LESS THAN BREAKING NEWS......FROM JUAB HIGH CLARION OF 1962

The Class of Juab High of 1962 has finally graduated and....It wasn't just Clark Newell that had his fill of the Elvis looking hair drenched down with Vitalis, but Tom Newell rocking car is gone and Max Orme has told Mont Jones he can now go out and work on Diesel Trucks, which he did in Idaho. And Myrna of the local Times News just may want to read about about the article written by the Carbon the High School and don't forget the record Hop for this Friday. The JV Cheerleaders consisting of Pat Mories, Cleda Blackett, Judy Jackson and  Connie Kendall put a ad in there.

 

IT IS APRIL OF 1965; ARE YOU GOING TO ATTEND THE HIGHLIGHTS OF JUAB HIGH?

If you haven't read "The Cremation of Sam Magee", it is time you did, even if Halloween Night is not here yet. As a kid, I remember being cooped in the Jones Family Home, where I was recovering from Sunstroke. This was the second one I had, and recall when Dr. Beckstead came to the home to see if I was still alive!  He had previously warned me to always wear a hat if I am out in the sun pulling weeds, as the second hit is often the fatal one. Yes, that was when Nephi was very honest to goodness RURAL. My mother stayed with me to constantly soak bed sheets in cold water to hang around to draw the heat from the almost dead me. My mother was an avid reader, and she would give me various books to read and learn poems. I recall the very ghostly story up yonder where the snow storms come and night chills fill the air. It was written by Robert Service in 1907. It talks of one of two friends not wanting to die in the cold snow filled night while searching for gold and convinced his pal to cremate his body, as he would sooner go out in fire than freezing to death. If you can pick it up on U-Tube, make sure you have a warm blanket. Speech Class was kind of a cinch for me, as I had already knew that poem all too well. Our teacher was Mrs. Thela Wanker, and I feared her about as much as I respected her. The program should be attached below. I am not sure what word describes the setting, but of the three students involved with that skit, one member didn't survive to graduate with the Class of 65. He and all students felt like victims when a dastardly war occurred nobody heard of before, and Craig Higginson was KIA in Nam. And it is difficult to think of Mike Morgan(son of Frank) doing a Humorous Reading about "The Drunk". Then an inspirational speech by Lorraine Nezteossis "I AM AN AMERICAN INDIAN". Then another of my favorite poems is "THE TOUCH OF THE MASTERS HAND". And nobody could do that Dramatic Reading better than Marjorie Greenhalgh. And Morris Wright could always make a good MC.

Here you go.

HAPPY HEAVENLY BIRTHDAY LAVON HARRIS JONES

During the ten years you were separated by Dad, you had missed his presence, as each of us kids did as well. You lucked out okay, though, as you are now with your earthly parents; your classmates from the mighty Class of Nephi High, and as I stare at that photo of your sister-Maggie Vera Harris of long ago, you got it made. And just so you know, we have kept our promise that the Nephi Jones kids will always stand together. Four of us are heading up North for lunch, and then we will call Gary B. and give free entertainment for the other folks that tune in to our channel. And each of your kids of Weston, Hal, Kent, Gary and Jaynette have been on earth with an average age of 75 years old, so we will be joining you soon enough, and none of us have been able to do the Nortonville Two Step just right, but we will keep practicing. And thanks for being the best of the best Moms in the best rural town anywhere.

TWO PHOTOS OF VIC AND ALBERTA JONES AND PHOTO Of THE KIDS OF THE KIDS

I have no idea who I received these photos from or the year, but want to donate them, then that person can make more from the negative's. Who ever wants them, please type your name and address in the messenger portion on Facebook, and if my hunch is right, Sherm sits on high, as does a few other Nephi Saints including the daughter of Vaughan Paxman; Daughter of June Williams; Stetson Jones; Dee Nielson and his younger brother; Madeline Pyper, who lived on the corner of 5th North and Main; which was next to the Sparks Motel; which was next to The Serv; which was next to the Beeline Gas Station, run by the Boswell family, who lived next house down and across the street was where King Sherm did the chores for his Dad who was shot by a "Friendly Fire". And that is why police are the good guys who try to break up a fight between a husband and wife, but when the cops try to arrest either or both, the cop is killed dead and that is when we see the Criminal Justice System as being unfair, but it is fair to the Jury and/or Judge! Vic was a MP during WW One, but that can be more dangerous than fighting in the Trenches of France. And if you think we were slow to get in that War To End All Wars, go chat with Woody Wilson, who wasn't a Teddy Roosevelt riding up with Mat Howard of Starr Route. Amen and please pass the peas.

T

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY YOUNG BROTHER-GARY B. JONES

When Gary B. Jones grew up in Jonesville in the North Ward, he was known as Gary B. and not only was a scholastic student at Juab High, but starred in many of the School Plays and what we used to call "Road Shows", where each LDS ward throughout East Juab County, would put on a live show on stage, and it was a part of what the LDS Church would sponsor. Gary B. was tall and thin, much like his Uncle Vic Jones. When our father-Alma "Cash" Jones passed away in 1984, Gary B. took on the physical aspect of our Dad, almost instantly! Gary B. was not only an actor on the stage, but had a deep resounding voice that could be heard loud and clear even to the hard of hearing. He excelled in the Mt. Nebo FFA, not only in Speech Contests, but on the winning State Parliamentary Procedure Contest. He was active in the LDS Church, and worked his way to the top, receiving his Eagle Scout Degree. He then became a good friend of Lynn Esplin, who was the Juab County Agent. If that wasn't enough, he became one of the head leaders of Camp Maple Dell, and worked there each Summer, while not attending BYU and Utah State. Then on to an LDS Mission to the downunder country where seeing a Kangaroo was part of the glamour of what he enjoyed doing. He remains active in that religion. Although Nephi remains his hometown, and while his siblings would like to see him closer, each of us have tried to explain Nephi is not Nephi anymore, with many move ins, that it is no longer the friendly rural town it was when five of us kids were constantly busy doing chores, and not paid for those duties, as it was just something we did and grateful to have food on the table. Gary B. answered the call from  Uncle Sam, and during the Viet Nam Era, his older brother, who was in the Air Force, wondered why Gary jumped out of a perfectly good plane. Gary B. was an Army Ranger, and a good one at that. He was self taught how to hide under dirt and bushes to shoot the biggest buck around, so doing that as a Ranger was nothing. Once home, he went to work for Western Airlines and followed when it was bought out by Delta Airlines. He jumped on a plane for the airport under the Northern Lights of Alaska. On his off days, he would work as a fish and game hunting guide. I went up there to be with him on a bear hunt. When he picked up the trail of a bodily excretion remains. I was glad to get back to his place on the Iditarod Trail. He then retired from the airlines and the National Guard, and started with his bottle of pennies and got into the sled dog racing. I didn't know how to spell or say the race, until he explained it like Mrs. Lomax would do. "I DIT A ROD". I then returned another year to take care of his Kennel while he raced. It is only a thousand miles! With a prior Subdural Hematoma, certain noises affect my brain, such as barking dogs, but like parents getting accustomed to their crying babies, I wasn't bothered by his barking dogs, as they were his pride and joy. And in Alaska, he is a well known "Musher" and has written several books, all on motivational subjects.He has just came out with the Third Printing of "Winning The Iditarod" which should be available at the Nephi Library. G.B. Jones never married, but when he turned 70, he felt bad about a young boy that his mother or father didn't want, so G.B. Jones became the adopted father. In talking with him on the phone, one could feel the pressure of raising a kid that is now a "Holy Hell" Teenager. Our Dad survived and so will our tall brother.

CAN A BOY IN THE 6TH GRADE FALL IN LOVE WITH CHONITA?

 I don't recall falling in love in the sixth grade with anything other than playing marbles in the dirt where the District Courthouse is now. And nowadays, I think my wind sails have fallen off the wooden masts when they were young. And, if we dig deep in the uncounted documents of ions ago, we found a 1959 brochure that tells of a yarn about about a Chonita and the Gypsy Romance between two gals and two guys. I recall, almost licitiusly of Mary Lou Hintze, who played one of the Chonita's, and the other one played the part of the other Chonita, she being Ann Hall. Regardless of what the synopsis of the 6th grade Operetta would tell us, we all knew that Ann had her heart waiting for Dean Bailey, and sure enough they them those two got hitched. All in all, their were 80 of us kids that put on that show, and Mona, Levan and Mills didn't come in to the Central School. And all of us kids would take the duty to hold out the flags to stop the cars, and each student would take turns to help those that needed help and yes we did have to walk uphill to school and uphill to get home. And I hear tell that their were some of those Jones boys grabbing on the horse drawn plow that cleared the snow off before they invented paved sidewalks!! Years later, when I was 13 or 14, I felt bad for Jon Jackson who plowed the snow on the north, as he would walk down to the Snak Shak for a real supper, then I would drive him to his log house kitty korner from Ray Jackson.

HERE IS "THIS AND THAT AROUND JUAB" OF LONG AGO

Most kids of today are smarter than the class of Juab High-1965. Even if it was a President of the US of A, today's kids would know the guy was a weirdo if he bent over to smell your hair, so they just may be smarter than we were of decades ago. But if you needed to know what we did in 1965, here is good stuff contained in THE WASP. And not sure, but darn bettin that short lived Football Coach Davis never did get along with many folks, and pretty dam certain Dale Bailey didn't drink anything stronger than a 7-Up on New Years Eve. And where the heck is the school of Sunnison we played?