dedication

Our kind and gentle husband, Father and Grandfather returned home to his loving Father in Heaven on December 13, 2003 in St George, Utah. Paul L Hebdon, Sr. was born on February 2, 1922 in Nampa, Idaho to Lorenzo Lars Hebdon and Ora Cloward Hebdon.
He was a man of integrity and compassion who taught his children by his quiet example. He was part of one of the first graduating classes of Ogden High School in Ogden, Utah and went on to serve his country in France in World War II. He served as a volunteer fireman in Price, Utah and was a lifetime member of the Elks. On August 14th 1942 he married his precious and lifelong sweetheart, Mildred L. Davenport ("Millie"). Together they raised four children and created many wonderful memories along the way. Dad had a little "Gypsy" blood in him, moving many times; from Ogden, UT to Price, UT to many areas of San Diego, CA, back to Ogden, to San Diego again, back to Price and finally settling in St. George, UT. Mom was always at his side with love and support. On family vacations and outings he loved to explore. We often heard him say, "lets see what is down the road". He loved making creations of wood and baking zucchini muffins and cookies. Dad was an avid reader with an extensive vocabulary. We never needed a Thesaurus when he was nearby.
He is survived by his wife of 61 years, Millie; three daughters, Linda (Kevin) Sittloh of Spring Valley, CA, Kathleen (Frank) Snow of St. George, UT and Jeri (Charles) Dabling of Centerville, UT; and one son Paul L Hebdon jr. of St. George, UT.
He is survived by 13 grandchildren, many great grandchildren, his brother Neil (Nancy) Randall and his sister Jane (Tom) Zito. His father ,mother,and three brothers precede him in death.
We will miss him so much and look forward to his smile, his hugs and his wisdom again in the future.
By Jeri Dabling Published in the Ogden Standard Examiner

I remember being eight or nine years old and always taking a trip up to see my Grandparents at the little trailer that they kept up near Pine Valley,CA. They used it for their weekend retreat in the mountains. Being a young boy, I would look forward to playing in the surrounding hills. Sometimes I was a soldier battling whatever enemy I could conjure up, other times I was Jim Bridger out on a hunt. I would also spend hours behind the trailer just playing with my Hot Wheels.
As I got older my Grandfather and I would often spend the day fishing local lakes. On one trip to lake Morena the two of us rented a boat and got it stuck in shallow water way in the back of the lake where few people would go. We spent some time trying to get the boat free, and I was worried we would never get out of there. Grandpa was calm and cool and knew that with some patience we would be all right...And he was right.
As I became a teenager I spent less and less time with him. I was about 18 when my Grandparents moved back to Utah. In the past ten years I have seen them only once, because of this I feel ashamed.
When Grandpa died it did not really hit me til the funeral when I spent hours listening to people telling of their time with him. Telling of how he had never in his life said an angry or hateful word to Grandma, or how he never laid a hand on his children when they had done something wrong. He had his own calm and loving way of showing his disappointment in their wrong doings. My Grandmother never in her life had a drivers license or drove a car. She never needed one, if she needed anything or wanted to go somewhere, he was always there for her. I know of no other person including myself that these same things could be said of.
Back when I was 8 I remember telling him that one day I would buy a house in Pine Valley so that I would always be in the mountains. He died two months after I bought it. I regret that he never had the chance to come visit my retreat in the mountains.
Grandpa is out there exploring and finding all the good fishing spots again. Until I catch up to him on the trail, I will try to be the Man,Husband, Father and friend he was and any journeys I take I dedicate to him.
Charles Paul Wade

On April 17,2005 in St.George Utah, Grandma joined Grandpa on the trail. They are again together and together may they see what is down the road.