Alma Herman Buhler was born on January 16, 1892 in Midway, Wasatch, Utah, United States to Gottfred Buhler and Louisa Barben Buhler. He was a 9 lb. baby and was a husky guy all of his life.

He started milking cows at 4 yrs of age. He began sawing wood at a young age, with his dad marking the blocks of wood, and him doing the sawing. He hauled hay. As a young man, he took care of hauling milk by horse team. He hauled milk in Midway, Heber, and Charlseton for many years. He had three teams of horses to keep him going. He also hauled coal for his dad's house, store, and creamery. There was a time when he hauled ice for the creamery. For a time he plowed some 50 acres of land, getting 100 lbs. of flour for every acre he plowed. The flour went to his dad to sell. He shoveled coal for a while, unloading a 60 ton railroad car per day, alone. He enjoyed stick pulling, and once beat a champion.

One time in delivering some meat to some prospectors at Snake Creek, he was chased by a bear. He told how the horses alerted him that something was wrong. He said, "He kept a comin' and the horses started a going and I went down around that hill lickety cut and every time I looked back this bear was hanging there on his head on the buckboard". He said he was pret' scared to look back any more, but when he got out of the canyon, the bear was gone.

He was once caught in a snow slide. He was once caught in a cave in. He credited the Lord with saving his life.

His mother passed away when he was 22 yrs old. He was one on the oldest, but he talked of his family being split up.

He married Hazel Selina Loveridge on Oct. 18, 1916. They began to have children, 11 in all, 7 boys and 4 girls. Three of the girls were his first three children. He use to sit them in his lap and sing, "I'm forever blowing bubbles".

He had built up quite a nice home with some of the 1st gas lights in Highland, Utah, Utah, United States. During the depression, he lost this lovely home and a large part of his farm. He moved his family of about 7 individuals to a shack across the street. For the 1st winter, they had a dirt floor, and the children slept in a beet box (about the size of a wagon bed) just outside of the house with a tent over it. They put three beds there. They put hot rocks in the beds at night, and prayed that the tent would stay up against the winter, and it did! Alma had broken his arm while putting rocks at the bottom of a well he had dug, and then on the way home from the doctor, he was in an accident and broke some ribs. They had some hard times, including a Christmas when they thought they would have nothing for the children, but a kind member off the city fire dept. brought some toys.

So when spring came and trees were delivered for an orchard, he helped his wife with one good arm and they planted the trees. After the 1st year in this smaller home, he put in a wood floor. They added on to the home for a place for the children to sleep.

When his children were young, he played baseball with them. Some of his children said he could have been a big league pitcher.

He lost Hazel in 1963. He spent a lot of time doing temple work for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. When his son Lyman had been erecting a home, Lyman and Carol had lived with Alma. When the home was completed, Alma went to live with Lyman's family. He had been a generally quiet and shy man, who worked hard on his own farm. He sent several sons on missions and he helped keep his brother in the mission field. He said that money was well spent. He felt that all of his children married well, and he was proud of them and of his grandchildren.

He was a man of faith, gratitude, and love.