I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, BUT I THINK IT'S TIME TO BRAKE FOR A BREAK

 It is time to brake for a break. Regards of age, read and weep or giggle. Humor is always needed.

1. I started with nothing......and still have most of it.

2. When did my wild oats turn to prunes and Bran?

3. I finally got my head together, but my body is falling apart.

4. Funny, I used to think I was funny and now I don't remember being absent minded.

5. All reports are in. Life is now officially unfair. Do the best you can.

6. If all is not lost, where is it? A lost sock is a good glove in the snow.

7. It is a heck of alot easier to get old that it is to get wiser!

8.  If at first you don't succeed, try not to look too astonished.

9.  The first rule of holes: If you are in one, stop digging!

10.I tried to get a life once, but they were out of stock.

11. I went to Snow College to be a Stand-Up Comedian. Now I am a Lay-Down Comedian.

12. It was all so different before everything changed.

13. Some days you are the dog; some days you are the fire hydrant

14. Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

15. A day without sunshine is like a day in Seattle.

16. Kids in the back seat cause accidents. Accident's in the back seat cause kids.

17. If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would have put them on my knees.

18. Never knock on Deaths door, Ring the doorbell and run. He hates that.

19. Please lead me into Temptation. I can find the way myself.

20. When you are holding the good cards, why does everyone want to play chess?

21. If you drive I-15 in Utah, their are only two type of drivers...the fast and the dead.

22. As a kid, all my toys were unbreakable. Now they are useful to break other toys.

23. At Juab High, I could roll down the cement stairs. Now I wonder why I have brain damage.

24. If you are living on the edge, make sure you're wearing a seatbelt.

25. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.

26. Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one dies.

                                          

                                     

ONE OF UTAH'S GREAT LEADER HAS PASSED AWAY-CARY PETERSON

I think the first time I became acquainted with Cary Peterson was when I had signed up for a Juab High School Class in "Chorus". I think everybody in the School Halls knew I was like Barney Fife as I couldn't "sing a lick". But my father was in the local church choir and my mother loved music, so all of her kids attempted to play the Clarinet, and at least us four boys tried, but utterly failed. When Cary introduced himself-one of "us" no accounts asked if he sang and by dang he sure did, and some of us thought he was better than Robert Goulet, who became a Hollywood singer in the early 1960's, and famous. I never did learn to sing, but my brother-Gary was in school plays where Cary would sing. My mother-LaVon Jones was the Secretary for three different District Superintendent's, and she was the only one till she retired, so teachers and Principals relied on her to help them with typing; correspondence and answering the phone. After school, Cary and his father-in-law Fred Painter joined forces to work the farm and cattle. Although most cowboys find their work hard. Cary found it to be hard but really fun. He spent his younger days growing up in Cedar Fort, which was like my father growing up in Nortonville. Both of those places found the work hard, but fun to ride the horses they caught out west. At the funeral today, as I often do, I don't hear as well, but like to watch the body movement and reactions to the speakers. When the Great Grandkids of Cary & RaNee sang "Peace in Christ" I could see and feel the emotions of those young kids. One older boy was about 14 and carried his cowboy hat in his hands, but he put it up to his face to cover his tears. The others then started to let their tears of love stream down their cheeks. Judging from them alone was enough to convince this "doubting Thomas" their was a lot of respect and love for both of their great grandparents. And Cary was undoubtedly close to all his family and they learned that work, play and love all go together for a great blend. One of the speakers spoke of Cary forbidding-while he was in the State Legislature to ask "for a backroom deal". He wanted everything in the open, and I can attest to that. When I was a law enforcement officer working for the State, I was asked or "ordered" to write a Legislative Bill, then take in to the House of Representatives. That made me nervous as I knew the new House Whip and I thought our Department Chief was setting me up for failure. When I corned her and handed her the folder, she responded with "I know what that filthy thing is and then threw it in my face." We were standing near two of the Utah State Troopers who were assigned to watch those folks who wanted the backroom deals. I knew the one Trooper, who said "Jones, do you want me to arrest her for you"? I said no, their is not a Prosecutor or Judge in the State that would take my word over three law enforcement officers. They giggled and said we will pick up the papers for you and put a bandaid on your head. Only God moves in a mysterious way, but I gathered my wits and returned the next day. This time I went with my binder to Cary Peterson, who was serving as the Majority Leader of the Senate. He recognized me and shook my hand and I was about to tell my situation. He instantly responded by saying something like "How is your parents and family"? Then about my work and so forth. He finally told me he heard all about the incident the day before. He said he read my proposal and then asked a simple question, just like the farmers of yesteryear would do. I said if we made this a State Law it could very well cut down on the vicious repeat offenders we keep arresting. He then said "Give me your word on it". I did and he said he would call me. Two days later, Cary called and said it was passed and he took it to the Governor, and it was made a law. I asked him once if he was ever in the Marines, and he said only ROTC. I said he walked like a Marine and kept groomed like a Class A Mode. And he has that Christlike love for all people. Cary also taught Math, and I squeaked by, but I watched him walk sharp and look sharp as ever as he returned from doing Temple work. To all that loved him, just know he is alive and well as is RaNee and they are dancing on those Clouds of our next sphere.

IN THE 1950'S, MOST PARENTS DIDN'T GIVE AN ALLOWANCE-WE HAD TO EARN IT.

Nowadays, I don't think kids have to work for their bikes; Mopeds; talk-walkies or even their clothes. As soon as we were about ten, the five Jones kids had to go earn it just like our folks did. One of the ways us boys started was taking turns passing newspaper's and although we couldn't afford a bike, we would each take turns with one. We couldn't afford gloves when we had a lot of snow, but we found that socks on our hands worked well. When our mother went back to work, she would make a sack lunch in the morning for each of us and that was Jim Dandy. At about 12 or so is when we started to haul hay for Joe and Ross Garrett, except for Gary who was allergy to hay as a kid, and Jaynette started to clean house and iron shirts for Doc. P.L. Jones. Gary worked gathering eggs for the Gadd family. Then we were "full grown" at 14, Hal and I would walk down to Rulon Brackens place and drive his truck down in the fields to change the water when their were just ditches, so we would take turns working while the other brother slept for two hours then kept trading off. Rulon's son was a grade school teacher and I had him in 5th and 6th grade and liked him. One day, another neighbor-Earl Bean told me if I could drive a tractor, he would pay me 50 cents to cut his hay. He lived on 7th North and the southeast corner of 100 East before the other homes grew up to the south. I walked down to Rulon's and asked if I borrow his tractor. He said sure and gassed it up for me. After I cut the hay for Earl, he gave me that wide smile he had and said that I had to gather it up and take it to the sheep my brother was finding. Rulon had the tractor gased up and both seemed to feel they got the best deal. And Weston was happy we got "Free Hay" for the mustang Joe Garrett gave him. I forgot about how gracious Earl Bean was until his obit fell in front of me. And now I will find his tombstone and honor him for his Purple Heart service. My Aunt Elfie Jones lived down track street below the tracks and my Dad would take me down there to dig weeds. I hated it back then, but now if I can get my old body to bend, I like working in the dirt. And those days when we all had gardens or hay for animals, we used to pick fruits for Sheriff Ray Jackson and that was on Shares.   

THE END.

REGARDLESS OF WHO WE ARE 0R WHERE-CHANGES CAN BE GOOD OR CUMBERSOME

When we are born then die; changes in schools; homes or challenges-we will always have change! Such is the case of changes in Catholic Popes or King Henry the 8th, declaring folks from the British Isles need to follow his starting the C of E or the Church of England. Such is the case with the Church of Jesus Christ, as they have so changed from being called "Mormons" as they stand firm as they worship after the Church of Jesus Christ from the days when Christ roamed Israel, with his newly appointed Apostles and Seventies. Back then, the appointed Apostles didn't fully understand why they were not following the Mosaic Laws. Christ eventually taught them the new law that He was being sent to deliver them from His Father-God. So those guys had to brace themselves for that and really did a whack on them went the Savior gently but boldly saying something to the effect learn quick, as I will soon go to my Death, which He did for all Mankind, at least conditionally, for this Sinner! Along with that, I found a 2003 clipping from the LDS Church News, showing the Leaders back then, and new leaders. It doesn't seem that long ago, my brother and I were delivery drivers for ZCMI, which was then owned by the LDS Church. We had a delivery to Dallin Harris Oaks, who was down the line of potential Leaders of that Church. When he opened the door, we got the Curio in place, then I made a stupid comment like "We are brothers trying to make a living and both attended Universities' and I said to Oaks "Hey, I recognize your name on my University Diploma and here we are without a future, as we had unimportant jobs." I then got a verbal spanking and gave us a great lecture of how important "all" jobs were. I was not about to tell him we both had "Real" jobs and it was - like the Savior kicking my butt and I knew he was being considered for the U.S. Supreme Court. Here are the Photos.   

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Perhaps, they could be called the Sons of Thunder as Peter, James and John were called back when!

AS I AM A GRAND NEPHEW TO "UNCLE HY TOLLEY" THESE ARE SOME SAYINGS USED IN MY WORK SUIT.

The following things may cause you to giggle, but some folks will cry. These are side notes I made working 42 years as a law enforcement officer and an Administrative Law Judge. Regardless of our chosen work and being a parent, I have found that all humans on earth need a "release valve" before any of us  "Go Postal" and anybody CAN if we don't let the steam; gas or air out in a fun or harmonious way.  I often felt that one of the best ways is to do Volunteer work for someone in need. It is good for all concernedAt Thanksgiving time, I often would head to nature to be in tune with God's plentiful majesties! On one occasion I went fishing at a remote area, and as I crossing the road, I encountered a Utah Highway Officer. He drove up besides me and asked how the fishing was, and without thinking, I did an "Uncle Hy" Tolley response by saying "I am not sure" as I was in the middle of eating a can of Spam". He laughed and said he was just getting away from the "Crazies" that was speeding on I-15 to get to Grandmas for Turkey Thanksgiving. We both then laughed and I offered him a slice of Spam, and that made his day and it was a big slice. He was Grateful and we both went back to our fun Thanksgiving! In the words of one of my Heros-Paul Harvey-"Now the rest of the story."

1. It would appear that she ardently attempted to join the Suicide Club, but her membership was              repeatedly denied.

2.  He is short and puggy, with a slow gait, but that appeared that to be just his thought process.

3.  He has a long and livid love affair with alcohol.

4.  The law maintains you can't make mice nice! Is that how you see it?

5.  He is no stranger to Violence.

6.  He has experienced many misadventures with drugs including the ones that cause brain damage.

7.  If she maintains sobriety, it may be the next wonder of the world.

8.  Whenever the defendant is turned loose, he will be broke and thirsty, and that is a hazard.

9.  It appears you are a Vegetarian, so are you allowed to eat animal crackers?

10. If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?

  

TWO GREAT COFFEE SHOPS IN NEPHI, UTAH

If you were traveling through Utah during the 1950's or 60's, the drive through Nephi was considered the four-way place to stop for gas, food or lodging on Hi-way 91. It was a small  rural town, and many of the tourists liked to walk to Pioneer Park to watch the local kids play baseball. In those days, the younger kids often walked up and down the street and if you had a car, it was the safe place to "Drag Main", but now a days, the kids have hand held thing a ma jigs and appear to be allergic to work or school lessons! The Center of Juab County is not as peaceful like by-gone days, as herds of people with more money than sense are driving up the price of homes and pushing the farmers out of the water we used to have, but folks have not yet become like the "Swamp" of DC! The good thing is we have the water the crop owners had to give up when they sold their land, so we have pure water to blend in with the Coffee we still serve. No, we don't have Ray's Cafe or the Snak Shack, but two great Coffee Shops at the "Haven Coffee House" at 65 S. Main or the new "Beans & Brew" at 1508 S. Main. And in Nephi it is easy to find an address as you just have to know which way North, South, East, and West is and start in the middle. Our local leaders refused to be like California where you can get lost without trying! The Haven Coffee Shop has an outside deck where you can gaze at the Salt Creek running(but we didn't have enough snowpack this year) and a good place to do computer work down stairs or go upstairs for a good get to know others while you sip on your expresso! It is professionally ran with a personal crew. The newly opened Beans and Brew has any coffee you need and great sandwiches. They are close to the South Freeway off and on, and we met a family on their way back to California. And their is hotels near by and down main their is Lisa's cafe and that just happens to be a great place for home cookin food for this writer who doesn't know a pot from a pan and ruined my Micro-wave when I tried to put wood in to fire it up!  

ROBERT PIXTON GARRETT-GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN

The other day we wrote the obit program for Lucy Garrett Sanders, and after we did we bumped another obit on the father of Lucy-Rob Garrett. That surprised me as I had a large binder full of various obituaries from the late 1800's, some of which had been kept by my pioneer forefathers. Back in the early days, they often put the death notices on black cardboard with golden letters. I gave that binder to Mike Anderson of the Goff & Anderson Funeral Homes, as many of those people were in the professional but personal hands of the Anderson family from ions ago. I always called him "Uncle Rob" as he married Erma Jones, who was an older sister to my Dad-Alma Jones. I had great admiration for both Rob and Erma and perhaps that is why I always referred to them as "My" Uncle and Aunt. As kids, us Jones Boys would often have our dad drop us off at Burraston Ponds to catch fish or more fun to use a home made spear(with the help of Dean Shaw) and go after the carp in the outlet to take water to Mona Reservoir. On the trek back home to Nephi, we would pick up pop bottles to cash in at the "Serv", so we could buy the candy bars or the "Starks" candy as they lasted longer. We didn't always pick up the beer bottles as we had to take them over to the IGA and that was extra walking with a gunny sack full of pop bottles and the Serv paid two cents as the IGA only gave us a penny. But like they say a "penny saved is a........well not much"! Both my brother-Hal and I remember the day Uncle Rob died at age 91, on Sept.6, 1978, as our Dad was taking us up near Dad & Sons, as we were going to hike Mt. Nebo. Dad waited until we got our gear out and Dad told us about Uncle Rob and his last goodbye and yet his "Welcome" to the great beyond. I have it written down somewhere, but as nearly as I recall, he was taken to the LDS hospital in Salt Lake, and that was at a time when travelling was much easier and safer on old Highway 91. It seemed like two of the daughters walked down the hospital hall for a break(or according to Aunt Erma, she would often say, I have to go water the horses), when they were met by a nurse who told them that Rob had passed. Then the nurse asked who "Jim" was, and it seemed like that was the name of Rob's Dad, who was in the room to greet Rob! It was a sad time to hike, but we felt how positive it was for such a very deep and religious man. I remember my Dad saying something about Rob was much like the LDS Apostles of the time when Jesus walked the earth and some could speak in "Tongues" as did Rob. In his early days, Rob spent a lot of time herding sheep, and when he got back to the sheep wagon, he spent a lot of time reading LDS Scripture and as such, he knew well what a good horse would do as well as a good sheep dog. He served so many people throughout the Nephi area, including being on the Nephi City Council, as did his son(Joe); grandson(Bob), and a 'simi- retropbate grand nephew! And Uncle Rob was a mellow, easy going man, and that just may be why he got saved by the two robbers' then held him up at the Serv, but let him out on "Death Strip" with out being hurt and the two Desperado's were caught by Millard County folks.