Ronald Soren |
Born: May 26, 1915 in Spanish Fork, Utah
Died: August 26, 1995 in Spanish Fork, Utah
Parents: Charles Cannon and Mary Margaret Peterson Creer
Married: Beth Rose on March 24, 1936
Children: Ronald Deloy, Vera Beth, Charles Albert, Joyce Ann, Richard Lynn, Douglas Ray, Curtis Duane, Shawna Lee, Craig Rose
Relationship to Me: Great Grandfather (Creer Branch)
Ronald Soren (left) and brother Harold Mark |
Ronald Soren and nephew Ledru |
When Bonnie was 11 years old Mary Margaret died of heart failure and the task of raising him was left to his father, Charles. By this time all of the Creer sisters had married and moved away, and although they all had offered to raise Bonnie, Charles insisted. Eventually his older brother Harold came back home to help with the family farm. The great depression was in full swing, and Charles' health made farming a challenge.
Ronald Soren and children, Joyce Ann and Ronald Deloy |
Ronald Soren with brother in law Stewart Mason |
Like his father and grandfather, Bonnie made his living primarily from farming and ran his own farm for a number of years. He also drove truck for Premium Oil for a time, in order to supplement his income.
Ronald Soren and Beth |
L-R Harold, Clara, Ann, and Ronald Soren In the background is one of the great mirrors hanging in Harold and Laura's house |
Now comes the fun part. I was lucky enough to have known my great grandfather, and was born when a few of his siblings were still alive. Aunt Cal (Clara), Aunt Ann (Elizabeth) and Uncle Harold were all still alive when I was growing up, although I can only recall ever meeting Uncle Harold and his wife Laura. I visited their home a few times, the home that my great-great-grandfather built, and I remember playing under the huge pine trees in the yard with my cousins. I went inside once, and in the front room was a great mirror hanging on the wall. Aunt Laura told me very cryptically that if I looked into the mirror I could see my family's future as well as its past. As I child I took this to mean that the mirror was magic, like in a storybook, but now that I'm older I understand that she was talking about the history of the house and its aged inhabitants being viewed in the same mirror as the family's youngest generation. I still hold a spark of hope that the mirror was magic, though. Aunt Ann and Aunt Cal I never met, but the family always boasted many creative skills that they possessed, such as china painting. I always wanted to go to their house so that they could teach me how to paint china, but this never came to pass.
Me, with my great grandpa |