FOLLOW_UP FROM GRANDMA HAFEN: The first picture of daddy is not at the time of his marriage but much earlier, probably a high school or earlier picture. The 8 x 10 pictures I have up to Pine Valley on the little table by the front door is what I considered the pictures of mother and daddy at the time of their marriage
The second picture, the formal photo, was not for the bank president. That picture was taken by Lynn Clark on the day that Richard and I got married, June 17, l967 and was taken in Brent's living room in their home when Lynn was taking our wedding pictures because we were married there. We asked Lynn if she would take a picture of daddy too, as he hadn't had a picture taken of him for years. I was always sorry he/we never had another formal picture taken of him.
Snow Family Reunion Short HistoryOne year I was the left to close up our house for the winter and as I was driving the wagon up the ridge out of town, a still small voice kept telling me to go back to the house. I was loaded and so far out of town that I resisted the warning. But the feeling persisted so I turned the horses around and drove back into Pine Valley to find the wood box in the kitchen on fire. This was always a testimony to me that we need to heed the promptings of the spirit.
I loved my work running my grocery store all those years and I raised and sold herford cattle. I was Mayor of St. George and then later I found myself in a whole new career as a bank president. ( Dixie State Bank) This was a challenge which I enjoyed because it gave me a whole new lease on life after my heart surgery. I enjoyed helping people and this
was a new way to help them achieve their needs and hopes and dreams.
Quick of Wit, Nimble of Brain,
Mathamatics brought me fame.
A compassionate heart and listening ear
My hereford cows and horse were dear.
Stories galore, and plenty of hard work,
No chore on earth did I ever shirk.
written by Sheron and Alice
JETER CLINTON SNOW
By Alice Holland
My memories of Clint go back a long way. He was only a few years older than I and since the St. George summers were so hard on my mother, we spent every summer until I was 8 or 9 in Pine Valley. We'd go up the day after school was out and return the day before school started in the Fall. They were marvelous times. We had no TV. We did not even have electric lights. We "played out" in the street evenings; Run Sheepie Run, Kick the Can, or Prisoner's Base. Sometimes we'd have a potato or corn roast.
There was always plenty of work in the day. Mainly we helped the women in the kitchen, picking and shelling peas, shucking corn or digging and scrubbing new potatoes but now and then we'd tromp the hay. Clint or George would pitch the piles of hay up onto the hay wagon and we'd be up atop and lightly tromp it down so it would stay in place and not slide off. One time as they pitched up the hay pile a blow snake came wiggling down through the hay. We were all jumping to get out of the way!
One of my favorite memories of Pine Valley is seeing Clint and George taking the shiney copper buckets out to the barn and bringing them back full of milk which they separated in the separator which stood in the pantry.
I remember when Clint went off to the University of Utah. I know little of his experiences there, but I do know he was a very brilliant student. he never lost that, for in my student days at Dixie he used to help me. I was a fair math student but whenever I was stumped on a hard problem, he could always solve it for me. I never asked him a question he could not answer, nor gave him a problem he could not solve.
I remember when he was courting Wanda. She had another boy friend and was trying to decide between them. We so hoped she would choose Clinton for we knew no one could be better, or nicer or more good looking.
Then the boys started the 0. P. Skaggs Stores in St. George. William was running the one in Cedar City and Clint was to run the one in St. George. They came out with a 5 cent loaf of white bread. The store was excellent
competition to 0. K. Market across the street on the Boulevard ( then it was Highway 91) and to Mathis Market down on Tabernacle.
Clint was an excellent manager and hard worker with a pleasing personality. Everyone like him ... well almost everyone. Frank worked for him for a number of years driving the 0. P. Skaggs truck to Salt Lake. He had great admiration for Clint and considered him his best friend. Jeff worked for him for a time as a stock boy and bagger. Herb worked in the store and later when they had the lockers, he helped there with the deer. When they started the lockers, they took care of the hunter's deer, wrapped or waxed them and stored them in the lockers.
Clint was always especially thoughtful and generous. If he thought anyone needed a job or needed money, he always found a job for them. He was particularly but not exclusively generous that way with extended family members. I remember his worrying about some of his old friends who had fallen on hard times. He found work for them
He was generous with gifts from the store; produce, turkeys, meats at Thanksgiving, Christmas or anytime he thought there was a need. I doubt anyone has any idea how much of this he did ... but it was immense. He was always generous with our family and never failed to bring Mama, his second from the oldest sister, a gift from the store at Christmas. Sometimes it was a fancy tray of candied fruits and nuts, sometimes more practical gifts...apples or oranges or a turkey.
When B. Glenn Smith opted not to give Erma the scholarship she had earned to BYU, Clint offered to pay her way. She managed to get by with less than $100 from him, which Dad eventually paid back but at the time it was a great blessing to us.
She also tells, with much chagrin, of a time when Clint was at school and probably getting along on as little as she did when she wrote and asked him if he could find her a card with 6 jacks and a little ball like someone had brought her friend from Salt Lake. Soon she received a package from him full of jacks (she thinks there was at least 100) and a ball. He had taken time from his busy schedule and used his meager student funds to get her what she wanted.
He did so many things for so many people that no one ever knew about ... paying for operations for people who needed them but could not afford them; helping the handicapped. Phyllis Bracken sings his praises for all he did for Jim Bracken and she says Dex and Brent continued taking care of Jim after Clint was gone. He did scores of things that will never be known for he did not let "his right hand know what his left hand did."
Clint was totally honest. You could trust him with anything ...your last dime or your deepest secret. I think he has never cheated a living (or dead) soul in his lifetime. At one time an old couple came into the store to buy several hundred pounds of flour for their two year supply. Now Clint was there to sell flour and he was also a religious man and followed the prophets. He could not with clear conscience sell an old couple on limited income that much flour that would surely get weevils before they could use it up. He talked them out of it.
He was a hard worker and was never afraid of any task, however large or hard. Aunt LaRue says none of Grandpa Snow's children know how to play, they only know how to work. He was also a spiritual man and truly great Christian although there were times in his life when the "ox was in mire" and he may not have followed the traditional pattern for at times like inventory, he had to work on Sunday. The store was such a success not only because of his brilliant mind and good management, but also because of the extremely long hours he put in.
Clint was called to be financial clerk of the College Ward. My brother, Marion, was involved in the ward also. He says the good Clint and Wanda did at that time is unmeasurable, both financially and socially as well as spiritually. Clint, among other things, bought them a Sacrament Service including a beautiful table cloth. Wanda assisted greatly in the newly formed Relief Society. They spent time with the students, often having them in their home and did much to increase their faith and self-esteem as well as improving their organization abilities. They were a light to untold numbers of students.
A spiritual experience he had early in his life made a great impression on him. He cherished it and shared it in his talks especially when he was on the High Council. It happened when he was the last one to leave
Pine Valley. The folks had all moved down and he was left to shut everything up for the winter. As he was driving up the knoll leaving town, he kept getting the feeling he should go back. When the feeling continued and he could no longer ignore it, he returned to the house and found the woodbox on fire from a spark. He was able to quickly extinguish the blaze with little harm done but he was very aware of what could have happened had he not listened to the warning. With no one to note the blaze and no fire department to call, the house would have been totally gone.
Clint was never showy, never put himself forward. Everything he did he did quietly and because there was a need where he could help. It was never to advance himself in anyone's eyes. He was always thoughtful and generous to Frank and me and our family. When we were still on our mission but Jeff had returned from his and reported to the High Council, of which J. C. was a member, he wrote us a beautiful letter, saying he was not one to write but he was so impressed with what Jeff had learned and what he had done with what he'd learned, he could not help writing to tell us so. He said he had never heard such an excellent mission report and wanted us to know.
In my estimation Jeter Clinton Snow was one of the great men of all generations. His father, Jeter Snow, for whom he was named was a great man and Clint was very, very much like him. J. C. Snow was brilliant, totally honest, generous to a fault, had total integrity and great spirituality.
The world needs more Jeter Clinton Snows!
I have not mentioned his years as Mayor. He did his work as Mayor just as he did in managing the store or doing his work in the Church.. brilliant, organized, aware of needs and always putting the City, its citizens and needs above his own, again showing total integrity and absolute honesty. Clara Cottam, who worked with him at the City, says he was one of the greatest Mayors St. George ever had.
