HISTORY OF ARTHUR ROY KUNKEL
Compiled by his daughters June and Lavonia
Arthur Roy Kunkel was born
Grandma and Grandpa Kunkel were married in 1873. This was Grandma’s second marriage. Her first husband, Frank Smith was killed before the birth of their first child, a girl, Frankie. Grandma was a very sweet, gentle, very pretty little woman with chestnut brown hair and blue eyes. Grandpa was darling, very intelligent man who was always interested in mining. They have always told us that Daddy resembled his father in many ways; his size, his complexion and his good disposition. Grandma was a seamstress and sewed for a living until she went blind. Grandpa was always off prospecting. When he struck it rich, they lived high, buying the best of furniture, carpetings etc. When his strike was a fizzle, Grandma had to sew for all it was worth to keep food in he little one’s tummies. Their children were as follows: Edward, Burke, Nellie May, Roscoe, Shirley, Belle Gay, Ralph, Arthur Roy and Paul. Grandma always said that Daddy was a quiet, good little boy. He adored his big brothers and tried to imitate them to keep up with them. His sister, Belle Gay was always sick and he used to like to keep her company. Belle Gay died when she was twelve years old. Grandma used to have to chastise her children occasionally. Daddy always remember her “Thimble Pie”. She would flip her finger with the thimble on, at their heads to get their attention, or because they were naughty. One day after “Thimble Pie”, daddy ran away from home. He was only gone about three hours, but when he returned he said to his mother, “I see you’ve got the same old cat”. Grandma ignored him, but she had to laugh to herself.
One day when the boys were melting lead bullets, the lead exploded and some of it got in Dad’s eyes. His mother grabbed a bottle of consecrated olive oil and poured it into his eyes. He was blind for months, but when the burns healed and the bandages were removed his sight had been saved. We really don’t know too much about his childhood. If one will read the Christmas Recollections that Aunt Nell wrote to Uncle Shirl, they’ll have some idea of his home life.
Dad went to the old
Dad loved horses and one time he made a trip up to
We do know he grew into a handsome young man. He had many friends because of his kind,
gentle and loving manner. He must have
fallen in love with our Mother, Mattie Winkless, long before she even noticed
him, because at that time they both worked at Keith O’Brien Store mother was
engaged to another man. We do know that
Dad was well accepted as Mother’s boy friend by Grandpa Winkless. One time he brought horses to the house for
mother and him to have a nice date horse back riding. Grandpa thought that was great. Their courtship and marriage were not without
problems. They were married in
They lived with Grandma Kunkel on
They only stayed a year in
In 1926 his health began to fail and by 1927 he was told by the doctor to take a vacation and rest or he would be dead. This is when he took us up Little Cottonwood Canyon for a whole month. Instead of just taking a sick leave, he felt he should resign his job. It was the biggest mistake of his life. The depression came and hard times hit lots of families, but Daddy didn’t hold another full time job until the Second World War when he went to work for Remington Arms and Geneva Steel Company.
LaVone’s earliest recollection of Dad was seeing him on his
knees in front of her, while he removed his soiled white stockings and turned
them inside out, to the clean side, so we could ride home on the street car
from Grandma Winkless’ house. When we
moved to
We always had crowds of company, every day of the week, in
fact, they stayed until after
After his operation in 1938, his spirit seemed to be broken and it was hard to get back on his feet.
He loved to go fishing. Raymond Watson was one of his best fishing companions. He also went fishing with Sid Kramer and Jack Moulton in later years. One time in Little Cottonwood Canyon Dad caught a really big fish. It had to be folded up to get into the fish basket. He washed it off every day, showed it off to the other fisherman on the creek. We never did get to eat that fish. We finally had to throw it away.
It has been said here that Dad was kind and gentle man, not only to his own family but to his in-laws. Our Mother could never have taken care of Grandma Winkless without the help of a considerate and loving husband. No other man would have taken what our dear Dad took.
When June and Jay moved into the house their first child was just an infant. Dad and LaVone would carry him out of the bedroom, bed and all, into the kitchen every morning. Daddy always sang, “Go to Sleep, My Little Buckaroo.” Buckaroo was shortened to Bucky and that’s how Jay Russell Johnson got his nickname.
Daddy was an artist and musician. He could draw animals beautifully. He played the piano with a touch that made everyone within hearing distance want to dance, or hum along with him. He had made a harness that went around his neck to hold a harmonica and could play that and the piano at the same time. He was always the life of the party.
We all lived in the old house at 417 West 6th South. June married Jay Johnson on
He loved his grandchildren.
At the time of his death he had seven lovely grandchildren: Jay Russell Johnson, Brian Johnson, Gordon
Johnson, Vaughn K. Moulton, Sydney Moulton (whom he nick named “The Little
Princess”), Kathleen Moulton (whom he nick named “Button” from the song “Button
and Bows”), and Madeleine Moulton who was just eight months old. On
We loved our Dad. He was a wonderful father and he taught us a lot of things that we will always be grateful for. It has been terribly hard to get over his death. Perhaps because we always felt that we, his daughters and his wife failed him. He died thinking he was a failure. He wasn’t a failure. We will never be able to measure his worth in silver and gold. Wherever he is, we know that the Gospel of Jesus Christ is a part of him and we will be a family forever.
(From notes and journals kept over the years. Compiled together April 1978)