This is a picture of my Dad and Mom on their 50th Wedding Anniversary. I
will share one of the experiences I vividly recall since it has to do with the
character and reputation of one of Banida's long time residents—my Father: The arrangement we had was that any money we
may have earned by working on the farm was deposited in the First Security Bank
in Preston. When I left for college in
1946, I had just turned 17, and it was the first time I had ever had a personal
checking account. I took off in the
little black 1937 Ford coupe that Blaine and I had been driving for a year or
so during high school.
Needing some money, I went into the First Security Bank branch in Logan
to cash my first check. The teller
looked at my 5 feet six inch height and all of 127 pounds and apparently
thought that perhaps I didn't really have a personal checking account. She said, "Wait just a
minute." She left and in a few
moments returned and said, "Come with me." I followed her into the corner office where
the Bank President was located. I
remember the big desk and the high backed chair. He didn’t appear particularly friendly.
The man stared at me for a few moments and asked, "What is your
name?"
As I recall, my response was, "Junior Christensen" since that
is what I was called all the way through high school.
"Where are you from?"
he asked me. "Who is your
father?"
"Joseph A. Christensen," I responded.
That is when he took a deep breath and what seemed like a sigh of
relief. He clasped his hands behind his
head, leaned back in his chair and said, "I know your father. He is an honest and hard-working man. You can write your check out for any amount
you need."
That let me know that I was drinking water from wells I hadn't dug and
eating fruit from trees I had not planted.
I had inherited something that I could not buy with money and for it I
am grateful.
Goldie at 50th Wedding Anniversary
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