28 Mar 1926 – 24 Mar 1975
2nd-Great-Granddaughter of Philip Cardon and Martha Marie Tourn
Great-Granddaughter of Jean Cardon and Anna Regula Furrer
Granddaughter of John David Cardon and Elizabeth Nesser
Daughter of John Royal Cardon and Annie Augusta Dahlstsrom
Life Story of Mary Elizabeth Cardon
written by Mary Cardon
I Mary Elizabeth Cardon, Daughter of John Roy Cardon and Annie Augusta Dahlstrom was born in a hospital of Ogden, Utah–29 March 1926. Mother and Dad and my two brothers, Royal Dahlstrom and John Dahlstrom and sister Annie Doris were living in Inkom at the time. Mother went to Ogden, Utah and stayed with her Mother where I was expected.
My sister tells the story when Mother put her hat and coat on and was ready to leave and remembered me.
Was Blessed and given a name 2 May 1926. By my Father John Roy Cardon.
Soon after I was born my brother John caught the measles. Though he was’nt very sick with the measles he was left with Diabetes.
When I was only four I liked very much to go horseback riding. One day my Aunt was visiting. Mother needed yeast cakes to make bread from the store. I got the pony out and my aunt put the bridle on. She was going with but I didn’t understand this. She went in the house for something. I mounted the pony from the wagon and rode off bare-back. the store was 1 1/2 miles away. I rode there and back bringing back the yeast cakes. The only thing that really puzzled my parents was how I got the pony across the bridge because he was always frightened of bridges and had thrown my brother rather than cross. I said “I got the off and lead him across.” “Well how did you get on again?” Mother asked. “I climbed a barbed wire fence and climbed on.”
One experience I remember when I was five. My father had pulled some big weeds and brought them in from the field on his way to dinner. Since I was there he asked me to take them to Dean the bull. The bull was quite fierce and had a ring in his nose and was tied up in the corral. I had always been warned not to go close to him. These weeds were so long I thought the bull would never be able to eat them so I preceded to break them into by putting them in my mouth and pulling them. My tooth must have been a little loose because it came out and blood was everywhere and it frightened me. I went to the house crying with blood all over my face. Of course right away Mother thought bull had knock me down. I was more upset for I didn’t think the bull would be able to break the rest of the weeds up.
About this time my Father was Bishop of the Inkom Ward.
In 1932 my first niece, Mary Elizabeth was born to my sister Doris. She was named after me. The first thing I said upon seeing her was “The baby’s eyes are open”. My sister said of course what did you expect?” I said “kitten eyes are always closed when they are first born.”
Two years later my niece died at 22 monthes of age. My Great Grandmother Anna Caroline Carlson about the same time.
Started first grade in Inkom when I was six years old.
I was baptized by Royal D. Cardon my brother, 31 August 1934 in a stream in Inkom called Clearwater. Confirmed 31 August 1934, by my Father, John Roy Cardon.
In 1935 had my tonsils out and a cyst removed from my chin.
When a little girl my brother Royal had a pet magpie called Maggie. He could talk and his favorite words were “Don’t you do it”. One of my duties was to carry wood in from the wood pile for the stove. Never liked doing it but liked it less when Maggie would sit on top and say “Don’t you do it”. The minute I’d touch the wood he would fly at my hands and peck me.
One day Mother made fresh cinnamon rolls and left some of the butter on the table for Dad a snack. Maggie somehow had gotten in the house unnoticed. She picked the raisins out of the rolls and mixed them in butter and hid them in a basket of clean clothes and in the curtains.
Dad said “Go out to the barn and feed the pony. I found her and her baby that wasn’t much bigger than a rabbit. We bought her and called her Tootsie. After riding all kinds of horses this little one would buck me off. She was soon trained to ride and Dad had Grandfather Dalhstrom, who had been a blacksmith by trade, to make her a chariot and a harness. We had more fun with her. Gave a bath with a hose and tried to teach her tricks and entered her in several parades.
When I was ten in July 1936 my Beloved Mother Annie August Dalhstrom died after and operation for gall stones.
It was my duty to cook and take care of the house.
Played a coronet in the school band.
Patriarchal blessing by Brother McComber 17 March 1940. At this time I went to the Logan Temple with a geneology group from Inkom Ward. Was baptized for fourteen dead.
On our farm we raised a number of things mostly strawberries and raspberries. Dad raised the best strawberries. Though at the time picking strawberries got very tiresome.
I always loved horses and would climb on any. My brother had bought a high spirited horse. I begged him to let me ride. He finally let me. The horse started with a leap. My straw hat hit him and frightened him. That was the swiftest ride I ever had. My brother was trying to get his car started but was unable. In the mean time I did get control of the horse and met them coming to pick up the pieces.
December 7, 1941 when World War II started I’ll always remember. It was on Sunday after church. John, some friends and I took the horses and sleigh and went up into the mountains for a Christmas tree. This is the first time we ever got our own tree. When we got home Dad told us that the Japanese had attacked Pearl Harbor and we were at war.
WEILAND
Mary Elizabeth Weiland of Highland Park, beloved wife of Henry C.; dear mother of Linda Calgaro, Kathryn and Kenneth Radicek; stepmother of Constance Emenecker, Pamela Barksdale and Carol Mandernach; devoted grandmother of 14.
Visitation after 4 p.m. Tuesday at Kelley & Spalding Funeral Home, 1787 Deerfield Road, Highland Park. Funeral 1:30 p.m., Wednesday, March 26 at Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Days Saints, 2701 Lake Street, Wilmette, Interment St. Mary Teckny, 831-4260
-Published in the Chicago Tribune, Tue, Mar 25, 1975, Page 10 Section 3 (38)
-Published in the Chicago Tribune, Wed, Mar 26, 1975, Page 14 Section 3 (44)
Saint Mary’s Cemetery, Northbrook, Cook County, Illinois
