In the process of writing what I remember about John, I came to realize just how much John is still a part of me. My interests, the music he introduced me to, the games, and so many experiences.

John's interest when I first met him were radio control cars, playing games, sitting in restaurants sipping coffee and talking. John was kind, friendly, smart (extremely), determined, and whatever he did--he did well.

I remember playing "Go" -- a Chinese tile game. I remember being in Kathryn's basement apartment and feeling lucky if I won 2 out of 5 games. When John started winning 9 out of 10 games or 10 of 10, I quit!! He always gave a snicker when he had figured out the next 10 moves and he could see he was going to win.

I remember staying up late playing scrabble with John and Kathryn. I'm sure that John held the record for the most points for the shortest word and the most points for the longest word. The dictionary was the most used book in the house because we were always challenging John on the words that he knew!!

Trying to beat John at any game was a challenge. When you heard the snicker, you knew you were dead. John taught me how to play Hearts. John would let you try to shoot the moon and you would get the queen and all the hearts but one.

I remember when Kathryn gave John the quilt for his bed. (anything to straighten up his room). He was really proud of the quilt.

Another thing I remember about John is that people were important to him. I was always impressed at how he played, talked to, teased, and told stories to his nephews and nieces. It was always common to see John sitting in his chair and Shaffer and David sitting on the arms of the chair talking to John or John showing them some amazing trick.

Puzzles fascinated John. I remember his puzzle ring. We had many conversations about it. John gave me one because of my interest in them. John gave more than things, he gave of himself and many memories to go with.

John always had a project to work on. John, no matter the project, followed their patterns first and then he created his own. It started out first on candles, then plastic, then leather, then woodwork. He created braided bracelets out of leather, creative candles, inlaid wood pictures, vases with rings around the necks that were too small to fit over the top so it turned out to be a puzzle also. There were plastic clipboards, and the list goes on and on.

When John, Kathryn, Mel and I met Julia in St. George, he and I had some time together. He started asking questions about the Church. In the usual style, he studied it, asked questions, and then became active in it.

One day I was getting ready to go back to BYU and he reached in his pocket and took out a $20 bill and gave it to me. He remarked that he had had two sisters in college before and knew that I could probably use it. John was always thoughtful and generous with all that he had.

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To Jan

Following is a letter written about Jan by John. (It was read at her wedding shower Feb. 29, 1977.)

I became acquainted with Jan, (nee Cardwell) soon to be Horton, a sixteenth of a century ago at a time in her life when she was faced with some very vexing problems. e.g. "What size bra do I wear?" "Was I breast fed?" and "Should I continue at the University of Utah or neglect my education and go to BYU?"

Deciding on the latter, it became necessary for her to engage in various and sundry occupations in order to acquire the appropriate amount of the local specie needed to be matriculated at the aforementioned institute of higher education. These occupational pursuits led to a lachrymose summer as a camp counselor, and autumnal season at Jackson Hole where she literally tried to fracture a patella to return to her domicile. She became a polisher of condiments, heeded a calling to the Church offices for over a tenth of a decade, and dispersed receipts to persons wishing to witness a cinematic contraption of Thomas Edison.