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Hi I'm Ken Cashion

I create hands-on museum exhibits. I race cars in the dirt. I love mid-century design. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I'm a husband and father. I studied art in college and taught high school for many years. I discovered Industrial Design later in life and pursued a career in exhibits. I specialize in creating mechanical contraptions, mostly for science museums. I also love cars and bicycles, so it's no surprise that this is what I'm doing. I'm also a national champion in a sport called RallyCross, where vehicles compete against the clock on twisty, unpaved courses.

Why I am a Mormon

It was Fall, 2006. A few weeks earlier I had lost my job, but this particular day was Halloween. It had become customary for my son and me to set out together trick-or-treating about the neighborhood. This was never something I enjoyed as a child, but as an adult, I liked the opportunity to walk around the neighborhood, knock on strangers’ doors, greet them and get a glance into their homes. As the evening wore on and our plastic pumpkins grew full, I decided it was time to head back home. My son, on the other hand wanted to head toward a friend’s house several blocks over. “No,” I said, “that’s too far, and it’s getting late. If we were going to go that far, we’d need our bikes.” As we walked home we proceeded to discuss riding our bikes around to do the trick-or-treating. I asked him what kind of costume would warrant the use of a bike. Then it hit me: two guys riding around on bikes, going door-to-door… “We could be those guys in the white shirts, with the ties and the name tags!” I was delighted with the idea, but I was certain that those guys had a name for themselves. We walked for several blocks while I racked my brain, and all-of-a-sudden it came to me. “Elder!” I exclaimed. “They call themselves ‘Elder’.” When we got home, we spread out our candy on the kitchen table and told mom about our outing. I shared the funny story about how we were going to be guys on bikes next Halloween and bragged about my recollection of the term ‘Elder,’ though I have no idea how it came to me. A few days later, on a cold Sunday evening, there was a knock at our door. You guessed it. I went to church for a several years when I was a kid. I never felt that the people at those churches were living the lessons they taught. When the missionaries found me that cold November evening, they addressed a lot of the resentment and doubt I had based on past experiences. I wasn't looking for religion at the time, but Heavenly Father knew I was ready.

How I live my faith

It took me quite a while to commit to be baptized and become a member of the church. In fact, my wife, who was a Catholic at the time, was baptized a few months after meeting the missionaries. I began attending church a couple months after meeting the missionaries and have been going regularly ever since. Even before I was a "member" I was given the task of organizing the local blood drive. Not knowing that the drive was being coordinated across three church "wards," I assumed that I needed to fill the entire sign-up sheet for the event. You can imagine the surprise of the other coordinators when I nearly filled all the available slots from just one ward. I'm currently serving as a teacher for adult men. It's a great use of my teaching background, and it helps me gain a greater understanding of gospel principles. It's amazing how well targeted to my own needs the lessons turn out to be.