Zeke was like a second father to me. I'm so glad for his support in scouting; getting me interested and involved towards my Eagle award. I have good memories when we fellow scouts of Troop 377 on a 50-mile hike, picked him up early one morning in his sleeping bag and dumped him into East Canyon reservoir. He was a good sport about it! What a wonderful man; he is loved and will be missed. My condolences Chris, Greg, Rick and Tammy.
A great man, scouter, mentor, friend, father, husband, neighbor has been called home and will be missed. Although I was not a great scouter, my years with Zeke were the best. I have memories of my first week long scout trip (East Fork of the Bear) where I was so homesick and Bro. Bills took time to comfort and counsel me. I remember the 50 miler (I still talk about it everytime we go to Henefer), weeding his garden and then cooking the weeds and eating them to pass off a merit badge, pushing his green truck home from mutual so we could work off our hyperness. He will always have a special place in my heart. Thanks to the Bills family for sharing your husband and father with me and all the scouts through out the years.
Thank you Vaughn! Standing in the light snow, you wouldn't tie my tent lines, but you stood there and showed me over and over how to do it. You required we follow the uniform rules, and that we know and complete merit badge requirements before getting them. You didn't panic when we got lost for a day near Mirror lake, you just found us. I don't think it's possible today, but you just let us be boys. And you set an example for the type of men we should grow into.
I have this very vivid memory of sitting in Wheeler Oliphant's camper with Vaughn and somebody else in a campground at Arches National Park. The wind was howling and dirt was blowing everywhere so you couldn't be outside. We were there with the youth for an outing. Vaughn was telling stories about his experiences with the youth. I don't think I have ever laughed so hard listening to his stories. I remember in particular one story he told about going river rafting with Don Rich. It was so hilarious. When I served as bishop, Vaughn was our "go-to" guy for so many things. I loved Vaughn. I valued our friendship. I will miss him. Judy joins me in extending our love to the family.
What a great uncle I have in Uncle Vaughn, and a special family. When I was trying to go to school and raise my little daughter, Molly, he gave over the pears on his backyard tree so I could pick and can them so we would have something in the pantry. He would be out there setting up ladders for me and telling me great stories, too. He was a respecter of persons. He always made me feel special with a warm hug and a happy hello. You were never just a kid with Vaughn, you were an important person, and I love him dearly. Now he is there with 'almost' all the family again- what a grand and happy gathering that must be-- Grandpa, Grandma, Vaughn and Dad. The thought of it all just makes me smile and think of all the good old times that we have had together.