Floyd Christensen

Floyd with neice Melinda Christensen

The History of Floyd Ephriam Christensen

Floyd Ephriam Christensen born July 11,1911 in Spanish Fork, Utah, to Einer and Rebecca

Christensen. He worked with his father on the family farm and attended Thurber Elementary School

on oin Street, He attended Central Junior High and Spanish Fork High School.

When he was nine years old his mother contracted Typhoid Fever and was in bed for a long time. Floyd worked on the farm, because he was the oldest and could do more than his brother who was helping his mother.

Floyd was born with only one lung and so he could not participate in school sports.

Rebecca's illness took all the money they made on the farm and all of their savings went to paying for doctors, nurses and medication. As a result the payments were not made on the land and the bank was going to for close. Einer wrote to President Franklin D Roosevelt and he interceded with the bank and they were able to keep the farm. Floyd quit school and went to work on the railroad to make the payments to the bank. Grandpa told this story many times and made it plain that because of Floyd's sacrifice the house was his at the death of his parents.

After working on the section for a lot of years he moved back home to Spanish Fork. He purchased a farm and started farming. Einer always said he was the best farmer of all of them. Floyd loved farming and it showed in his craft.

In the 40's Floyd developed pneumonia and was hospitalized and given massive doses of sulfa. It turned out he was allergic to sulfa and ended up in the state mental hospital to overcome the problems he developed.

As a small boy I worked with Floyd and Grandpa putting up hay, and the peas, and working with the animals. Floyd had kind and caring ways and showed his love for all of us in many ways.

Floyd was a good man and was very gentle with children. He used to love to tend Kenneth's two youngest as their mother went to work and they would go to his home after school. Melinda remembers him playing Barbie’s with her.

On February 4, 1988, Floyd suffered and aneurysm and died while tending Melissa and her brother.

Written By Larry Christensen.

November 7, 2005

Uncle Floyd

Floyd was born one hot

July day

To Einer and Rebecca Christensen

How happy were they

They were delighted and

Filled with joy

At the birth of this_

Their first baby boy,

Floyd grew up in Spanish Fork

And Attended school there.

His folks being farmers_

Taught him to do his share

He was a good boy.

As he grew to adulthood

Pitching in_ doing his part_

As he knew he should.

His road in life was rocky

And full of bumps.

He had many sick spells

T'was hard for him

To take the lumps.

After graduation from high school

He worked on the farm

Until the depression hit

Everyone with alarm.

To save his family's home

Floyd went to work on the railroad.

He was happy to ease

His parents heavy load.

After a few years back to the

Farm he came.

Through out his life_

This was his claim to farm.

For he believed _ a good farmer

Was he.

And the fact is_ we all agree.

Came the time , Floyd was left alone

With no family to call his own.

Kenneth and June came on the scene.

They adopted each other

As it should have been

Their children became the

Grandchildren he never had

And he took the place of

their own granddad.

T'was a beautiful relationship

Of love, service and caring.

For each one, it filled a void_

A rich reward of sharing.

Now Floyd has gone to the

Other side.

And we are left to review

His life with pride.

By Thlema Christensen

If anyone has any more information on floyd please send it to me and I will add it to this post.