Wednesday, September 23, 2026

JJ's Journal: 1981

  From the Personal Journals of My Father

Rex Buckley Jensen 

1981


Sunday, March 29, 1981

Annual School Picture
Monticello, Utah
September 1981
Age 2
Fifth Sunday. Didn't go to any meeting. Jordan and Jody have cough and so I stayed home with them. Had a good sleep. Fixed dinner. Had a good time with family.

Friday, April 17, 1981

Kent Beckstrom of Kaysville [Utah] approached me in the store today about the possibilities of buying the store. Told him that had he been here yesterday, I probably would have let him have it. Had a good talk. Seemed like a nice fellow. The thoughts of selling the store are so tempting in many ways. 

Things have been pretty quiet around the house with the kids all gone. Have really enjoyed having a few quiet moments with Pauline. The moments are never very quiet unless Jordan is asleep however. We have certainly not had a child like Jordan. He never stops getting into things for five minutes.

NOTE: I think my dad either had a poor memory of his previous five children at age two, or he spent a lot more time with me as a toddler than he had them. It was probably some of both! Whatever the case may have been, I probably was not significantly more fidgety than most other toddlers. 

Tuesday, May 12, 1981

Kent Beckstrom and Roger Terry arrived at 11:00 a.m. this morning. I spent several hours with them. Both were high on the store, and seemed to have no qualms about anything. Kent left a $30,000 check with me with the balance of the down to come on July 15th.

Dad and my older brothers in the backyard of
my maternal Grandmother Smith's home in
Centerville, Utah.

Circa 1979
Shortly after they left this afternoon, Pauline, Jordan, Jody and I left for Salt Lake so that I can attend the pre-construction conference to be held at the Federal Building in Salt Lake in the morning.

Jordan was a stinker and did not fall asleep until we were within 10 minutes of Grandma Smiths. It was a long trip. 

Stayed up until 2:00 a.m. telling Grandma Smith of our decision and the events of the past several weeks. She seemed very positive about it. I wish I felt so good.

Thursday, May 14, 1981

Another long trip home with Jordan all over everything, as usual. 

Note: to my knowledge, I never sat in a car seat as a baby or toddler. We were rural folks living in a Intermountain Western State and I doubt many (if any) people in my small town used such safety restraints in the early 1980s. Hence, why I was "all over everything" on a long road trip!

When we got home I went in and laid down on the bed for an hour. Really a tough hour. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that these decisions would be this gut-wrenching. 

I stayed at the store until three in the morning ordering. Tried to get everything we will need for our storage as well as wisely ordering for the store, under the conditions. Sat and thought about things until 10:00 p.m. Will be very glad when this is all over.

I know that financially, it is a big mistake. On the other hand, I am praying that I will be able to adjust to the new lifestyle; be enthusiastic about going back to school and make the most of it. 

Pauline seems to be very pleased and excited about the prospects. 

Friday, May 15, 1981

This afternoon I visited with Hal Jensen at the District Office about my teaching next year. He was complimentary and seemed pleased that I was coming back next year. Said there were some tough times ahead for education, however. 

Hans Jensen
1886-1952
Deposited the check that Kent Beckstrom gave me last Thursday. That makes it official. Nothing we feel now will change it. It is still hard, but I suppose we will be able to get used to it.

NOTE: My great-grandfather, Hans Jensen (1886-1952) had been a career grocer in my hometown of Monticello, Utah. A story was handed down in my extended family about how Hans used to cut out large chunks of ice from frozen ponds in the wintertime and then store them in cellar-like conditions to provide refrigeration capabilities in the summertime. 

After returning from Europe following the end of World War II, my grandfather, Ned Adams Jensen (1918-2004) followed in his father's footsteps, spending his entire career in the grocery business as the owner of Jensen's Food Town, located across the street from two of the homes where my father lived growing up—and the home where I spent a lot of time visiting my Jensen grandparents between the years 1979-2006. 

My father grew up working in his dad's store. It was where he learned to work hard and be responsible. It was also the primary way he earned his own spending money prior to serving his mission and attending college at BYU. As a high school student in the early 1960s, dad earned 25 cents per hour from his labor at the store, which enabled him to buy guns and ammunition for hunting, a jeep for transportation, exploration, and adventuring, and whatever else he needed or modestly desired. 

JJ's Paternal Grandfather, Ned Adams Jensen
Later, while attending college at BYU, Dad grew disenchanted with his studies and became so discouraged at one point that he decided to drop out of school and follow in his father's footsteps by making his career in the grocery business. Fully intending to put his plan into action, he packed his car with his belongings and drove home to Monticello. 

Grandpa Ned was not having any of it.   

He explained to my dad that his own career options in life had been limited because he had never attended college, and he would not permit his son to make the same mistake. He let my dad know that he would be returning to Provo to finish his college degree, and that was the end of the matter. Because Dad followed this good advice of his father, he did indeed accrue additional career options, including the freedom to sell Jensen's Food Town in 1981. 

My four (4) older brothers all spent time working in the store during their childhoods in the 1970s. They started out making just 10 cents per hour! I was too young to have the same opportunity. I remembered the store not as Jensen's Food Town, but as as Kent's market. Nevertheless, given the fact that it was one of only two grocery stores in town (when it wasn't the only grocery store in town), I did spend a lot of time there growing up, either shopping with my parents or buying candy by myself or with my cousins or friends. Suffice it to say, the local grocery store was a fixture of all of the Jensen's lives growing up, and for a variety of reasons.  

Saturday, May 23, 1981

Grandpa Ned and my Father
Monticello, Utah
October 1945
Last day at the store, officially. With a two-day holiday coming up we were very busy, and the place was almost embarrassing we were out of so many things. It was very hard for me today, but we got through it. David and Wayne helped me cut up half-a beef and some extra hamburger, after which we emptied the coffin frozen case for defrosting. Got home about 10:00 p.m. What great boys.

Monday, May 25, 1981

Later this afternoon, I came back to the store by myself. Perhaps that time was the hardest of all for me. Sixty [60] years is a long time. My emotions were very close to the surface as I sat in the office for the last time, and as I walked the dark isles [sic] for the last time. 

I wrote a little article for the newspaper; wrote in my journal, and went home.

Ten years from now, I sure hope that I will be able to truly feel that we did the right thing. Right now, I am not truly sure. There are some very long tugs at my heartstrings. 

This home in Monticello, Utah, belonged to my paternal
Grandparents. It was situated across the street from 
Jensen's Food Town, which my Grandpa Ned owned 
and worked in his entire post-war career. The home was 
finished in 1961 — in time for Dad to enjoy the luxury of 
his own bedroom for his  senior year of high school at home. 
For most of his growing-up years, the family lived in the 
home next door to the west. Growing up, I did a lot of 
yard work for Grandma Jensen, for which he was often 
generously paid -- as a wee lad's manual labor wages go.  

I pray to my God to find the strength to find my calling in life; to go after it, and to finish up in good and complete form.  

Saturday, June 20, 1981                                              

Tonight the boys decided that they wanted to take me to dinner for Father's Day. We ended up at the Elk Ridge Restaurant in Blanding. It was a royal rip-off. They wanted 70 cents for a small soft drink. The place was packed with smokers and the whole experience was not something I would want to repeat.

Most memorable thing about the whole trip was Jordan eating everyone's raw onions. He got started and just ate one after another, to all the other kid's amazement and glee. When he was all done with the onions we gave him some tomato which he spit out with disdain. And so it goes. 


Monday, June 22, 1981

Uncle Steve came over this morning and I spent a good part of the afternoon with him. ... I told him about selling the store. We talked about many other things. Even had a conversation about the chances of surviving a nuclear war. He seemed to think that here the chances would be quite good with just a little advance preparation.

June 21, 1981

Dear Dad,

            As this Father's Day has approached, you have been very much in my thoughts; probably more so than at any previous time that I can remember.

With Dad in front of our home.
Monticello, Utah
            I have thought about material gifts that I might give you; but I suspect there really isn't much that you need or want. I hope that I can find the words to express to you my love and admiration on this special day, as my gift. 

I suppose few boys or men ever really appreciate their own fathers until they get into the "business" of fatherhood and realize the magnitude of the calling and the sacrifice necessary to be a great dad. As I struggle to be a better Father, and I realize what you have gone through for us, my love and appreciation grows and grows. 

            Many things have gone through my mind since we sold the store. With all the problems and difficulties, the store did give us the opportunity to work closely together and to really get to know each other. I am deeply grateful for that opportunity, because I know that I have one of the kindest, most honest, most patient, most dedicated fathers that ever lived.  

                        Words do not describe the admiration I have for your dedication all those years as you built the business during some very trying times. Times that would have broken most men in the same situation. 

            It is difficult to say how much it meant to me to have a Father that was solid, well respected, and stable; and that made it possible for me to grow up without the fears and frustrations of many who do not have that security in their lives. 

    An era has passed in the lives of the Jensen Family with the sale of the store. I pray daily for the strength to measure up in my new challenges, as you did with yours; that one day I will be able to pause and feel a warmth and satisfaction that only comes with a job well done. You have so much to be proud of in your life, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for letting me share it with you. Surely some day I will look back and say that the years I spent at the store with my Father were the best years of all. 

            I am filled with gratitude for your support of my decision to sell; and I pray that your retirement will be enjoyable, and satisfying. I approach my new challenges with humility, some uncertainty, and I pray that I will be able to endure to the end of a successful career, as you did. I pray that the decision to sell the store was the right one; that I will now be able to pursue some of my other interests and desires, and thereby fulfill the measure of my creation. 

            I love you Dad. Thanks for the tremendous influence you have been in my life. 

            Happy Father's Day. 

                                                                                                                                    All my love, 

                                                                                                                                    Buckley

Tuesday, June 23, 1981

Came home and went swimming. All the kids were already there. Jordan threw such a fit that we took him along. He was so cute swimming. Brave little mut! I'll never forget his tiny body shivering, lips blue, but grinning from ear to ear and begging for more. What a boy.

Wednesday, July 8, 1981

Took Pauline and the kids to help today and we cleaned up Dan DeHuts apartment (#3). It was one of those experiences you like to forget. Place was a mess, but we got through it with a lot of soap, elbow grease and wonderment at how human beings can be so low. This Turkey had worked on engines in the bedroom and had the carpets black with grease. 

At Pauline's insistence, I took everyone (Julie Bunker too) to the Juniper Tree Restaurant for supper. Kids had a ball. 

Friday July 10, 1981

One of my earliest handles on a college 
FOOTBALL -- which would prove to
be one of my life's great loves / hobbies.
Cute things happened this afternoon. I took Jordan with me to the bank to make an apartment deposit. Left him in the car while I went in. When I came out, he had opened the door of the car, leaned out, pulled down his britches and shorts and was proceeding to make a puddle on the asphalt. The last time he was with me at the Exxon Station I got a little upset with him for going on the seat. He did it right this time. Sure was cute. He was right proud of himself. 

Sunday, August 9, 1981

For the past several days we have lived at Feugal Hall in the Heritage halls Complex at BYU while attending parts of the big Joseph Smith Sr. Reunion. The nicest thing about the whole business, however, was just being on the BYU campus. We really had a good time, and so did the kids. Nancy Smith, bless her heart, took Jody and Jordan so that the rest of us could really relax and have fun. That we did. 

Tuesday, September 8, 1981

Another good day at school. After, in company with Jordan and Joe, I went down to the apartments to see the fence progress. Those guys do not mess around. Sure is going to look nice.

Wednesday, September 23, 1981

Some of the government-subsidized housing apartments
my dad built in Monticello and managed for over two decades.
Arrived home from school tonight to find that Southern paving had almost finished the tennis court. Kept Jordan inthralled [sic] all day. He loves keys and heavy machinery. Some kid, he.

Friday, September 25, 1981

The homecoming parade took place this afternoon. I am the 8th grade advisor this year, but did not do much on the float. Twas just as well, because the wind took care of the float within five minutes of being out of the garage anyway. Pauline, Jordan, and I enjoyed the parade three times before going home for the day. 

Monticello played Nucla [Colorado] in the homecoming game tonight. Team looked good. Won by the score of 37-6.

Sunday, October 11, 1981

Jordan Rex with his baby sister, Jessie Ruth.
Paul and I drove home this morning. Stopped in Price for fertilizer and breakfast. Toodled into the driveway at about 2:30.

When Pauline got home she said she had been having labor pains for several hours, indeed since the night before. I took her to the hospital at about 5:15 and at 6:45 we were blessed with the birth of a beautiful new little daughter whom we are going to name Jessie Ruth. I was right there for the whole affair, and once again was impressed with the sacredness and miraculesness of it all. Pauline had a relatively easy time, and I breathed a giant sigh of relief when it was all over. 

Spent the rest of the night it seemed calling all the relatives and getting ready to head back to Salt Lake on the bus. 

Head never went down and at three o'clock [a.m.] I climbed aboard the Trailways bus at the Monticello depot and headed back north. Pauline and I didn't think that it was a good idea that Mother Ruth come down by herself, and I needed to get the Van and take care of a few other little errands. 

Thursday, October 22, 1981

After school today we cut wood. Jordan assisted, and was quite a helper, considering it was his first bash. What a kid that one. ...

Showered, put on the duds and took all the kids except Wayne, Jordan and Jessie to the Community Concert. A ten-man chorus called the Chanticleers. Really first-class. We were only there for the second half, but it was the best half, and I enjoyed it, despite trying to stay awake. 

JJ with his older sister, Jody.
Monday, October 26, 1981

Took all the kids to "FOX AND THE HOUND" by Walt Disney tonight. Was a cute show, but I was bored to tears, and with Jordan on my lap most of the show it was anything but fun. Best part was watching Jordan and Jody giggle. Boy, they really get involved.

Friday, October 30, 1981

By special arrangement with Mr. Maughan, Pauline, Jody, Jordan and Jessie and I left for Salt Lake at noon today. 

Arrived Provo and left the vanagon to have the heater fixed. We walked up to a restaurant for supper. Pauline forgot the diaper bag and I walked the three and a half blocks between Chuck Peterson's and the Golden Spike four times. 

Finally did get some supper. Had to wait until almost eight to get the Van, and we were very disappointed to discover that it still was not fixed, after all that. 

We drove down to Salt Lake and Grandma Smith's. She was happy to see us as always, and it was good to get there. I spent several minutes on the phone tonight calling classified ad numbers that had advertised the Rex Rabbits the past several days. From what the owners said, it looks good. 

Dad's Rabbit Raising Venture
Sunday, November 1, 1981

I did pick up three rabbits for $10 each from a guy in Magna. Got to Centerville to pick up Jody about noon. Said goodbye to Jordan, Jessie and their beautiful Mother and Jody and I headed for home.

Stopped at Mike Mittanks in Mapleton and spent $1650.00 on 8 Rex Rabbits. Still a bit difficult to spend that much on rabbits, but I guess we ought to start with good stock, and Mike's is as good as anything I have seen. Paid $350 for one big white Buck!

Thursday, November 5, 1981

After school tonight Dad came over to talk. Had a nice visit with him. He went out and saw the bunnies. Called my lovely Lady tonight. Sure miss her. Miss Jordan and Jessie too. Things stay uncluttered too long for comfort without Jordan around. 

Monday, November 9, 1981

Rushed home from school today to get everything in order. Had the house about as close to perfect as it is possible to get when my Sweetheart, Mother Ruth, Erma Madsen, Jordan and Jessie arrived. They really were surprised by both the trees and the china cabinet. Think Sister Madsen liked our house too.

Up the mountain getting firewood, I admiringly gaze
upon my dad's large bow-shaped chainsaw.
Circa 1983-4

Saturday, November 14, 1981

Called Wyman Redd this morning and asked if I could rent his saw. He said he would bring it by about 9:00. Jordan and I took a load of trash to the dump and were back when he arrived. He brought two large saws with bows and set to work cutting. I was hardpressed to just lay the logs out for him, he was cutting so fast.

We cut all the wood I had back there in about an hour and a half. Sure sold me on the "bows" and I think I will order a new saw and bows for both the new one and the one I have now. I think that getting a two-ten year supply of wood would be a very good investment. 

Jensen Family Photo
December 8, 1981
Tuesday, December 8, 1981

Started on poetry in my classes this morning. I ache to try and find a way to have these kids give poetry a chance in their lives. In many cases, however, it is just like everything else: They condemn it without a trial. That is so sad; especially when one considers the implications of a life-time.

As soon as school was out tonight, I rushed home and got all the kids dressed in their Sunday best for our bi-annual family portrait. It is a hassle, but I sure treasure the pictures that we have, and it will be well worth the effort as soon as it is over. Got the guy here at the school from Whit's Studio to take the pictures. He took about 12 shots and I hope that at least one of them is good. 

Went to the ward party at 6:00. Pauline picked up Maryelle and her daughter. I took Jordan and the Jeep since I was to leave early. 

JJ on his second birthday.
August 1981
After dinner, I went to see "Tess" a new movie out based on Thomas Hardy's novel Tess of the D'urbervillesRoman Polanski directed on location in England (guess) and it was a three hour epic. Reminded me of Dr. Zhivago in tone, atmosphere and subject matter. Really was well done.

BYU beat USU 51-43 tonight. Was televised live on channel 2. Greater love hath no man than to miss that. 

Monday, December 14, 1981

Worked on Poetry in school today. Read the kids "The Cremation of Sam MaGee" and "The Highwayman." Kids seem to be grasping onto the poetry. Really seem to be enjoying it. I sure do. I would like to teach poetry full-time in college. Wouldn't that be fun?


Jensen Family Picture
Monticello, Utah
1981



1981 Christmas letter from Grandmother Smith to her grandchildren.


Dr. JJ

Wednesday, September 23, 2026
Palm Beach Gardens, Florida, USA


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Wednesday, September 16, 2026

JJ's Journal: 1980

 From the Personal Journals of My Father

Rex Buckley Jensen 

1980


Wednesday, January 9, 1980

Baby JJ
Monticello, Utah
1980
After a hectic morning of trying to get twice as many things [done] as I had time for ... e.g. the big red couch out of unit #5 and into unit #11 in the snow with Monte [Christensen] and several other dozen things; and after starting out late and calling Flannery's in Farmington we actually did start for Alamagordo [sic]. 

It was an overcast rainy day. Beautiful in a sinister sort of way.

Had a good trip to Farmington. First time I have ever been there in a car, and the first time for anything south of Farmington. 

I tended the car at Flannery's. They replaced my leaking oil filter and oil free, and the blower was just a blown fuse. No real problems. Went back to the Holiday Inn where I had left Pauline and Jordan and we all went to supper. Back at the room we enjoyed some TV and aloneness. 

Saturday, January 12, 1980

This afternoon Steve and Andrea [Donna?] took Pauline and Me (and Jordan) down to El Paso and then across the Rio Grande to Jurez [sic]. We got there late and things were about closed down for the day, but we spent about an hour in a market place and bought some fun things for the kids. I bought a rustic orange colored painting of two Indian tee pees that sort of appealed. ... 

It took us an hour to find our way back across the river and to the freeway and out of El Paso. We listened to BYU trounce the U of U on KSL which came in well, on the way home. 

When we arrived home about 8:30, I went out and bought Kentucky fried Chicken and all the trimmings and we enjoyed a feast. 

Friday, January 25, 1980

Tonight was the long-awaited Osmond Family Concert at the Marriot [sic] Center in Provo. The Osmonds never entertain in Utah, and this was a once-only with all funds going to BYU. Needless to say it was sold out. We invited Dave White's family to go with us. 

It was quite a concert. The place was packed. The Osmonds were everything we had thought they would be and it was quite a night. Little Jordan slept through all the racket under our feet, and so we had a grand time.  

Wednesday, October 15, 1980

Big storm moved in today. Really cold. Snow. I climbed up on the roof and cleaned out the chimney and got a fire started. 

Boys are doing a good job on their stewardships. We take Jordan to Kit Stephens each morning, but he is a pain at night because he requires constant watching, and he won't eat well. One has to literally Trick him into eating.  

Thursday, October 16, 1980

Kids got their school pictures today. Really lucked out again this year. Good shots of all; especially Jordan.

Saturday, October 18, 1980

Highlight of the day was the BYU-USU game on T.V. ABC carried the game as their regional telecast, and it was quite a game. Many records broken and an aerial show the likes of which I have never seen. It lasted for almost 4 hours and the final score was 70-46. McMahon threw for six touchdowns and ran for two. I think BYU could have scored 100 points if the first team would have been allowed to "pour it on."  

Mother [Grandma LaVerda] has kept Jordan and Jody this weekend, and that has made life easier for us at home. Sure miss my Frou [sic]. 

Sunday, October 19, 1980

Mighty Jensen HUNTERS
Dearest Polly ...

We worked until 11:00 p.m. Friday night, came home and had pizza about midnight, got all the guns, knives, binoculars etc. out and ready for the deer hunt, and fell into bed about 1:00 a.m. Incidentally, Mother [Grandma LaVerda] got Jordan and Jody Friday night and is keeping him over the weekend. She really dotes over Jordan, feeds him well, (which we have had a hard time doing) and I know he gets better care with her than when he is here with us. Sorry Love, but us boys just ain't the MOM that you are! ...

Mother [Grandma LaVerda] had us over to dinner to celebrate my birthday (tomorrow). And Jordan looked like he had gained five pounds. She really stuffs him. Jody elected to stay with Grandma again since tomorrow is a holiday at the school (deer season).  

Sunday, November 4, 1980

Dairy truck was waiting when we pulled into Monticello. Unloaded it, while Pauline got Jordan [from Grandma LaVerda's]. 


Dr. JJ

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Wednesday, September 9, 2026

JJ's Journal: 1979

From the Personal Journals of My Father

Rex Buckley Jensen 

1979


NOTE: In the quotation of my father's journals below, I use ellipses to acknowledge the skipping of text in the middle of entries, but not before the first sentence or after the last sentence. In other words, the first and last sentence (or paragraph) in the entries below are not necessarily the first and last sentences (or paragraphs) in my dad's journal entries. Rather, I have both begun and concluded wherever relevant for the subject matter at hand.  

Infant JJ
Monticello, Utah
1979
Monday, January 21, 1979

Got a tingle in my soul every time I thought about my sweetheart coming home tonight. Worked hard all day. Stayed up until midnight in the office and then slept until 1:15 a.m. Got up, showered, shaved, and met my Sweetheart in bitter cold at the bustling Monticello Bus Depot.

The anticipation was not without substance. She was as lovely and warm as ever. We talked and swooned until 5:00 a.m. She really got an earful the last five days at Ida's; and came home with the idea that "all is not well in Zion." I don't think things are that bad however, and I am just glad to have her back. It is all systems 'GO' on little #6 and I am just thrilled about it. Wish we could get twin boys.  

Tuesday, August 21, 1979

Took my sweetheart to the hospital this morning and by early afternoon she had delivered a beautiful little boy. We have decided to name him Jordan Rex. It was pretty special. It is the first time that I have been with her for a normal delivery. (Joe came with the luxury of a spinal). I was impressed at how hard she had to work. Dr. Smith was really cute about letting me in, and telling me about it all the way through. Sure like Dr. Smith. 

Sonny [Sunny] Redd was in the hospital today in labor too. She gave birth a short time after Pauline. A nice bouncing baby boy too. 

NOTE: Sunny named her son "Christian." Later in 1997, during my junior year of high school, Christian Redd (a senior... he was young for his grade; I was old for mine, having been held back from kindergarten until age 6) competed with me on our heartbreaking 2nd place medley relay team at State track and field held at BYU. The medley relay consists of two 200-meter legs, a 400-meter leg, and an 800-meter anchor leg for a total of four (4) laps (1600-meters). Clint Curtis and, if I remember correctly, Justin Redd, ran the 200-meter legs, Christian Redd ran the 400, and I ran the 800. Calamitously, the baton was dropped in between the second 200-meter leg and Christian's 400-meter leg. We went from first place to about fifth or sixth place in a matter of just a few seconds. Christian ran a strong 400-meter leg, but we were still several seconds behind four or five other teams when I received the baton for the 800-meter anchor leg. I gave it everything I had and ended up catching everyone in front of me and taking the lead with 250 meters left. However, Grand County's anchor leg caught me in the final 50 meters and we lost by a split second at the tape. On paper, we were the best team and the favorite to win the State title in the event. Moreover, I ran at least five (5) seconds faster than Grand County's anchor leg; but, in the end, my 2:00-flat time (my personal best at the time) was not fast enough to eke out a victory. I was devastated and recall throwing the baton in anger and frustration after the race was over. For many years thereafter the loss continued to sting, although I have always been at peace knowing I gave it my all in the failed effort.



Thursday, August 23, 1979

Brought Pauline and little Jordan Rex home from the hospital today. The kids were so excited to see their new baby brother. 

We took pictures, as always and had a nice time getting acquainted with the little guy. 

Friday, August 24, 1979

With my older sister, Jody.
September 1979
The kids started to school today. Felt a twinge of envy, as I do nearly every year at this time as I see everyone going back to school. Sure would be an easier life to just teach school, with all that security and structure. However, I don't think it is for me, for a career anyway... and the twinge always passes. 

Spent most of the day with Pauline and little #6. Sure is a sweet little guy. It is fun to have a baby in the house again.  

Saturday, November 3, 1979

Pauline has been very sick with mastitis the past several days. Little Jordan has taken it like a 'man' however, and things seem to be on the mend.

Sunday, November 4, 1979

In company with family and loved ones, little Jordan Rex Jensen was blessed and named today. What a choice little fellow he is. What love he has brought into our home. I am overwhelmed at times with the magnitude of the responsibility it is to take these little spirits and commit to a life-time of care and love. The love and joy they give in return make it all very worthwhile, however. What a joy this little one is to us.

Grandma Jensen had us all over to her house for dinner after the meeting. How blessed we are to live close to Grandparents. Mother is so very good to us. 

Attended Great Books at Steve Nielson's house tonight. Subject was A Dull Story, and I couldn't have agreed more. It truly was a dull story. It's fun to gather with some good heads to talk once in a while, however. 

Wednesday, November 7, 1979

Got up at 3:30 a.m. this morning, bathed, played with Jordan, who is really developing fast. The little tyke smiles and talks often now, and is so cute I could eat him. Wish I had five more just like him.

Monday, December 3, 1979

Sunday we took Jordan (left Jody with Aunt Ida) and drove to SLC again and enjoyed the Tabernacle Choir Broadcast; breakfast at Hotel Utah (where we saw the Ben Hesses and the Bob Sparks). Visited the aunts (Rux-Ballard-Beecher). Uncle Hal told me that he has lost over $500,000 in his Reno deal. The guys he was hooked up with turned out to be crooks. Really felt badly for him. He was low. Has been in Reno all week testifying before a Grand Jury or some such matter. Guys like him make it fast, but they lose it fast too. He will bounce back, no doubt, but that much "green" is hard to lose in one swoop. 

Monday, December 31, 1979

Last day of 1979 was foggy and cold. Worked at the store all day, anticipating more business than we actually got.

Decided this afternoon to have a new year's bash. Called a few folks to join us about nine o'clock. Took home enough junk food [from the store] to feed an army. Kids had fun helping me set it all out. Let them stay up and join the adults for the first time in their young lives. They thought that was wonderful. 

The lateness of the invite showed. Turnout included the Waltons, the Kerry Freestones, the George Rices and all the Jensens. Had a good time nonetheless and all got sick eating junk.

The new year and decade came in amidst a game of 50 cents. I hope the eighties are better than the seventies.

Paul & Jordan

 

Dr. JJ

Wednesday, September 9, 2026
Palm Beach Gardens, Florida, USA

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Wednesday, September 2, 2026

JJ's Ancestral Roots

Dr. JJ is an American Patriot who is proud of his
ancestral roots in British Colonial America and beyond.
I have always been thankful to be a citizen of the United States of America, and am profoundly grateful for the countless blessings and opportunities I have received by virtue of that citizenship.

I am proud to be an American.

As I begin the presentation of my personal LIFE HISTORY, it is appropriate to start by saying a few words about my progenitors, many of whom have played prominent roles as American citizens over the centuries.   

In doing so, I am reminded of the words of that legendary and victorious American Civil War General, Ulysses S. Grant, who opened his famous personal memoirs with the following statement: "My family is American, and has been for generations, in all its branches, direct and collateral." (1)

This statement can be relevantly echoed in relation to my own ancestry. 

The most famous line of my forbears was Smiths of British Colonial America (1620-1776).

Robert Smith Jr. (1625-1693) was the first of his ancestral line to emigrate to the New World. He was born in Lincolnshire, England; but lived and died across the Atlantic in Boxborough (Middlesex County) Massachusetts. The next four (4) generations of Smiths would reside in Topsfield, which, like Boxborough, is a rural Massachusetts community near the greater Boston area.   

JJ stands next to statues of
Hyrum & Joseph Smith

Carthage Jail, Illinois
Robert's 3rd great-grandson was Hyrum Smith (1800-1844), born in Tunbridge (Orange County) Vermont at the turn of the 18th century. 

I, in-turn, am a 3rd great-grandson of this same Hyrum Smith who, in company with his younger brother, Joseph Smith (1805-1844)—my third great-granduncle—helped found The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints—and was martyred in cold blood at Carthage Jail in Illinois on June 27, 1844, for holding fast to their faith until the end.  

Of these two brothers, who fell that day in defense of religious freedom and the convictions of their conscience, the following has been written:

"Joseph Smith, the Prophet and Seer of the Lord, has done more, save Jesus only, for the salvation of men in this world, than any other man that ever lived in it. ... [He] left a fame and name that cannot be slain. He lived great, and he died great in the eyes of God and his people; and like most of the Lord's anointed in ancient times, has sealed his mission and his works with his own blood; and so has his brother Hyrum. In life they were not divided, and in death they were not separated!

"Hyrum Smith was forty-four [44] years old in February, 1844, and Joseph Smith was thirty-eight [38] in December, 1843; and henceforward their names will be classed among the martyrs of religion; and the reader in every nation will be reminded that the Book of Mormon, and this book of Doctrine and Covenants of the church, cost the best blood of the nineteenth century to bring them forth for the salvation of a ruined world; ... They lived for glory; they died for glory; and glory is their eternal reward. From age to age shall their names go down to posterity as gems for the sanctified." (2)

Joseph Smith Memorial Building
next to Temple Square.

Salt Lake City, Utah

I add my living testimony to these prophetic words of John Taylor, who was present with the Smith brothers and Willard Richards—and who received multiple gunshot wounds himself—at the Carthage martyrdom. 

In so doing, I openly and unapologetically profess and proclaim the divine role that these, my forbears, played in restoring the Church of Jesus Christ—the only true and living church upon the face of the whole earth (3)—in the latter days, which, in fulfillment of Joseph's own prophetic declaration, has spread across the entire globe and now numbers some 18 million members, of which I am but one. I further seek with all my heart, mind, might, and soul to hold up and further burnish their legacy in this present age, for they have indeed become "as gems for the sanctified" to me personally.  

General George Washington
The Smiths were hard-working, honest, patriotic, and God-fearing people. Robert Smith's grandson (Samuel Smith, Jr., 1714-1785) and great-grandson (Asael Smith, 1744-1830) fought for American Independence in George Washington's Continental Army, and they were not my only ancestors engaged in the revolutionary struggle. (4)

Going back even further, I am directly related to at least four (4) couples who sailed on the Mayflower, whose husbands in-turn signed its concomitant Compact. (5) 

While this fact does not make me particularly unusual in American society—even today—it remains a point of my ancestry that I deeply admire, cherish, and honor because of the faith, fortitude, courage, and resilience demonstrated by that intrepid band of transatlantic pioneers in search of religious freedom.

Moreover, given my own constitutionalist passions and proclivities, I am quite aware of the Mayflower Compact's role as a providential precursor to the United States' Constitution that would be drafted 166 years later in 1787, followed by the founding of Freedom Focused upon similar principles in 2005, and the 2026 publication of the SAL Life Leadership Textbook (7th Edition) and its corresponding academic templates, which further apply similar principles 250 years after the signing of the Declaration of Independence and birth of my nation.

Regardless what ancestral line of mine that one might trace, all of my ancestors emigrated to either British Colonial America or the United States of America during the seventeenth, eighteenth, or nineteenth centuries; and the vast majority of these hailed from the British Isles (England, Scotland, and Ireland). 

There are a few exceptions to this general pattern of emigration. 

My surname ~ JENSEN ~ obviously reveals the existence of a significant Danish line as well. Moreover, there are a few isolated branches with roots in other, continental European nations, including Germany and France. However, the vast majority—upwards of 85%—hail from the British Isles, British Colonial America, or both.

A wise man once pointed out to me that I have been blessed with "a rich and an illustrious ancestry." 

He was correct in his estimation. 

In addition to the Mayflower band and the august Smith line of revolutionaries and religious reformers, my family tree is chock full of Latter-Day Saint Pioneers who braved the hostile dangers of ocean crossings and overland treks via covered wagons and handcarts to reach their ultimate home in Utah, where I would eventually be born in 1979. 

A hundred years before my birth, my paternal ancestors just missed becoming Hole-in-the-Rock Pioneers in Southern Utah in 1879. Nevertheless, William Adams (1822-1901) and his family followed this famous party of courageous pioneer settlers to San Juan County soon after in the early 1880s. Later that decade, in 1888, my second great-grandfather, George Albert Adams (1864-1935) was one of the four (4) Founding Fathers of my hometown: Monticello, Utah. (6)

Not all of my ancestors have such a lustrous legacy. 

My most infamous direct progenitor is John Doyle Lee (1812-1877), a paternal, fourth great-grandfather who tragically was involved in carrying out the Mountain Meadows Massacre in Iron County, Utah, in September 1857. Despite any and all complexities involved in the situation, including much personal, familial, and ecclesiastical good that John had accomplished throughout his difficult pioneer life, there is no denying the horrific nature of the crimes for which he was ultimately convicted of and hung, a stain that lingers on my ancestral legacy to this day.    

I share this unsavory ancestral inclusion to emphasize that my progenitors—while unusually noble on the whole—were still imperfect mortals just like me, and in some cases were even guilty of egregious crimes... much like anyone else's family tree.  

Of my many admirable ancestors, my personal favorite is Mary Fielding Smith (1801-1852). 

Born in Honeydon (Bedfordshire) England, Mary and her two siblings, John and Mercy, emigrated to the Toronto, Canada area in 1832. In time, they joined a Methodist congregation led by a preacher named John Taylor—a future LDS convert, Apostle, and Church President.

In the mid-1830s, Taylor and his wife met Parley P. Pratt, a Latter-Day Saint missionary. The Taylors then introduced Pratt to the Fieldings. Both Taylors and all three Fieldings—and others of Taylor's congregation—were converted to the new faith and baptized in 1836.

Soon afterward, the Fielding trio moved to Kirtland, Ohio, where they joined with the main body of Latter-Day Saints and became acquainted with Joseph and Hyrum Smith and their families.  

Around this same time, Hyrum lost his wife, Jerusha, to complications involved in the birth of their youngest child—a daughter named Sarah. At the urging of his brother Joseph, a recently widowed Hyrum sought for Mary's hand in marriage. Following a brief, but tender and sincere courtship, the two were wed on Christmas Eve 1837. 

Mary bore Hyrum two additional children, adding to the six he had already brought forth and parented with Jerusha before her death. Mary played an important and prominent role by Hyrum's side during the final six-and-a-half years of his life. 

While I admire and love Hyrum for all of the expected reasons, Mary remains my favorite ancestor in part because I believe her lot was, in some respects, even more challenging than Hyrum's. After all, it was Mary who had to continue on after Hyrum's martyrdom, raising a family by herself, leading them westward to the Salt Lake valley in an intrepid and legendary manner, and then carving out a hardscrabble existence and subsistence in that arid and barren desert landscape without the aid of her husband. 

Just imagine how stark and insufferable life in the Great Basin must have been after spending a lifetime in the lush verdures of England, Toronto, and the Mississippi Valley!  

SIX (6) Generation Photo
Hyrum Smith (1800-1844)
Joseph F. Smith (1838-1918)
Hyrum Mack Smith (1872-1918)
Joseph F. Smith (1899-1964)
Pauline S.J. Zaugg (1946-present)
Jordan R. Jensen (1979-present)
It is little wonder to me that Mary's health gave out after only four (4) years battling against the brutal challenges life had thrown her way in the deserts of the Intermountain West. Her reunion with her beloved husband in the world of Spirits must have been a glorious and joyful occasion after so much suffering and loss.  

Second and third only to Mary Fielding, I have always looked up with great honor, respect, and admiration to my great grandfather, Hyrum Mack Smith (1872-1918) and great-great grandfather, Joseph Fielding Smith (1838-1918). 

The former was an Apostle of the Lord from 1901 (at age 29) until his seemingly untimely death of appendicitis at age 45 in January 1918. The latter, Hyrum's father, was ordained an Apostle by President Brigham Young in 1866, and later served as President of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints from 1901 until his own passing in November 1918—later the same year that his son Hyrum had passed away.  

There are many other ancestors I admire, respect, and seek ever to venerate for their quiet (or prominent) lives marked by courage, faith, integrity, hard work, industry, and love of and fealty toward family.

My paternal grandfather, Ned Adams Jensen (1918-2004), an army radioman during World War II, landed on Utah Beach on D-Day, June 6, 1944. He then pushed forward as part of George S. Patton's 3rd Army to help liberate Europe from the grasp of the Nazi regime. 

My own father was conceived while Grandpa Ned was on leave in early 1943, prior to his embarkation to England in preparation of D-Day. Dad was two years old when Grandpa Ned returned home to Monticello, Utah in the fall of 1945 to meet his son for the first time.  

In September 1963, my father left the United States to serve a 2-year, full-time mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints overseas in England. Dad's first missionary companion was Hyrum Wayne Smith (1943-2019), grandson of Hyrum Mack Smith and great-grandson of Joseph F. Smith, previously mentioned. 

After completing his first year in the mission field, Dad was summoned to the office of Elder Mark E. Peterson of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, who was serving as the leader of all European Missions at the time.

Hyrum Wayne Smith and Rex Buckley Jensen
Serving together in the European Mission Home
London, England
1964.
Elder Peterson had called Hyrum W. Smith to serve as his personal assistant, and he needed a second assistant to serve as Hyrum's missionary companion. He was specifically looking for someone with sound clerical (typing) skills. Hyrum knew that my dad—his former companion—also happened to be an excellent typist, and presented his name to Elder Peterson as his second assistant. 

Peterson approved Smith's recommendation, and Dad became his second assistant and the missionary companion of Hyrum W. Smith for a second time. 

A few months later, on January 24th, while Dad and Hyrum were serving Elder Peterson together in London, Sir Winston Churchill died. A few weeks after that, Dad and Hyrum were released from serving Elder Peterson and transferred elsewhere in the mission.  

Then, approximately one month later, in March 1965, Hyrum Wayne Smith and Rex Buckley Jensen were assigned to serve together as missionary companions again for a virtually unprecedented third time. Apparently, the Mission President gave Hyrum leverage over which missionary he wanted to serve with to finish out his mission, and he chose to reunite with my father for his final three (3) weeks. 

"Three times in three different locations in three different calendar years ('63, '64, and '65)" was a refrain I heard several times growing up as my father would tell and retell what was for me a rather riveting story of how he met and became good friends with the man who would eventually pair up my mom and dad. 

After returning home and enrolling at Brigham Young University, Hyrum introduced Dad to his little sister, Pauline, on September 18, 1965—exactly two years to the day that he had first met Hyrum in England on September 18, 1963. 

It didn't take Mom and Dad long to fall head-over-heels in love with each other and 11 months later, on August 24, 1966, they were wed in the Salt Lake City Temple. 

Thirteen (13) years later, almost to the day—August 21, 1979—I was born at the small, rural hospital in Monticello, Utah, the fifth son and sixth of seven children born to Rex Buckley and Pauline Smith Jensen (now Pauline S.J. Zaugg).  

And that's how my story began!

Rex Buckley Jensen
1943-present
Starting next week, I will begin publishing the actual journal records of my life, beginning with excerpts from my Dad's own diaries that reference me between the years 1979 and 1986, after which I will proceed to publish my own journal records—edited for a public audience—beginning in 1987.  

I wish to pay tribute to my father for his conscientious journaling habit throughout his life. His example has been most intriguing and inspiring to me throughout my own mortal journey.  

Dad began his own life's voluminous diarist habit in 1961 as a junior in high school. For much of the rest of his life, he kept a daily journal. In the late 1980s, he had the first 20 years of his personal journals bound in attractive, bright red bound volumes (8.5 x 11-inch). He further granted me complete freedom to peruse these and other journals at my leisure. 

I am so grateful that Dad took the time to write down such a detailed record of his life. I am further grateful for his kindness and openness in sharing his journals with me. 

It is from these journals that the next eight (8) week's articles—my personal journals between the years 1979-1986—are extracted, with Dad's permission.   


Dad's collection of nearly 7,000 pages of personal journals.
 

Dr. JJ

Wednesday, September 2, 2026
Palm Beach Gardens, Florida, USA

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Notes:

1.  Grant, U.S. (1995). Personal Memoirs of U.S. Grant. New York, NY: Dover Publications. Page 1. 

2.  Doctrine & Covenants Section 135. 

3. Doctrine & Covenants 1:30.

4.  Solomon Mack (1732-1820), born the same year as General George Washington, and the father of Lucy Mack Smith (Hyrum & Joseph's mother) also fought for the revolutionary cause. 

I have not, to-date, done a deep dive to discover exactly how many of my ancestors served in the American Revolution. Nevertheless, with nearly 100 direct (and hundreds more collateral) ancestors falling within the two generations of those who fought in the American revolution, it is plausible to assume that scores, if not hundreds of my direct (or indirect) progenitors were somehow engaged in America's struggle and quest for independence. 

5.  John Tilley (1571-1621) and Joan Hurst (1571-1621)  — my 11th great-grandparents.

John Howland (1592-1672) and Elizabeth Tilley (1607-1687)  — my 10th great-grandparents.

Edward Fuller (1575-1621) and Mrs. Edward Fuller (Ann) (1575-????)  — my great-grandparents.

Samuel Fuller (1608-1683) and Jane Lathrop (1614-1683) — my 9th great-grandparents.

6.  The other three Founding Fathers of Monticello were: Frederick I. Jones, Charles E. Walton, and Parley R. Butt.

JJ's Journal: 1981

    From the Personal Journals of My Father Rex Buckley Jensen  1981 Sunday, March 29, 1981 Annual School Picture Monticello, Utah September...