course with the Western Electric Company. They sent me to
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania where I spent the winter in school and learned
the inner workings of the telephone exchange. This was a rather tender
age to be alone and so far from home. After graduating from this, I
returned to Lansing but had a disagreement with my parents when they
tried to restrict my comings and goings and probably my smoking too
which I now did openly. I rented a room about two blocks from home and
never lived at home with my parents again. Mother and Dad were having
marital problems and one day Dad brought his suitcase and moved in with
me for a while. I was working for the Bell Telephone System at this
time, but not long afterward the telephone workmen went on strike so I
was again out of work. I was never without work for long. Next I began
working for the Fisher Autobody Company. They had a contract with the
government making oak wheels for cannons. I would putty all the holes
and cracks on the wooden spokes and sand them to get them ready for
dipping into the paint. These were for the war effort.
June 6, 1919 Early Military Career The 18 to 45-Year-old men had to sign up for the
draft as World War I was still on and men were desperately needed. At
various places in town women would be set up to register men for this
purpose, so I marched in and registered using May 12, 1900, as my birth
date. They gave me my coveted draft card without requiring a proof of
birth. With the draft card in hand I went to the Army Recruiting station
and was accepted as an enlistee and sworn in on the spot. In the early summer of 1919 (I was not yet 17 years
old) I was sent to Columbus, Ohio to boot camp. Little is known by the general public of the story
of America’s Adventure in Siberia 1918-1920. There were no radio and
television and the press gave only meager publicity to the American
Expedition in Siberia. Only a few troops were involved so it was not
generally known that the United States participated in this action. War
did not cease in this area with the signing of the Armistice in 1918.
World War I did not finally terminate until peace was signed in 1921.
All participants in the American Expedition in Siberia are recognized
veterans of World War I and were awarded the Victory Medal with the
Siberian Clasp. I was awarded this medal.
Major General William S. Graves, U.S. Army,
commanded the expedition. This was a combined allied military campaign
to North Russia and Siberia and the troops in Siberia consisted of
contingents of English, Japanese, Chinese, French, Czech and American
units. Major General Graves wrote a book covering this unusual campaign
titled
America's
Siberian Adventure (BYU Library 940.43.G 78). To set the
stage for a recital of my little part as one of the troops who spent a
winter in this cold, uninviting land, I quote a few excerpts from his
book. "Siberia was inhabited in part by semi-civilized
natives and in part by political exiles and there were now added great
bodies of liberated prisoners of war I seemed to be the only military
representative who was aware that we had a war of our own in Russia and
that our war was independent and separate from the war in France. The
Armistice had absolutely no effect in Siberia. "The principle of non-interference in Russian
affairs limited the activities of the American Forces in Siberia to
guarding supplies and keeping lines of communication open… People in the
United States can have no conception of the conditions in Eastern
Siberia where there is no law except the law of the jungle which the
Japanese and Kolchak supporters were using and the Americans could not
use. "Admiral Kolchak, who represented the Czarist
regime, and who the United States supported with arms and ammunition and
clothing, was defeated by the Bolsheviks. He was tried by the Bolshevik
military court and was shot February 7, 1920." General Graves in his summation said 'I was in
command of the United States troops sent to Siberia and I must admit, I
do not know 'what the United States "was trying to accomplish by
military intervention....The Siberian expedition has been a great
fiasco, for which the allied nations must be blamed. It was a great
mistake to send any expedition at all. American intervention in Siberia was a fruitless,
dismal tragedy, comedy. Secretary of War Newton D. Baker said, "I cannot
close this foreword without expressing the gratitude of our common
country to those soldiers who uncomplainingly and bravely bore in that
remote and mystifying place, their part of their country's burden. Those
who took part in it can have the satisfaction of knowing that the
American force in Siberia bore itself humanely and bravely under the
orders of a commander who lived up to the high purpose which led their
country to establish a stabilizing and helpful influence in remote
wastes inhabited by confused and pitiful people. They too, 'I think,
have the reassurance that if there was a defect of affirmative
achievement, history will find benefits from the negative results of
American participation in Siberia; things that might have happened, had
there been no American soldiers in the Allied force, but which did not
happen because they were there, which would have complicated the whole
Russian problem and affected seriously the future peace of the world.
MY LITTLE
STORY During World War I I was caught up in the
excitement of the war and I developed a desire to enlist in the service
and get into the action. I was too young to enlist even though I tried.
One day, when I was about 15 years of age in 1917, I presented myself to
the Naval Recruiting Officer and applied for enlistment. I
fibbed about my age and they didn't require any proof of age so I was
accepted for service in the Navy. I guess they were pretty hard pressed
for men. I was issued a transportation request and some money for food
and lodging and was put on a train for Chicago. I arrived in Chicago
real pleased with myself for my deception and thought I was on my way to
the Navy. The very next day I was sent to a Doctor for a final physical
examination. He looked me over and told me that I was a bit immature for
a lad of l8 and said that I had better return home and wait until I was
old enough to enlist, whereupon I was issued a train ticket and sent
back to Lansing a very disappointed young man. Failing to get into the service, I decided to
enroll for a course in telephony with the Western Electric Company. They
sent me to Pittsburg, Pennsylvania where I attended a six months course
and learned the art of terminals in a telephone office as well as
installation of telephones in homes, so the winter of 1918 was spent in
Pittsburg. Upon the conclusion of the course I returned to Lansing,
Michigan and went to work for the Bell Telephone Company, where I worked
for a few months when the workers went out on strike and I was without a
job or source of income. I still had a yen for getting into the service
and asked my parents consent which required them to sign a waiver job or
source of income. I still had a yen for getting into the service and
asked my parents consent which required them to sign a waiver on my age. They, of course, refused. The War was going strong
in Europe and men were needed. The government issued orders that all
males between the ages of 18 and 45 were required to register for the
draft. I had watched the ladies who were registering men for the draft
and it looked like a very easy procedure so decided to go in to the
registration station and tell them that I was 18. I chose a birthday,
May 2, 1900, which would make me old enough. I went in and registered
with no questions asked. I now had a draft card. Later on I decided to
try to enlist in the Army and went to a recruiting station and applied
for enlistment. I again fibbed about my age, using the new birth date
that I had used. The officials asked me for my proof of age and I handed
them my draft card which they accepted as proof of age without question
and I was sworn in as a Private U.S. Army. The draft card did the trick.
At that time I was 16, going on 17. I chose the U .S. Cavalry for service on the
Mexican border and was sent to Columbus, Ohio for boot camp training. I
went through some body building and rigorous training for a short time
and was preparing for small arms and field training and indoctrination.
One morning when our group was in the large recreation hall engaging in
calisthenics, a Major came in and called us all to attention and made
the announcement that there was urgent need for a number of men to be
sent to a theater of operations in Siberia and asked if there were any
men in the group who would be willing to transfer to the Infantry and go
to Siberia. I had little idea where Siberia was but I knew it was a long
ways away and that there was still someplace where fighting was going
on. With little thought of the ultimate consequences, I stepped forward
and volunteered. I wanted to get where the action was. A few other
fellows, perhaps 20, joined the group. We were processed for departure and in a couple of
days were put on a train enroute to San Francisco. Upon arriving there
we were put aboard a ferry boat, the General McDowell (see pictures),
and were taken to Fort McDowell on Angel Island in San Francisco Bay. We
remained there for a short time and then boarded the U.S. Army Transport
THOMAS (see picture) for the journey to Siberia, I have no record of the
exact date of departure. We stopped in the Hawaiian Islands to replenish
the ship's fuel which took two or three days. A lovely lady, Mrs. Oggs,
came down to the ship and got permission from the commanding officer to
invite a few fellows to be her guests at her lovely home on Mt.
Tantaless. Out of all the troops there she picked only four of us and I
was one of the lucky ones. She took us to her home and served us a
lovely dinner after which she took us on a tour of the area in her Model
T Ford. (See pictures). From there we took the Northern Circle route to
Vladivostok, Siberia. This was a lot of excitement for a kid my age and
I enjoyed it all.
I was assigned to Headquarters Company, 3lst U.S.
Infantry, the main body of which was stationed just outside the city. We
were marched from the ship to an old stone barracks (See picture) a few
miles from town. The building had no water or sewage facilities. All
water had to be hauled in, in small tank carts pulled by mules. (See
pictures) The building was cold and damp. The only heat came from a few
fire places built into the walls of the building. They did not heat it
but they did provide a place for us to huddle around and get a little
relief from the cold. The Army somehow provided us with some coal,
probably robbed from one of the ships. There were some old iron frames in the building
which we converted into bunks. I remember that when I arrived tired and
pooped at the end of a long journey, I was handed a pair of pliers and a
mattress cover and was told to go outside and get some wire off some
bales of straw and to fashion me a bed by stretching the wires across
the iron frames to form a support for my mattress, which consisted of
the mattress cover filled with straw. There were no latrines in the
barracks so we dug open air ones outside. They sure were some fancy
tenholers; enclosed around the sides with canvas strips, "but without
roofs. It was quite an experience to use them in frigid and inclement
weather. Some Chinese coolies came around once a week and collected the
accumulation and trotted away with it in cans attached to the ends of a
pole which they carried over their shoulder. They undoubtedly were using
it for fertilizer. We, of course, had no way of bathing in the
barracks, so about every week or ten days we were marched down to an
area where makeshift showers were operated. Upon arrival at the showers
we were obliged to strip down and turn our clothing over to the German
prisoner attendants who put them through a hot steam delousing machine.
When the clothing was returned to us, it was, of course, shrunken and
terribly wrinkled. On entering the makeshift shower the German prisoners
operating them smeared our bodies with a slimy, yellow soap mixed with
kerosene which was supposed to control lice. The showers consisted of
barrels with an opening in the bottom. The prisoners poured tepid water
into the barrels and let it drizzle down over us. Water was very scarce,
so we usually emerged pretty slimy and sticky. Most of us soon arranged
to get a bath elsewhere, usually some generous Peruski ladies with whom
we made friends. We also learned to hide a good uniform under our
bed sacks and prevent them going through the delouser. We wanted to look
sharp when we went to town. I had no training in the use of weapons
before arrival in Siberia, nonetheless I was issued a 30.06 Springfield
rifle completely covered with cosmolene and a bayonet, one belt of
ammunition plus two extra bandoleers of ammunition and four hand
grenades. I was placed on the guard roster and assigned to guard duty
before I had fired my weapon or tossed a grenade. I felt a little
overwhelmed by all of this, however, I did have an opportunity to learn
my weapon, toss grenades and engage in bayonet practice between guard
assignments. I also learned how to march properly and stand tall. I
shall always be grateful to Corporal Joyner, our drill master, for
kicking me in the rump when I had a tendency to slump or bend my knees.
He really made me shape up. Not long after I arrived in Siberia I was assigned
to guard duty in the railroad yards of Vladivostok--and this incident
needs telling. I was assigned to a post along the railroad tracks
guarding a long warehouse where supplies were being brought in from the
ships. The railroad was right next to the shoreline of Golden Horn Bay,
the source of all of our supplies. (See picture) There was a trainload
of supplies on the track waiting to be unloaded. Due to the extreme
poverty of the civilian population they raided the supply trains
regularly and carried off anything that was loose. I was one of several
guards posted at intervals along the railroad, and at stated intervals
each one of us was required to call in, “All’s well on Post #3" and this
would be picked up and repeated up the chain to the Sergeant of the
Guard. I was farthest away from the Guard House and was instructed that
I was to let no one cross my post; that I was to halt them, first in
English, next in Russian and then in Japanese and notify the Sergeant of
the Guard. The night was cold and the moon was shining brightly and I
felt quite alone out there. I was just a kid and was unfamiliar with my
weapon and frankly, I felt very inadequate to my responsibilities. It
was about two o'clock in the morning and very quiet. Suddenly I heard
the sound of marching feet in the distance approaching me from beyond
the warehouse area. The marching became louder and louder and soon there
came into view a large body of troops, all marching toward me with
bayonets fixed to their rifles glinting in the moonlight. Here they came
marching relentlessly towards me and I was under orders to allow no one
to cross my post. I concluded that one little inexperienced guy like me
had no business tangling with these people. There were two battalions of
them, about 800 officers and men. I decided that prudence dictated that I not try to
halt them. I didn't want to be a dead hero so self preservation told me
to get out of sight. I spotted a large packing case stacked against the
warehouse and quickly got inside. I watched them march by; they were
Japanese troops, and as soon as they were gone I resumed walking my
post. I waited until reporting time and then called in, in a loud voice,
“All's well on Post #3 I”. I am not proud of my actions, but it seems in
retrospect that I used good judgment. No harm came of the incident and
no one ever questioned me about it. While in Siberia I had the opportunity to travel as
a Red Cross Guard from Vladivostok to Verkhneudinsk, near Lake Baikal
via the Trans-Siberian Railroad, about 1000 miles inland. Part of the
27th Infantry was stationed there. Another incident which affected my entire future
happened during the winter of 1919--1920. An arsenal containing arms and
ammunition was located a short distance from our barracks. The arsenal
was in a deep excavation surrounded by steep banks on all sides. It was
a vital installation. I was detailed on guard duty to patrol the
perimeter around the top of the depression containing the arsenal so
that as I patrolled the area I could observe all sides of the arsenal.
As I was walking my post I became aware of the fact that someone was
down in the area of the arsenal. I called out to them and demanded that
they come up. As a response, they began chucking rocks at me. I didn’t
know how many individuals were involved. I heard someone crawling up the
bank and I went to that point with my rifle at the ready. All at once a
head appeared above the bank and I feared that I was under attack. On
the spur of the moment I swung my rifle in the direction of the person
emerging. He was below me and fortunately my rifle connected with the
object; apparently I had hit him on the head. He gave a cry and rolled
down the bank. The blow with the rifle caused the rifle stock to break
in two. I called the Sergeant of the Guard and reported the problem. We
searched the area with flashlights and no trace of the person was found.
We decided that whoever it was had left the area. My rifle was replaced
and I continued my guard tour and was relieved at the proper time. The next morning after daylight the sentry then on
duty discovered the body of a Chinaman near the arsenal. He had either
died of his injuries or had frozen to death. A full investigation of the
affair was made. I was worried about the possible results when I was
being questioned. I thought, of course, that I was somehow in a great
deal of trouble because of the action I had taken. There were several
Russian officials from Vladivostok at the hearing. Instead of being
censured I was, to my surprise, commended for my action. I was rewarded
by a promotion from Private to Private lst Class and was given an
assignment to duty at Regimental Headquarters in the offices of Colonel
Fred w. Bugbee. This was really the beginning of my career in military
administration. Christmas in Siberia in 1919 was pretty much a
non-Christmas. Rations were scarce--it was bitter cold and we were a
long way from home. The YMCA distributed to each of us a can of
chocolates and we each received an orange. I just learned through
reading General Graves book that some lady in California kindly arranged
for a shipment of oranges so that each serviceman could have one for
Christmas. Bless her! The YMCA served us a Christmas breakfast of hot
cakes, a most unusual treat. Few goodies were available but occasionally
I was fortunate enough to get a detail as guard at Red Cross
Headquarters in Vladivostok where the nurses would come up with some
English marmalade and tea and toast. I surely relished it. (See
pictures) Some of the fellows would sometimes get into a happy mood from
bootleg vodka made from potato peelings. There was not a great deal of snow around
Vladivostok; however, it was terribly cold and windy. Often the
temperature was from 30 to 50 degrees below zero. There was much more snow further inland. We were
furnished huge sheepskin coats and beaver hats, gloves, knee length
German wool socks, light snow packs made of soft doeskin and worn over
the socks but inside the heavy shoes. Being young I managed pretty well
to keep reasonably comfortable. In the early spring of 1920 word came down to us
that we were withdrawing from Siberia and going back to the States. This
however, proved to be untrue. We boarded the US Army Transport Crook. Golden Horn
Bay was frozen over and we had to have an ice breaker clear a channel
ahead of us to get us out into the Pacific. Those in charge, of course,
knew our destination, but we, the troops, thought for sure that we were
enroute home. After we had gotten under way it was made known to us that
instead of going to the States we were going to the Philippine Islands
for station. We were a sad lot of fellows. Our ship took us to Ching Wan
Tao, China, a short way from Peking where we stopped a short time. It
was here I picked up the brass plate, bookends and God of Happiness
which I prize highly. We then went to Nagasaki, Japan and then on to
Manila. The weather got warmer and warmer and we were unprepared for the
abrupt change in climate. We had only wool clothing to wear enroute.
Finally we arrived in Manila, P. I. and were placed in a tent camp near
the harbor where we were kept in quarantine for about six weeks. Finally
we were transferred to the Cuartel de Espania in the walled city for
permanent station. I learned the world of military administration
rapidly. I studied diligently and was given opportunity to become
proficient in Army paperwork. I enjoyed what I was doing and was
promoted rapidly. I jumped the rank of Corporal and was promoted to
Sergeant and then to Staff Sergeant. At the end of my first three years
enlistment at the age of 19, I had become Battalion Sergeant Major of
the Third Battalion of the 31st Infantry. In those days that was an
accomplishment because promotion was very slow and I was very young. I
took a lot of time to practice improving my handwriting and I taught
myself how to type rather rapidly with the hunt and peck system. This
proved to be most helpful as I continued my military career.
31st Infantry in Manilla in March 1922
May 5, 1922 First Tour of Duty in the Philippine Islands
During my first tour of duty in the Philippine
Islands after leaving Siberia I had three close friends with whom I
clubbed around. We went to U.S.O. dances and were just good friends
running around exploring Manila and all of its environs. One of the
fellows was a very accomplished pianist so we often gathered at the USO.
He played the piano and we sang and danced. He had spent considerable
time in Hollywood before coming to the Philippines and was quite worldly
wise. We didn’t drink except for an occasional beer but on one
particular night he suggested that we visit Chinatown. While there he
entered one of the shops and bought a small matchbox. I had no knowledge
of the contents of this little box. He got us all together in an out of
the way place and suggested that we try a new experiment. He said that
he could transport us to a new “high”. He had a penpoint, the back of
which he used as a little scoop.
He led off by filling it with white powder
which he then snuffed up each nostril. He then enticed each one of
us to do the same and share the experience. I really didn’t know
what it was all about but was game to going along with the others.
We followed his example and “took a snort” of what must have been
cocaine. The effects were almost immediate. We decided
to do a lot of walking through the area and were really feeling
exhilarated. I am sure that we walked literally miles before the
effects of the drug wore off. It was such a false stimulation.
Finally we all returned to our barracks pretty much exhausted and
went to sleep. The next morning when I awakened I realized that I
had been tampering with drugs of some sort. I felt completely
drained of all energy and I became frightened over the possibility
that I might become addicted. I knew then that this buddy whom we
all admired so much for his talent was likely a dope addict. And I
made up my mind right then and there that I didn’t want to get
involved and resolved that never again would I fool around with or
be enticed by anybody that played around with drugs. I was doing
well in the Army and using dope was an offence for which anyone
could be dishonorably discharged from the service. I really was
shocked into a realization that I had risked my entire future in
this one instance. The four of us continued to club around
together but we were never again tempted. The man who tried to
introduce us to the habit was eventually dishonorably discharged
from the service and sent home. I am grateful for the lesson that this taught
me because later on I had many opportunities to council young people
in my church assignments and prevent them from making a similar
mistake or help them with a problem they had already acquired. The
lesson to be learned here is to never have a first experience.
THE
MASONIC ORDER IN MY LIFE During my boyhood my Uncle Ralph, my father's
brother, stood out as an example to me as an ideal man and one whom
I would like to emulate. He was a fine looking man physically; over six
feet tall and I thought him to be very handsome. He was a success in
business as a chiropractor and later was General Agent on the Pierre
Marquette Railroad System. He was always well dressed and I aspired
to become like him. Uncle Ralph (Aunt Angie's husband) was
affiliated with the Masonic Order and belonged to the Knight
Templars. When they had parades the Knight Templars were always
mounted on black horses with plumaged headgear. The Knights wore a
saber as part of their dress. I made up my mind when yet a kid that
when I grew old enough that I too would become a Mason. Upon arrival in Manila from Siberia I had
little to do to take up my spare time and learned that there was a
Masonic Lodge organized there. Upon making inquiries I was soon
invited to join Far East Lodge #10 of the Free and Accepted Masons.
I was actually not old enough, 21 was the age at which one could
become a Mason, but my military record had not yet been changed to
my real birth date, and it enough, 21 was the age at which one could
become a Mason, but my military record had not yet been changed to
my real birth date, and it indicated that I was. The opportunity of becoming a Mason thrilled me
and I devoted most of my spare time in learning the rituals and
procedures. I was soon appointed secretary of the Lodge and learned
all of the administrative work. I became really engrossed in lodge
work and set about memorizing all the secret rituals. Our lodge met
at least once a week and I was given many opportunities to assist in
putting on the work in all of the different positions. Most of the
lodges in Manila were Spanish speaking and they had difficulty in
putting rituals on in English; so several of us formed a degree team
which took us from lodge to lodge conferring degrees on new
initiates. Because of my quickness of mind and ability with the
ritual, I was very soon appointed junior and then senior deacon in
our lodge. Before returning to the States, I was elected Junior
Warden. After returning to the States in 1927 and again
being assigned to Fort Douglas, I affiliated again with the Masonic
Order in Salt Lake City and attended lodge regularly. I had however,
married a Mormon girl and had been attending Sunday School and
Sacrament Meeting with her. I’d been aware of the fact that in Utah
the Masonic Order would not permit active Mormons to belong to the
Masons. Some of my Masonic brethren learned that I had been
attending L.D.S. services and reported it to the local Masonic
authorities. Upon arriving at lodge one evening I was stopped from
entering and told that the Master of the lodge wanted to see me. He
took me into a room and inquired if I’d indeed been going to L.D.S.
services and I told him that I had, whereupon he told me that
because of this some of the brethren objected to my attending the
lodge any more. I have never returned to a Masonic Lodge again even
though I have held an honorary lifetime membership conferred upon me
by Minerva Lodge #41 in the Philippine Islands. I am grateful for the experience I had in the
Masonic Order because it kept me doing worthwhile things and in a
way, took the place of church activities for me. The lodge has high
moral requirements and I feel this experience prepared me in a large
degree for my later assignments in the Church. Much of the
administrative details were similar in the lodge and the church.
Military Orders
Masonic Lodge White Leather Apron From the Philippine Islands in 1922MARRIED LIFE AND SERVICE CAREER
I really enjoyed my assignment at the Fort and
quickly found favor with the personnel there and made many friends
quickly. Several of us used to go to dances in the town for
entertainment. There always seemed to be plenty of pretty girls
available to date. The most popular place at that time was the
Bluebird where many young people liked to gather. One evening I went
there with some friends and happened place at that time was the
Bluebird where many young people liked to gather. One evening I went
there with some friends and happened to get acquainted with a group
of student nurses from the L.D.S. hospital. It was at this time that
I met Bert ( Bertha Margurite Larsen) and some of her friends. We
hit it off almost immediately. After this I spent many, many
evenings at the L.D.S. Nursing Home and had a lot of fun with the
nursing group of students. They really took me into their friendship
circle and many evenings were spent in the diet kitchen making candy
and goodies. The superintendent of nurses was especially kind to me
and permitted Bert and me to have opportunity to be together a lot.
We were really attracted to each other and were almost immediately
going steady. There was one barrier which was difficult to overcome
and this was that Bert was a very fine L.D.S. girl and I was a
non-Mormon. Bert had been orphaned when she was 12 and the small
inheritance which she received financed her training at the
hospital. The fact that I was not a member made it very
difficult for her because she was truly in love with me. During the
year of our courtship this fact was always troublesome to her. She
did get to go to church while in training and I accompanied her on
many occasions. We attended at the L.D.S. Hospital Chapel at this
time. Bert had four roommates who were very close to her, all
attractive girls. When Bert decided she could not go with me, a
non-member anymore, I would play one of these girls against the
other and would usually show up with one of Bert's roommates as my
date. Whenever she was reluctant to date me there appeared a dozen
red roses at her door. I gradually broke down her good intentions
and would get my date. I put some unusual pressure on her because I
thought so much of her and when I sensed that I was losing ground, I
took unusual measures. She invited me to a formal party at one time
and I didn't have a formal outfit to wear so I devised a scheme
which I thought might solve the problem. I fibbed a little and told
her that I had been ordered to take a group of prisoners to Alcatraz
in California. This, of course, was not true, however: a friend of
mine did go on this assignment. Before he left I wrote several
letters to Bert and had him mail them from San Francisco. When I
"returned" I was warmly received and things started going again. We
talked of marriage because we were both in love but she was adamant
about not marrying out of the church. I was just as sure that I
could persuade her otherwise. There was a place in Farmington, a sort of
Gretna Green, where people could go to get married without any
formality. A train from Salt Lake City used to run out there on
schedule. On November 7, 1924 I persuaded Bert that we should go to
Farmington and get married. It was a cold and snowy night when we boarded
the train and upon arrival at Farmington in the foul weather, we
learned that the judge had gone out of town; so we had no choice but
to re-board the train and return to Salt Lake City, disappointed, of
course, as we were so very much in love. I took Bert back to the
hospital and I returned to Fort Douglas. The following morning I went to the office as
usual. I still had marriage on my mind. About 9 a.m. I called Bert
at the hospital and asked her if she still wanted to get married.
She said, "Yes, if it can be worked out." I said, "you meet me down
at the County Clerk's office in an hour." We met as scheduled and went into the County
Clerk's Office and applied for a marriage license on Nov. 8, 1924,
my mother's birthday. A Mormon Bishop by the name of Graham was the
County Clerk. He discerned that we had no families and had made no
arrangements for marriage so told us that he was a Bishop and could
perform the ceremony right then and there. He called in two
secretaries as witnesses and we were united in marriage. Girls in nurses training were not supposed to
get married so we decided to keep it a secret until after her
graduation in June; but when the vital statistics came out in the
newspaper the following Monday, our marriage was listed and picked
up by the girls at the nursing school. Her breach of the rules was forgiven and she
was permitted to finish training and was graduated in June 1925 as a
full registered nurse. After our marriage we set up housekeeping in a
darling apartment at 606 6th Avenue in Salt Lake City since all knew
of our marriage and there was no need for secrecy. Bert continued
with her training and I with my assignment at Fort Douglas. We were
very happy during these months. After her graduation I thought it would be nice
to take Bert on a special honeymoon and re-applied for assignment to
the Philippine Islands. So, after a happy summer in Salt Lake City,
I at the Fort and Bert working as a nurse for Dr. Feno Shafer (whom
I later learned was my future brother-in-law's uncle), we left for
the Philippines on Sept. 25, 1925. In the interim we were very happy
to learn that Bert was to have a baby. On
arrival in the Philippine Islands we had very nice accommodations
furnished us on top of the wall of the old walled city of
Cuartel-deEspania in Manila where Clyde Jr. was born in the
Sternberg General Hospital in Manila on Nov. 18, 1925. As stated, our house was on top of the wall and
in the courtyard below was an area in which the children used to
play. We thought they were safe in every way here and had no concern
over them until one evening a child came screaming from the play
area exclaiming that a big snake was there. I joined with several
other fathers using clubs and metal bars etc. and we together
dispatched the 20 foot long python which had come out of one of the
recesses of the wall. It was not unusual for a python of this size
to eat a small pig alive, so the children were in real jeopardy.
Clyde Jr. was in the play area along with the others and was close
to and exposed to the snake, so we felt most grateful to have
rescued the children before any mishap occurred. During this time I was very active in the
Masonic Order and spent a great deal of time in their activities.
Bert applied to join the Eastern Star, the women's organization of
the Masons, but I was told that she would be rejected because she
was a Mormon and it would be wise if we would withdraw her
application to avoid embarrassment. This we did, but I continued in
my activity. We were rotated back to the States in the Fall
of 1927. I asked the War Department to return me to Fort Douglas and
they did so. We were happy to return to Salt Lake City where we were
among our friends. We took up residence on Brazier Court which was
just one block from the Fourth Ward chapel where Bert became
affiliated and where I attended with her. The Saints were very
friendly in this Ward and really fellowshipped us, particularly the
Bishop, William F. Perschon, whom I learned to love as a father. On December 24, 1927, I was baptized in the
font in the Salt Lake Tabernacle, much to the joy of my dear wife
and her family. I was confirmed a member of the church on January 1,
1928 and have been active ever since in practically every capacity
available to a Priesthood holder. On October 7, 1929 we were sealed in the Salt
Lake Temple and Clyde, Jr. was sealed to us. Yvonne Sharee was born
on September 4, 1930 and Michael Wayne on August 28, 1938, these two
being born under the covenant.
January 7, 1925 Second Tour of Duty in the Philippine
Islands I returned to the United States in 1923 and was assigned to Fort Douglas. While there I attended lodge in Salt Lake City. In 1925 I again went to Manila and resumed activities with the lodge where I first joined the Masonic Order. In 1926 I was elected Senior Warden and in went to Manila and resumed activities with the lodge where I first joined the Masonic Order. In 1926 I was elected Senior Warden and in 1927 was elected Worshipful Master and became a member of the Grand Lodge of the Philippine Islands. I served in this position for one year; upon the conclusion of which the lodge honored me by awarding me with a beautiful Past Master's Apron and a Past Master's Jewel which consisted of a large gold square and compass set with a lovely diamond. This diamond now is in Helen's engagement ring.
Clyde in 1925
Transmittal of Commission to Second Lieutenant
Clyde E Weeks, Sr.
January 1, 1926 Clyde Jr as a baby with Clyde Sr
February 6, 1926 Clyde in Manila
1926-04-06_Bertha & ClydeSr & Friend visiting in Manila
May 5, 1926
Note from Clyde to Bertha & Clyde Jr.
Fort Douglas When I came to the States from the Philippine
Islands in 1923 I was supposed to have been given my assignment from
the military, but my assignment had not come through so I stayed at
Fort McDowell on Angel Island in San Francisco Bay for 2 or 3 weeks
before my orders finally came from the War Department. They were
sending me to Fort Douglas in Salt Lake City. I was a Battalion Sergeant Major at this time
and they had to find a spot for that rank before assigning me.
Perhaps this assignment was the hand of the Lord in my life. When I got on the train a very tall man, the
conductor on the Pullman approached me and inquired about my
suitcase which was hand made in China. He asked me if it was my case and I told him it
was. He then informed me that he had an identical case in the next
compartment. I was in uniform and rather inconspicuous as many
uniformed men were traveling during this time. He asked me if I had
ever been in Salt Lake City before. I told him that I had not
whereupon he said, "I could make it a lot easier for you to get to
Fort Douglas." He told me he could have a taxicab and driver waiting
for me to take me wherever I wanted to go and besides, he could make
it worth my while too for a little favor. Inasmuch as my suitcase
was just like his, all I would have to do was to take his suitcase
off the train instead of my own. He said I would be met by the
taxicab driver who would take me to an address on Regent Street
where my suitcase would have been delivered previously and we would
exchange suitcases after which the driver would take me on to Fort
Douglas. For this service to him he would give me $20.00. I took him
up on the proposition since I was young and alone and didn't really
know where I was going in Salt Lake City, so when the train arrived
I carried his suitcase off the train and was met by cab and driver
and taken to Regent Street where I went upstairs in a building and
we exchanged suitcases. I was given $20.00 and taken on to the Fort
Douglas. I learned later that Regent Street was the “red
light" district of Salt Lake City. It was only later too, that I
realized that I was no doubt involved in some kind of smuggling deal
as it was during the days of prohibition. Had I been caught I could
have been in a great deal of trouble. It could have jeopardized my
entire military career and my whole life could have been changed.
This was in 1923 when I first came to Fort Douglas. Shortly after I joined the church we were
assigned quarters at Fort Douglas, a brand new home located right in
the mouth of Red Butte Canyon. Sharee was born in the Holy Cross
Hospital after we moved to the Fort. I was permitted to witness her
birth as our doctor was a dear friend, Dr. Morgan Coombs. Clyde Jr.
and Sharee spent their happiest childhood days at Fort Douglas. The
entire Fort became their playground and they had many friends there.
Red Butte Creek ran to the rear of our home and Clyde Jr. spent most
of his spare time along the creek and in the canyon. He often would
bring home rattle snakes which he would capture and skin and make
belts and hat bands out of them. These were the years of the great depression
which began about 1928 with the closing of the banks in January
1930. We were fortunate in not being affected by it. Working for the
government provided steady paychecks and we had a good home while
many people in the city were literally starving. We were able to buy
bread, freshly baked at 2¢ a loaf and had commissary privileges. Our
dollars were worth more on the market place in town too, because
many merchants had sales selling at cost rather than go broke. We continued to go to church at the old Fourth
Ward using streetcar transportation. We made the journey several
times a week to keep up with all of the meetings. Fort Douglas times
were happy times in our life.
Clyde & Bertha Swimming in the Great
Salt Lake
Certificates of Baptism & Ordination
Ordination to the Office of Elder
Sealing Certificate for Clyde & Bertha
Clyde Sr's Scoutmaster Bandalo 4th Ward Salt Lake
Clyde Sr, Bill Burton & LaMont Preece - Sunday School Superintendency
January 1, 1932 Clyde E Weeks in 1932
January 1, 1933 Clyde, Bertha & Sharee in 1933
Clyde Military Photo
Clyde Sr at Fort Douglas
January 1, 1938 Clyde E Weeks ![]()
May 8, 1938 Mother's Day Card from Clyde Sr. to Bertha
August 28, 1938 Bertha Holding MichaelIn late 1937 Bert was pregnant with Michael and the
doctor found a small lump in her breast which he thought was an enlarged
milk duct. He advised nothing be done until after the baby was born.
Michael came on August 28, 1938, also at Holy Cross Hospital with Dr.
Morgan Coombs as obstetrician. Shortly after his birth I was ordered to
summer camp at Fort Lewis, Washington. While we were gone, all army
wives desiring it were given a free physical examination. Bert
participated in this and I was shocked when a telegram came to me at
Fort Lewis informing me that Bert had cancer of the breast and advised
me to return immediately. I drove from Fort Lewis only stopping for gas
and on my arrival home, the surgeons performed a radical mastectomy on
her left breast. Bert healed quickly and it was thought that the cancer
was entirely eliminated and we were told the operation was so successful
that if she could go for two years without any reoccurrence she would be
safe. Shortly after Bert's operation the Regimental Staff
of the 38th Infantry of which I was a member was sent to San Antonio,
Texas to prepare for the transfer of the entire regiment to San Antonio.
I came back to Utah and got my family in August of 1939. In San Antonio we established a home on Pershing
Drive and were soon very busy in the Ward there. I held several
positions of leadership and was involved in the fund raising effort to
build one of the first chapels in that city. Prior to this all they had
was a Mexican Branch. We were really enjoying our stay in San Antonio
and Bert seemed to be perfectly well. After several months we were transferred to
Brownwood, Texas where I was an Adjutant General in the 8th Army Corps.
Almost 2 years had elapsed since Bert's operation. In Brownwood we
rented a nice home and were very happy there. I was very busy with
pre-war preparations as Hitler had already invaded Poland and it looked
as though war were imminent. One day Bert and I were playing miniature golf.
When she stooped over to pick up a ball her hip caught and she was
unable to stand up. The next day I took her to the osteopath and he said
she had a little arthritis and prescribed some treatment which was
ineffective. I decided that it would be wise to take her to the Military
General Hospital. Bert kept the appointment alone. About 2 o'clock in
the afternoon she called me at my desk and told me that the Colonel
would not give her the results of the X-Rays until I could be present.
Bert, being a registered nurse, suspected the worst. I went immediately
to the hospital and they showed me the X-Rays which confirmed Bert,
being a registered nurse, suspected the worst. I went immediately to the
hospital and they showed me the X-Rays which confirmed that cancer had
invaded her pelvic region. The doctor told me that she would likely die
within 3 months. We transferred her to the Army General Hospital at
Hot Springs, Arkansas for treatment. After several weeks in which I made
numerous plane flights to see her, they told me that there was no cure
for her condition and advised me to take her back to her home in Utah. I drove her and the children to Provo in my car and
established them in a comfortable apartment on First East and First
South. I arranged for Dorothy Tuttle, one of Bert's old roommates while
attending nursing school to look after her. Edna and Wilford Larsen took
Sharee and Michael and Clyde, Jr. went to stay with Seth Larsen so that
he could continue his high school studies at Provo High. I had to immediately return to my duties in
Brownwood. It was only a few days later that I received a telegram that
Bert was worse and had been taken to the hospital in Provo. I drove back
again and was with her in the hospital for the last few days of her
life. When all seemed hopeless and we knew she was
enduring terrific pain, her brothers Grant, Seth Wilford and I gave her
a special blessing and asked our Heavenly Father to take her home which
he in His mercy did in a matter of hours on October 19, 1941. During all of this time I was in the military under
special orders so had to meet military deadlines all of the time. Clyde,
Jr. stayed on with Seth and Lilly until he graduated from High School in
May 1942 after which he joined the Marine Corps on February 15, 1943.
October 10, 1938 MY MILITARY CAREER I received my commission in the service initially
on February 10, 1925 at age 22 before I was married. For a time I was
working in a duel capacity, as an enlisted man as Sergeant Major 31st
Infantry and as a reserve officer, Second Lieutenant in the
Quartermaster's Corp. In order to qualify for this, I took many
correspondence courses as well as class work which was available to
servicemen. From the Quartermaster's Corp I transferred to the Adjutant
General's Department and was made a First Lt. Reserve in that
department. Just before Bert died and before World War II I was made
Captain with a permanent commission. Needless to say, she was very proud
of this achievement. After her death, just as soon as it was learned by
the military, I received several offers to important positions in
Washington, one of which was Chief Signal Officer, Washington D.C.
extending me an opportunity to be transferred to that office which was
engaged in organizing the executive control division. I also had a
letter from the Adjutant General of Headquarters Third Army suggesting I
not go to the Signal Office in Washington because he had other plans for
me. He came personally to Brownwood to talk to me and suggested I needed
a change of scenery but said, "Would it not be better to make a change
to a location where you would have more opportunity to increase your
professional advancement." Soon after this a letter came from Washington
to the Third Army asking them to select three outstanding officers with
the rank of Captain or higher to attend Command and General Staff School
at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. These officers had to be "especially well
qualified, possess the required military experience and education to
properly pursue the course, and to have demonstrated especial fitness
for command and staff duty." I was selected, I don't know why with my
educational background, and was ordered to duty as a student at Fort
Leavenworth. The only way I could have qualified was that I was
an outstanding officer and was on duty at Third Army Headquarters as an
Adjutant General. All of the other men selected (a class of 342 men from
allover the country) were highly educated, most of them were graduates
from either the Army or Navy Academy. This was my competition. Poor me
with a 7th grade formal education. However, I made it the hard way
working about 24 hours around the clock. My advantage was that I had a
lot of skills in military administration through my experience. My
greatest handicap was math, but I made some good friends who helped me
get over that hurdle. My competition did ballistics with slide rules,
while I had to work the problems in long hand arithmetic. I graduated with an excellent rating and returned
to San Antonio at the completion of this strenuous three months course
which lasted to the end of March 1942--the first such course taught
after Pearl Harbor. Upon arriving back in San Antonio and the Third Army
for assignment, I was transferred from the Adjutant General Staff
Department to the General Staff Corp and was sent as a member of the
General Staff to England. The Adjutant General Staff is purely
administrative, but the General Staff is like a board of governors of a
corporation. Here is where all the business is transacted for a regiment
and all the information is gathered for the General to make his
decisions. Almost the next day after arriving in San Antonio I
was called to the General's office and told that I had been selected to
go to London to become a part of General Eisenhower’s staff. The General
asked me how soon I could be ready to go and I told him, "At once." The
next day I was on my way to Washington, D.C. I sold all of my household
goods and all I possessed right on the spot in Texas before leaving. The
purchaser was a pharmacist in the service, a First Lieutenant to whom I
had previously rented our house upon Bert's death. Dwight D. Eisenhower I reported to the War Department in Washington D.C.
and was briefed and given my orders and designated as an ambassadorial
currier with a pouch chained and padlocked to my left wrist. This
contained secret war communications which I was to deliver to General
Eisenhower. The key to the pouch was in London from Washington D.C. I
was billeted in a hotel in Baltimore for a couple of days to await
instructions which arrived late in the evening. I was picked up and
whisked down to the wharf of the bay, put aboard an English amphibious
clipper plane called the S. S. Burwick. The plane had been pretty well
stripped and we who were aboard sat on the floor. Very few planes were
flying across the Atlantic at this time. I have a memory of circling
Washington and Baltimore in the middle of the night and then taking off
for Newfoundland where we landed on the water and refueled. After
leaving Newfoundland we were in hostile territory subject to German
surveillance. We seemed to fly from cloud bank to cloud bank until we
landed in the bay at South Hampton, England, again on the water. I have a short snorter
one dollar bill we all signed on this trip. (This bill was given to
Michael) I was assigned to a hotel in Grosvernor Square. At
that time nightly bombing raids from Germany were in progress. My
attitude was that I did not care whether I got hit or not, so I took
none of the precautions of going to bomb shelters, etc. I was heart
broken and wandered about the streets of London on my free time as
though there were no war on. My children were in the States, not without
problems as to their care, and here I was with a new assignment in a
strange city with no friends or acquaintances, working long, grueling
hours, day in and day out. Theaters were closed; no lights were allowed
after dusk; it was a very dreary, dismal, most unhappy time of my life.
Bertha Marguerite Larsen - Clyde's First
Wife Military Promotion
February 2, 1942 Clyde Sr, Michael, Sharee & Clyde Jr
February 2, 1942 ![]() Graduate Diploma for The Command and General Staff
School
A FAITH PROMOTING INCIDENTDuring
World War II, I was an officer in the U.S. Army and was stationed in
London. On one occasion I was ordered to make a trip from London to
New York under military orders. At this time the passage was
hazardous because of enemy submarines. Most ships were sent in
convoy with large cruisers and destroyers as escorts. We made a
convoy of three passenger ships and had some escort. Before
embarking at Belfast, Ireland, word was received from Intelligence
that our convoy might be attacked. All women and children aboard
were removed and our ship, a large ocean going liner which had been
converted to transport use, was permitted to sail in the convoy.
About 900 miles out from New York we ran into trouble. The naval
escort was forced to leave us to respond to enemy action elsewhere,
and we were left alone to continue toward New York. That evening
dinner was served at about 7:00 p.m. as usual and I went to the
dining salon. We were supposed to wear our life jackets at all
times. This particular evening I was busy on some administrative
work in my cabin and when the gong sounded I went in to dinner
without my life jacket. While at dinner alarm was sounded. Our ship
had been sabotaged and set afire from stem to stern in the matter of
moments. The night was dark and we were in heavy seas. I tried to go
back to my stateroom but was blocked by flames. The entire ship was
a holocaust. The life boats were soon aflame too, and all passengers
above deck were huddled in the forcastle. Soon it became apparent
that we had the choice of abandoning ship or burning to death. We
remained aboard as long as possible but soon the decks beneath our
feet were hot and burning fast underneath. Loading nets were put
over the side and we all scrambled down into the water. A few life
boats were saved and a few hatch covers. The night grew steadily
darker and the seas higher. I was then in the water with no life
jacket and I could not swim. I caught hold of a hatch cover and hung
on. At this point I felt that I would likely perish. All of the time I was praying to my Heavenly Father that I might be saved and I promised Him that if He would do this I would seek to do His will the rest of my life. We were in the water for hours and hope was fading. Then we saw the lights of a ship. We did not
know whether it was enemy or our own. It proved to be a U.S.
Destroyer, the USS Brooklyn. We were soon safely aboard and on our
way to New York. I know that my Heavenly Father answered my prayer
and that I have a mission yet to fulfill here on earth and I will
forever try to do what He wants me to do.
Statement of Military Service
July 7, 1944 Clyde Sr, Sarah Maude & George Clarence Weeks
US Army Command & General Staff School in Fort Leavenworth
Kansas-Group G1_December 1944-February 1
May 5, 1947 Clyde & His Cousin "Babs"
November 4, 1947 Citizens Food Committee Letter to Clyde Sr
January 1, 1948 THE HOW, WHEN AND WHERE OF A BEAUTIFUL COURTSHIP AND MARRIAGE
When I returned from the Service I went to stay
temporarily with Clyde Jr. and Helen. I soon made a special visit to
the church offices to see Elder Harold B. Lee who was then a member
of the Twelve. He was my Stake President when I joined the Church
and we had become very good friends, I having visited in his home on
a number of occasions. He had shown a special interest in me through
the years. I went to talk to him about my future. He knew that I was
hard hit by the death of my first wife whom he knew very well. In
our conversation I made it clear to him that I had no intention of
ever marrying again because I did not want to take the chance of
repeating the sad experience such as I had previously undergone. He
was very generous of his time and we visited quite a while. As I was
about to leave he said, "Clyde, I am impressed that I should give
you a special blessing." He gave me a beautiful blessing but
included in it the admonition that I should marry again and would do
so. He told me that there was a special mate out there waiting and
that when I met her I would know her and that I would marry her and
have a beautiful future with her. I doubted this part of the
blessing because I had no intention of ever marrying again. I went
to Provo and found a house that had just been completed and
negotiated for its purchase. Clyde Jr. and Helen lived in a rented
apartment in Orem so I invited them to move into the new home with
me with an arrangement that I would more or less board and room with
them. I lived there but a short time when I was
called into the superintendency of the Sunday School in the
University Ward. Upon searching for employment, I located a position
as Assistant Manager of the Singer Sewing Machine Company. I had no
special qualifications in this field, however, I learned the work
rapidly and it turned out to be a pretty good job. I stayed with
them for 10
½
years. During the first little while in Provo I had a
few dates and socialized a bit, however, nothing serious developed.
There was one association which might have developed to be more
serious. About this time Sharee decided to get married although I
guaranteed her funds to attend BYU if she so desired. She elected to
get married though and so I arranged a very beautiful reception for
her and Keith in the recreation hall of one of the Wards on 8
November, 1948. It was a fancy affair including an orchestra for dancing. This
lady friend stood in as my partner in the reception line and many
assumed that I would likely marry Marian Brandly. However, things
began to happen rather rapidly in my life after that. I met an old friend, Pat Kauffman, who was
attending BYU and who used to teach Sunday School for me when I was
Superintendent in the 4th On the Firday following Thanksgiving in 1948 I
was working in the Singer Shop when a very attractive young woman
entered the store. I was in the rear of the store but I saw her and
was impressed thinking she was a darn cute gal. I seemed that she
had a problem with a hemstitching device and needed same help in
making it operate. The floor girl waiting on her called me for help
and that is when I met Emily. Emily had heard of me through our
mutual friend and all at once it dawned on us that we were the
people that Pat had been trying to arrange a blind date for. We
chatted a bit and got acquainted and I then and there knew that I
must get better acquainted with this girl. I proposed that we go out
that evening to a show and was a bit surprised that she accepted. We
set the time and I told her to be ready because I would be coming in
a taxi as I. had not yet acquired a car. I remember that it was
snowing lightly that evening. We went to the Paramount in the taxi.
I was so impressed and so thrilled with the experience that I didn't
see much of the show; I spent the time admiring my date. We walked home in the snow and Emily invited me
in. We lit the fire which had been laid. This added a great deal of
romance to the affair. We seemed to be mutually smitten with each
other; it seemed like a case of love at first sight. The next day
being Saturday, I borrowed Clyde Jr.'s car and Emily and I went out
to Park Roshee dancing and had a wonderful evening. Before going out
I had a chance to meet the children and fell immediately in love
with all of them. I planned not to have a date on Sunday because I
had a commitment to have dinner with Sharee and Keith in their new
apartment in Orem, the first time I would have seen her new home
after her recent wedding; but the urge became too strong and about
two o'clock in the afternoon I walked over to see Emily and my new
family. We all went to Sacrament Meeting together. Emily was a member of the choir but sat with
the family and me during the opening exercises after which the
Bishop asked all the choir members to take their places in the choir
to help sing the special number prepared by them for the service.
Emily left me with the children but returned immediately after the
singing of the anthem. The Ward members were agog with speculation. I had made arrangements to meet Clyde Jr. to
take me out to Sharee's to keep my dinner appointment after which I
returned to Emily's and called a taxi about 3 a.m. to take me home.
On Monday I went directly to Emily's after work and had supper with
the family. After the children were put to bed, Emily and I visited
until the wee hours of the morning before another great fire. The
setting was ideal and I was impressed to ask her to marry me. She
pointed out all the heavy responsibilities that would go with such a
marriage, however, after a great deal of discussion and no doubt,
inspiration she accepted my proposal. Emily's mother and father were
living in her downstairs apartment and we went down to break the
news to them. They were in bed, of course, and mother was
embarrassed because she had her teeth out and her night cap on. She
thought we had gone berserk making so important a decision in so
short a time--four days. However, mother and dad knew that we had
made a firm decision and gave us their blessing. The very next day
Emily made appointments with her Bishop, my Bishop and with Hugh B.
Brown who later became a member of the Twelve. I was thoroughly
interrogated concerning church activities, tithing and my ability to
take care of the family. Each in turn gave their approval, perhaps
some with tongue in cheek. We did not delay our marriage because about 3
weeks later we were married for time and eternity by Elder Harold B.
Lee on 22 December 1948 (Karen's birthday). As we left the Sal t
Lake Temple all the Christmas bells in the city were ringing and
there was a slight snowfall. It was a very special occasion; it
seemed as though it was done especially for us. Grandma took me aside one day and told me she
didn’t think we should have any children. Of course, this advice
went on deaf ears. One of the greatest joys of our life in the
person of Jerri Susan came as the result of my ignoring my
mother-in-law's advice; Jerri being Emily and my child which
cemented our marriage and our family. She was born on January 2,
1950, just a year and 11 days after our marriage. Clyde Sr & Clyde Jr in 1948
June 6, 1948 County Commissioner Filing Article Melody, Clyde Jr, Sharee, Michael & Clyde Sr
Sacrament Meeting Talk Given July 18, 1948
Clyde Jr., Melody, Clyde Sr. & George Clarence Weeks
Clyde Sr., Michael, Sarah Maude, Clyde Jr., Melody & George
Clarence
Clyde Sr., Sarah Maude, Clyde Jr., MelodyLetter Exchange between Clyde Sr, Eugene Stoddard and Emily
regarding the children
June 6, 1949 Announcement to run for Mayor of Provo
June 4, 1951 Ordination Certificate to the Office of High Priest
September 15, 1953 Michael Weeks
January 1, 1954
Clyde & His Grandchildren
July 3, 1954
Clyde E Weeks, Sr.
September 22, 1955 Letter from Paris
May 28, 1958 Various Callings
Certificate of Bishop
July 7, 1958 Clyde &
Emily in Miami
July 7, 1958 Clyde Sr, Emily & Jerri Susan in 1958
November 8, 1962 Acknowledgement of Outstanding Service to Brigham Young
University
Clyde E Weeks, Sr - 1963
May 25, 1964
April 3, 1965
Clyde & Emily
Counselor in the Stake Presidency
May 28, 1969 Bishop Certificate
January 1, 1970 Clyde Everett Weeks, Sr
March 3, 1970 BR Michael, Clyde Jr., Sharee, Jerri Susan, Martin & Glen,
FR Karen, Emily, Clyde Sr & Myrna
April 4, 1970
Clyde
Jr, Michael, Clyde Sr, Martin & Glen
April 4, 1970 Clyde Everett Weeks Sr. Resume
May 5, 1970 Clyde E Weeks Sr
June 19, 1970 Glen & Diane's Wedding Reception
October 15, 1971 Retirement Letter to Dallin H. Oaks
October 27, 1971 Acceptance of Retirement from President Oaks
March 3, 1972 Clyde & Emily in Taiwan
November 20, 1972 Mission Call to Serve in England North Mission
June 8, 1973 Clyde & Emily in Cambridge England in 1973
June 5, 1975 Clyde E Weeks, Sr.
June 6, 1977 Clyde Sr, Clyde Jr, Skip (Clyde III), and Adam in 1977
June 7, 1977 Clyde & Emily in 1977
June 17, 1979 Father's Day Tribute to Clyde Sr from Clyde Jr
September 8, 1979 Clyde E Weeks - Funeral Program
October 10, 2000 My Last Millennium by Clyde E Weeks, Jr - To His Parents
May 24, 2007 Military Service Certification
June 22, 2007 Freedom of Information Request
January 3, 2021 Clyde's Handwriting
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