In Memory of

Arlene

Redd

Brown

Obituary for Arlene Redd Brown

IF I COULD WRITE MY OWN OBITUARY

I decided some time ago to write my own Obituary. I did have a few things I wanted you all to know since I have moved on to the next stage of my Eternal Life.

As you read this, I am happy and having a ball. I am with my eternal companion, as well as my parents and grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, and dear friends I knew on earth. I am wide awake, no longer struggling with the old age that slowed me down but did not defeat me, and I am cheerfully taking in the new state of affairs and accepting the callings that will come to me now. I have had a great life on earth.

I was born on February 6, 1928. Growing up in Los Angeles, California, I never felt insecure for one moment. My parents, Preston Lyman Redd and Janet Wride Redd loved me and did everything they could to see that I had every opportunity to experience and make good choices in my life.

I loved growing up in a family where I was the only daughter. With three brothers, I wanted to be like them in all the things that they did. I looked up to Preston and Harold because they were older and smarter than I was. They amazed me and I thought that they could do anything. My younger brother, Earl, began at an early age to follow me around, and I thought that I might even show him a thing or two. I wanted to ride a bicycle as well as my brothers did. I wanted to play in their treehouse. I wanted to be a Boy Scout just like they were. I wanted to have a paper route and deliver papers just like they did and I wanted to play ball just as well as they did. In imitating them, I tried to be the best at everything. Sometimes I succeeded—sometimes I failed—but I tried.

My parents were role models for me all the days of my life, even after they were gone. My dad was taken much too soon, but my memories of him are vivid as I remember that he always found the extra time to be a part of my life. His constant encouragement became the “carrot” in front of me. “You can do it. I know you can” were words that I loved to hear. He was a strict father. He wanted me to be obedient and loving and caring. He was not highly educated in “book learning,”but he taught me to change a flat tire on a car or a bicycle. He taught me how to paint our house, how to open the trap of a stopped-up sink, how to mow the lawn and to weed the flower beds. He taught me these things by doing them himself and having me work alongside him—he taught everything by example. He was always in the Lord’s service. He had a great love for his pioneer ancestry and he loved our Heavenly Father and wanted me to do the same.

My mother was a great lady. She was extremely well-read; she was highly educated, beautiful inside and out. She was always active in our school PTA groups. She was a member of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers. She served in the church in the Primary and Relief Society Organizations. She served in the Temple for over 40 years. She could cook and sew and she was a good friend to everyone who knew her. She loved her children. I wanted to be like her. She was quiet and unassuming but was a force to be reckoned with when necessary. She was the mother bird who protected her babies—surrounding them with her wings of love—teaching them to fly, and then kicking them out of the nest to be free and strong and independent. She taught me well.

I attended Los Angeles City College for just two years—but I always loved to learn. I loved to read. I loved to experience life in ways that are different from the women of today. We are in a society that pushes women to challenge men, to put them down, to excel and to be known as “feminists.” That was not for me. I wanted to be a mother and love and care for my husband and children.

I lived in a nurturing home throughout my life and The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has been the beacon, my “Light House,” that has kept me safe. I have loved my bishops, my stake presidents, my teachers, my mission president, and the many different general authorities I became familiar with through the years. They have been people I could admire and wanted to listen to and to follow.

No one has been more important to me than my dear, eternal companion, Lynn Brown. The smartest and luckiest thing I ever did was to find and marry this great man. He was so easy to love, not just by me, but by all who knew him. He was truly a great husband and father. We loved to be together; we loved to do the same things, whether it was to attend our children’s school activities and athletic games, or to be at the Coliseum for another USC football game. We enjoyed just sitting together to watch “Jeopardy” or “Judge Judy.” I miss him every day. I am so thankful that he came into my life when he did. I needed the strength and security of his love and his example. I truly think that we complemented each other throughout our lives together. He loved the Lord. He loved the Church and all of its teachings. He taught me to love the Book of Mormon and to be a good missionary. I thank him for that. He was taken from me much too soon, but that was Heavenly Father’s plan. I have found that loneliness has helped me to be more thoughtful of others—and has given me the desire to ‘hang in there’ and to trust in my Heavenly Father to the end of my mortal life.

We were blessed with 7 children who have married way over their heads. They gave us 32 beautiful grandchildren and 77 amazing great grandchildren and recently, 1 great great grandchild.

My greatest desire is that my posterity will continue to love the Lord. I want them to understand the legacy that has been left to them by their progenitors on both sides of their family tree. I want them to continue to be of service to their friends and neighbors and I want them to show their own children and grandchildren that in following the teachings of their Heavenly Father, they will be happiest and that they will be on the path that will eventually bring us all together again. What more could a mother desire?

Funeral Services will be held Saturday, August 27, 2022, 11:00 am at the Cascade 5th Ward building, 1051 East 200 North, Orem, Utah. A visitation will be held at the same location from 9:30 - 10:30 am. A Live Broadcast of services will begin at 11:00 am on www.walkersanderson.com for those unable to attend in person.

A SECOND Funeral service will be held on September 17, 2022 in California at the Culver City Ward building, 3400 Sawtelle Blvd., Los Angeles, California, 90066. A visitation will be at the same location from 9:30 - 10:30 am.

Condolences and memories may be shared with the family at www.walkersanderson.com.