Resilience

Both Uncle Lewis and Uncle LeGrande served in World War II. My favorite memory of the Foy uncles and my dad Forest was at a Foy party. They were huddled together plotting a practical joke. The planning must have been half the fun because they were more than laughing: hooting, giggling and altogether enjoying themselves.



Left to Right. Back Row: Lewis Call, LeGrande Brough, Connie Foy, Leslie Foy, Forest Barker, Gerald Moore. Front Row: Jean Call, Julia Brough, Florence Foy, Inez Barker, Sarah Moore.

 I got to thinking about them after reading the article "Accidental Hero: Human Kindness in the Midst of Holocaust Horror" today in the Deseret News. Marta Fuchs told the story of her father whose life was saved by a Hungarian named Zoltan Kubinyi, a compassionate work camp officer. Zoltan was posthumously given the designation of Righteous Among Nations for his protection of Jews and among those memorialized each year at this time of year during Yom HaShoah, a national day of remembrance in Israel.

In addition to the moving story told about this hero, Fuchs tells how important it is to know and retell family history. Her father had, like so many survivors of wars, kept his horrifying experiences private until his daughter volunteered their family for a library project. Marta says, "I believe that knowing your history is knowing who you are. It gives you a sense of direction and continuity. We are all shaped by that."

In explaining the Israeli memorial the article quotes Rabbi Jonathan Sacks, "We cannot bring the dead back to life, but we can bring their memory back to life and ensure they are not forgotten." While recording history and remembrance of the participants are worthy goals in themselves, there is a practical result as well. I had read an excerpt of the book Secrets of Happy Families by Bruce Feiler in Parade Magazine which gave validation for teaching family history. Coincidentally, my cousin Linda also posted to the Foy-ever Family Facebook page a link to another article "The Stories that Bind Us" by Fieler detailing "myth-shattering research" which back with scientific evidence the truth that we have been taught since Joseph Smith was given to understand the reference in Malachi to Elijah's mission.   We should not be surprised to find that there are hidden blessings, earthly ones, to doing the genealogical research and sharing the family history stories.

Marshall Duke and Robyn Fivush at Emory University conducted research in the mid-1990s which showed that "the more children know about their family's history, the stronger their sense of control over their lives and the higher their self-esteem. The reason: These children have a strong sense of 'intergenerational self' - they understand that they belong to something bigger than themselves..." These children exhibited more resilience to the vagaries of life (Parade 7).

Love to you all; go out and share a story!
Fawn

Shared by Linda in comments:

From Uncle Lewis' journal:
“We had been on the water about a week and were about a day out of Leyte, a Philippine island. We were to stop here and put off mail and pick up mail to be delivered to the men in Manila another part of the Philippines. During the morning it began to rain, only as it can rain in the South Pacific. It really poured. You couldn’t even see the other ships in the convoy and we were in very close formation. I guess it rained for a good half-hour and then stopped almost instantly. I got out from under my cover and walked to the side of the ship and I saw two torpedoes coming at us. One missed the front of our ship, but not by very far. The second one went behind our ship and hit the one next to us. There was a terrific explosion. It hit towards the back of the ship where the ammunition was stored. It blew it right apart and the back 100-feet sunk in less than a minute taking most of the crew with it. The other part of the ship with its supplies and soldiers just floated away. The front part of these ships was built so that they were almost unsinkable. By this time a Destroyer passed us putting down a smoke screen. They went down each side and the 238 sub-chaser was dropping depth charges. It was only a matter of a few minutes until we couldn’t see any ships the smoke was so thick. One of the protective ships went back and picked up the men off the floating part of the LST that had been torpedoed.

“I want to bear testimony to any one that reads this that God does live and that he does bless those who keep his commandments and serve him. Those torpedoes were meant to hit our ship, but somewhere along the journey the Lord took a hand and they missed the ship that I was on with nine other returned missionaries. We were very close and spent much of our time together. These were the only missionaries or members that I knew about out of all the men on these ships. I am convinced that the Lord directed us and saw that we were all together. He certainly protected us and I thank God for sparing my life."

The Original Foy Cousins: Grandchildren of Tommy

Left to Right: Norman Foy, Inez Foy, Julia Foy, Joe Foy, Gloria  Foy, Lola Foy, Jean Foy

Thomas Bingham Foy, better known as Tommy, was married happily two times, once in his youth to Julliette (Julia) Burr and once in his golden years to Martha Wilcox Westwood. Many children called him Grandpa and looked forward to visiting with him as he traveled from Monticello to Bountiful, to California.

The Foys and Lesters on Vacation

 Tommy and Julia had six children: Edna May, Leslie Thomas, Elsie Viola, Maude Adele, Claude Harold and Fern Angeline. Their names reflected both the popular choices of those born in the Gay Nineties through the turn of the century and tribute given to ancestors. Julia died of tuberculosis, having lived to see only one grandchild. That first grandson, Loyse Melvin Bailey, had been born in 1910 to Edna and Jesse Bailey, so Julia would have been able to joy in those precious first months before her passing in 1912. Tommy, however, was blessed to enjoy all seventeen of his grandchildren.  The youngest, Sarah Ann Foy, was born in 1935 to Leslie and Florence Foy.

After Julia's death, Elsie married early and Leslie went on a mission to Holland, later being called into service during World War I. Edna and Elsie provided three more grandsons before the end of the war: Keith LaVere Bailey, Verle J. Bailey [Flieger], and Gerald Le Roy Tidwell. Both Edna and Elsie lived in southern Utah at this time so the little cousins were able to meet in Moab or Monticello.

Gloria Foy and Julia Foy

Gerald Tidwell far left, Loyse Bailey top center

Jack Lester and
Joe Foy

Keith Bailey

Leslie, Maude and Claude all married during the years 1921 and 1922 so a string of births made it possible for a number of cousins of near ages to play together. Jean Audrey Foy, Lola Gwyn Foy, Julia Mae Foy and Inez Tuttle Foy were added to Leslie's family during the twenties. Jack Foy Lester and Barbara Lee Lester joined the Maude and Harry Lester family during this same decade, while Claude and Vera Foy had born Claude Harold Foy, Jr., Joseph Palmer Foy and Gloria Foy at the same time. The depression years witnessed the additional births of Leslie Tuttle Foy and Sarah Ann Foy to Leslie's brood, Frank R. Lester and Norman Thomas Foy to Maude and Claude's families respectively.
 


From the Story of Thomas Bingham Foy written by Florence Foy:

The children and their families eventually moved throughout the west. For seven years Tommy spent the winters in California with his daughters and the summers in Monticello with his son Claude, stopping off in the spring and fall in Bountiful, Utah, to visit with Leslie's wife and children. It was a delight to Leslie's children and their cousins, uncles and aunts living nearby to listen to Grandpa Foy tell of his many experiences of early frontier days.

Picture taken April 18, 1948, at Bountiful, Utah.
Left: Sarah, Florence, Inez, Julia, Leslie T. Foy. Center: Tommy Foy. Right: Elsie, Fern, Harry, Maude

Front Row: Miriam and Frank. Clockwise from left: Easton and Elsie, 
Walt and Fern, Maude, Lola and Guy, Louise and Jack

Tommy finally grew tired of commuting from family to family, and wanted a home of his own. He married Martha Westwood, a widow from Moab, who he had known all his life. She had a home in Moab so they made their home there. The visits with Grandpa came less often, so the grandchildren valued them even more. As late as two years before Tommy's death he and three of his four daughters traveled to Bountiful, Utah, where they were able to visit with Leslie's family.

As the cousins grew and married, they tried to maintain strong family connections. Lola Foy married Guy Smith and moved to southern California where Edna, Elsie, Maude and Fern lived and had raised their children. Here Lola was able to meet at least one last time with her childhood playmates.

Be sure to take pictures at the next reunion and be sure to post them somewhere for posterity.

Tommy Foy, center,
with his grandchildren, Joe Foy and Jean Foy