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To understand a certain invention or development, it is helpful to learn the background on the inventor or developer. A person is the product of his or her lifestyle and family upbringing. It has been proven that a stable, loving family is an important headstart in whatever venture or business is chosen. Not that an orphan off the streets cannot also make something of his life, but he would have many more obstacles to overcome. So, this background history about John Richardson will explain much about his many remarkable inventions and discoveries. The main one right now is that of the Continuous Process for the manufacture of the TRUE Colloidal Silver.
| There were other important inventions in earlier years, which had to be put "on hold" or hidden away because Big Business men threatened his life and that of his family, if he didn't do as they demanded. Two of the most important were a "carburetor improvement/adjustment mechanism" allowing a gas burning fuel system for autos to get from 90 to 100 miles per gallon. The other was an "atomic isotope generator," about the size of a washing machine, which was for electricity usage. It was meant to service a 5,000 sq. ft. house or building, and would last over 100 years, at a minimal up-front cost. Everyone with an imagination will know what those would mean in today's world..... Greed and Big Business do not care about the average person or family, only about $$$ lining their Pockets. But there will come a DAY when those inventions will be readily available. Don't ask ME about where they are currently hidden and being used, as I don't know. John thought it best that even his own children didn't know, for Safety. |
In the last hundred years, technology came to the rescue of the almost forgotten Colloidal Silver... it began to be manufactured by a Batch Process, using high voltage electricity to break down the silver particles as small as 1/10,000 of an inch, much smaller than can be seen with the naked eye. Electricity at a certain exact frequency gave the tiny particles a magnetic charge, which caused them to repel each other so there was no more clumping and they could be fully absorbed by the body. Scientists discovered that using a tiny bit of this Colloidal Silver worked better than the large amounts of the ground-up silver mixed with water, and there were no longer instances of Argyria. But making it in this laborious manner was so expensive that only the wealthy could afford to use it at all.
During 1983, a retired electrical engineer, John Richardson, suffering from an enlarged prostate contacted his doctor, who was a Naturopath. He was told there were 2 choices: surgery or take Colloidal Silver. John, of course, chose Colloidal Silver, but learned that he could only purchase it commercially in large quantities, at the going price of about $100 per oz. He bought just enough to alleviate his condition, and then decided to use his background and experience to learn how to produce Colloidal Silver more economically.
For about 8 years John, and one of his sons, studied, researched and experimented using an electrolytic process, sorting out the problems so they could use the prescribed process on a Continuous Mode, as opposed to the old Batch Mode. The result,--it could then be produced for a fraction of the cost, yet still maintain the optimum concentration of silver particles.
In 1991, John’s Group formed the Silver Colloidal Co., Inc., and began selling 4 oz. bottles. Because it was the identical formula to the pre-1938 version, the FDA approved it, as per a September 13, 1991 letter received from Consumer Safety Officer, Harold Davies of the U.S. Food and Drug Administration. The Silver Colloidal Co. has the FDA Manufacturer Registration #60943.
This product is approved by the International Colloidal Silver Council, formed in 1994 by a group of medical doctors, researchers, and other professionals concerned about maintaining the quality and stability of Colloidal Silver. Post 1991 there were quite a few persons who tried to copy the methods of the Silver Colloidal Co., Inc., in manufacturing an imitation version. But because the method is a proprietary one, they were unable to do so. Their versions would NOT eliminate any viruses, and only a few bacteria.
The Silver Colloidal Company's version has come to be known as the TRUE Colloidal Silver, and is now being sold in many countries of the world, as well as all 50 U.S. States. It is the only version which has been proven to destroy over 650 strains of harmful bacteria and ALL Viruses in less than 7 minutes.
John Thornton Richardson was born 29 November 1920 in a little eastern Utah mining town, near the Colorado state line, named "Dragon." He was named after his grandfather. His father, William Muir Richardson, and mother, Clara (Collier) Richardson, were then the parents of a daughter, Isabella Claire Richardson (born 24 January 1914 in Vernal, Uintah Co., Utah) and a son, William James Richardson, (born 18 May 1918 in Midview, Duchesne Co., Utah). The father, William, had been working for several years as a coal miner during the winter months, and on their homestead the rest of the months. It was located about 40 miles west of Vernal in Duchesne County, on old Ute Indian reservation lands, which had become available for settlement about 1915.
Both parents were descended from early Utah Pioneers, originating in Scotland and England. There were also several early New England lines, and 4 Mayflower ancestors. William grew up on a ranch east of Vernal, almost to the Colorado state line, and from age 14 worked with an uncle herding cattle and sheep. Clara's parents lived many years in Provo, Utah, and were Alumni of the old Brigham Young Academy there. They moved out to Vernal with their growing family of 6 children in 1890, where Clara was born on July 25th. She always wanted a college education,--in a time when few girls even graduated from High School. At age 16, she completed High School in Vernal, then worked for several months to save enough to travel back to Provo, and begin her advanced education at what had then become Brigham Young University. She had a great interest in chemistry and physics, along with mathematics; Madame Marie Curie was then her heroine, and she would have loved to follow in her footsteps. But in 1910-1911 there were few positions for women in those fields, so she became a school teacher instead. Omitting many details here, suffice it to say that she worked her way through and graduated in 3 years from BYU, then went teaching school in a remote south eastern area of Nevada, in a small town named Bunkerville, a few miles west of the state lines of Arizona and Utah.
In 1912 her own mother passed away out in Vernal, and her father asked her to return home to help take care of several young children. Her older 2 sisters were then married with small ones of their own, but 2 older brothers also took a child each into their homes. All together, the parents, Joab and Theodocia (Keeler) Collier had 16 children,--14 of whom grew to adulthood, married, and had children of their own. Clara began teaching school in Vernal, while living in her father's house and seeing that her 3 youngest brothers attended school, too. She resumed her friendship of several on-and-off years with William Richardson, which had blossomed into love. In March 1913, they traveled to Salt Lake City,--a 3 day journey via wagon and railroad,--to be married in a Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. They returned to live in Vernal, until taking up a homestead near Midview, Duchesne County. Clara continued teaching school until then, and William was with his uncle herding cattle and sheep, which often entailed being gone for weeks and months at a time, as the livestock drives took them from Utah to Denver, Colorado, and sometimes even further east into Kansas.
Living on the homestead was back-breaking work for both of them, but they made friends with other young couples in the same area, who were also in the same situation. Because there were no schools in that area, Clara began to teach her daughter, as well as a few other young children, for at least 2 hours daily. When William and Clara at last realized that their months and years of work and hardship were not getting them anywhere, they decided to give up the homestead, go to Dragon and William would work in the mine there full time, beginning in the late Fall of 1919.
| Most of the difficulty of living on that erstwhile Indian reservation, was the lack of water to irrigate crop land. The men had laboriously dug small canals to channel the mountain streams, and had built dams in several places to make small lakes to contain that water, so it could be used when necessary. BUT -- they finally could NOT outwit the persistent BEAVERS! Those pesky critters consistently destroyed the dams, or then built others where they pleased, and if not discovered in time, the rushing waters washed away the planted crops. That homestead of William and Clara was lying in an especially vulnerable spot. |
While living in Dragon, Clara applied for the position of PostMistress, and because of her education, easily secured it. The wage paid to her was what we'd consider today "a mere pittance," but every dollar helped, and she could take Claire and young William with her to the small post office building every day, and continue to teach Claire. On 29 November 1920, another son was born. John Thornton was a large baby, over 10 lbs., and with a shock of bright red hair. William, the father, and young William both had dark brown wavy hair; Claire had medium brown. But Clara's hair was a beautiful shade of auburn, somewhat darker than her own father's had been. William was 6 ft. tall, and very handsome! Clara was only 5 ft. 3 ins., and a beautiful woman. They met when they were just 16 yrs. and always remembered each other, even when months and years separated them.
Mining work in Dragon was hard and dirty, and the pay was low. William hated being down in the dark underground, as he'd always been used to the clean mountain air and bright sunshine. So when he heard from his cousin, James McPhie, who was then working under better conditions over in the Hiawatha mine, about 25 miles southwest of Price, Carbon County, Utah, he decided they'd move over there. It was the Spring of 1921, and John was only a few months old, when they made the trip by wagon. By the summer of 1921 Clara decided that Hiawatha was an even rougher town than Dragon had been. She learned from other women that it was dangerous for young Claire and other girls. So she arranged to send 7 yr. old Claire back to Vernal to live with an aunt. Clara continued to teach young William, and also several other children, taking as pay food of various kinds. At that time there were no regular schools in that mining town.
She noticed when John was about a year old, he liked to take a stick and draw circles in the dirt. That was not remarkable, but as she told others later, the circles were always connected in some way, like gears. He watched wagons going by, and when they were stopped, he crawled over to them and ran his fingers over the spokes, and even tried to crawl under the wagons to examine the axles. Clara noticed that he was always very curious about the way things were made, or put together. By the time he was 3, he found a screwdriver and continually tried to take things apart.
Another amusing instance about that time was that John was always being teased about his bright red hair. Some of the older boys called him "Redhead Pee the Bed!" Instead of attempting to fight them, which would not have been successful because of his size, he found some old black, axle grease and smeared it liberally all through his hair. When he showed it off to his mother,--rather proudly, as his brother later related,--she was horrified! Anyone can imagine the difficulty she had in removing it with the only available cleaner: LYE SOAP! We can look back on Those Days and wonder how the women ever coped without our modern detergents...
In the spring of 1924 William and Clara had managed to save enough money for a down payment on their first car. They decided that since William could not take time off to travel over to Price, the County seat, and pick out a car at one of the 2 dealerships there, Clara would do that. She left young William and John with a woman friend, and traveled by the horse-drawn stagecoach to Price. At that time she had a brother, Joseph Collier, a blacksmith, who was living there with his family, so she had a place to stay. Also, in those days, no drivers' licenses were required, and driving lessons were included with the purchase of the autos! So Clara completed the lessons and drove a Studebaker back to Hiawatha, later teaching William to drive. She related that John was beside himself with Joy, and wanted to crawl in, around, and under the car all day long! The doors had to be kept locked to keep him from trying to experiment with all the "fascinating gadgets" he could see on the dashboard and elsewhere.
In the Fall of 1924 William was in a bad accident down in the coal mine (having a foot crushed when a coal car ran over it.) He decided that no longer was he ever going to work underground again. He'd heard from another cousin who was then raising chickens up in Cache Valley, in the northeast corner of Utah, and wanted him to come up and join him there. So that's where they moved. Little Claire could once more join her family, too. They settled in a large house near the town of Wellsville, which was 18 miles south of Logan. William also obtained a dairy route from there to Logan each day hauling milk. Young William and Claire were in school. John continued to take things apart to see how they worked, with an insatiable curiosity, but then began to put them back together again, with the encouragement of an exasperated mother. She was very tired of doors falling off their hinges! A baby sister was born 9 December 1928, and named Carol Rae.
The summer of 1930 the family moved up to Logan. John took a great interest in the crystal radio sets which had been invented. He managed to obtain a "kit" and learned to assemble it and even make it work. Among other things, he was always taking apart his brother's bike and trying to improve it.
In early 1931 Clara contracted T.B., and the doctor advised William to take her to a "hot, dry climate" or she would never recover. They had traveled out to the Vernal area the previous summer when William's father, John Thornton Richardson, was dying, and while visiting with a cousin, learned that he and his wife wanted someone to drive them to California, where they had decided to live. It was the Depression, and now seemed like a perfect opportunity for all of them. William and Clara drove out to Vernal with the 2 boys and Carol. Claire was then married and working in Logan. The boys were left with relatives in Vernal; the 4 adults and Carol drove out to California, via southern Utah and southern Nevada. The place they had chosen was near Visalia, Tulare Co., about 40 miles southeast of Fresno, and within sight of the Sierra Nevada mountains eastward, where Sequoia Natl. Park was located.
William and Clara had learned that there were some farms and orchards to the north of Visalia, which had been repossessed by banks, when their prior owners could not make the payments. The banks were looking for people to live on them, rent-free, as caretakers, until they could again be sold, when the economy improved. One bank was pleased to learn of William's prior experience with irrigation, and arrangements were soon made to settle on a 40 acre farm with grape vineyards and orange groves, near Dinuba. There was a comfortable farmhouse, and even a live-in Japanese man out in his own little house, who was in charge of hiring and overseeing day laborers from time to time to pick the fruit, and prune the vines and trees. William was in charge of irrigating those acres, but in the seasons of fruit picking, he could also make extra money along with the other hired men. Wages were low. He made only an average of 10 to 15 cents per HOUR.
Clara learned of a doctor nearby who today would be called a "Naturopath," but then just followed a common sense method of advising his patients to eat mostly veggies and fruits. The people who had lost the farm left behind a milk cow and a few hens, plus a large vegetable garden, so our family was well provided for that way. Clara's health rapidly improved after she began following the doctor's suggestions. No more white flour or sugar. They bought wheat from a local feed store, and had it ground there, too. Honey was in plentiful supply from local farmers. Within 6 months or less, Clara no longer had any detectable T.B., or any other health problems. In fact, she felt well enough to drive the car, with Carol, back to Utah to pick up her sons, and then back out to California again, with no problems along the way. It was good to have everyone together again.
The family lived there near Dinuba for about 2 years, before that place was finally sold. It was still fairly easy to find other foreclosed properties, and the next move was up just north of Orosi, about another 15 miles away. That place had mainly oranges, but the living arrangements were the same. All those years John became more and more proficient in repairing and "fixing" things, such as the old washing machine. He was always most interested in electricity and figured out a way to build a "magneto" which I remember was wrapped in copper wire. When a handle was cranked, it emitted low voltage and if someone was holding the loose wire they received a Tingle! John's friends were always more or less fascinated with it, but when John held my hand and sent that voltage to me, I was terrified, and it still brings back unpleasant memories! I remember several times screaming and then running to William, my older brother, for protection. My mother and he finally made John understand that it was Torture for me, not Fun!
William was a quiet, gentle boy, who loved music. He learned to play several musical instruments during his lifetime and had a beautiful singing voice, which I compared in later years to that of Mario Lanza. He wanted to become an opera singer, but Life's Pathway led him via another route. More of him later... Both boys were always active in the Boy Scouts of America, and both earned their Eagles. Father was a Scoutmaster in several areas in which we lived.
About that time John managed to collect enough parts from various junkyards to actually build a "stripped down" car. It had 2 X 4's for sides, an old seat which was fastened to them somehow, no workable headlights, and minimal bottom floor boards. He also obtained some Model T Ford parts, as a Kit, and reassembled everything. (Mother forbid me to even get into it!). He only drove it around the country roads, and where he got the money for gas, was a mystery. But he said that he had "tinkered" with the engine and carburetor so it could run for weeks on very little gas. No one outside our family and some of his friends and neighbors even knew about the car, and never questioned its abilities. When we moved away, John sold it to a friend. Don't know the details.
During the early summer of 1936, that farm was finally sold, and we were given 2 months to move again. Claire's early marriage at 16 yrs. of age had broken up and she moved down to live with our family again. She soon made a number of friends in the area, and ended up marrying a young man her own age, Lester Meinzer, in September 1936. He was a go-getter and steadily improved his lot in life until as a builder of custom homes in the Sacramento, California, area he retired a millionaire. They had 3 daus. and 4 sons, including a set of twin boys. One of the twins died in a hiking accident when he was 13 yrs., but the other children married and have families.
One of Clara's neighbors was quite interested in the Occult, Ouija Boards, etc. A Jewish man was always asking her to do "readings" for him. When Clara was over to the woman's house one late afternoon, she listened to a "session" involving the man, Mr. Gundelfinger. He wanted to know how he could find "a lot of Gold." He was given the info that IF he were to go north into the mountains, near the town of Mariposa (just south of Yosemite Natl. Park) there was a certain place, which would be shown him, and there he was to dig down about 20 ft. At that point there was a large vein of pure Gold, where he could just reach his hand in and scoop it out. Clara laughed at the notion, but then mentioned that her husband had mining experience. That's all it took, to have him talk to William and offer to pay him to move his family up there and dig for the Gold. So that's where our family went in the Summer of 1936.
Mariposa was in the mid-foothills of the southern Sierra Nevada Mountains, at an altitude of about 5,000 ft. It was an old mining area, about 40 miles east of Merced, and the area was covered with pines and other varieties of trees. It was beautiful, and I liked to explore around where our camp was set up, finding old Indian arrowheads and occasional shards of pottery. We had 2 main tents, and Clara cooked over an open campfire. William began digging where Mr. Gundelfinger had directed him. The boys helped with the digging, as it was ALL done by hand. As the hole, about 4 ft. in diameter, grew deeper a windlass was arranged to span the opening, while William was down in it, loading a bucket as he dug. Then the boys would draw it up, dump the dirt and lower it down again. Mr. Gundelfinger was living at a boarding house in Mariposa, but came out almost every day to see what was happening and impatiently inquire about the progress.
William had discussed those plans at length with Mr. Gundelfinger before they had ever moved from the farm in Orosi, and informed him that the usual and right way to find gold was near a stream, using a pan to sluice the ore-bearing dirt which had washed down. But Mr. G. insisted that "the spirits" had told him he WOULD find a rich vein buried in the earth, and they just had to keep on digging. Since he was paying the bills and wages, William just shrugged and Kept on Digging. But along about the end of August, when the hole was already nearly 10 ft. deep, one day as the boys were winding up the rope with the bucket filled with dirt and rocks, it suddenly broke. William could do nothing but stand in the middle of the hole while the bucket, rocks, dirt and rope just cascaded all around him. He later told Clara that he knew an Unseen Power had protected him, but that was IT. He was not to continue any longer. Of course, Mr. Gundelfinger was furious and offered him even more money to keep on digging, but to no avail. (My brother, William, said he never learned exactly whatever became of that venture. Mr. G. did find someone else to continue that futile effort, but a few feet deeper, a strata of solid granite prevented further digging. He wanted to use some dynamite, but the man refused to work for him any longer.)
The Depression was still going on, and William found work with the W.P.A., clearing land and helping to build the new Mariposa Airport. It was arranged that our family moved from the camp over about 2 miles closer to Mariposa, onto some land belonging to a cattle rancher. It was not being used except during a cattle roundup in the late Fall of the year. It was about one acre in extent and entirely fenced, with one side extending down to a clear stream of running water. That's where the boys and I went to swim when it was warm enough. By some exploration up in the hills nearby they found a spring of pure water, which they scooped out enough earth to make a shallow pond and could dip in a bucket for culinary purposes. William found a lumber mill nearby where there were many rough, scrap boards free for hauling away. He and the boys borrowed a team and wagon, hauled them back to the fenced lot, and soon built a cabin about 12 ft. X 16 ft., including a small divided room for sleeping. The boys slept outside in one of the tents, which was very cold in the winter. A big iron cooking stove was purchased at a reasonable price from a family moving away, There was lots of wood everywhere, but it required Much chopping. That chore was one which occupied much of the boys' time.
We started school in Mariposa the first week of Sept., and a school bus made its rounds out our way and back up into the hills where other families lived. William was a Junior in H.S. that year, John was in the 9th grade, and I was in 3rd. (Both boys had lost a year of schooling with all the moving around back in Utah.) There were only 2 schools,--the elementary, from 1st to 8th grades, and the H.S. from the 9th to 12th.
John hated to read, as his only interests were in mechanical or electrical things. Clara had often despaired because he read at such a low grade level. She tried to make him understand that Reading was the very basis of the other classes and programs, but it seemed he only read when he wanted to learn more about his own specific interests. I used to read his English books because they were more fascinating than the usual "Dick and Jane and Spot" stories in the 3rd grade level of that time. Mother also told me all the old Greek and Roman Mythology stories, and encouraged me when I began writing my own stories and strange rhyming poems.
Time passed on, and we lived there until in January 1938. The Airport was completed, dedicated, and many of us earned our first airplane rides there. Our family had always sung together, and the boys played their musical intruments,--William had his violin, John his trumpet, while both boys and their father played harmonicas. So our family performed at the dedication in several ways and later the boys and I had an exciting 15 min. airplane ride above and around the town.
We moved to an area northeast of Sacramento in January 1938. Through friends, William was able to locate a farm which had several large chicken coops, and an owner who preferred living in town rather than the country. He mainly wanted someone who would keep up the 2 acre lot and house in exchange for rent, as he didn't want to sell the place outright. He had no objection to the raising of chickens there, realizing that a family would need something to make money for living expenses. Young William by that time had decided to use his second name, James. He moved into Sacramento and roomed with a couple other young men belonging to our Church, while working at whatever jobs he could find. John enrolled in San Juan High School, and the next school year at Grant H.S., where he graduated. He worked at various after school jobs.
He soon began to go to South Sacramento, where the airport was then located, visiting the hangars and planes, talking to the pilots, offering to do any kind of work in exchange for flight lessons, or actual flying whenever possible. Later, James began to do the same, and in due time both earned pilots' licenses.
In February 1939, my parents and I moved into the city of Sacramento, where father became a night watchman for a cleaning company. The man who owned the large house and estate had decided to sell it. We lived about 4 blocks from the old Sutter's Fort, then being a museum, surrounded by mud brick walls. I went there often, climbing the big old trees and walking along the tops of the walls.
John continued his pursuit of an electrical engineering career, taking classes at nights and outside of regular school times, because of having to work to finance them. News of war in Europe had many on edge, and some young men joined the Army even before Dec. 1941. Both James and John considered that plan, but during the winter of 1940-41 John was riding his motorcycle during a stormy night, and slid under the wheels of a city bus. He ended up fracturing his skull, and spent nearly a month in a coma. He was taken home after a week or so, and tenderly nursed by our mother,--who never gave up on him, and constantly prayed for his welfare. He finally recovered, but the plate which had been placed in his skull, prevented him from ever being able to join any branch of the service. For several years he worked for a telephone/telegraph company, helping to string the first wires across desolate areas of Nevada, where now Interstate 80 is located.
William and Clara decided to move back to Utah, and made a special trip in the summer of 1941 to locate a suitable farm. They chose one about 3 miles north of Pleasant Grove, which is 15 miles north of Provo, and made plans to take possession of it the following spring. But when the War began in December and they learned of gas rationing soon to be imposed, their plans were swiftly moved up, and they were able to leave in mid-January. John went along to help drive a big truck of furniture and household goods. I was enthused about seeing my first snow, learning to sled down hills, later lce skating on ponds and lakes. But it took awhile to get used to the COLD weather there! None of us ever learned to ski, because of the expenses involved.
James joined the Army Air Force in early January 1942. He learned to fly the big B-25 bombers and other fighter planes. He fully expected to be sent over to England with the rest of his squadron. But because of his special talent as an Instructor, he was kept in the States during the rest of the War, spending most of the time in Omaha and Lincoln, Nebraska. He said at the time he was disappointed, but didn't know when he was well off, as most of his squadron lost their lives on various bombing runs over Germany.
On December 9, 1942 he married Charlotte Nelson, a native of Utah. They had met when they were both singing for awhile in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in Salt Lake City. They had a son and 3 daus., all of whom married and had children. One dau. died in an auto accident several years ago. Charlotte passed away on Christmas Day, 2005. James is still living an active life in the Salt Lake Valley, where he continues playing, rebuilding and tuning pianos, as he has for many years. A dau. and his son live nearby, as do a number of his grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.
John married first to Mary Fugal, of Pleasant Grove, Utah, in 1944, and they had a dau. and 2 sons. One son is deceased, from results of a brain tumor, several years ago, but all of them married and had children. They lived in Fairfield, Calif. for a number of years, but then returned to Pleasant Grove, where John was employed by the Geneva Steel Plant a few miles away on Utah Lake. His marriage broke up and he moved back to the Sacramento area, where he worked for awhile with his brother-in-law, Lester Meinzer, helping to build custom homes out of adobe brick. While there, he invented and fabricated automated machinery to improve the production of those bricks. Later, that machinery benefited other areas of the California housing industry.
John Richardson's philosophy may best be described as "IMPROVISE AND IMPROVE." That has certainly been the case in many aspects of his life's endeavors. When something didn't work out as he wished, then he experimented until he found a way around the difficulty.
Such was certainly the case when his first marriage didn't work out. He found another young woman, MaryLynne Davies, wooed and won her, and they were married in 1954 in Utah. They had 4 sons and 3 daus., all of whom married and have children, and grandchildren now. All are leading happy and productive lives; two sons are engineers, one is a businessman. The daus. are wives and mothers, and 2 of them also working in offices.
At different and later stages of his life, John's inventions have also included automated candle making, updated oil and gas refining, increased automobile fuel economy, and the atomic fueled Generator, for an unlimited supply of electricity. Some of those will have to wait until the Greedy Big Business Boys are placed Six Feet Under.... But that Day is coming, and may be sooner than anyone realizes....
Because John became careless in handling the High Voltage required in producing the TRUE Colloidal Silver, he took several jolts strong enough to damage his heart. So when he had heart attacks in 1995, eventually his doctor could not use a Pacemaker for his benefit. John finally passed away in May 1996, and is buried in the Pleasant Grove cemetery near where our parents are also laid to rest, about 15 miles north of Provo, Utah. His loving wife of many years, MaryLynne, is now buried beside him.
The Rest of the Story about how John developed the modern Continuous Process for making the TRUE Colloidal Silver is written at length elsewhere in several articles and WebSites, along with extensively detailed histories and articles. Links to most of those articles are below.
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Carol Alexander
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