Herbert Keith Mason
September 27, 1932 - October 25, 2011
Herbert Keith Mason 9/27/1932 ~ 10/25/2011Herbert Keith Mason, Our loving father and grandfather, 79 passed away October 25, 2011. He was born on September 27th 1932 in Blackfoot Idaho to Florence Hinkley Hoops and Herbert Spencer Mason. He married Marcia Allen on August 27th 1958 in the Idaho Falls temple. He was a faithful member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints. He served two missions, one in Uruguay and later with his sweetheart in the Cochabamba Bolivian Temple. He served in the United States Air Force where he was a champion boxer and a contender for the 1952 Olympics, but retired instead, to serve his LDS mission.He is survived by his son, Allen (Kathy; daughters, Shelly Mason and Jolynn Winn (John); sister, Yerda Payne; 10 grandchildren, and 6 great grandchildren. He was preceded in death by his wife, Parents, sister, Pat Lee and brother, Jay Mason.Funeral services will be held on Saturday October 29th 11:00 am at the Granite 6th ward chapel 9245 S. Quail Run (2300 east). Viewing will be held Friday October 28th 6"00-8:00 pm and Saturday morning 9:30-10:45 am at the same location. Interment will be at Provo City Cemetery at 3:00 p.m. on Saturday. Condolences can be sent to the family at http://www.premierfuneral.com/. Published in Deseret News on October 27, 2011 
For the past 5 years, we have been "waiting" for my grandpa to die. He went in for surgery and ever since then, his health has been very up and down. He was on Hospice for some time and then went off because he did a full turn around. Then, shortly after my grandma passed, he slipped and fell on the ice, breaking a few ribs. He went into a phase where he wasn't eating and was drinking very little. He slept more and more. We thought, oh surely it will be soon now, but, he again, turned around and surprised us all. He has slowly gone downhill and his memory increasingly became worse. My parents moved him into assisted living because he just became too much for my mom. He had been there for about 3 weeks, and he took a couple of falls. But one in particular left him in a lot of pain with a broken hip. I never saw him after this point but my mom said she had never heard anyone scream out in so much pain. He fell on a Monday night and by Tuesday afternoon, he slipped away. I am grateful he is out of pain now and happily with his sweetheart, my grandma. I am also grateful for my knowledge and know I will see my family again, all 3 grandparents I have lost in a short 16 months. 
He was always joking around and trying to make people laugh. He was also very random sometimes. His hearing wasn't very good and if he didn't know what you said, instead of admitting it, he would make something up that was completely different. He would always declare, "Watch out for those crazy Idaho drivers", as we left the house. 
He has always had quite the sweet tooth. My mom would always be sure to have his jar of cookies and candy filled as well as cold soda pop in the fridge. Once, when I was competing in Kansas, we went to The Rain Forest Cafe and while everyone ate their main course, he sat there happy as can be with his Ice Cream Sundae, complete with bananas and fudge and caramel topping. He loved his desserts! On that same trip, my mom went to throw away some bananas that had been pushed under the seat and forgotten about; they were pretty much black! This wasn't ok with my grandpa, he insisted they not go into the trash. The whole rest of the trip, as he ate one after the other, he would ask us, "Are you sure you don't want a banana?!" "No Thank You, Grandpa." haha 
He knew Spanish very well, speaking it at both missions he served. Once at a tennis tournament, for Tyler, down by the Mexican border, Tyler's racquet needed to be re-strung. Well, thanks to my grandpa being there, he was able to translate what needed to be done at this tennis shop where they didn't speak a lick of English. I remember him walking through the house and begin singing hymns (and maybe other stuff?) in Spanish. He loved to sing and he loved to speak Spanish. 
My Grandparents always took us to places around Utah when we would come visit, The Coal Mines, Hogel Zoo, and the Olympic Park. They thought it was important that we explore and learn about the things around us. 
My grandpa was a great example of being a missionary. He served 2 missions and always enjoyed teaching the gospel. In fact, he turned down the opportunity to be a contender for the Olympics as a boxer, because he knew he was meant to serve a mission. One Sunday Evening, the family was all downstairs (near the end of last year), and grandpa came down, looked at Tyler with a little confusion and yet concern, and asked him "Have you lost your testimony?". He was always concerned about others. His prayer on the food was always the same and he never forgot to bless the hungry and needy. I am grateful for my family and I know we will see him again. I know he has much work to do on the other side and he is free of pain and trial. What a wonderful blessing. 
-Peanut
Herbert Keith Mason 9/27/1932 ~ 10/25/2011Herbert Keith Mason, Our loving father and grandfather, 79 passed away October 25, 2011. He was born on September 27th 1932 in Blackfoot Idaho to Florence Hinkley Hoops and Herbert Spencer Mason. He married Marcia Allen on August 27th 1958 in the Idaho Falls temple. He was a faithful member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints. He served two missions, one in Uruguay and later with his sweetheart in the Cochabamba Bolivian Temple. He served in the United States Air Force where he was a champion boxer and a contender for the 1952 Olympics, but retired instead, to serve his LDS mission.He is survived by his son, Allen (Kathy; daughters, Shelly Mason and Jolynn Winn (John); sister, Yerda Payne; 10 grandchildren, and 6 great grandchildren. He was preceded in death by his wife, Parents, sister, Pat Lee and brother, Jay Mason.Funeral services will be held on Saturday October 29th 11:00 am at the Granite 6th ward chapel 9245 S. Quail Run (2300 east). Viewing will be held Friday October 28th 6"00-8:00 pm and Saturday morning 9:30-10:45 am at the same location. Interment will be at Provo City Cemetery at 3:00 p.m. on Saturday. Condolences can be sent to the family at http://www.premierfuneral.com/. Published in Deseret News on October 27, 2011 For the past 5 years, we have been "waiting" for my grandpa to die. He went in for surgery and ever since then, his health has been very up and down. He was on Hospice for some time and then went off because he did a full turn around. Then, shortly after my grandma passed, he slipped and fell on the ice, breaking a few ribs. He went into a phase where he wasn't eating and was drinking very little. He slept more and more. We thought, oh surely it will be soon now, but, he again, turned around and surprised us all. He has slowly gone downhill and his memory increasingly became worse. My parents moved him into assisted living because he just became too much for my mom. He had been there for about 3 weeks, and he took a couple of falls. But one in particular left him in a lot of pain with a broken hip. I never saw him after this point but my mom said she had never heard anyone scream out in so much pain. He fell on a Monday night and by Tuesday afternoon, he slipped away. I am grateful he is out of pain now and happily with his sweetheart, my grandma. I am also grateful for my knowledge and know I will see my family again, all 3 grandparents I have lost in a short 16 months. He was always joking around and trying to make people laugh. He was also very random sometimes. His hearing wasn't very good and if he didn't know what you said, instead of admitting it, he would make something up that was completely different. He would always declare, "Watch out for those crazy Idaho drivers", as we left the house. He has always had quite the sweet tooth. My mom would always be sure to have his jar of cookies and candy filled as well as cold soda pop in the fridge. Once, when I was competing in Kansas, we went to The Rain Forest Cafe and while everyone ate their main course, he sat there happy as can be with his Ice Cream Sundae, complete with bananas and fudge and caramel topping. He loved his desserts! On that same trip, my mom went to throw away some bananas that had been pushed under the seat and forgotten about; they were pretty much black! This wasn't ok with my grandpa, he insisted they not go into the trash. The whole rest of the trip, as he ate one after the other, he would ask us, "Are you sure you don't want a banana?!" "No Thank You, Grandpa." haha He knew Spanish very well, speaking it at both missions he served. Once at a tennis tournament, for Tyler, down by the Mexican border, Tyler's racquet needed to be re-strung. Well, thanks to my grandpa being there, he was able to translate what needed to be done at this tennis shop where they didn't speak a lick of English. I remember him walking through the house and begin singing hymns (and maybe other stuff?) in Spanish. He loved to sing and he loved to speak Spanish. My Grandparents always took us to places around Utah when we would come visit, The Coal Mines, Hogel Zoo, and the Olympic Park. They thought it was important that we explore and learn about the things around us. 
My grandpa was a great example of being a missionary. He served 2 missions and always enjoyed teaching the gospel. In fact, he turned down the opportunity to be a contender for the Olympics as a boxer, because he knew he was meant to serve a mission. One Sunday Evening, the family was all downstairs (near the end of last year), and grandpa came down, looked at Tyler with a little confusion and yet concern, and asked him "Have you lost your testimony?". He was always concerned about others. His prayer on the food was always the same and he never forgot to bless the hungry and needy. I am grateful for my family and I know we will see him again. I know he has much work to do on the other side and he is free of pain and trial. What a wonderful blessing. 
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