Myron Ray Nalder,
son of Joseph and Helen Williams Nalder. Born January 25, 1938 in Ogden,
Utah and died December 13, 2017 in Las Vegas, Nevada. Myron was the
oldest of four children. He was raised in Ogden, served a LDS mission in
the Brussels/France Mission, and married Linda Blackham on March 29, 1970.
After Linda’s passing, he married Gigi Johnson on October 25, 2008.
Dad did not want an
obituary, but it would be so “uncouth” to dismiss such a character without some
sort of commemorative tribute. So just as you would start all our family trips
with the roll call, “Fire One!” Well here comes “fire two, three, and so
forth.” This is a tribute to you dad from all your children.
You were a scholar
of books and loved to read. You reveled in expanding your vernacular and
imposing it on your children.
You were a fine
connoisseur of cars with an affinity towards the Ford Tarus, especially the
ones with the weakest of transmissions.
You loved
listening to classical music and working in the yard. If there was ever a
house or yard project, you had a roll of duct tape nearby to do the job.
You had no time
for ignominy for you loved dancing in the grocery store to elevator music or
whistling “Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah” out loud for all to hear.
You had a fashion
sense that would rival any designer. You sported hot pink pants long
before the color “pink” became cool to wear. Your festive tradition of wearing
a green and red plaid wool suit to church around Christmas time set you a bar
above the rest. But I think the favorite was the “hang loose” clam
diggers you wore while doing yard work. Those pants just screamed
“Myron.”
If you could
surround yourself with food, the staples would be nuts, cherry cordials, big
orange circus peanuts, Necco wafers, nips, ice cream, and an occasional drink
of “scuzz.”
During the bitter
cold Utah winters, you kept the basement fire stove going even to the point
where the sides glowed orange and the room was too hot to enter.
As your daughters
got older and more “fair,” you often told them to blacken a tooth and put a
brick on their heads to keep the boys away.
“How are my babes!
How are my babes!” Is what you would say when you wanted to know how your
grandchildren were doing. When the grandchildren came to visit, you would
take them in your arms and go outside to have them shake the trees.
If a birthday
slipped your mind a time or two, we always knew you loved us. You taught us
that “wisdom is more precious than rubies,” and to be “heavy on the love.”
You will be missed
but your legacy will continue to thrive through 6 children, 19 grandchildren,
and one wife. You will be laid to rest
at a graveside service in Farmington, Utah Friday, December 22, 2017 at 11:00
am.
