A BIOGRAPHY OF JOHN MARRIOTT Written by His Granddaughter, IDA MARRIOTT KYLE Whenever anyone mentioned grandfather to us children we listened with awed silence. As we grew older, his characteristics took on a more accurate interpretation and we saw him as a human being influenced and motivated by the same desires that govern you and me. Grandfather was a tall, powerful man, but humbly proud, purposefully determined, and vigorously striving to live the courageous life of a pioneer frontiersman. He was born of rather humble parentage on a farm in Rhode, Northamptonshire, England, on March 6, 1817. He learned the meaning of relentless work and hunger. While a lad of eight years, he often toiled on the farm from dawn to dusk stopping at noonday for a meager portion of beef and bread. He shunned school probably because the other boys in his group considered playing hookey a glorified adventure, all the more tempting because it was "stolen time", or considered the teacher unauthorized tyrants forcing them to monotonous study and education that one could easily do without. Though his father resorted to characteristic discipline when he resisted discipline, he didn't inspire the boy to assimilate a respectable schooling. This must have been a tremendous handicap in his later life for his mind constantly conjured big enterprising, masterful schemes that would have easily been expressed through the medium of education. As it was, they kept him slaving to the end of his days. It was typical of Grandfather to say. "I was disciplined for not going to school, but now I wish Father had disciplined me even more." In his particular work, he had great confidence, which was reenforced by insatiable capacity and an inventive mind. He did his work well and expected the same from his co-workers. Coming from an orderly home, he never tolerated disorder nor slovenliness, refusing to eat until all were accounted for in their proper order at the family meal table, and occasionally chiding a child who became tousled in a romp. I can imaging him saying, "Look here, girl, I had seven sisters, and never once did I see them leave a stray hair our of place. Now, you try to be like them. Go comb your hair!' Contrary to many cases, the enforced discipline in his tender years did not make him less relentless or unduly sympathetic in the task of rearing his children. He was sternly considerate of his girls, and frequently resorted to the stick in raising his boys. Acting upon the advice of religious superiors, he married four wives who contributed their share of typically mischievous children to humanity. His big interest in life was work. He did his work thoroughly and vigorously. Even at seventy years of age he