Joan’s father, Collins Telle Cannon, was born in 1888 and studied civil engineering at the University of Utah. Collins was one of the youngest children born into the large polygamous family of George Q. Cannon.
Collins’ father, left, served in the First Presidency of the LDS Church and was well-known, probably an understatement.
Joan’s mother was Ida May Burton, born in Ogden in 1894, the fourth of eight children.
Ida May’s paternal grandfather, William Walton Burton, standing center, had married three sisters, ultimately moving his family to Star Valley to escape persecution from federal marshals.
Aunt Joan’s maternal grandparents were Joseph Fielding Burton and his wife Mary Ann Driver. Joseph was born in Utah in 1861, the grandson of British converts. Mary Ann celebrated her first birthday on the plains in 1866.
Joan’s paternal grandmother was Martha Telle Cannon, who lived in Nauvoo as a young child. Martha is shown here with Betsy, Joan’s oldest sister, who was born in Salt Lake City in 1915.
Joan’s grandfather, George Q. Cannon, posed for this picture in 1868 at the time of his marriage to Martha Telle. Martha was his fourth wife, and George was 61 years old when Joan’s father Collins was born.
Joan was just one of my many aunts, and she also had many aunts. These are the sisters of her mother. Ida May is second from the left.
|Ida May and Collins, known to me as Nana and Daddy Cannon, married in 1915. Nana had three children within the next 37 months.|
At the end of World War I, Daddy Cannon moved his family from Salt Lake City to Logan where he opened a woolen mill. Although he had a partner, Grandfather borrowed the money and managed the operation. At that time, the two youngest children in the family were Dad and his sister Maydae, whose official name was Ida Mae. They are shown here modeling sweaters and caps for a catalog advertising the mill’s merchandise.
|Joan was born in the spring of 1927. Of course, her family completely adored her.|
Little Joan was enumerated with her family in 1930, not long after their move to Salt Lake City.
Joan’s family stayed in Salt Lake City for the next decade. She had a happy childhood with her sisters, all shown here, plus friends (top left) in abundance.
Joan dearly loved her family throughout her life. As a child, her closest sibling was Janet who was just three years older.
This photograph was taken about 85 years ago, in front of the family’s rented home on D Street. Snow is on the ground, and Joan is coatless. Perhaps this was a February like the one we are having this year.
I love seeing Joan with barrettes. I can easily imagine Nana fussing with Joan’s hair and asking her to sit still.
Joan missed out on the doll-Christmas in Logan, but perhaps this doll carried over from that event. Knowing now what no one knew at the time, this picture is quite tragic and breaks my heart. This photo portends the great tragedy Joan would face.
By 1936, Joan’s two oldest sisters and her only brother had graduated from high school and were out of the house.
At that time, Dad had finished his officer training in California and he and Mom were living in Seattle. Joan lived with them. Mom, a registered nurse, was by this time the mother of a son, Phil, whom Joan adored.
About the time the War ended, Joan and her parents returned to Salt Lake City.
Reid had served on a battleship in the Pacific. Near the end of the war, kamikaze pilots attacked. One plane crashed into the ship, causing tremendous damage. The captain ran the ship aground to prevent its sinking. Reid lost many friends that day.
Reid and Joan married in 1946. Their first baby was born the next year. He was almost two months premature and only lived one day. They were devastated.
Portraits of Barbara and Tommy hung in Nana’s living room by the front door for thirty years where everyone saw them as they entered and left the house. No one ever forgot these children.
Three years after Barbara and Tommy's deaths, Daddy Cannon passed away. Not long after this, Joan dreamed that she saw her father. In this dream he told her, “I have seen the children, and they are fine.” This dream brought great peace to Joan.
After losing their father in 1961, these Cannon siblings lost their oldest sister Betsy in 1979.
In 1983, the same year my mother died, Nana joined her husband in death.
|Dad was Joan’s next sibling to die. Reid and Joan came to his funeral, which was held in Salt Lake City in 2003. My sister-in-law Kay stands with Joan and Reid in this photograph.|
Maydae and Joan were close, and Joan took Maydae’s death in 2011 very hard. Aunt Maydae was a guiding force for good to all of our family.
Joan’s older sister Janet died just a few days before Reid passed away last year, leaving Joan the very last one of her generation in our family.
Last night, Aunt Joan, eight weeks before her 91st birthday, quietly slipped beyond the veil, joining her children, her husband, and countless relatives for a wonderful reunion. Laurie was with Joan during her final days.