Cannon Family Stories

I don't know that there ever really was a Cannon mold but people (I include myself in the category people) tend to categorize things and other people.  I don't know why.  Someone should do, or probably has done, a study about that and write a scholarly paper about it.  I just want to tell a couple of stories about having to tell other people I was different. I am not saying that Dave and Karl were exactly the same in High School but they had several things in common.  They both played the piano.  They were both in Band.  They were both on the Swim Team.  They were both older than me. So, some people had an idea on what "Cannons" were like. The first day of Seminary my Sophomore year Bro. Buchanan asked if anyone could play the piano for our opening song.  No one said anything.  Then some girl said "Todd is a Cannon.  All of the Cannon's play piano."  I said, "No, Dave and Karl play the piano,but I don't."  Bro. Buchanan said "Now T

When Tressa and I were first married I worked as a janitor in V Hall of Deseret Towers on BYU campus.  There were 6 floors in each Residence Hall  and a trash room with a trash cart on each floor.  One of my duties was to empty the trash carts each afternoon.  During the summer of 1988 Dominoes Pizza did a promotion with Hogle Zoo and  they advertised Dominoes Day at Hogle Zoo which was going to happen on a Saturday in Early September of that year.  Each time you bought a Dominoes Pizza it came with a coupon attached to the pizza box lid good for one free admission to Hogle Zoo on that day. As you can imagine 6 floors of college students bought quite a bit of Dominoes Pizza and many of those empty boxes ended up in the trash carts and many of those boxes still had the coupons attached.  So, I started collecting them.  I didn't have to dig through the trash carts.  I just took the ones that were clean and easy to grab.  By the time the day arrived I had about 30 of these coupons.

By Todd Cannon I can't remember if I wrote this one down before or not.  Forgive me if you have already read it somewhere. The curfew rule that I remember is that I had to be home by 12:30 a.m. when I was out on a Date.  This way I could get the girl home by Midnight and then have a generous 30 minutes to make it home on time.  Many of the girls I dated did not have a Midnight curfew though so I would figure out how long it took to drive from their house to our house and try to arrive home right at 12:30 a.m.  I actually got pretty good at it but if anything went wrong I usually had no margin for error (which, of course, is what the 30 minutes was suppose to give me but I was to young and foolish to recognize that)  There was a time in late 1983 or early 1984 that I had a string of bad luck and I was late getting home several times in a row.  Dad was not amused.  He told me that I had better be home on time in the future.  The very next time I was out on a Date I tried to mak

By Todd Cannon Tressa and I bought Season Tickets to BYU Basketball this year.  It reminds me of when Dad used to buy Season Tickets and take us kids to the Basketball Games.  I know he did not buy enough to take everyone to every game so we had to take turns.  I think he had 4 tickets although sometimes I think maybe he had 5, 1 for him and that 4 of us kids got to come along. I'm pretty sure the number 4 factored in somewhere. Dad would always buy everyone a treat before the game.  I remember some of the favorites being Cracker Jacks (back then you got something more than a sticker as a prize), Giant sized Red Delicious Apples, and popcorn in a small BYU megaphone.  When you finished your popcorn you could punch out the small end and use it to cheer at the game.  Then after Halftime (Dad liked to watch the Halftime show) when the concession stands where not as crowded Dad would go and buy everyone a drink.  They had Red Cream Soda.  For a long time I never saw or heard of Red

By Todd Cannon I believe I was 6 years old so this would have been the Christmas of 1972, but if someone else thinks they remember it differently I will listen to a good argument.  Although I am almost certain it was no later than Christmas of 1973. Karl, Dave and I all had presents under the try that were small round tubes.  When we opened them up they were yellow tubes of Daisy BBs with a black cap.  I think it held 200 BBs.   Once all of the presents under the tree were open there did not seem to be any purpose or use for the BBs.  I actually wondered if we were just meant to find some creative use for them.  We had made slingshots out of Y shaped tree branches, several rubber bands knotted together, and some scraps of leather the summer before and I wondered if the BBs would be to small to use in that.  I also thought about the thin straws they gave us when we bought milk for lunch at school.  I wondered if I could use one of those as a pea shooter and the BBs for the thing to

By Doug Maybe dad can comment on this story with some of the details about our road trip one year to Los Alamos, New Mexico.  I don't remember very many particulars of the trip except that I was about 16 and had my driver's license, and that Jona was not yet 16.  I remember this, because I was allowed to drive the van while dad was in some meetings or conferences for the day.  He and a bunch of other chemists were probably talking all about electrons and gluons or maybe about how many pencils they can fit into their shirt pockets even with a pair of sunglasses. I don't remember why only Jona and I went along with dad, I assume it was during the summer?  I honestly don't remember much about the time-frame.  I assume that Todd and Karl were working and couldn't get the time off, and Karen and Rob were too young for this kind of trip?  I don't remember. We hit a few sight-seeing places along the way, and one of them included the petrified forest.  I remember