Written History of Bert N. Whitney
At that time, the ward was meeting in the new chapel, but there was still a large debt to pay off before we could dedicate it. Besides the cash donations, the whole ward worked hard donating food for the building fund dinners which were used to raise the money that was needed. Many members of the community came and ate at those dinners in support of the building and because they were a bargain. After enough money was raised, Elder S. Dilworth Young came to Boulder City and dedicated the building.
While we were in Boulder City our last five children, all daughters, were born to us. Just as the first five, each had their own special personality and talents and we loved them all dearly. The proper conduct they displayed, the love they showed for each other and for their parents, the spiritual values they had, and the diligence they demonstrated in developing their talents made us very proud of them. These and many other fine qualities which were strongly manifest in each of our ten children led us to believe that never were parents blessed with such a beautiful and loving family as Anne and I were. And with all our struggles and trials, that same positive attitude and spirit of love and caring has been preserved and magnified in their hearts as time has gone on.
Brenda was the first born in Boulder City. Dr. White delivered her and began the “Dr. White” era. Ironically, Brenda was his home care nurse when he was old. Annalee was born next, and then Adele.
In 1961 I spent a year at the University of Nevada in Reno without my family. In 1962 the family rented an old house in Gold Hill near Virginia City. Joy who was in 8th grade at that time, did research on the area and was the family tour guide. In 1963 our family rented a house near a dry lake outside Reno. We had fun watching the gliders take off of the dry lake. These family trips were paid vacations by the National Science foundation. Melanie was also born in 1963.
In 1966 our baby, Marilyn, was born. After attending school in Urbana, Illinois, for six weeks, I took my last test on a Friday afternoon, got in the van and started driving steady all that afternoon, Friday night, and Saturday non-stop. Sunday morning I stopped at a rest stop, but couldn’t sleep, so I continued to drive until St. George where I stopped at my parents’ home. My brother Keith called out the window, “You have a new baby girl.” I immediately drove on to Boulder City and to the hospital.
That was also the year my father died. When he had a stroke, my mother didn’t know if he’d live and Anne’s brother Paul flew me to St. George. My father didn’t die at that time. He was sick for a couple of years so we were prepared when he did die. At his funeral Moot Perkins said that if Uncle Ralph were here he’d say, “Now Moot, don’t lay it on too thick.”
In 1967 the whole family spent the summer in Champaign-Urbana, Illinois while I went to school. Marilyn learned to walk while we were there. She took off walking in a park at Turkey Run, Indiana.
We did travel together during many of the summers, so that I could attend school. We went to Flagstaff, Arizona, Reno, Nevada and Urbana Illinois, while with Anne’s help, I worked my way to the top of the salary schedule of the Clark County School District, by earning my master’s degree plus 32 additional graduate credits. Anne also took several college classes at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff while we were there. She always did well in her studies and seemed to enjoy them.
The real prize from Boulder City was the addition of five wonderful daughters to our family, and the progress and development they and the other members of the family received there. Time has shown the greatness of the children of Bert and Anne Whitney, all of whom were touched by our 15 years in Boulder City.
In the spring of 1970, I felt a strong need to change my surroundings, so against the desires of almost all the family, we bought two acres in Logandale, Nevada, and started over with new challenges which included building another home. I rented the only available place in Logandale, a café on the main highway. I remodeled it to make it suitable for living quarters. It was livable but not too comfortable. This was our temporary home for one year while we began the building of our home.
Clark and I worked on the garage first at the new house. When we poured the cement for the floor of the basement, it dried so fast we almost lost it. I called Bob Behmer and Phil Anderson who came and saved it for us. As we were laying the concrete block for the walls, about every four courses we stopped and measured it to be sure it was square and level. When we completed the walls, it was nearly geometrically perfect. Clark and I grouted the walls, pouring the cement down the cells in the blocks, with great agony. The cement truck got stuck because the lot was so sandy, and we ended up carrying buckets of cement to the walls to pour it in. It’s amazing what you can do with the right motivation.
The size of the basement was 24′ by 32′, so when we put the plywood on the joists they fit perfectly, with no cutting. We used railroad ties as pillars to the joists under the plywood, then poured 6″ of cement on top of that to create a bomb shelter. Jerry Morley finished the cement floor. There was a 16′ by 12′ concrete beam across the center full of heavy steel. Later the joists and ties were removed. It never cracked or sagged. We received many blessings during the building process.