2002 Reunion Memory Wall

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Glenn and Wanda

Shortly after I was born, Uncle Glenn took one look at me and exclaimed, “Now isn’t that the cutest monkey face!”  For years, we shared monkey memorabilia with each other on special occasions.
Aunt Beth taught me many things about proper etiquette.   I remember sumptuous traditional turkey dinners for Thanksgiving served on their elegantly set dining room table with linens, china, and hobnail water goblets.
Both Aunt Beth and Uncle Glenn taught me many things about the Gospel and helped my young testimony grow.  Uncle Glenn served in many Church positions and was my Stake President during my childhood.  Aunt Beth was my teacher in Primary.  I especially remember the May Day celebrations we had on the Berkeley Ward church lawn and going to her house with my class to learn to cook wheat kernel cereal.
When I was fourteen I went to Grandma Boyack’s funeral with Aunt Beth and Daddy.  We spent the night in a motel along the way.  Aunt Beth prepared a delicious dinner in the kitchenette of in our motel room.  I was impressed Aunt Beth took the time and effort to make a nice meal and set the table.  I remember her comment, which made a strong impression on me.  She said, “I always try to make things as nice as I can.”
Susan Boyack Dahl

Uncle Glenn sealed Jerry and I June 30, '66 in the Oakland Temple and Aunt Beth did a lovely wedding luncheon at their Berkley home after. Beverly Moffitt
The movie…it has to be the movie. That along with Grandma’s genealogical stories helped instill a sense of family. A connection with those who had gone before and brought us to this place. Beth Thomas
Some of my first reunion memories involved going to Aunt Beth’s room and viewing pictures and hearing her talk of each one. It really helped my learn more about this wonderful family. Mary Boyack

I remember Uncle Glenn filling empty film canisters with candy corn and clipping them slyly into the eager paws of great-nieces and nephews. Jerie Sandholtz

I first met Uncle Glenn when he came to our wedding at the Oakland Temple. Afterwards, we went to Walnut Creek for our wedding breakfast. Someone made a comment to Glenn about being left-handed. He looked up, flashed a big grin, held up his left hand in a fist, shook it, and firmly stated "southpaw!" Bob Jacobs

Whilst everyone remember Glenn as "The original Outlaw" and him having everyone sit for movies at each of the reunions, I remember Grandpa for the big blue Lincoln and his office in San Fransico that was on Market Street (what an awesome view). I also remember Grandpa for his love of music, always listening to something in their room off the entryway. Lastly, although I always thought Grandpa was wearing a hearing aide, he was actually listening to a Giants baseball game… and so was borne my love of baseball. Grandma always had her hair braided or was in the middle of being braided whilst I was playing in the little back corner of the room off the kitchen and dinning room. When we were done playing there always seemed to be a jar of baby food with M&M’s in it. John Knecht

Uncle Glenn, the original "outlaw" and Aunt Wanda kept the spirit of the Boyack reunion going. With Uncle Glenn’s new fangled and very fancy home movie camera to record everything from the start, he energetically created an irreplaceable continuity for the reunion experience and also for the families who took part. Whenever the reunion was close enough to Spanish Fork Aunt Wanda organized and was the tour guide for a visit to the sites important in the "George and Jane" origins. It was fascinating for me to learn of what seemed to be an ancient world—and to realize, in the mental fog of youth, that it was actually my origin too. Jim B.

One of my earliest memories of Aunt Beth and Uncle Glenn were the wonderful Christmas packages they would send. I especially remember when I was about eight, Aunt Beth sent a copy of "Georgianna of the Rainbows" with a lovely note to me written on the inside cover. Even more memorable was the beautiful crystal pendant she enclosed for me to make my own rainbows. I had never seen such a beautiful thing. I think this was the first book of my very own.

It was on a bed in one of the Harmon bedrooms in their beautiful Cragmont Ave. home in Berkeley, surrounded by all the other girl cousins, that I announced my engagement to Sandy with Uncle Glenn busy manning his movie camera. We were there for a reunion in connection with Uncle Clif receiving his PhD. from Cal. Berkeley and I had just flown in from Chicago and that momentous event of my life.

When we moved to the bay area in 1957 with our two little ones, Aunt Beth and Uncle Glenn became like grandparents to Wayne and Signe and continued so through our additional four. I remember the little film cans filled with candy corns she gave each one of them whenever we visited.

Incidentally, we still hang the musical bell which they sent to Sandy and me our first Christmas together.

I remember wonderful conversations with Uncle Glenn and the respect I had for his wisdom, his understanding of gospel principles, and his quiet droll humor. I remember him receiving a rocking chair at the ground breaking of the Oakland Temple.

I remember Sandy and I included as immediate family for Aunt Beth’s 75th birthday anniversary celebration at Omar Khayam’s in San Francisco. George Mardihiam, the famous owner, greeted Uncle Glenn warmly and by first name and presented each of us with an autographed copy of his autobiography.

So many more wonderful memories fill me with love and gratitude for this noble lady and the first and king of the outlaws! LaMyrl Sandholtz

George and Ethel

In the summer of 1959, shortly after I had returned from New Zealand to continue my college education at Brigham Young University, I went to the Boyack reunion with Uncle George and Aunt Ethel.  Vicki and I sat in the back seat enjoying each other and the treats that Aunt Ethel had provided.  Those Pay Day candy bars kept us happy for miles!
Uncle George brought sparklers for all the cousins to the reunions.  I remember standing out on Uncle Dean’s hillside backyard, swirling sparklers in the night air.   I remember when they had a special dinner in their backyard as part one of the Salt Lake reunions.
Then later in the summer of 1961, after I returned from Europe with my family, I stayed with Aunt Ethel and Uncle George until Sheldon and I were married October 27, 1961.  This was my first year of teaching and I appreciated Aunt Ethel’s ever-available enthusiasm and support.  Aunt Ethel herself was a great teacher and she provided me with great tips on how to teach effectively.   I remember bursting through the door after several weeks of teaching, waving my first check and exclaiming, “Aunt Ethel”, they’re paying me to do this!”
Susan Boyack Dahl

I’m not sure of the year—perhaps 62—Uncle George had sparklers he handed out to all the kids. They were long ones—almost 3 feet! After the banquet and once it was dark, we waved them around—and I was sold on reunions! Beth

When I was a little girl, I had a friend named Paula. Paula would invite me often to go up to Holladay to visit her Grandma Ethel. We’d go up to swim in her pool and hang out with Grandma Ethel in her condo. I remember feeling completely at ease with Grandma Ethel. She seemed so young and hip to me. Sometimes we'd go out to eat; other times go with Grandma Ethel to visit one of her friends in the condominium complex. I had a great fondness for Grandma Ethel and felt warm and accepted in her presence. I remember thinking how cool it was that Paula had a grandma who treated her like a friend. Little did I know that I would grow up to marry Paula’s second cousin and that Ethel would become my children’s great, great aunt! Carrie Sandholtz

I remember as a small child attending some kind of big barbecue in George and Ethel’s backyard. I couldn’t believe that someone could feed that many people! I also remember that Aunt Ethel always looked like she stepped out of a magazine—an elegant lady. Jerie Sandholtz

I remember playing the marching game—dancing around the coffee table while "Grandma Great" played "the marching song’ and then we would freeze when the music stopped. Gary Sabin II

How many times did I stay with them during my BYU and teaching years. Such welcoming and gracious hosts. Beverly

One of the greatest blessings of my years at BYU and teaching in Salt Lake City was getting acquainted with George and Ethel and family. They were wonderful to me. I admired Uncle George’s community activities and service through the Lion’s Club. Aunt Ethel was a mentor teacher; so loving and creative in her work with her students.

Both George and Ethel were examples of the social graces; a wonderful host and hostess smoothly relating in any group. I always thought George defined the word "suave" and Ethel, the work "gracious."

Two highlights of my life took place in their homes. They hosted an open house for Salt Lake City family, friends and even my high school students the night before Sandy and I were married. Aunt Ethel was with us in the Temple.

Then, my 40th birthday "happened" in their backyard with the clan gathered for a Salt Lake City reunion. I was presented a straw hat and as the big group sang "Happy Birthday," I suddenly felt my first sensation of "growing older." It was a genuine shock. That reunion included premier seats for the Pioneer Day parade as we cheered from the balcony of the Newhouse Hotel.

Uncle George was the "sparkler man" for many reunions. LaMyrl

P.S. I just remembered another unique experience. When I was teaching at South High School Jeanette’s senior year, they had a Dad/Daughter dance. Jeanette took Uncle George and I took Grandpa George and we double dated!

My Grandpa George was one of my best friends. We used to rock on his porch swing for hours and talk about life and discover the magic in stars, the moon, and the constellations in the sky. He would push me on the Big Swing out on the side of his house, and take all of us out for "cream cones" every Sunday afternoon to the Shelgroves down the block from his big, white, cozy house.

He was well known for cap guns, cowboy boots, sparklers, "Days of 42" parades, and backyard BBQ’s. My grandpa taught me the importance of family loyalty and made me feel special and important in his life. He really loved his family…his parents, his brothers, his Ethel, his sister, his daughters and their husbands as if they were his sons, and his grandchildren. He would do anything for them.

I really missed his influence in my life when he passed away. I want to thank all his brothers and sister Wanda, for helping me stay close to him in spirit all these years by sharing their love and memories with me. Debbie Sabin

Merrill and Lydia

I came home from the Minnesota Boyack family reunion in 1959 with Uncle Merrill and Aunt Lydia.  Aunt Lydia asked if I would be willing to be a counselor at the Seattle Stake girls’ camp.   I had never been a camp counselor before, but she convinced me I would do a good job.
Over the years, Uncle Merrill taught me how to speak in a Scottish brogue.  He was very good at it.  We had fun bantering back and forth.
Uncle Merrill said he didn’t like to write a journal, and didn’t have a journal.  But I feel quite privileged that he wrote a whole paragraph in mine – with a bit of Scottish accent!
Susan Boyack Dahl

My Grandpa Merrill passed away when I was only five, but I still can remember his kind smile and loving eyes. I am so thankful to Lydia and Merrill for raising my mom and her siblings to be such wonderful and faithful people. I look forward to the day when I can meet my grandparents and express my gratitude and love for them. Jeanie (Moffitt) Anderson

Uncle Merrill would always dress in the Scottish "dress" and talk with the Scottish brogue and tell such wonderful stories! Mary

Uncle Merrill had a special place in my heart. I was intrigued with his devotion to his Scottish heritage. I can still hear him speaking in his Scottish brogue all dressed in his kilt. I feel privileged that he was the Patriarch that gave me my blessing. While I was a student at BYU, he’d fly down from Seattle for conference. He got special permission to give me my blessing since it was outside his stake boundaries. I cherish the words recorded in my blessing every time I read it. It has been an inspiring guide throughout my life. I thank him for being there for me especially after my own Grandpa George passed away. Debbie Sabin

Our Dad’s sense of humor got him out of lots of tense situations. Mom’s songs helped us on the way to the Berkeley reunion in "53. (original words to old tunes.) She did poems and rhymes for many occasions. Their love and car of Gerry is a guide for all our lives. Beverly

I only remember Merrill out of this wonderful pair and my fondest memory of Uncle Merrill was his Scottish accent that matched his kilt as the best thing around. I always wondered what he had on under his kilt, but I never found out. John Knecht

Merrill and Lydia, WHAT A PAIR! Merrill liked to say that he came to Chicago to bring me west for a "shotgun" wedding to LaMyrl. Not quite true, but it made a good story. He and I did drive west together; he, from a business trip, and I on a trip of eternal consequence.

One can’t think of the MWB family without remembering Geraldean. Our daughter Jerie is named for her. Seeing the MWB’s interacting with "Gerry" was a deep, deep lesson in loving and caring. Sandy Sandholtz

My Grandpa Merrill always smelled like Old Spice. We both loved poetry and I would snuggle up to him while we read or recited poems to each other. With my cheek on his chest I could hear the whirring whoosh of his pacemaker. I had a profound respect for that piece of medical machinery that let me enjoy my Grandpa. Jerie

We arrived in Seattle after a trek in the VW bus. We’d encountered a bear in Yellowstone, but had finally made it to Seattle and my Uncle Merrills. He was the uncle who traveled. He showed up at weddings and farewells and other important events in our lives, and we weren’t even his grandkids! Beth

Ray and Kate

Aunt Kate was an excellent elementary school teacher.   When Sheldon and I got married I wanted to make sure that my fourth grade class at Madison School would be in expert hands, so I asked Aunt Kate to substitute for me.
Uncle Ray was concerned our financial security.  As newly weds we didn’t yet know much about investing.   Uncle Ray introduced us to the “Hamilton Fund,” which we invested in and had for years.
I appreciate the example of devotion to family that Uncle Ray and Aunt Kate demonstrated.  When they went to New Zealand they took special care to get pictures of the Church College of New Zealand to bring back to us.  Susan Boyack Dahl

Uncle Ray’s garden and Aunt Kate’s jam. My great Uncle Ray amazed me by knowing my children. Not many great, great uncles know the names of their nephews and nieces—Uncle Ray always greeted my boys by name! Beth

I have vivid memories of "camping" in Uncle Ray and Aunt Kate’s backyard when my family traveled through Salt Lake City. We threw sleeping bags on the back lawn and went to sleep surrounded by the smell of growing things from Ray’s garden. I remember waking at the first light to see Uncle Ray moving through the garden, picking raspberries, I think. We all trooped into Aunt Kate’s little kitchen for breakfast before we climbed back into the station wagon. Jerie

Uncle Ray’s twinkly eyes and dimpled grin always warmed my heart. I loved and got a bang out of Aunt Kate’s direct, tell-it-like-it-is comments. The classic in our family goes like this:

When I was expecting 33 child and Bev was still single (and older than I had been when I married and fully expecting to have a family), Aunt Kate said to her "I think it’s so brave of LaMyrl to go ahead and have a family at her age."

I first tasted what we call "pancake enchiladas" at Aunt Kate’s dinner table. That was my introduction to Mexican food, and Sandy’s, when they hosted us at dinner a few days before our marriage.

Shooting baskets with Dave and Wally and picking Ray’s great raspberries were another blessing of my BYU years and teaching in Salt Lake.

Ray and Kate were with us in the Salt Lake Temple for our marriage.

They were such a blessing to my Dad, Merrill, when they served a temple mission at the Seattle Temple and were there for him through his last couple of rough years of deteriorating health.

I think Dad felt especially close to Ray because of their proximity in the family. They were basketball teammates and on stage in several plays together. LaMyrl

The first dinner I had in Utah was on Murphy’s Lane when Kate served us all enchilada sauce—a recipe we’ve used in our family for 50 years now.

Kate’s birthday was the same as our’s (my mother’s and mine—Dec. 9th). Beverly

Grandma always had a jar of raspberry/red current jelly set aside for me to take home to BYU--raspberries from the garden that both she and Grandpa worked so hard in! Jozianne

Uncle Ray and Aunt Kate were always glad to welcome us into their home in Salt Lake City. I remember the beautiful garden there at their place. John Knecht

Grandpa would play the banjo on each of the grandkids’ armpit. He would tickle you as he was pretending to play the banjo. He would be singing and wouldn’t stop until he was finished with the song. It is a great memory of Grandpa.

Also, we would always love when he watered the garden. He would let us wade in the water up and down each row. At the end everyone got to choose a carrot to dig up.

Grandma always had frozen chocolate chip cookies in the lift up freezer. She always made sure that you only had one in your hand at a time. Ryan Boyack

Uncle Ray was my connection to gardening. My favorite visits to his house were late summer when we could play hide and seek through the rows of corn and try out all the delicious veggies from his cozy garden. My visits there became even more important to me after my Grandpa George passed away. Uncle Ray was my connection to all of my fond memories of my own grandpa. I appreciated him letting me be his surrogate granddaughter after that to help fill the huge void I felt as a sixteen year old losing one of her dearest friends. He always took the time to talk with me about George and let me know things would be okay. I loved him for that. Debbie S.

Hal and Dorothy

Uncle Hal and Aunt Dorothy came for a visit to our house when Daddy received his doctorate from the University of California, when we lived in Berkeley.  Aunt Dorothy’s charming Minnesota accent fascinated me.  She was a refined, lovely lady.
Uncle Hal and Aunt Dorothy worked very hard hosting the Boyack family reunion in 1959 at their home in Sauk Centre, Minnesota.  I was the only one from my family that was able to come since the rest of my family was still in New Zealand.  I stayed with Uncle Hal and Aunt Dorothy in their home for the four-day reunion.
Uncle Hal taught us kids how to shoot a Beebe gun.  He set up tin cans on a fence and we had fun trying to shoot them down.  He also gave us the royal tour of his chicken coops that held many chickens. 
Susan Boyack Dahl

During our birthdays, while Grandpa was lighting our candles, he would let the match go too far and burn his fingers. He would always say "see, I burned my finger to boot." Vicki Boyack

I remember every Christmas season getting a tin of yummy shortbread in the mail from Uncle Hal. He always made some and sent it to my Grandma Ethel too. I have always been impressed at how devoted he was to his family and made sure that they came to the reunion every year even though it was always a long way to go! Debbie S.

Every time we used to go see Grandpa Hal he would always tell us, "you’re my pal!" Mandi Boyack

Every time I’ve seen the movies from the 1957 Minnesota Reunion over the years, I’ve kicked myself for having not attended it. It looked so fun and my folks said how great it was and that they felt bad being there without any kids. Beverly

Grandpa Hal would always have to relight the candles at our birthday parties so all of us kids had a chance to blow them out. Sandi Boyack

"When it’s smokin-it’s cooking, when it’s black it’s done!" Uncle Hal—chef par excellence. My Uncle Hal always made it to every reunion. He and his family would come from far away, Minnesota! What a treat to be here in "his neck of the woods!" Beth

Whenever we saw Grandpa, he always brought us M & M’s! Sandi

Uncle Hal had an incredible memory for detail. One of my favorite reunion memories as an adult is finding Hal sitting alone one afternoon and pulling up a chair. I asked him a few questions and he shared a treasure of stories about growing up with his brothers, and his life raising the boys in Minnesota. That hour with him is one of my choice memories. Jerie

My first introduction to Uncle Hal was when he arrived at our home in Seattle in his Merchant Marine uniform. He seemed like such a jolly man; very soft spoken with a unique laugh, a wonderful storyteller. I remember sitting by him as he sang "The Isle of Capri."

I always looked forward to visiting with him at reunions. Early in our marriage Sandy was transferred to St. Paul. Hal and Dorothy invited us to come to Sauk Centre for a weekend, which we did. I was 7 months pregnant with our first child and had never seen myself in a full-length mirror. About the first thing I saw as I stepped into the hall at Hal and Dorothy’s was the image of this rotund, bulging bellied girl. It was I! I couldn’t believe the sight of it.

It was fun to tour the chicken farm and to be spoiled by their TLC and wonderful cooking.

I admired Dorothy for her strong faith and her commitments to her church. She lived and taught righteous principles of love and service.

The terrible irony was that after not quite two years in St. Paul, Sandy took a job in California. The very next reunion was in Minnesota and we couldn’t afford to come back! LaMyrl

I never got to meet Dorothy but I heard quite a bit of her from her mother, Grandma Steines and her sister Florence. I remember the first time I saw her on the "Gathering of the Clan". She really came to life for me. I see much of her in her sons. Dad was always so excited to come or to have us over. (It was only a 50 minute drive for us to Sauk Centre.) He loved taking us to the Lion’s picnic or the Sinclair Lewis Days or whatever was going on in town. He was so very proud of his grandchildren and always let them know it. He would chuckle with pride when they would show him their good report cards. Of course reunion time couldn’t be missed and we loved driving out with him, seeing the sights along the way and then so enjoying each reunion. He was a talented cook and wonderful pie maker. I taught me how to make Boyack shortbread, oyster stew and scalloped oysters at Christmas time. We still continue those traditions for Ken and Dick, (they’re the only ones who will eat the oysters.) He’d tell me you could ruin a good pie if you cut the pieces too close to the center (too close to the other cut making them too small.) I totally agreed as his pies were so good.

He was such a good conversationalist. In his unassuming way, he’d be able to strike up a conversation with the next person in line or at the same table with us. He was a storyteller and a humorist and we loved him dearly! Mary

Clif and Grace

For those of you who weren’t lucky enough to listen to a story at the knee of Uncle Clif, well, you’ve missed out on more than just a story. He would have all the kids laughing so hard we couldn’t breath with the adventures of the "Pee Thrillle Ligs" or "Rindacella." Beth

I remember Clif and Grace as a wonderful caring pair that always shared with us. I remember a family get together (81 or 82) that was on the same day as the Holiday Bowl and we snuck out to the car to listen whilst others were inside parting. John K.

I remember Uncle Clif’s twinkly blue eyes, even after his stroke when he couldn’t express himself easily. My mouth still waters when I think of Aunt Grace’s incredible catered affairs. I also loved her laugh. Jerie

"Camp Ceezadero—we love you!" This is the first line of the camp song of the Berkeley Ceezadero Camp where Clif served as Camp Director for many years. One summer he took a flyer "and hired me as Girls’ Camp Director and Al Everett as Boys’ Camp Director." Nepotism? Probably. It was also my opportunity to get to know Clif and Grace and family. I saw those two wonderful people in every possible situation and circumstance. My love and admiration for them was and is deep and lasting. I think, next to my parents, they were my image of a happy marriage and family; a successful, contributing career; and constant faithful service to the Lord.

Clif had a never-ending sense of humor. (A Boyack brothers consistent trait!) His were the "Bowen blue eyes" in their highest degree and never without a twinkle. Those eyes coupled with the quizzical look he could give them and his big smile always made me feel good.

Clif and Grace were living in the bay area and preparing to go to New Zealand when we moved to that area in 1957. We became the beneficiaries of their move as they gave us all kinds of things from garden tools to Grace’s precious African violets with the "violet tree" stand; to the rocking horse which Clif had made for his kids some years before. All of our kids enjoyed that unique steed. Sandy refurbished it and we passed it back to Clif’s family—to Don. We’re still using the tools.

Grace had a wonderful green thumb and always had beautiful houseplants and yard. She was such a fine organist and a wonderful executive type secretary, a position she held in many places in the church. She was a wonderful cook and hostess. I remember her having umpteen sets of dishes to fit any theme for any dinner. I called her for recipes and advice when I was doing important entertaining like Kurt and Carrie’s wedding open house.

I have so many memories of them, times in their homes in the Berkeley area, in San Mateo, and in Davis. Attending the dedication of their San Mateo home was very special. I miss them! LaMyrl

When their family visited us in Seattle, about 1949, Uncle Clif finished a basketball back stop that our dad had left half finished for several months because he ran out of scrap lumber that would go clear across. Clif used the leftovers and had the backstop finished in no time flat and we used it for many years. Beverly

Dean and Ginny

Aunt Ginny has always been supportive of the Boyack clan.   She has kept in touch with our family and her other nieces and nephews.  Uncle Dean used to take the BYU students to lunch, often in the “Skyroom” on campus, when he was in Provo on business.  Since his death, Aunt Ginny has taken students and other family members to lunch.  In April 2000 at the time of Heather’s graduation from BYU, she took about thirty students and others who were in town to lunch at Macaroni Grill.  I was glad to be there and enjoy the gracious hosting of Aunt Ginny.
Aunt Ginny had a birthday dinner party for Uncle Dean and invited all the Boyack family in Northern California to come for this special event.  Though this was at the time of the beginning of the advanced stage of his Parkinson’s disease, Uncle Dean remained cheerful and appreciative. Aunt Ginny was devoted to giving him loving care in their home until he died.
Susan Boyack Dahl

I remember Uncle Dean at the reunions, but also as the last surviving brother. He would "spring" as did Glenn in the past, for lunch in the Skyroom or at the Brick Oven (heaps) Pizza. John K.

I remember one of the first, if not the first, of the underhanded dirty-birds society (the UDBS) at the Seattle Reunion in 1962. There were some rather impractical jokes played on some of the grown ups, (short sheeting of beds, etc.), and for our part on "the Program", we did a take-off on the exploits of Julius Caesar…Veni, Veti, Veci. We might not of conquered much in that brief moment in time (save perhaps our own adolescent fears) but in the ensuing years the UDBS has brought forth much of irresponsibility in its succeeding generations. Doug Boyack

My first memory of Uncle Dean is as a debonair naval officer who visited us during WWII. My dad had a basketball standard, uninstalled, for months. Dean set it up on the visit and that was work like digging postholes--not today’s ready-made kind. On that visit, Dean and I played catch, with a hard ball and gloves. He didn’t realize that I was my dad’s first son and started throwing to me as a girl. Before we finished, he was burning it in and I was proud as all get out that I could handle anything he threw.

I felt the same way about his wonderful "off the wall humor." We "threw" it back and forth in conversation as well as catch, to our mutual enjoyment.

One year Sandy got Rose Bowl tickets from a friend in Seattle to see his alma mater, the University of Washington play. When we talked to Dean, he said he and one of the boys would take us to the Rose Bowl Parade, which they did, to a prime viewing location.

I remember his gathering of the clan cousins for luncheons at BYU, a tradition Sandy and I have tried to continue with MWB.

I remember when I was heading the reunion plans for the last MWB sponsored event at Snow College. His health was starting to slip. We stopped to see him and Ginny in Valencia. He just said "whatever you need in money, I’m here. I’ll back you all the way." Nobody was a more generous or loyal reunion supporter than Dean. Ginny was right with him all the way and has continued the tradition.

What a joyous addition to the family Ginny is! I can’t believe her multi-talents and outstanding professional career. It was such fun to see Uncle Dean so happy!

Most touching, however, was her total commitment to Uncle Dean; her selfless care of Dean as his illness progressed. She literally gave her life, her health to his care.

Sandy and I stopped to see them a few months before our mission and knew then that we were telling Dean goodbye. He left while we were in Australia. LaMyrl

The long walks I would take with Grandpa Dean, with my hand softly in his. He would explain the world around me with creativity that only a 5 year old would understand. Megan Boyack

I have two dominant memories of Dean—

When we were poor students at BYU, Dean would periodically visit the campus. Word would circulate among the Boyacks that all Boyack cousins and outlaws were invited to lunch at the Skyroom. We’d all show up for lunch, and Dean would host us all for lunch. That was impressive to a new family relative of modest means.
At the Boyack family reunions, Dean would always had out cookies from the cookie jar with great energy. Bob Jacobs
Uncle Dean and Aunt Ginney were the first two "Boyacks" I met when I was dating Dick. They had come to visit Dad in Sauk Centre and we were invited over to see them. I remember how they made me feel so at ease right away. We laughed and talked and the hours flew by that afternoon. Of course Dad made us stay for a wonderful supper before we left. I also remember how Uncle Dean would participate in everything with such energy, throwing himself at a line drive in the softball game or dancing up a storm at the square dance. This seems to also be a Boyack trait, as I watched Beverly, Sandy and LaMyrl at this reunion! Wow! Dad and he talked to each other almost every week on the phone so we were able to keep up on things between reunions. Mary

Uncle Dean was amazingly generous and interested in all the second cousins and our spouses and children. He kept track of our educations and careers and always remembered our kids’ names. I remember his tennis challenges in long ago reunions. He seemed to me, when I was a child, an irresistible and dashing older gentleman. Jerie

Grandpa sneaking all of his grandkids ice cream in the middle of the night—even when the parents said "no more." He was an expert at hiding the evidence. Megan

So kind to me when I came to Los Angeles to teach school in 1955. He loaned me $300. To buy a car and would accept no interest on the payments. I babysat the twins and Doug a few times. Beverly

Uncle Dean made everyone feel so important. He knew eveyone’s name, even all the new outlaws and what they did and were good at. Many of us remember fondly our lunch dates with Uncle Dean all together at the Skyroom on BYU campus. We poor students looked forward to that special lunch from Uncle Dean every semester. WE all loved to listen to his great stories from the farm in Delta… And we all loved to eat the cookies that he passed out every reunion to us from Grandma Jane’s cookie jar. Debbie S.

Uncle Dean—he was never too old to join the kids in the pool. He’d swim, throw us around and act just like one of the kids! Beth

Uncle Dean caught by sister and I trying to pick-up on an entire soccer team at the San Diego Reunion. Every time he saw us thereafter he related that incident, and we were amazed by his memory. Deborah T.