The
A. C. Seaver Story (to this point)
William
A Seaver Jr. was born in Michigan to William and Lola Seaver in July 1958.
While serving a mission in the California San Bernardino Mission he met Delora
A Wilbur, Born September 20 1964 to William and Claudette (Pat) Wilbur. Having
finished his mission and one proposal fell through he returned to Lancaster
California and Married Delora in the Los Angeles Temple in October 1984. Delora
already had one child at the time, Kisha LeeAnn (1981), which William then adopted as his own child.
They then had 5 more children from 1986 through 1993; William A Seaver III
(1986), Ashley Beth (1988), Ashton Clark (1989), Tanner Cohen (1991), and
Tristen Lou Chase (1993).
June
4 1989; Hurley Hospital; Flint Michigan; Heralded my coming into mortality. I
was born deaf and sickly. Jaundice had hold upon him very early, and it
developed into a more serious state. My
Father gave me a blessing and nothing cleared up; my hearing did not
improve. My mom has told me I was the
easiest baby to raise due to the deafness, as nothing would wake me up except
hunger, and I never cried. My dad was in
construction, he owned his own company, and my mom was a stay-at-home-mom. My
first memory is when we lived in the “Augusta House” as we call it; I was
walking down the street holding my blanket. I still have that blanket to this
day.
We
moved around from time to time, I can remember having lived in 3 of the five
homes that we lived in. The second house following the “Augusta House” was
entitled the Lowden Lane or Brown Street house; as it sat on the corner of the
two streets taking up what was originally three lots, the house sitting on one
and the other two being “the back yard”. It was this house that we remodeled
and built and addition onto. It was by far the nicest home we ever lived in. I
loved that house. I lived here from the
5th to the sixth grade. I
made a lot of friends here one of which I still have contact with. She was our
neighbor, Courtney Glinka. There was a lot of kids in this neighborhood, some
were better than others, some only wanted to be our friends because we had a
trampoline and pool. This home was short lived in before it then became a
rental.
In
the year two thousand as I was sitting in Mr. Dunston’s sixth grade class he
got a phone call and asked me if I’d step out into the hallway. It was Mr.
Dunston, My favorite teacher I had ever had (to this point) who bare me the
news that my grandma Wilbur had died. He asked me of I would be ok to stay at
school, while I loved my grandma, I didn’t realize at this time what exactly
this meant, and I said I would. I seemed to love school. Within a few days my
Aunt Leah was at our home and my mom had packed all her things and she left us
to go and remove my granddad from the nursing hoe he was in, as the state was
threatening to take the house if he didn’t move back in.
I do not understand to this day what law they
had enacted in order to be able so to do, but as it was my mom was now gone and
dad had to learn to cook. We finished out to school year, I feel like it had
ended mid-May as we were in California for my birthday, we had moved for what
was to be only temporary, we lived here about one and a half years until my
granddad passed away.
Seventh grade; it
was my first or second day of school I had no friends, I didn’t know where I
was, It was hot, I found a shady place and just hung out right there, next
thing I know security was whisking me off to the principals office. I had no
idea why, turns out I was Loitering, when my mom got to the school she let them
have it; a shy kid in a new place! When they realized that they really had no
offence against me they tried to blame it on my footwear, saying “He is in
sandals!” this was not goo enough to my mom who then tore that apart as we had
no idea about any sandals rules. They informed us that no bare feet are
allowed, so I put on sock and sandals and went to school the next day. An
interesting note on this, a boy who would soon become a good friend also got
picked up for loitering and wearing sandals, Thomas Blair a deacon in my ward.
When my mom first
got out to California and went to church on Sunday she looked at the other
deacons saw one a bit of a chubby red-head, she said, “That will be Ashton’s best
friend!” She was right. Jayme Day and I
hit it off right away; I’m sure the fact that he lived eight and a half houses
away helped with that. He and I became a carpool later joined by my little
brother Tanner and his best friend Danny when they entered Middle school as
well. Jayme and I are still to this day
best friends, and since he is now married he had asked me to be his
best-man. (I shall diverge for a moment)
Jayme married Anna Blinco, who he had basically fallen in love with at first
sight, however they never dated, I cannot think of a single date they ever went
on. Anna never seemed to like Jayme back
when he was single, but finally when he returned from his mission she accepted
to marry him. I joked at their reception that it only took him seven year to
convince her to do so.
Early in my
childhood I began a practice that would instrumental throughout my life, in
just the third grade I began to participate in the Sport of Wrestling. Wrestled
competitively from that time until I graduated High school. I was never the best, but I sure did
try. I do not remember the first match I
won, but I remember the first friend I made during it, but not his name, I was
in the MMWA (mid-Michigan Wrestling Association), He and I wrested every
weekend, I remember he’d beat me nearly every time, but finally one day I
prevailed. Later I moved into a new style of wrestling called freestyle, I
never liked it as much as the rules were very odd to me, then when I got to
high school I went back to collegiate or Folk style. It was in High school that my skills finally
began to increase and I did pretty well. It was in my junior year of high
school that Tanner and Shane Shaugnessy joined the wrestling team, Shane later
joined the church almost entirely on the example we had shown as members, as
Tanner and I were the only two members on the team if you do not count two of
the managers. I later became a referee
for the sport.
In Middles School
I was teased and picked on a lot. This is probably what led to my not really caring
what others have to say. It led me to hold my own standards of myself and not
others. It definitely led me to be the guy who would go to those who were being
teased and put my arm around them and try to be their friend.
High school was an
easy time for the most part, I joke about how I slept through most of it. I
graduated in a class of 850 students, and I then started working for the same
high school as a tutor. I left that job to serve a mission for the church.
“Dear Elder
Seaver… you have been recommended as one worthy to serve… You are hereby called
to serve in the Idaho Boise Mission…” Oh how excited I was, oh how no one
believed me at first. I can honestly say I was more excited about going to
Boise than I was about anything at the time. I served the full two years and
learned and grew a lot, I learned how to deal with others, I learned how to
deal with disappointment, I learned how the church is supposed to run. I served
in various capacities, a Trainer, District leader and Zone Leader, and of course
as a normal Missionary. My favorite
thing was being a trainer; I trained twice, Elder Blair and Elder David Isais
Martinez. My Description of working with Elder Martinez was always “He trained
me.” While I was serving in The Boise Mission I grew a tremendous love for the
state of Idaho, this would later help me in a certain choice. I never counted baptisms, numbers are not
important. To this day I do not know how many people were baptized. I shall
probably never know the actual count as I refuse to do it myself. I found the
more important thing was touching the lives of others and helping them to see
that Christ was most important. I made many friendships that will last the rest
of my life.
I returned home
August 16th 2010. I was released and told to never again don my tag.
I have held true to that. I returned to college at AVC and attempted to get my
AA but due to budget cuts most of the classes I’d need were now unavailable or
overly filled. I then applied to BYU-I, I had found a way to get back to the
state I loved. All the while I was working for FedEx Ground, it was a job I
loved immensely, I still love the opportunity I had to work for such a great
company. During this time since I returned home I dated three girls, each one
ended for one reason or another, one of which I am great friends with still. I
made a new best Friend, not to say that Jayme has been replaced, but I met a
girl, Cambria Fast, one whom I am able to share every thought, feeling,
emotion, and I have no fears of sharing anything with her. I now refer to her as
“My Very Best Friend.” I miss her so much since moving here. I think of all my
friends and family she is the one whose company I most long for. I do not even
try to hide how I feel for her. She is the one who has more admiration form me
than any individual I know. (It should
be noted that Mothers have their own category.)
I worked 14 months and then resigned December
24 2011. Later that day I packed all my belongings into the truck of Matthew
LaForce and spent the holiday with my family. Then on the 26th
December 2011 I climbed into the car and headed off to a new home. I now live in Rexburg Idaho. I am here for a
minimum of three years but possibly more. I am slated for graduation Spring
2015 with a major/Emphasis in Business management Marketing and a minor in the
Culinary arts. I have begun considering a career in the Catering field. I was
just offered a job at the local FedEx Ground Location and I have orientation on
Friday March 16 2012.
Ashton Clark
Seaver
March 15, 2012
