Kenneth Todd Elwood

Todd was the embodiment of struggle and conflict, and he experienced it in strides. His determination could be as destructive as a forest fire, seemingly leaving devastation in its wake. Somehow, he always managed to also reveal himself as the ash that fertilized the charred earth and brought on new life and beauty.

His life began and ended in Logan, Utah with the time in between spent living in Tumwater and Olympia, Washington, Bountiful, and Smithfield, Utah.

He met Jane Wyatt while attending North Cache. They married and had two sons together, Darren and Nathan.

He obtained a license at the age of 15, so that he could be a milkman delivery driver. He also developed carpentry skills with his mentor and neighbor Kay Scholes, while working for Cantwell’s. In the 1980’s he spent time investing in the stock market.

Todd was a member of the archery club for many years. He was an avid hunter and would adventure into the mountains, taking his 2-wheel-drive truck places that people didn’t dare take a 4-wheel-drive. He had an impressive gun collection and enjoyed reloading his own bullets. Many of his summers were spent working in his garden. He also enjoyed collecting coins.

He was proud of his country and was always sorry that he wasn’t able to serve in a time of war. Todd freely gave whatever he had to offer, whether it be hunting licenses, Cabbage Patch Dolls, Swatch watches, Swiss army knives, or monetary contributions, never expecting anything in return.

In another chapter of his life, Todd met Kimberly Houseal when working as a pressman at Moore Business Forms. They married and together had Kambria and Christopher.

Todd had a sly intelligence that only he possessed. He wasn’t always capable of displaying perfect compassion, or even self control, but when he was, he was a giant.

Todd was the best grandfather a child could ask for. His tender and patient demeanor was practically perfect. He had an incredible pride in “his boy,” Daxon. He wore holes through a picture of Daxon, from pulling it out of his wallet, to show it off to anyone willing to look and listen. To the very end, he would light up anytime Dax was around. His granddaughter, Maelin, created an amplified soft spot in his heart. Many hours were spent blowing bubbles with her, going on walks, and teaching her about the world around her.

He loved to accomplish, to work, to fix, and to create. Few people are willing to spend the time perfecting details as he would. Todd was quite the storyteller and often reminisced on his past shenanigans, with his famous “so anyways,” rerouting back to any interrupted story.

Todd is survived by his wife, Kimberly, his (3) children, Darren, Kambria (Shiloh Peck), and Christopher, his (2) grandchildren, Daxon, and Maelin. Also his siblings, Don, Jeffrey, and Linda and (11) nieces and nephews.

He was preceded in death by his parents, Kenneth A. Elwood, and Victoria Helen Urban Elwood, his son, Nathan, his sister, Helen Anne and a nephew, Matthew Godfrey.

Little delighted Todd more than spending time in the mountains of Utah. It was his request to be returned to the mountains after he passed. As his children rallied around his bedside, they concluded that his wish would be met. In the spring, when the grass is green, and the flowers are blooming, his family will proudly ascend to the top of his beloved Flat Top, carrying his ashes, to leave him to rest and look over us all.