Wednesday, August 19, 2026

Journals of Jessie Ruth Allen


Part I: My Sister Jessie

Jessie and Scott Allen and their four (4) children:
left-to-right: Jens, Addison, Elizabeth, and Thomas.

Today I am proud and honored to feature my younger sisterJessie Ruth (née Jensen) Allen—and highlight her remarkable journaling journey and other personal record-keeping accomplishments over the past 30 years.  

Jessie is the most extensive, expansive, prolific, and impressive personal record keeper (Journaler) I have ever met or personally known. She is, in fact, the only person on the planet with whom I am personally acquainted who has out-matched both my Dad's and my own considerable energy and output as journalers.

It is not an easy feat to match either Rex Buckley or Jordan Rex when it comes to journaling. 

          Yet Jessie has managed to surpass us both!  

Jessie with her 31 bound journal volumes (right) and
multiple family scrapbooks (left).
 

If ever there was a "Little SAL Engine that Could"someone who doggedly and indomitably persists and never stops trekking triumphantly down the track of one's most positive goals and productive intentions, it is my sister Jess.

In addition to her accomplishments as a diarist and scrapbooker, Jessie's character is as upright and unimpeachable as anyone I have ever known. She lives her life honestly, authentically, ambitiously, energetically, lovingly, sincerely, productively, and void of guile. In fact, I have met fewif any—persons on the planet who better animate or more holistically exemplify Self-Action Leadership than Jess does.  

Indeed, Jessie is, in many ways, a poster child for SAL; and I am continually in awe of all that she accomplishes—and all that she is.

She is a truly extraordinary human being and self-action leader, and I am honored to be one of her five older brothers and six older siblings. I am further honored to be her friend.    

For all these reasons—and moreI rejoice in highlighting the uniquely remarkable life achievements and journaling accomplishments and proclivities of my younger sister in this week's blog article.


Jessie's home bookshelves full of journals, 
scrapbooks, and record-keeping baskets.

I hope that you will be as inspired as I am by her life and family, as well as by her nonpareil journaling, scrapbooking, and other record-keeping practices and habits. 

In the process, I invite you to not get discouraged by the fact that YOU—like me—will likely never be able to compete with the mind-blowing track-record you are about to read about. 

Rather, I invite you to take to heart—and apply—the sage counsel of Jessie herself, as follows:   

"My advice to others as they strive to keep their own personal life records is to avoid pressuring yourself to copy my approachor anyone else's for that matter—or overwhelm yourself by trying to do too much, too quickly. 
"Journal writing and personal memory-keeping is not a competition, and its creation will be unique to each person and/or couple/family. So I encourage everyone to simply begin where you currently are, which includes beginners who are just starting out. From there, just take it a step-at-a-time and try to have fun with and enjoy the process as you go along.  
"Then, as you press forward, remember that something is always better than nothing. In other words, you will never regret whatever efforts you do make to record your personal history. 
"Lastly, remember that just because I've done a lot of journal writing and personal record keeping doesn't mean that it is always easy, or that I always enjoy doing it. Don't get me wrong; sometimes I love it, and I enjoy some aspects far more than others. But other times it is like many other things in life: it's tedious—a grind I must consciously push through to complete.    
"However, I never regret exercising the discipline to produce. And I promise that you will similarly be grateful for—and cherish—whatever time and effort you invest in getting results in this important area of your life. After all, you never know just who you might positively impact and influence down the road because of what you have taken time to create for your posterity and other loved ones."


Annual Allen Family Photo Albums that Jess 
has scrapbooked and then printed.


Part II: Jess's BIOGRAPHY

A brightly smiling JRJ with his
newborn sister, another JRJ!
Jessie Ruth Jensen (now Allen) was born in Monticello, Utah, on Sunday, October 11, 1981—the seventh (and youngest) child of Rex Buckley Jensen and Pauline S.J. Zaugg. 

I was just a wee two-year old when my little sister was born, so I do not remember exactly how I felt about Jessie's arrival. 

Perhaps I was excited to finally have a sibling that was smaller and younger than me. Perhaps I was jealous of receiving less attention from my parents and siblings with Jess around. 

Or perhaps I was a little of both!

Nevertheless, the bright smiles that spread widely across my face upon holding her as a newborn suggest that I was, at least in some measure, thrilled by this exciting new addition to the Jensen family. 

In saying this, I openly confess that I did not always feel so warm and kindly toward my little sister. 

Perhaps it was the proximity of our ages compared to our other five, much older siblings. Or maybe it was the conflict caused by a mixture of both the similarities and differences of our respective personalities. Obviously, youthful puerility and juvenile jejunity on both our parts further exacerbated our often strained relationship. 

Whatever the case may have been, Jessie and I spent a lot of time together growing up—and the truth is that we often bickered and tangled in the process. I must bear the brunt of responsibility for this disharmony in our past relationship. Too often I would gleefully (wickedly) obtain my jollies from taunting, teasing, or otherwise getting a rise out of my little sister.

Suffice it to say, I all too often failed to be as kindly and caring toward Jessie as I should have been

As an adult, I have sincerely regretted this fact and have formally apologized to her in recent years—apologies she has graciously accepted, while generously forgiving me for any erstwhile treatment that was less-than-loving.

What a kind, noble, magnanimous, and righteous soul she is! 

As adults, our relationship has markedly improved; and I am so glad of it.

Between the two of us, we currently parent seven (7) children ranging from ages 13-on-down-to-7, which makes for a delightful and adorable bushelful of cousin-peers who have more fun than a barrel of monkeys when they get together. 

Jessie and her husband, Scott, and their four (4) children live in central Utah; we live in South Florida. As such, we don't get to see each other as often as we'd like, so it is always an extra special blessing and joy when our families do get together, usually out West in the summertime.  

The Magnificent 7 Cousins all together in Flowell, Utah
Summer 2026

Jess and me helping plant our
family garden in Monticello.
Summer 1984
As youngsters, Jessie and I played many games together. Our favorites were Monopoly, Risk, Sorry, Parcheesi, and Card Games. On occasion, I could even coax Jess into playing indoor tackle football with me.

What a good sport she was!

We also spent a lot of time jumping on the trampoline either together or with siblings, cousins, and/or friends. 

Lastly, we watched a lot of television together. Our favorite shows were: The Cosby Show, Saturday morning cartoons, and the weekday cartoon and/or sitcom lineups that aired after school and then later in the evening on Friday nights (TGIF).  

Although I was two-years and two-months older than Jessie, we were only one grade apart. This was because I had been held back from kindergarten for an extra year and did not begin my formal schooling until I was six-years-old. Jessie, on the other hand, had tested into kindergarten early and enrolled as a four-year-old. This proximity in our grades created an inevitable closeness by association, if not always by warm feelings.  

Growing up, Jessie discovered she had talents in academics, art, and athletics. 

She loved artistic endeavors, got good grades in school, and was a talented athlete. In high school, she made the varsity basketball team as a freshman and also competed on varsity cross-country and track teams throughout her high school career at Monticello High School in our hometown in Utah.  

After graduating from MHS in 1999, Jess attended Brigham Young University-Hawaii and then BYU-Provo, where she graduated with a bachelor's degree in elementary education in 2003. 

Following in the footsteps of both her grandmothers and her Aunt Nedra (who lived across the street from us in Monticello and is like a second mother to us both)—Jessie became a full-time elementary school teacher after completing her university studies. 

She taught grade school from 2004-2011 in northern Utah. In 2006 she returned to Brigham Young University to earn her master's degree in education, which she finished in 2009—all while continuing to teach full-time in the classroom.  

An unusually organized and detail-oriented educator, Jessie thrived in her role as classroom teacher and received formal recognition for her noticeable abilities and impressive achievements. 

In 2011, Jessie married Scott Allen, a rural renaissance man and budding physical therapist from Fillmore, Utah. Soon after they wed, Jess stopped teaching in Northern Utah so that the couple could relocate to Las Vegas for Scott's doctoral schooling in Physical Therapy.

Excellence in Teaching Award
Alpine School District
Utah County, Utah
2011
In 2012, the first of their four children (Addison)—a daughter was born. After Scott had completed his doctorate in physical therapy (PT) at the University of Nevada-Las Vegas (UNLV), the young family moved to Prosser, Washington, where Scott landed his first job as a licensed PT.

Two more children—sons Jens and Thomas—were born in 2014 and 2016, while the Allen's were living in Washington.

In 2017, the Allen's relocated to Fillmore, Utah, where Scott landed a new PT job in his home county. Then, in 2018, a little sister—Elizabeth—joined their crew as the family caboose.   

In 2023, after several years of dreaming, planning, hard work, and careful saving, the family moved seven miles east of Fillmore to Flowell—Scott's hometown—where they had built their dream home, accomplishing much of the work themselves thanks to Scott's wide range of aptitudes and skills.

After the birth of Addison in 2012, Jessie opted not to return to her previous career as a full-time classroom teacher. Instead, she traded it in for another full-time educator's position: a stay-at-home mom. 

And boy is she good at this latter role!

As a stay-at-home dad myself, I am continually in awe of Jess's action, organization, and productivity as a parent—all of which far exceeds and outshines my own parental performance. Indeed, I truly cannot compete with her in this department of life. If Jess is an A-plus parent—and she is—then I register in at about a B-minus at best!

Nevertheless, as Jess herself points out, such endeavors are not a competition. The important thing as parents is that we each sincerely do our imperfect best, which I can honestly say that I do. Nevertheless, when I see all that Jess accomplishes in her household and the lives of her children, I am aware of my many shortcomings and am extremely respectful and admiring of her work.

  

Part III: Jess's JOURNALING Journey

A cover of one of Jessie's bound journal volumes.
Jess got her journaling start in the late 1980s and early 1990s in much the same way that I did—through our connection to the Franklin Day Planner by virtue of our association with our maternal uncle, Hyrum W. Smith, an originator of the Franklin Planner and a co-founder of FranklinCovey Company

These beginnings were largely scant, token efforts that would precede Jess's far more prolific journaling labors to come in the mid-later 1990s.

Looking back, Jess attributes one particular New Year's Eve as a major turning point in her journaling journey. 

The year was 1996 and she recalls spending 3-4 hours catching up on her journals while everyone else was doing something fun to celebrate the incoming new year. 

Jess remembers feeling extra determined to begin the new year1997by being totally caught up in her journal. From that point on, her habit became increasingly cemented in her character and personality, and she has not stopped writing in a daily diary ever since.

Jess's journal volume for 2025.
Inspired further by our Dad's example of binding his journals into text-bound volumes, she began binding her own personal diary content during the middle 2000s. Since then, she has added another 20 volumes to make 31 in total—with many more to come in the future.  

Over the years—and particularly once she began having children—Jessie added several additional practices to her retinue of record-keeping routines. From compiling yearly family scrapbooks and photo-albums to creating booklets and folders full of relevant personal and family data, letters, and photos for each child. She is saving much of this valuable content to present to each of her four children as a surprise gift when they eventually leave home.  

Suffice it to say, journaling, personal record-keeping, and family history production is more than just a hobby or practice for Jess. 

It really has become a way of life for her.

Interestingly enough, however, she does not always love every minute of this life practice. In her own words: "to be honest, I don't enjoy my daily journaling. I do it because I know I should and because I want the benefits of having these records in place. And the end result is always worth the effort, of course."

On the other hand, she commented that: "I do enjoy scrapbooking and other forms of memory-keeping. In fact, I LOVE assembling my scrapbooks and photo albums. I enjoy the process and the end results. Plus, my kids—and other family and friendsreally enjoy looking through them when they are finished."


Jess's annual booklets prepared in advance as a future gift for her 
oldest daughter, Addie. She has done the same for her three other kids.


Jessie credits her father's journaling example, an obsessive-compulsive personality (OCP), and the teachings of her Church as major inspirations that fuel her unusual diligence. While the OCP may fuel some of her focus and productivity, it is the latter of the three that have inspired her the most. 

As Spencer W. Kimball—President of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints when Jessie was born—has written: 

"I urge all of the people of this Church to give serious attention to their family histories, to encourage their parents and grandparents to write their histories, and let no family go into eternity without having left their memoirs for their grandchildren, and their posterity. This is a duty and a responsibility." (Ensign, May 1978, page 4).  

So, when exactly does Jessie accomplish all of these labor-intensive projects? 

After all, it's not like she isn't already busy with a home, husband, four kids, several pets, church- and community-service responsibilities, and a part-time job at her kids' school.

The answer to this question is two-fold. 

The first answer is: whenever she can. In other words, as a busy wife and mother, she accomplishes much of the work in those sundry moments when she has a few spare minutes or hours here-or-there. 

Scrapbook chronicling Jess's month-long service trip to AFRICA in 2010.

The second answer is that she strives to arise from bed early each morning—at 5:00 a.m.so that she can have some quiet time to herself to pray, read and study the scriptures, and write in her journal before her husband and kids are awake.  

Like many other highly productive and successful people, Jessie has deeply internalized the age-old wisdom of Benjamin Franklin, who counseled:


"Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise."

"He who riseth late must trot all day, and shall scarce overtake his business at night."

"Dost thou love life? 

Then do not squander time; 
for that's the stuff life is made of."

Rising early for purposes of planning, solitude, and worship activities is one of the SAL disciplines I personally admire most about my younger sister. 

Hyrum W. and Gail C. Smith
One of the reasons I admire her so much for this practice is because I myself have never been a morning person. I'd almost rather beat myself over the head with a board than get up at 5:00 in the morning. 

But boy do I respect those who can do it! 

In this regard, Jess really is the poster-child for SAL principles and practice—even more so in many ways than I am. Her discipline for early mornings is a classic example of this!

My Uncle Hyrum and Aunt Gail—of FranklinCovey fame—also used to consistently arise at 5:00 in the morning to enjoy their own "Planning and Solitude" time.

They would refer to the hours between 5:00 and 8:00 in the morning as their "Magic 3 Hours," something that greatly enriched their personal lives, family relationships, and careers.   

While this early-morning approach may not work for everyone—it certainly does not work for me—I highly recommend it to anyone and everyone who is naturally-oriented to that enviable early-morning spryness. 

If, on the other hand, you are not a morning person (like me) you will have to be extra creative and proactive in using the waking hours that you do have and fill them up with those activities and practices that are most important to YOU—such as personal record-keeping.  

Allen children art binders and annual binders with yearly letters from Jess 
and other, relevant personal record-keeping documents.


Part IV: Benefits & Blessings of JOURNALING

In interviewing Jess for this article, one of the things about which I was most curious was the BENEFITS she has noticed from her many journaling and other record-keeping efforts undertaken over the past several decades.  

One such benefit involved a strengthened MEMORY, which manifests itself in a couple of different ways. 

FIRST, Jess noted that she has, in general, a "better memory than a lot of folks when it comes to people and events." 

Jess's daughter Elizabeth
with JJ's daughter, Kara.
July 2026
SECOND, she remarked that "my journal also helps me remember things I would have otherwise forgotten. Having these records to refer back to restores old memories that were lost and I love going back and reliving these old memories, especially the positive ones." 

An additional benefit is the blessings these records provide—and will yet provide—to her children. 

Said she:

"I think about how blessed I was to be able to go back and read our dad's journals. My kids now have that same opportunity to go back in time and see the world through the eyes of their mom the same way I could go back and see the world through my dad's eyes."

Jess further cites the benefit of not having to remember certain things, because "if it is written down, it's not going to be forgotten or lost along the wayside." 

Lastly, she pointed out the fact that "I am leaving something to show for the life I've lived," which she values. This point brings us back full-circle to Anthony Robbins' famous quote about journaling a few articles ago. 

Said he: If your life is worth living, it is worth recording.  


"If your life is worth living, it is worth recording."

Anthony Robbins

Magnificent Seven (7) cousins together on trampoline in Flowell, Utah.
Summer 2025

Another thing I was curious about was the extent to which Jessie's kids have begun their own journaling efforts because of her example. 

On this point, Jess said the following:
"I have definitely encouraged my kids to do the same. It's actually something I've tried really hard to do, and my oldest (age 13) has gotten a solid start. On the other hand, I've also come to understand that ultimately they have to want it for themselves, so I try not to push too hard when I can see they aren't ready or don't yet have an authentic desire to be as gung-ho about it as I am. In the end, however, I do indeed hope that I will be able to have the same kind of influence on my kids that my dad had on me when it comes to these sorts of habits and practices, because they are so valuable." 
I am so grateful to my dad, sister, and others in my immediate and extended family tree who have served as such fine and faithful family historians and personal diarists. 

All of us are, to a large extent, products of those with whom we live, work, and otherwise associate. In my case, I have been unusually blessed all of my life to associate, work, and live with noble self-action leaders whose character consistently demonstrates a good will to do what is right and strive to be the best persons of which they are capable.  

I pay homage and tribute to them all!   

Combined Allen and Jensen Families in Flowell, Utah.
July 19, 2026


JJ and Lina hanging out with Jessie and Scott in Fillmore, Utah
July 2026


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Wednesday, August 12, 2026

Journals of Rex Buckley Jensen

Rex Buckley Jensen
(1943-present)
Circa mid-late 1970s
In this week's article, it is an honor and privilege for me to pay homage to my dear father (and namesake) Rex Buckley Jensen—and his remarkable life achievements as a journaler.

Dad was born on Wednesday, October 20, 1943, in Moab, Utah, during the thick of World War 2. After delivering her firstborn child (and son), my grandmother, LaVerda (née Barton) Jensen, brought Dad back to their home in Monticello, Utah, 50 miles to the south. 

When they arrived home, there was no husband or father to greet them because Dad's dad (my grandfather) was involved with the global conflict overseas as a soldier in the United States Army. 

LaVerda's husband—Ned Adams Jensen (1918-2004)—had been trained as a radioman and was serving in General George S. Patton's famous Third Army, which played a pivotal role in the defeat of Germany and the liberation of Europe in 1944-45. 

Grandpa Ned's Company—the 118th Signal Radio Intelligence Company—following on the heels of the D-Day invasion force, landed on Utah Beach on June 6, 1944. From there, they pushed onward behind frontline infantry troops as they pressed their way gradually and bloodily through France and into Germany in the months to follow. 

Several months after the allied victory in Europe had been secured, Grandfather Ned made his way back to his family in his tiny hometown of Monticello, Utah, where he finally got to see and meet his son (my DAD) and firstborn child for the first time. 

          Dad was already two years old!

October 1945

Grandpa Ned with Dad after his return to Monticello

following his service in Europe during World War II.


 

Dad w/ Great Grandpa Hans Jensen (1886-1952)
Monticello, Utah
November 1949
After returning home from the war, Grandpa Ned resumed work in the grocery business, a trade he had inherited from his father—Hans Jensen (1886-1952). 

Growing up, Dad spent a lot of time working in his father's store—Jensen's Foods—where Ned worked for the rest of his career. Here he learned and applied principles of personal responsibility and hard work. Dad continued laboring in the family business until his late 30s, when Grandpa Ned retired and gave Dad his blessing to sell the store in 1981. 

The eldest of three children born to Ned and LaVerda, Dad was a bright, energetic, and ambitious boy and young man. He loved to romp and play in the fields and woods that surrounded the rural paradise that was his home in Monticello, Utah. As a teenager, he spent a lot of time in the outdoors hiking, hunting (deer and rabbits), camping, etc. 

Because he had a job at his father's store, Dad always had spending money to purchase things he wanted, including a Jeep when he was in high school, which greatly enhanced his life as an adventurous outdoorsman.     

Although Dad enjoyed an idyllic childhood in many ways, it did not pass by trial- or tragedy-free. 

An outlying example of one such experience occurred on August 13, 1956, when Dad was just 12 years old. That was the day the Lariat Cafe exploded during supper time in Monticello, when the restaurant was filled with customers (between 50 and 70 persons). Tomorrow marks the 70th anniversary of this horrific event. 

The explosion had been caused by a gas leak which led to a buildup of natural gas in the basement and walls of the restaurant. (1) 

Lariat Cafe after its devastating gas explosion. (1)
Monticello, Utah
August 1956
Dad and his family heard the loud "BOOM" from their home across the street from Jensen's Foods and Dad—being the inquisitive and energetic lad that he was—immediately rushed out the front door to investigate. 

The scene that ended his search was horrific, grisly, and unprecedented for the typically peaceful, quiet, and low-drama town, to say nothing of an innocent 12-year-old resident of that community.  

After the rubble had been cleared and emergency workers had completed their search, it was discovered that sixteen (16) people had been killed and 30 more injured in the devastating blast that had blown the roof clean off the building and caused severe damage to the restaurant and surrounding properties. 

It was too much for a 12-year-old boy to have to see. Dad was particularly disturbed when he saw one of his grocery store work colleagues—a cousin—lying bloodied and dead in the road following the disaster. 

His memories of the event would haunt him for years afterward. Often, late at night, he would go downstairs in his home to check and ensure the pilot light in their own natural gas-fueled home was properly lit.  

My Uncle Steve and Aunt Nedra—Dad's younger brother and sister—also carry vivid memories of the tragedy. Though only six years old, Nedra told me she remembers it as though it happened yesterday. Stephen, who was 9 years old at the time, shared the following with me. 

I was three days from my 10th birthday that fateful day in August 1956. My mother and two siblings and I were just starting supper and we were all gathered around the table together at 7:12 p.m. when we heard the BOOM. My older brother Buckley was out the door like a flash to investigate. I started to follow but Mother told me to finish eating. 
Stephen Jensen with his dog, Jerry, and her 11
pups about the time of the Lariat Cafe Explosion

I didn’t eat much because the wailing sirens told me this was something big. I ran the couple of blocks east to find a horrible sight. The walls had been blown out and cinder blocks and debris were everywhere—in the road, on cars, in nearby trees, and on adjacent lawns. The crumpled roof had gone up and then down on everyone who had not already been blown out. The dead, dying, and injured were everywhere. Men were loading them up in their pickups, I don’t think Monticello had much of an emergency response team, but if they did, I know it was inadequate to handle the demand. Seeing the blood, dying and dead scared and traumatized me. I ran home to the safety of my mother.
Dad was just getting home from work. I remember he drove Mom, Nedra, and me towards the sight but it was blocked off. Then we drove by the old hospital (now the golf club house). I remember some man talking to Dad through his open car window about all the bodies that were in the hallways of the hospital—and the overwhelmed staff. 
We later drove to the Monticello airport because they wanted cars with their lights on to line the runway so medical Flights could land safely in the dark. We eventually drove back home. It was a truly horrible event in our community. Anyone living in Monticello at the time would never forget where they were when the Lariat Cafe exploded. Some of our relatives were killed and injured. Many received emotional, mental, and/or physical injuries that would last a lifetime.


Despite this terrible tragedy, life did eventually move on for Dad and his family and community, though the ashen memories would linger forever.   

As a teenager, Dad was a good student and learned to type proficiently and write effectively during his years in elementary and high school. These two skills in particular would play directly into his future lifelong journaling habits and lead to other, valuable personal, career, and service opportunities. 

As a boy growing up in Dad's home, I specifically recall him telling me once that the most important class he ever took in school was "TYPING." I very much took this statement to heart, and when the time came for me to take my own typing class in 9th grade, I took the subject seriously and worked very hard to develop the skill until I myself could type upwards of 100 words-per-minute, further fueling my own propensities as a journaler and author.

Like Dad, being able to type well has served me immeasurably in both my personal and professional career. 

In addition to his studies, Dad was also a multi-sport athlete in high school. He played on both the football and basketball teams, although he was better at football, and started at tail back and kick returner his senior year. Unfortunately, he broke his leg early on in the season and missed the remaining games in 12th grade.

In basketball, Dad warmed the bench more than he played, and would record his frustrations with the sport—and his coach—in his daily journal, which he began writing in 1961.

Dad decided to quit the basketball team his senior year, a decision he often referred to as "one of the best he ever made" because it opened his schedule up to other, more meaningful activities that he otherwise would not have taken advantage of—such as performing in the school play. 

Decades later, when I faced my own moment of decision with the game of basketball, Dad shared his experience and wisdom with me, which helped tip the scales in favor of my own decision to hang up my high-tops and focus on other sports and activities.

This was not the first time, nor would it be the last, when Dad would provide me with a crucial voice of comfort, consolation, cheerleading, and wisdom in my life—something for which I will always be grateful.  

Dad's Senior Picture
1961-62
After graduating from high school, Dad attended Brigham Young University for a year before leaving on a 2-year mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints across the Atlantic in merry old England. 

Dad's missionary service proved meaningful—and providential—in a variety of different ways. In conjunction with strengthening his religious faith and helping him develop valuable character traits such as discipline, focus, obedience, and courage, Dad crossed paths with another young Elder who would change the course of his life—and the life of his family. 

The name of this most-consequential young missionary was Hyrum W. Smith. 

Elder Hyrum Wayne Smith
British Mission
1963-1965
Dad met Hyrum fresh off the plane in England because Hyrum had been assigned as his first missionary companion, also known as his missionary TRAINER.

Dad quickly came to respect and admire Hyrum for his fun personality and his impressive abilities as a communicator and leader. Hyrum, in-turn, came to respect Dad for his intellect and work ethic. 

Said Dad of Hyrum: "He was an excellent missionary companion and so much fun to serve with!" 

Suffice it to say, the two became fast friends and it soon became evident that this pair of young Elders was destined to become more than a mere missionary companionship.

Their initial service together began September 18th, 1963 and ended approximately three (3) months later on December 13th, at which point both were assigned new companions with whom to labor.  

Then, nine (9) months later, Hyrum was called to serve as a personal assistant to Elder Mark E. Peterson of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles—the second highest governing body in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints—who was on the Continent serving as the supervisor of all the Church's European missions at the time. 

Elder Peterson was in need of a second assistant—who would serve as Hyrum's companion. More importantly, he needed that second assistant to come with clerical experience so that he could transcribe his many dictated letters in an efficient and effective manner. 

Hyrum and Dad working together as assistants to
Elder Mark E. Peterson of Quorum of the 12 Apostles.
Hyrum mentioned that a previous companion he had trained—Elder Rex Buckley Jensen—was a skilled typist and a good missionary. 

Elder Peterson sent for Dad, who became his other personal assistant—and Hyrum's companion for the second time, in the second place, in the second calendar year (1964) of his mission. 

The next six (6) months proved to be one of the most sacred, special, meaningful, and memorable time periods of Dad's entire life. 

Mark E. and his wife, Emma Marr (née McDonald) Peterson had two daughters, but no sons. Suffice it to say, Dad and Hyrum—and other companionships like them—became like sons to the Petersons, who loved and mentored them as if they had indeed been their own. 

Elder Mark E. Peterson similarly became "like a second father" to Dad.  

Hyrum, Emma Marr & Mark Peterson, and Dad
LDS European Mission Headquarters
"White Hayes" 
London, England
1964-65
As I interviewed Dad for this article just one month ago, he got very emotional when speaking of the precious time he spent in England with Hyrum and the Petersons. 

Moreover, despite a physical constitution and memory that are suffering the negative effects of old age, Dad's countenance came alive and his memory grew unusually sharp as he reminisced on the goodness and kindness of Elder and Sister Peterson—and the joy he experienced serving with them and Hyrum in England.  

From attending the theater with the Petersons to chauffering Emma Marr around London; and from eating all their meals together to being personally tutored by a first-rate leader and his spouse, the five-and-a-half months Dad spent as Hyrum's companion for the second time—in the service of the Petersons—proved to be an unusually life-enhancing, and even a life-changing experience for Dad.

Dad had the opportunity to meet other, high-ranking Church officials during the time he spent on his mission and/or assisting the Petersons with Hyrum. These persons included President Hugh B. Brown of the Church's First Presidency, President Stephen R. Covey (of later FranklinCovey fame) of the Irish Mission, and President David B. Haight (a future LDS Apostle) of the Scottish Mission. 

Little did Hyrum (or Dad) know at the time how significant some of these persons would someday be in their lives, or my life (their son and nephew). Indeed, the influence of both Smith and Covey on my life and career have been well chronicled in my books and blogs. Less known is the influence Hugh B. Brown had on me through a famous story of his that my grandmother Smith (Hyrum's mother) told me when I was just a boy.  

Click HERE to read My Buddy Ty, Adventures in Parenthood, and the Successes of FailureThen scroll to the heading that reads: The Parable of the Current Bush

Dad Playing the Piano
LDS European Mission Headquarters 
In early February 1965, Dad and Hyrum's time with the Peterson's came to an end. 

Then, a mere one month later, Dad and Hyrum were assigned to labor together again for an almost unprecedented THIRD time, in the third place, in the third calendar year (1965). 

It was Hyrum's final month of his 2-year mission and they were only together for three weeks; but this "last hurrah" together further cemented a vital friendship that was just beginning. 

Five-and-a-half months later, Dad completed his 2-year missionary service and flew home to Utah. Five (5) days after his return to Monticello, Hyrum drove down to see him on September 9, 1965. Nine (9) days after that, Hyrum introduced his younger sister—Pauline Smith—to Dad, and the rest is, as they say: History!

Mom and Dad were married the following August (1966). 

Dad earns his master's degree from BYU.
Thirteen (13) years later, on August 21, 1979, I was born: the sixth of seven children and the youngest of five sons.  

But long before I came into the world, Dad got busy earning college degrees in English (bachelor's) and Communications (master's) from Brigham Young University in the late sixties and early seventies, respectfully. 

He then proceeded to pursue the eclectic career of a rural renaissance man and entrepreneur. Although he was foremost an educator who spent more than two decades in the traditional classroom as a middle and high school English teacher, Dad was also a landowner, real estate developer, and licensed general contractor with some 76 homes—and many other construction projects—on his résumé.

In addition to being a professional photographer (he became a "Leica Man" on his mission to England) Dad—ever the writer—also authored a newspaper column for many years in The San Juan Record, the weekly newspaper of his hometown of Monticello, Utah.

Following his and my mother's divorce in 2004, Dad married Marcia (née Ford), to whom he has been wed ever since. Marcia and Dad live in their dream house they built themselves on property Dad owns just outside of Monticello, Utah. 

Dad began a daily journal in the fall of 1961. 

With very few interruptions, he continued this daily journaling habit into the 2000s. By the turn-of-the-century, Dad had penned nearly 7,000 pages in his personal journals. He has continued journaling since the turn of the century, albeit more sporadically than the first four decades of his lifelong practice.  


Dad's red-bound journal volumes, comprising his personal diary entries
spanning the 20 years between 1961 and 1981.


Dad's bound Missionary Journals
1963-1965


Other JOURNALS of Dad's bound up in 3-ring binders
From the 1980s, 1990s, and early 2000s.

From a very young age, I was exposed to Dad's journals—not because Dad forced or pressured me to read them; but because they were displayed in his office library and I, an avid peruser of books whenever and wherever I found them—and naturally took interest in them. And to my joy and gratitude, Dad allowed me complete, unfettered, and un-redacted access to them. 

More so than any of my other siblings, I took an avid interest in these treasure troves of information and tales from Dad's past, and partook in many sweet hours reading and perusing them. It is, therefore, no secret, that Dad's extensive and loquacious journaling habit influenced my own propensity for keeping a diary.  

I will forever be grateful to my father for this lustrous literary legacy of family history that Dad passed on to me and my other siblings. From both a genetic and mimetic standpoint, I have been tremendously impacted for good by his life. This legacy will continue to positively influence me, my children, and generations yet to come.   

THANKS DAD!  

And now, I present to some additional photographs and documents that provide a pictorial journey through Dad's life and journals...


Rex Buckley Jensen
Age 1-2
Circa 1944-45


Dad standing outside the LDS European Mission Headquarters
"White Hayes" Leatherhead, Surrey, London, England


Earliest known vestiges of Dad's Personal Journal
From a school assignment in 6th grade
Monticello, Utah
1955-56





Herein we learn that Dad's father Ned had been furloughed for
Dad's birth; but ostensibly was denied an emergency
extension, and therefore missed Dad's birth on 
October 20th by only a day or two!


Dad's mission call letter signed by LDS Church President, David O. McKay.
August 8, 1963


Dad's first mission president, who also presided over Elders Jeffrey R. Holland
and Quentin L. Cook, future members of the Quorum of the 12.
Decades later, Elder Cook performed Lina's and my sealing
in the Salt Lake Temple on August 8, 2008.


Letter to Dad from Elder Marion D. Hanks of the First Council of the Seventy
after Dad had returned home from his mission
December 9, 1965


Letter to Dad from Elder Mark E. Peterson of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles
May 11, 1965



Dad's capacious home library, containing thousands
of volumes on a potpourri of subjects.
View #1


Dad's capacious home library, containing thousands
of volumes on a potpourri of subjects.
View #2


Dad's capacious home library, containing thousands
of volumes on a potpourri of subjects.
View #3

Dr. JJ

Wednesday, August 12, 2026
Palm Beach Gardens, Florida, USA

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