Shelby R Adams was born 19 March 1925 in Provo, to William D and Nettie Rhea Brady Adams. He was their third son and attended Lincoln and Spencer in Orem. Growing up in a house full of boys, he learned from his father to be a hard worker, a trait he passed on to his own children. Times were hard, but the family thrived with gardens, orchards and farm animals; he learned the joys of bringing forth the fruits of his labors.
They say that the face of "Timp" cannot be climbed, but being adventurous from a young age, the Adams boys did it, despite all odds, and coming home without any broken bones or need of rescuing.
At the age of 17, while riding the rails, he met an old hobo who asked him, "With the world at war, young as you are, why aren't you fighting for your country?" That was all it took for Shelby to enlist in the Navy. He served aboard the U.S.S. Ammen during WW II, a Destroyer, as a Boiler Maker. Several times their ship was attacked by Kamikaze pilots while he was on board. After the truce, he went home, married Barbara E Hope, and started his family.
After their first child was born, their marriage was solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple. When Barbara was expecting their third child, the Korean Conflict broke out, and he went to sea once more.
Shelby served on the Provo City Police Reserves as a volunteer officer. Shelby also started his own plumbing business in order to provide for his growing family. At one time, in his early career, he was buried in a trench that had collapsed. His brother had been watching him when the cave-in occurred and they hurried to dig him out. He told me "It doesn't hurt to die."
Shelby and Barbara had a family of twelve children; The youngest being only two weeks old when their grandchildren started to come along. Shelby retired from the Provo City Building Inspection Department, then spent a few years doing what he had always dreamed of: touring the country at his leisure.
Never one to stop working, even while going through chemo therapy and radiation for his Lymphoma cancer, which he contracted during the war after his ship landed at Hiroshima after the bomb, he was at work on projects only a week up to his passing.
The motto he had for himself was: "I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none." He had a great knowledge of many things, being a constant learner, yet felt all his knowledge was never good enough. He taught everything he knew to his sons and a few of his daughters, enough to make them self-sufficient in so many things, that we would rarely need to ask for help.
We thank you Dad, for all the lessons you gave us in life, for your patience in our failings, the pride you took in the little things we accomplished, and most of all, the love that you gave to each and every one of us...no matter what we did...you were still always there to bring us back home in our greatest times of need, and help us get back on our feet.
They say that the face of "Timp" cannot be climbed, but being adventurous from a young age, the Adams boys did it, despite all odds, and coming home without any broken bones or need of rescuing.
At the age of 17, while riding the rails, he met an old hobo who asked him, "With the world at war, young as you are, why aren't you fighting for your country?" That was all it took for Shelby to enlist in the Navy. He served aboard the U.S.S. Ammen during WW II, a Destroyer, as a Boiler Maker. Several times their ship was attacked by Kamikaze pilots while he was on board. After the truce, he went home, married Barbara E Hope, and started his family.
After their first child was born, their marriage was solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple. When Barbara was expecting their third child, the Korean Conflict broke out, and he went to sea once more.
Shelby served on the Provo City Police Reserves as a volunteer officer. Shelby also started his own plumbing business in order to provide for his growing family. At one time, in his early career, he was buried in a trench that had collapsed. His brother had been watching him when the cave-in occurred and they hurried to dig him out. He told me "It doesn't hurt to die."
Shelby and Barbara had a family of twelve children; The youngest being only two weeks old when their grandchildren started to come along. Shelby retired from the Provo City Building Inspection Department, then spent a few years doing what he had always dreamed of: touring the country at his leisure.
Never one to stop working, even while going through chemo therapy and radiation for his Lymphoma cancer, which he contracted during the war after his ship landed at Hiroshima after the bomb, he was at work on projects only a week up to his passing.
The motto he had for himself was: "I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none." He had a great knowledge of many things, being a constant learner, yet felt all his knowledge was never good enough. He taught everything he knew to his sons and a few of his daughters, enough to make them self-sufficient in so many things, that we would rarely need to ask for help.
We thank you Dad, for all the lessons you gave us in life, for your patience in our failings, the pride you took in the little things we accomplished, and most of all, the love that you gave to each and every one of us...no matter what we did...you were still always there to bring us back home in our greatest times of need, and help us get back on our feet.
Shelby R Adams was born 19 March 1925 in Provo, to William D and Nettie Rhea Brady Adams. He was their third son and attended Lincoln and Spencer in Orem. Growing up in a house full of boys, he learned from his father to be a hard worker, a trait he passed on to his own children. Times were hard, but the family thrived with gardens, orchards and farm animals; he learned the joys of bringing forth the fruits of his labors.
They say that the face of "Timp" cannot be climbed, but being adventurous from a young age, the Adams boys did it, despite all odds, and coming home without any broken bones or need of rescuing.
At the age of 17, while riding the rails, he met an old hobo who asked him, "With the world at war, young as you are, why aren't you fighting for your country?" That was all it took for Shelby to enlist in the Navy. He served aboard the U.S.S. Ammen during WW II, a Destroyer, as a Boiler Maker. Several times their ship was attacked by Kamikaze pilots while he was on board. After the truce, he went home, married Barbara E Hope, and started his family.
After their first child was born, their marriage was solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple. When Barbara was expecting their third child, the Korean Conflict broke out, and he went to sea once more.
Shelby served on the Provo City Police Reserves as a volunteer officer. Shelby also started his own plumbing business in order to provide for his growing family. At one time, in his early career, he was buried in a trench that had collapsed. His brother had been watching him when the cave-in occurred and they hurried to dig him out. He told me "It doesn't hurt to die."
Shelby and Barbara had a family of twelve children; The youngest being only two weeks old when their grandchildren started to come along. Shelby retired from the Provo City Building Inspection Department, then spent a few years doing what he had always dreamed of: touring the country at his leisure.
Never one to stop working, even while going through chemo therapy and radiation for his Lymphoma cancer, which he contracted during the war after his ship landed at Hiroshima after the bomb, he was at work on projects only a week up to his passing.
The motto he had for himself was: "I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none." He had a great knowledge of many things, being a constant learner, yet felt all his knowledge was never good enough. He taught everything he knew to his sons and a few of his daughters, enough to make them self-sufficient in so many things, that we would rarely need to ask for help.
We thank you Dad, for all the lessons you gave us in life, for your patience in our failings, the pride you took in the little things we accomplished, and most of all, the love that you gave to each and every one of us...no matter what we did...you were still always there to bring us back home in our greatest times of need, and help us get back on our feet.
They say that the face of "Timp" cannot be climbed, but being adventurous from a young age, the Adams boys did it, despite all odds, and coming home without any broken bones or need of rescuing.
At the age of 17, while riding the rails, he met an old hobo who asked him, "With the world at war, young as you are, why aren't you fighting for your country?" That was all it took for Shelby to enlist in the Navy. He served aboard the U.S.S. Ammen during WW II, a Destroyer, as a Boiler Maker. Several times their ship was attacked by Kamikaze pilots while he was on board. After the truce, he went home, married Barbara E Hope, and started his family.
After their first child was born, their marriage was solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple. When Barbara was expecting their third child, the Korean Conflict broke out, and he went to sea once more.
Shelby served on the Provo City Police Reserves as a volunteer officer. Shelby also started his own plumbing business in order to provide for his growing family. At one time, in his early career, he was buried in a trench that had collapsed. His brother had been watching him when the cave-in occurred and they hurried to dig him out. He told me "It doesn't hurt to die."
Shelby and Barbara had a family of twelve children; The youngest being only two weeks old when their grandchildren started to come along. Shelby retired from the Provo City Building Inspection Department, then spent a few years doing what he had always dreamed of: touring the country at his leisure.
Never one to stop working, even while going through chemo therapy and radiation for his Lymphoma cancer, which he contracted during the war after his ship landed at Hiroshima after the bomb, he was at work on projects only a week up to his passing.
The motto he had for himself was: "I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none." He had a great knowledge of many things, being a constant learner, yet felt all his knowledge was never good enough. He taught everything he knew to his sons and a few of his daughters, enough to make them self-sufficient in so many things, that we would rarely need to ask for help.
We thank you Dad, for all the lessons you gave us in life, for your patience in our failings, the pride you took in the little things we accomplished, and most of all, the love that you gave to each and every one of us...no matter what we did...you were still always there to bring us back home in our greatest times of need, and help us get back on our feet.
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