Birth date: Jun 23, 1927 Death date: Nov 16, 2023
LeMar Olyn Hanson was born on June 23, 1927, in McCammon, Idaho. Our Father, Bonus Dad, Papa, Brother, Brother-in-law, Uncle and Friend passed away peacefully on November 16, 2023 at Barton Creek Senior Living in Bountiful, Utah. Read Obituary
Happy Trails, cousin.
I am so grateful for the role LeMar played in my life. He was my bishop growing up, My Institute teacher my first year in college and my neighbor for most of my life. He has set the example of what it means to be gentleman, teacher and man of God. I have been blessed because of my association with Brother Hanson. God bless your good family! Troy Birch
Mardene, Virginia, and family, Clarene and I send our heartfelt condolences on the passing of our dear friend LeMar. He was a wonderful mentor and an example of Christlike love. He and I came to Ephraim the same year, 1967, he to teach at the LDS Institute and I to teach at Snow College. Soon thereafter he was called as Bishop of a college ward and I was privileged to serve as one of his counselors. Through the years his friendship, example, and counsel was so appreciated. We were also privileged to know and love Beverly before her passing, and then to know and love Virginia as well. We are grateful for the many years of friendship we have shared. We send our love to all of you. Ralph and Clarene Brenchley
With the passing of LeMar I feel it is my responsibility to write up a short sketch about him because he was almost like a brother to me. From age 9 (1940) I worked on Uncle Leo’s farm in McCammon, Idaho until 1950 except for the year Reed was born. We always attended church on Sunday. The chapel was a narrow-framed edifice with two small class rooms on the entrance end of the building. Long benches were constructed along the sides of the building and curtains were strung between them to make class rooms. At times, during sacrament meetings, we would get sleepy and would slowly slide along one of the side benches, which were usually not occupied, with the intent to reach one of the empty rooms in which we could catch a wink or two. At times we would fall asleep before we reached one of the rooms.
LeMar and I thinned and weeded sugar beets together for a year or two. However, the hoes were not retired because there was always a garden to care for. We bunched hay together preparing it for loading on to the horse drawn hay wagons. Since I was too young to pitch hay on to the wagons, I drove the horse team and tromped the hay while he and others did the harder work. The hay was stacked with the use of a derrick and the fork was pulled up by a horse. I rode the horse and he helped stack the hay. Because it was war time and workers were hard to obtain Uncle Leo and his brother-in-law, Grant Shumway, were able to purchase a Case Hay Baler which reduced the number workers required on the farm. Two workers were needed to place the tie wires needed to hold the hay together. LeMar fed the wires around the bales through what they called needles and I, setting on the opposite side of the bailer, tied them. It was a dirty job but we survived. At first the hay bales were dropped from the baler on to the ground and we were forced to load them by hand using hay hooks. Later we got smart and hooked a wagon behind the baler and the bales no longer touched the ground. Each of us mowed hay with a team of horses but we didn’t mind that task because it was a riding job. After the field work was done there were cows to milk, calves to feed and horses to care for. A few cows were milked by hand but most were milked with milking machines which needed to be emptied by family members.
LeMar and I slept together on the second floor of the farm house. If we found a need to empty our bladders during the night, we would open the window and provide a flow down the sloped roof below. Evidence of such activity was a visual line on the shingles that covered the roof.
Later Uncle Leo purchased a farm in Arimo which was irrigated with a sprinkling system. We were required to move the sprinkling pipes each morning. A part of the land was a sagebrush covered, fenced in hillside that was used as a pasture. The fence adjoining the neighbors needed repair and we were assigned the task. A sagebrush bush was a problem and needed to be removed. Because we had only a single shovel to perform the task LeMar thought it would be a good idea burn it up. I happened to have a couple of matches in my pocket and gave them to him. He immediately set the bush ablaze and it quickly spread to adjacent bushes. There was another shovel laying against the fence some distance away and I ran and retrieved it. We now had a huge problem on our hands because there was a ripe field of grain adjacent to the fence and there was only about a yard of clear ground between the fence and the field. Luckily a number of neighbors saw the problem and came to help extinguish the flames. The group was successful in accomplishing the task. I recall one of the firefighters saying that he could envision the grain increasing in bushels per acre in reimbursement if it were to catch fire. By this time Uncle Leo had purchased a tractor or two. We went
Virginia and I have many fond memories of LeMar and Beverly Hanson when we lived in their Ephraim neighborhood. LeMar selected me a a counselor in his bishopric of the Ephraim West Ward, 1973-75, and mentored me in many ways. I also played a bit of basketball with him. What a great man, mentor, and leader. We send our heatfelt condolances to Virginia and his family. Rest in peace until we meet again. ---Durant McArthur
So many memories of this great man. A friend, a mentor, a teacher, and wonderful leader. His counsel was always spot-on and inspiring. God blessed us with your beautiful life!
R.I.P. Brother Hanson. I enjoyed having you as my Seminary teacher at Marsh Valley High. Also your father, LeRoy Hanson gave me my patriarchal blessing before I went on my Mission to Germany. Blessings to your family for comfort.
Kent Shappart lit a candle in memory of LeMar Hanson
Words cannot describe how extremely blessed I feel to have had the privilege of being Brother and Sister Hanson's Albanian daughter. I will always honor his legacy and carry forth the work as he so beautifully taught me through his words and deeds.
We love you all so much - Nevila, Allan, Sarah, Jordan & Dallin ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
LeMar was our home teacher (before ministering) when my husband, Blaine Olcott, was alive. We loved his visits, which were consistent and always spirit filled. He brought a certain light with him that was always warm and loving. As we got to know each other through his visits, we found he had a wonderful sense of humor. You've heard of a belly laugh, well LeMar had a full body laugh that was contagious. We loved him! We take comfort in the glorious welcome home he surely received. Loving condolences to family and friends.
