Kenneth R. Hardman
Stories of God's hand—seen across generations
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In the 1940s, during the boom-town years in Los Angeles, Harvey Ralph Hansen became a highly successful grocery businessman, first with Safeway, then on his own, feeding the ever-growing population of World War II factory workers flooding in from the east. Harvey grew up on the farm in Richfield, Utah, married the sweet city girl…
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During World War 1, and the Influenza Epidemic of 1918, sixteen-year-old Ella Mae Walker lay sick in bed for a week. “People died like ants,” she said. Everyone wore masks. “No one seemed to be exempt from the terrible disease.” No one visited. Lot’s of boys were dying abroad, animals were dying from the cold,…
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In 1924, eleven months after returning to Utah from difficult homesteading in Canada, my great-grandmother Charlotte Hannah Dearden Hardman was widowed with eight children when her hard working husband died of a broken ulcer. They had previously lost and buried two children in Utah, and two more in Canada. As he died, Jacob’s last words…
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In 1969, when mankind overcame great odds and touched the moon, the late Cheryl Hardman Atwood received respite from her desperate struggle with a debilitating fatal disease; then finished college, married, became a teacher, and raised a great family, touching mankind for good. (by Kenneth R Hardman) #AncestorClips
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Don’t ever tell Jacob Hardman that he couldn’t ride a horse. He was once bet $25.00 that he couldn’t ride a tortured big black mean one, but he did. He bred and broke horses, ran cattle, herded sheep, and hauled granite to the Salt Lake Temple. When he learned of free land and homesteads up…
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During the industrial revolution, John Hardman, my 3rd great uncle was a young working class mechanic in Manchester, England. Shortly after his father’s death, when apostles came, he recognized the truth, and joined the Latter-day Saints. But false notions and traditions caused him to stumble as a new member. He could have given up but…
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Seven years before I was born, in the fall of 1951, the war raged on in Korea. My dad wrote his Sunday letter to mom in California. During the pain of lengthy separation, they grew closer as their heart-felt letters crossed the Pacific. “I enjoyed church this morning,” dad wrote, “mostly I think because I…
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