The Life and Times of Helon Henry Tracy, Mormon Polygamist: A True Story Of The Practice Of Polygamy With Its Divine Purpose Being To Raise Up A Right (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9781439208465)

Donald Ray Hall was the fourth of five sons, born August 21, 1924, in Ogden, Utah, to Howard and Florence Tracy Hall. Just as the family was getting established the Great Depression of the 1930's limited their economic development, as was the case with many families. Yet, they struggled through those years learning of love and compassion for those around them as they tried to elevate each other in their very difficult and trying circumstances. Their next great challenge came with the outset of World War II when it became necessary to rise in defense of the great principles upon which our nation was established. The four older sons became involved in that war while the younger one fought in Korea. Such actions were taken in order to preserve those ideals that would preserve us as a nation while establishing those same principles in other lands that could result in more harmonious living with each other. That never-ending struggle continues to this day. Following his 3-year service in World War II, Donald served 2-1/2 years as a missionary in Argentina for his LDS church. This happened during the dictatorial reign of Juan and Evita Peron, which was an illuminating experience for him to witness the abuse of power, which they exercised. Upon returning home Donald married and with his wife Louise had five boys before they had their only girl. Twin boys born to them lived only one day. He graduated from Weber Jr. College with an associate degree in 1950; followed, in 1952, by a Bachelor's Degree in Social Studies from the University of Utah, with a teaching certificate in secondary education. He greatly enjoyed his teaching years and in so-called retirement enjoys photography and historical research to keep him busy-along with the 14 grandchildren and 8 great-grandchildren that he and Louise now have. A footnote to my military experience. My brother Wendell and I enlisted and went into the army together on April 8, 1943. He went one way and I another. At the war's end, on June 10, 1945, we met in England in one of the greatest surprises of my life. Read about that happening on pages 348-360.