James Willis Moon

Yeah, I remember the pocket knife question! I remember every time we went to visit him, I would rummage through my stuff to find my pocket knife, because I knew that the chances were that he'd ask me if I had it, and give me a lecture if I didn't. Good memory.

Well, mine was the name he never forgot; because it was his mother's name! I remember going to his house in Provo once in a while on Sunday afternoons, and we would race to see who could be the first one on the rock! Oh, and we would always get in fights over who got to sit on the banana chair, which I have now! Triumphant at last! What I remember most is the awesome old furniture he has in his house; the couches, chairs telephone, magnets on the refrigerator, and the stools that sat up to the bar. Oh, and the all the toys, which we have a few of now; the chicken cup, and wooden snake, and all the other toys. Oh, and the trap he had out at the ranch. Then there were those times when you were out at the cabin for something or other, and there would come Willis down the lane on his little John Deere Gator.

There were a few times that I went with grandpa out to fix something on the ranch and he would turn to me and say "Do you have a pocket knife?" Of course I would say no. Then he would explain that whenever he hires any help on the ranch - he would ask to see what the guy had in his pockets - and that every good man worth hiring would have a pocket knife and some matches in his pocket.

His favorite joke was "Have you heard the one about the three holes in the ground? No? Well well well..."

I remember all of his jokes. Especially him telling the "what, no soap?" joke, and laughing so hard he was crying. I never did get that joke...