Melvin Alonzo Robison (1899-1976)

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Melvin Alonzo Robison
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Uncle Melvin
Born: 7 Apr 1899 Fillmore, Utah
Died: 9 Jul 1976 Fillmore, Utah
Father: Alonzo Franklin Robison
Mother: Gertrude Amelia Peterson
Siblings: Aaron Wayne Robison
Melvin Alonzo Robison
Parley Pratt Robison
Herma Vernell Robison
Evelyn Robison
Spouse: Fauntella Davies
Married:

2 Jun 1919

Fillmore, Utah
Children: Phyllis Augusta Robison
Estell Robison
Melvin Junior Robison
Jarold Robison
Parley Pratt Robison
Eleanor True Robison
Faun Robison
Wayne & Melvin

Tribute

Gifts My Father Gave Me
By Parley Robison, son of Melvin Alonzo Robison

"Childhood is that wonderful time when all you have to do to lose weight is take a bath." And also, "Children are a great comfort in your old age, and they help you reach it sooner, too."

Dad gave me many gifts as I grew up in the homes he and mother provided for us. They were not the kind of gifts that come wrapped in colorful paper and tied with ribbon and bow: my excuse for not fully appreciating them at the time.

When I was a youngster bouncing on his knee, Dad gave me the most beautiful chestnut-sorrel riding horse I ever saw with four white stockings and a star in the middle of his forehead. Though he was young and spirited, he was gentle as a kitten when Dad set me on his back and led him through the orchard and around the dooryard. A couple of days later, Dad bought him back for a penny. It was a case of easy come, easy go. But a penny was a lot of money in those days, and besides, I loved my Dad.

Dad never attended church meetings during my growing up years. He knew that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints was and is the Kingdom of God on the earth, but somehow he didn't feel that he could be a part of its workings. He never offered an explanation, and I was never brave enough to ask.

One evening when I was very young, Granddad Robison asked Dad to attend a priesthood meeting with him. Dad declined the invitation, and Granddad sat for a time and reasoned with him at the kitchen table. Finally, Granddad rose and said, in great frustration, "Well, stay home then!" and the screen door slammed behind him as he left the house. Dad always expressed respect for his father, but with regard to church activity something kept him from following his father's wishes and probably his own.

When I was four or five years old, Dad had child-care duty one day. We played together on the floor and cut out patterns from old newspapers and then we had a serious talk. He asked me to promise him that I would never smoke or drink. I sensed that he wanted to spare me grief and heartache. That promise has been effective in my life. Thank you Dad for a priceless gift.

The time I'm talking about came before television was invented. We didn't have a radio and saw movies only occasionally. Many times sitting around the kitchen table, Dad and Mom told personal experiences and humorous stories about people and happenings in our hometown of Fillmore.

One story Dad told made a great impression on me. When Dad was a young man still in his teens, his younger brother, Parley, was helping put up hay on his father's ranch out in Burbank, Snake Valley, Utah. He must have been either forking off the hay or stacking it when the derrick broke and a piece of it fell and hit him on the head. Granddad had had his leg crushed in a baling machine some time earlier and the bones had been shattered. The doctor had wanted to amputate it at the knee, but Granddad insisted that he piece the bones back together the best he could. Though the leg was not very strong, Granddad carried his sixteen-year-old son a mile and a half in his arms.

Dad was out on the desert tending cattle when Granddad sent word to him of what had happened. Dad rode 70 miles across the desert that night. Arriving at the Sinks early the next morning, he got a fresh horse and rode to Fillmore where his brother's body had been taken.

Sometime later, Parley came to him in a dream and held him in his arms and comforted him. Thank you Dad for a priceless gift.

Dad always spoke of the Church leaders such as Bishop Ren Brunson, the prophet, and other general authorities with utmost respect and appreciation. I knew that he knew that the Church is the Kingdom of God upon the earth. Thank you Dad for a priceless gift.

Dad and Mom gave me brothers and sisters who are the best friends anyone could ever have. We shared the work and the fun of growing up together. On the farm there was plenty to share, and we got well acquainted. Thank you Dad and Mom for a priceless gift.

Dad gave me work to do. From a very early age, there were chores such as cutting and carrying wood for the fires, feeding the chickens and weeding and watering the garden. When we moved to the farm in the Sinks, the same one Granddad had owned earlier, I had a pen full of pigs to feed and haul water for. When those hogs didn't get fed or watered on schedule, there was no fooling anyone, they set up a squeal that could be heard for miles, and the pen was just on the other side of the old tool shed, only fifty or sixty yards from the house. So I hauled water morning, noon, and night. The grain I fed was soaked in a barrel of water to soften it. I learned what it means to be responsible and dependable. Thank you Dad for a priceless gift.

On occasions when Dad introduced me as his son, it was as if he were introducing the crown prince, like he was proud of me.

Dad was honest in his dealing with his fellowmen. He wouldn't think of cheating or taking unfair advantage of anyone, how could he, he had known poverty, hardship, and disappointment: he wished no such problem on others.

Dad almost always had a good riding horse or two. I can see and hear him now riding through the fields when the hay, grain and corn are growing well and whistling as he goes, making a happy sound.

Thank you Dad for a priceless gift.

Sources

  • Despain, Carrie Robison and Garner, Melba Despain. History & Genealogy of the Franklin Alonzo Robison Family, p. 30.
  • Day, Stella H. Builders of Early Millard, p. 163.
  • LDS Family Group Record Collection [Patron Section]
Submitted by: Mrs. Faun Guillette
Family of: Melvin Alonzo Robison & Fauntella Davies
Occupation: Farmer
  • The Progress, Friday, February 11, 1949, page 1, Obituary: Robison, Alonzo Franklin
  • The Salt Lake Tribune, Wednesday, 24 Sep 2003, Obituary: Robison, Melvin Junior
  • Marriage: FHL film #0482022, County Clerk, Millard, Utah, Marriage license records, Book C, 1915-1935, License #196:
...Mr. Melvin A. Robison of Fillmore...Millard...Utah of the age of 20 years and Miss Fauntella Davies of Fillmore...Millard...Utah of the age of 20 years...this 2 day of June 1919
signed: C. H. Day
Marriage Return:
State of Utah, County of Millard
...on the 2 day of June in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and nineteen at Fillmore, in said County...I...a minister of the Gospel....did join...Melvin a. Robison...Millard...Utah and Fauntella Davies...Millard... Utah...according to the Church of Jesus Christ of LDS
Signed: John Cooper, Minister
Signed:
Melvin A. Robison, groom
Fauntella Davies, Bride
Dalles Rogers, witness
Rose Davies, witness
Filed: June 7, 1919
Melvin ROBISON
Birth Date: 7 Apr 1899
Death Date: Jul 1976
Social Security Number: 529-07-5157
State Where Number Was Issued: Utah
Death Residence Zip Code: 84631
Localities:
Fillmore, Millard, Utah
Flowell, Millard, Utah
  • Burial: Fillmore City Corporation. Cemetery Single Line List, by Deceased Name, 22 Apr 1990, p. 42:
ROBISON, Melvin
BLK 33, Lot 2, Grave 1
b. 4-07-1899
d. 7-09-1976
  • Burial: Fillmore City Corporation. Cemetery Master List, by Deceased Name, 13 Jun 1994, p. 395:
ROBISON, Melvin
BLK 33, Lot 2, Grave 1
Father:
Mother:
b. 4-07-1899 Fillmore, Utah
d. 7-09-1976 Fillmore, Utah
bur.
Comments:
Current Owner: Robison, Melvin Deceased
Original Owner: Robison, Melvin