Walter David Kenison

Today would have been my father's 90th birthday. He was killed in a farm accident when he was 45; so the years since his birth in primitive Talmage, Utah have been split on both sides of the veil. I have often missed him through the years, wishing I could have known him better, wishing he could have taught me and helped me and guided me. I look forward to that opportunity to get reacquainted some day in the future.

Here are a few of my favorite photos of my Dad. The first was taken as he left on his honeymoon in October 1952:


This shows him in a particularly "manly" outfit. I love the message it conveys, of a man willing to help in the house:


This, however, is a more familiar appearance — hard at work.


This is a great profile shot, with my Mom and two older sisters:


Probably the only "formal" portrait we have:


Finally, the newspaper articles about his death:


He is buried in Payson; I try to go there when I can.