Church Custodian

Years ago each chapel had a paid custodian. When I was very young my Dad (Ralph) was custodian of a building in Midvale, Utah. On occasion Kelvin and I (and I assume Mom, (Norma) although I don't remember) would go with him. In those days we had Jr. Sunday School and the Sacrament was passed in that meeting. On occasion the Priesthood boys would neglect to clean up. I remember being happy to do the cleanup because I could eat the leftover bread. Sometimes we would help to clean the wooden benches in the Chapel. This included using toothpicks to clean out the dust and dirt embedded in the corners. This job wasn't quite as fun. My favorite thing to do was ride the buffer. After Dad would wax the floors, he would let one of us kids sit on top of the buffer machine while he used it. He said it put a better shine on the floor.

One day we were going home from cleaning and as we turned south onto State Street the passenger door swung wide open. Kelvin was holding on the door and he went right out with it. I have no idea how Dad managed, but he reached across me and pulled him back in. I was pretty scared that day.