Favorite Uncle for 29 Nieces and Nephews

Stephanie Hinkson (age 2)

Stephanie

In Judy's words:

I met Wynn Hinkson in June of 1977, shortly after he had returned from serving a two-year mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Chile.

At the time I was working for Air California Airlines. I had become friends with a young woman at work who shared a similar church background, and during our breaks we began reading the Book of Mormon together. Through that experience I was just beginning to become reactivated in the church myself. I had also started attending the family ward where Wynn’s family attended and where Wynn returned after his mission.

When Wynn came back to the ward, he approached me in his role as a single representative. He asked for my phone number and address and invited me to activities for the singles in the ward.

After I attended a couple of those activities, Wynn asked me on a date. Later he confided in me that when he first approached me to ask for my contact information, he had already hoped he would eventually ask me out. We both laughed about that.

I was impressed with Wynn. I thought he was very good-looking and quite the gentleman. He would open my car door and other doors for me, and he was always very complimentary about my cooking when I invited him over for dinner. I also discovered how thoughtful he was. One day when I arrived home from work, I found a wonderful surprise waiting in front of my garage—a beautiful bouquet of flowers along with burgers and fries from Burger King. A little while later Wynn showed up so we could share the dinner together, which was my favorite part of the surprise.

A few months later Wynn invited me to a romantic dinner in Laguna Beach. After dinner we walked down to a beautiful beach behind a restaurant that used to be there called Victor Hugo’s. It was there that Wynn knelt down and proposed to me.

We were married on December 10, 1977. It was a short but wonderful courtship. Wynn later told me that not long after we started dating he had gone to his father and told him he believed he had already met the girl he wanted to marry. He asked if it would be alright to marry me even though he had not dated very many girls after his mission. Thankfully his father told him yes.

After we were married, our plan was for Wynn to move to Utah and enroll at Brigham Young University. However, the family had a dairy business that needed help, so our plans changed and we stayed in California to assist. We rented an apartment in Anaheim where we lived during the first year of our marriage.

Three months after we were married we learned that we were expecting our first child. Christopher Michael was born on November 25, 1978. It was an extremely happy year for us.

Eventually the dairy business was sold, but by then our plans for school had changed. We experienced some lean years as we tried to determine the right direction for our family. Wynn decided to pursue real estate and studied for and obtained his license.

We were able to purchase our first home in Garden Grove, California. It was there that our second son, Michael Jay, was born on November 13, 1980.

Many Sundays were spent at the Hinkson family home with parents, siblings, nieces, and nephews. Those were happy times spent together, usually enjoying the many salads Grandma Norma had prepared, and the evening often ended with popcorn. We also spent several family nights together at Huntington Beach with the extended Hinkson family.

Wynn remained a romantic even after we were married. I was spoiled on birthdays, Mother’s Days, Christmases, and many days in between. He loved surprising me with gifts, candy, clothes, and jewelry whenever we could afford it. He had wonderful taste and I never had to take anything back.

Friday nights were always date nights that I could count on, even if we didn’t spend a dime.

The boys loved playing with and wrestling with their dad. They were great little travelers, and we took vacations to visit grandparents in Colorado. We also camped with the Hinkson family in Yosemite, visited family in Ouray, Colorado for a reunion, and traveled to Salt Lake City to see the historic sites there. The boys always thought traveling in motor homes and staying in hotels was great fun.

Five years later we were blessed with another wonderful son, Daniel Kay, born June 16, 1986. By that time Chris was seven and Michael was five, and they welcomed and loved their little brother.

Wynn and I eventually went our separate ways, but we remained friends and continued to spend many Christmases together with the boys. Wynn would bring Chris, Michael, and Daniel to California during the summers whenever he could so he could spend time with them.

Wynn and Judy always maintained a mutual respect and affection for one another, a bond that will endure throughout eternity.

wynn - kent - yosemite, with kent jr and ralph
Wendy