My Personal Remembrances of my Grandfather,
Henry Morgan Perry
By David Ririe
My earliest recollection of Grandpa Perry was at the age of four years.
He came to visit me in the L.D.S. Hospital in Idaho Falls where I was
sick with pneumonia. He was dressed in a dark suit, he had a large moustache
and appeared to me, a little boy, to be very tall. Actually I believed
he was of average size. He told me about his mission in California. On
three different occasions he answered the call to serve as a missionary.
To me he described his train ride to California, complete with gestures,
sounds, and an account of the train traveling through a mountain via
a dark tunnel. This visit told me a lot about him. He was kind and dedicated
to his family and he was a wonderful speaker.
I recall going to the Perry home and finding a broken post in the barn
yard that he planned to dig out. Foolishly I volunteered to dig it out.
I was about six years old at the time. The ground was dry and hard and
the shovel in my small hands was not very effective. After awhile I had
to abandon the task, being tired, and of no inclination to complete the
job. Later I overheard him telling Grandma how hard I had worked in a
complimentary way. He worked hard and he admired anyone who worked hard.
His praise of my effort was a joy to me.
I recall that one side of the barn was made of concrete and there were
concrete walks around the house which by now was a large comfortable
home with many rooms and modern conveniences. Mother explained to me
that Grandpa liked to work in concrete and that explained the large wall
and the sidewalks.
In the house there was a fascinating library that I admired greatly.
Few homes in the area at that time had many books. The Perry home was
one where learning and culture were very important.
As improvements came along Grandpa and Grandma seemed to be among the
first to install things like electricity, plumbing, telephones and radio.
Indeed He was a progressive man.
Mother told me that Grandpa Perry didn't believe in insurance, but he
believed that families and individuals should take care of themselves
Aunt Velda laughingly told of one day when Grandpa and Grandma Perry
went to Rigby to shop and carry on their businesses. Grandfather finished
and drove home in his buggy. Only upon arriving home did he realize that
he had left Grandmother in town. Apparently he was like some of his descendants
a dreamer whose mind focused or concentrated on things of the moment
to the exclusion of anything else.
He died in the hospital in Idaho Falls, surrounded by his loving family
on 26 January 1930 after a short illness.
When George W. Summers of the Rigby Stake High
Council interviewed me prior to my ordination to the Melchizedek Priesthood
he said, "You
have a lot to live up to. No one ever had greater grandfathers than you
Brother Summer's assessment of Henry M. Perry was true. He was a great
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