Joe Ann Bowman
Birthplace
· Harper, Utah
Occupations
· Lerners Clothing Store Employee
· 1st National Bank Employee (Central Files Department)
Accidents / Hardships
· “One early, dark and foggy morning I was crossing a five-way intersection to get to my bus stop to go to work when I was struck by a car.”
o It gouged her leg and gave her a concussion.
Hobbies / Interests
· Reading, Entertaining, Pianist, Home decorating, Sewing, Swimming
Dating / Spouse
· While working and living in Portland she received a letter from her mother. “Mom mentioned that there was a handsome young missionary in their area that she was having to dinner often with his partner. She wrote if she were a young girl she could surely fall for him.”
· The very evening she came home to the to visit, the two elders happened to stop by. “Two big football player types walked toward me and when I looked into the bright, blue eyes of the Elder in front I knew this was the ‘one’. His name was Elder Roy H. Miller of Salem, UT and he looked pretty darn good to me.”
· After meeting him she went back to Portland, handed in her resignation and moved back home to the farm.
Favorite Childhood Things
· “Munching on popcorn or chewing a juicy apple and reading a good book,” Swimming, Ice Skating
Schooling
· She was a self-proclaimed tomboy but was extensively involved in school activities:
o Cheerleader, Volleyball, Piano Accompanist to the School Choruses, Band (Snare Drum)
Interesting Fact
· Talked Gordon, age 4, into running away with her (age 7), packed their wagon full of supplies, they camped out on a hill above the town but got spooked by the night sounds and ran home. (Honeyville)
· Lived in a refinished mortuary, “My kitchen was where they did the embalming when it had been the mortuary. (Ha,Ha!)”
Children
· 4 children:
o Vickie Lynn, Rodney B, Chris B, Jennifer Susan
Event / Memories
· Lots of times I remember wearing folded up newspaper in the bottom of my shoe when there was a hole in the sole. We girls also had to wear underpants made from flour sacks most of the time. (Honeyville, during the Depression)
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