Lysle George Munns was waiting for the bus one day, and his mom was gone. She was down in California visiting his brother Orlin. It was a cold winter in Utah. The stove was in the kitchen and the water tank was in the bathroom right across the wall. The water jacket runs in the stove and around through the stove where you make the fire and it was frozen. They made a fire in the stove. His sister was sitting in front of the stove with her five or six month old baby, and Lysle was standing by her. The heat from the fire made the pipes break. The stove exploded. Shrapnel flew like everything. They had an old refrigerator that got holes in it from the shrapnel. Some of the shrapnel hit Grandpa’s leg, roughly below the calve muscle. His sister Edna didn’t get hurt but her boy, her baby, Glade, died. There was nothing on him, not a scratch. He hadn’t been hit. Edna was just there to stay with the kids while their mother was gone. When it exploded people on the road saw there was a problem with the smoke and everything and they got them help.
The doctor said, “We can’t save that leg. We are going to need to cut it off.” And Lysle replied, “If you cut it off you might as well kill me. I don’t want to live if you take my leg off.” His leg was just hanging on by one side. And the doctors, they did something, sewed it on, and it worked. His leg healed and he could walk and dance.
