There were two specifically that I knew and loved. One was a cousin (not a first but not too far distant either) and that was Glen Stevenson.He was very kind to all of the students and we in turn were kind to him as well. He was probably more special to me because I knew he was related just never knew quite how. (Well he was from the Stevenson side of the family and my grandmother was a Johnson somehow related to the Stevenson's, I would have to check my genealogy to know for sure. Update: 02-24-2019- Grandma Rozilla Poulson and Aunt Ruby-Glen's mother were sister's) I remember once long after he had moved to Vernal when my family visited him and he showed us the pride of his backyard a two story playhouse. I t was pretty neat.
The second one was Harold Spencer, my neighbor, Home Teaching companion, and bus driver. We spent a lot of time together doing farm work as well as seeing him at school and church. Harold was the one that I was hunting for when I shot the largest buck I had ever seen and he later told me that the meat was really good. The Lord had provided that deer for his family, not me.
Both men hold special places in my memory.