THE WRIGHT MORMON BOYS ARE IN VEGAS

You don't have to be a Mormon to be a Rodeo Champ, but it didn't hurt the Mormon Boxing Champs of West Jordan of yesteryear, The Nephi Jones Boys will be there cheering the Utah Boys on. If you are going to be there at the Arena, wear ear puffs as the noise is as bad there as the construction guys putting in the corners of Nephi Main Street; then jackhammer their mistakes again and again. Perhaps in their off Season the Beaver  County Wright Family can lay cement the right Way, or Maybe President Trump can make a visit and turn Nephi back into a horse and buggy town with no illegals or crime,                                                                      

                                                                 And a great kid from Goshen

TRIBUTE TO SADIE TOLLEY HARRIS ON HER 90TH BIRTHDAY

The place is Nephi, Utah, and it occured on Oct. 30, 1980. The text was written; typed and read by LaVon  Harris Jones, a sister-in-law to Sadie. It was on her 90th Birthday, and held at the home of Stella Harris Boswell. At the time, my father told me it was not necessary to tell all where the log cabin came from, but it was moved by a low-boy from Eureka when folks were leaving that West County area as they were under the wrong impression that all of the gold and silver had run out at about the time "No-Nose Maggie" was laid to rest there. I mixed the plaster while my Dad beautiful her log home. We wanted to get this part of family history together, so that Rachelle Harris Humble can put it all together in her book of the Harris Family, as those folks came to Juab County, like the Tolley and Jones Family with Mormon Pioneers. The copied pages are as is at;

LaVon Harris Jones of Nephi never retired, she just got Retreaded.

After both her parents died when LaVon Harris was young, she had already had work as a typist for an Insurance Co. then for A.E Smith, the County Agent. She was prepared to work as that is what her father-taught her to do. She dated but didn't get too serious until Alma Jones of East Nortonville came home from the Army. He was often called "Cash": as Coyn was his middle name, and seldom carried nothing more than a handkerchief and pepper in his pocket. But they were both itching for each other and by gum by golly, they got hitched and that Stork got busy, as it flew by about every 10 months or so. When the kids got to wear hand sewed clothes to school, LaVon went back to work, this time typing for the Utah Poultry, which was located just north of the Hobo Camp of Salt Creek. If you don't know where that used to be, then talk to some original Nephi folks, who used to take great food to those Vagabonds right after Church was out, or during the Ute Stampede. LaVon then became the Secretary to Clyde Child, who was the Juab School Supt, then for Ralph Menlove and Clark Newell. Her sons figured she only did that work to keep an eye on four young hoodlums as her kids! She then got retreaded at Steve Greenwoods Retreading Business, then went with VISTA, then Colonial Manor, then took a no paying job to send letters and a dollar to every kid in the military or on an LDS Mission. My guess is that God recognized that most exceedly. Now the rest of the story is how she was the Employee of the Month at the old Forrest Hotel, which became the new Nursing Home in Nephi. The reverse of that bulletin has different business' in town. If anyone can figure out where Fergs used to be, go there and as the winner, ask for their .17 cents per gallon of gasoline! Couldn't figure out how to turn photo, so you will just have to turn your eyes. Tis easier to do that then for me to try to fix it.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING. FOR SOME IT MAY NOT BE SO GLEEFUL

As the reader of this blog may have figured out-this writer of free scribbles' has a passion for History of any kind. The last chapter of History has not yet been written, and it may never happen, at least not yet. Thanksgiving is a term to describe whatever any individual or group of people choose it to be. As a kid growing up, a term I use sparily as some may suggest I may never ever Grow Up, and there is reason to believe that is not in my internal core. Like Robert Frost wrote in his poem about the Road Not Taken, I have often taken the road less traveled by-just to see what's over there. If the popular place to visit is Hawaii, then that is the only State of the Union I have never gone, nor do I wish to, at lease if I can stop it. Although my days or years on earth will eventually catch up with me, on this Thanksgiving Day, I have enjoyed the peace and solitude of sitting in front of the fireplace which not only gives me the heat from its glowing embers, but makes me want to give Thanks to God for all that which has happened  and gave to me. Most folks may want to be with their family, friends or just a big fat turkey, I like to pretend my fireplace is liken unto the one I grew up with on the same block as my father and his father before him. I would play around the stove with my Cowboys and Indian toys, which eventually had me wondering why we thought the Indians were the bad guys. It wasn't long until I got heavily involved in why I thought it was so special person to be a Cowboy, just like Randolph Scott, who to us kids, looked and acted liked Alma Jones, the father of the Nephi Jones Kids. He, like Randolph Scott was always the "Good Guy." I soon came to realize our thoughts may be related to where we grew up and what other people have infiltrated our brains to accept. Initially, I think the Nephi Jones Family gave Thanks to God above- the real creator of all of us and the things of the world to use as sparingly as possible, but for our own benefit. Later on in life, I soon was to study at least in thought, that if we were bad kids, our Mother who threaten to send us back to the Indians. At the time, the LDS Church was heavily involved in seeking out Indian(or the Native Ones) kids to place in homes so they could get a chance to have a good home to stay in and get proper schooling. It sounded good at the time, as we became good friends with many of them. Then when summer came, they would go back to what we used to call the "Reservation", but would return when the fall school Bell rang. I started a new sentence, as I had to go get more coffee as it is too early for my afternoon siesta, and I learned living with some "Ancient Ones" that naps are good any time the body tells us that. The Mayans or the kids of the Mayans would often come up to me and put their hands together and rest their heads on their hands.That Was My Sign! I also recognize that I can't type too long until the burning cedar logs were calling for other logs to join them in the hot coals. Besides, I don't like the narrator of the classical musical station I listen to, as she reminds me of a California Valley Girl, with mush for brains. And in between John Wayne movies, I fell asleep. Even in my own castle, I have to have earmuffs on to squash the obnoxious noise of vehicles up and down the streets and the jackhammers on Main Street, who for the third time, redoing the corners And I forgot what I was going to write about today, but it could be that throughout life on earth, we have one giant load of being Invaders. I traveled to one country where an interpreter told me of how the Spanish of Spain Invaded the Aztec's and killed men and took their women as wife types or concubines, and forced people to build churches or shrines, as long as they found gold to send back to their old countries. And American citizens are now realizing that we to have been invaded and financially raped by Invaders, but perhaps we did the same coming with Christopher the Columbus. Regardless, I do wish a happy feast of food for the belly and food for your thoughts.Traveling that off road may be better than the Freeways we(but not me) are accustomed to. And some of the folks that get on TV to have you send them money to help feed others, may, just may be your Scammer of Scum! Be careful out there. You just may have a human near you with an empty stomach living under a plastic bag. At least I know one!

IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN A "LAST RESPONDER", PERHAPS YOU SHOULD PREPARE

For many Americans, we no longer have the Boy Scouts of America, which Motto was "Be Prepared". During the time of the Cuban Crises in the early 1960's, and our dealing with 3 people who many thought were the "Cream of the Crude" of Presidents, or at least that is what I heard on the grape vine! During those times, we may have been a little too late in Being Prepared, but I sure was. I filled up two fifty gallons of rain, snow and drinkable water; TP and yes even a "One Holder". My neighbor didn't like the idea of having that "Crapper" by his home, but at my age, it was unclear what that rumblin down under was doing! And I loaded up on cases of Spam, as WW Two boys reports "that can kill ya", but one thing or another we will survive, then shake off these old curly skins and between in Heaven or Hell, or maybe somewhere in between. I hope we don't have to learn computers in the  next world, as I have been trying to re-write this blog for 12 straight times but the new protection or windows or bogger keeps messing what I put down, so here goes. If a storm comes flooding, my new home is built up about two feet off the ground so it is just sitting on a pad of concrete. And I have a fireplace and a pasture where I grow trees, then chop them up for wood, and a couple years Nephi City didn't protect their citizens and a fire up Payson canyon made it so we had to turn off the gas for the furnace. That was perfect as I got Moms cooking pot out and cooked on that, then heated water on the stove for my shower. Then if things get so we are over taken by the so called leaders of Anti-Americans, I have access to plenty of ammo and guns. I even have a "Crapper", but my neighbor doesn't like it next to his home. My brother Hal was a front line Medic during Vietnam and is very proficient when we went fishing. I was in a hurry to get down the gravel incline and went down and scalhipping me. The old head has a lot of blood and he put bandage over it. A couple drove by and slowed down to see if I was okay. I was a little peeved so I hollered" You better get the Hell out of here before he comes after you. Well, it worked and he and Doctor Andy Oldroyd put several sutures in while Doc Jones was removing the pebble looking marbles under the scalp, So he was prepared too. And my last responder refers to the ambulance drivers; Doctors and other staff who help us all gets older and bones rattle and roll the older we are. The last Responder is seldom talked or wrote about but is important, They get you in the car or ambulance to prepare the way. Please don't stop and gawk. None of us hang around earth life too long, so make it slow on your destination. I have my headstone in pre paid for it.Put your funeral together so your kids don't have to sweat it out. This whole written processes keeping changing colors under some lines but not all, and no I am not smoking mushrooms.

TWO PLUS TWO EQUALS ONE

Two plus two equals One, but don't tell my grade school teacher. I will attempt an explanation. As our posts of a third million folks demonstrate my love for history, and so many inquires of who my ancestors are. Well, fundamentally I think I must have been naping when God created us in that Department, so if Racelle Humble gets her book written on the Nephi Harris Family, maybe she can take on the Jones folks. Now where was I. The first page should show the Pedigree chart of my paternal father, then the second item is the Pedigree photo of the William Jones Family. You may have to stretch them out to read, but don't use Elmers, as it didn't work for me. and yes, I still have my grandmothers reading glasses. 

ONE MORE HERO FOR ANYBODY WHO KNEW-CORRINE GARRETT OF NEPHI, UTAH

On the level of a sitting President of the United States, most citizens were shocked that President Franklin D. Roosevelt came down with a case of Polio which was unknown to most of us Americans. He came down with it in 1921 at age 39. He was on vacation in Canada, and those attending to him thought it was just the flu, but they determined it to be Polio. He successfully served an unprecedented 4 terms as President, and although it was a crippling disease which made it impossible to walk without assistance. Even then, many people in the know, maintain the Polio was liken similar to a bottle of raw milk- after you shake the bottle, once it is settled the cream always rises to the top, just like Corrine did. Dr. Jonas Salk discovered the vaccine in 1955 and needless to say it was better than the "vaccine" related to the Chinese Virus and most of us kids did a forced march to get the shot, but that was a different era when folks spoke more truths. That is the foundation for our story about Corrine Garrett, our wonder child of Nephi, who was hit with Polio. Though it crippled her, she was about as strong as FDR and rather than tell her life story of personal strength, we attempted to attach a letter containing the words of Ilene Sanders, a next door niece of Corrine, which was typed and read by Linda, a sister to Ilene. We do so that this as it is the life and times of both Corrine Garrett and Eileen Sanders, both of which have now lost all the kids of Rob & Erma Jones Garrett and the children of Glade and Lucy Sanders, with Ilene lost as she is trying to help others in need when it should be her to receive help.This writer is certainly doesn't know how these DAM (yes Corrine, I said it)computers work, but for sure they make things worse when they constantly change things, nor does this author know the ways and means of how God works, but for Corrine and then for Ilene Sander's, both should feel a crown of glory awaits her when she and all of us awaits the rewards of living a life of  kindness or "burnt offerings"!