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

When we are born then die; changes in schools; homes or challenge-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 to follow his starting the C of E or the full name of 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 the 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, at least to 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 H. 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 attending 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 he gave us a good lecture of how important "all" jobs were. I was not about to tell him we both had "Real" jobs and it was a good lessons- like the Savior kicking my butt and I knew he was being considered for the U.S. Supreme Court. Here are the Photos. 

                                                                                  

                                                                                 

AS I AM A GRAND NEPHEW TO "UNCLE HY TOLLEY" THESE ARE SOME OF MY OWN 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.

THIS IS THE FUNERAL PROGRAM OF LUCY GARRETT SANDERS

Although both Glade and Lucy Sanders caught the Heavenly Elevator to the great beyond, it only seem fitting that we show the program of Lucy, as that was the one that fell in front of me, causing me the motive to place it for all before the time that I find myself on what just may be a fast or slow train to Domesville! When their kids departed it seemed like God called them all home, except for Ilene, who has the Sanders home to herself and "Stands All Amazed" when she felt like singing that-not for the Choir, but for the $500.00 Utility Bill she received from Nephi City! At least my sister-Jaynette keeps an eye on her, and she has nieces and others who make sure she is okay.

POSTCARDS TO AND FROM HOME

While we looking for something from the various binders we have, three Postcards from the past fell out in front of me. The first one we previously wrote about, which was from Bish Belliston to our father-Alma Jones. The second one is dated in 1941 from Louise to Mrs. Elizabeth Jones on North Main in Nephi. I am not a hundred percent sure, but the last name could be the name of Broadhead, as I know that our family is related, so  take a look and send your thoughts. The third postcard is from downtown Benjamin, Utah to Mr. and Mrs Wm Jones, with no address other than in Nephi, Utah. When it was sent on Dec. 22, 1934 was a time when we didn't need a zip code or even an exact address as our postal people knew where everybody lived or dwelled. That last post card shows it is from Alma, Ruth and family. I remember going through a herd of photos about forty years ago, seeing if my Dad recognized who they were.  Alma Jones said that Ruth was a half-sister to Elizabeth Tolley Jones. That was during a time when Brigham the Young said more than one wife was okay. That was back then, so good thing the LDS received a message from the Heavens or a lot of women sending letters saying "Hell No". Smile while you read. 

TODAY WE WRITE ABOUT "BISH" BELLISTON OF NORTONVILLE

When we are young, it appears we can be mean at times. Some of us get over that, and develop the Christlike attributes' of respecting all people of the earth. So this apology comes late, but wanted to write it to somehow make it up to him and his family. My father is Alma C. Jones, who was born and raised in Nortonville, Utah, then later moved in with his mother and father and cooked for them at their Nephi home on the corner of 7th North and Main. However, his mother died, and her husband-Wm was invited to stay with his daughter and her husband-Erma and Rob Garrett. Will Jones passed away just before this writer was born and proud to carry his name as my middle name. In  the Depression Era of America, farmers were hit as hard as the big city folks didn't have the property to have gardens and cattle. Wm and Liz appeared to be allergic to hoarding money, as they gave their money and food to others in dire need. I found that concept trickled down to my father, who was a mason and plaster expert who learned his trade from the honest man that built Nephi High School on Main Street that is now the Juab  County Complex. That school was guaranteed to last a hundred years, but that was surpassed, but local officials didn't want to celebrate it. As a kid, I remember helping mix the "mud" in a wheelbarrow or a long mixing trough for my Dad. He would often do touch up jobs, like what he did on the foundation for Zora Booth who lived on the corner of 8th North and second East. My dad fixed it and charged her only five dollars. Zora was tickled pink. After we left, my Dad pulled over and gave me the five dollars for helping to mix the mud and do touch up. I told my Dad Thanks, as that would make a down payment on a lawnmower I was going to buy from Ross Garrett at the Utah Poultry. But I asked my Dad why he didn't charge her more as the bag of cement cost more than I received and Alma didn't get a plug nickel. In a kindly fashion, my father of fathers gently explained that Zora was less fortunate and she just couldn't afford it, and that if we didn't fix the concrete stairs, she could fall and really get hurt. I learned much from that small but great reasoning and found out his father was the same way, who had lost two sons and his wife was pregnant with who would be Vic Jones. Even with all of that, he accepted a mission call from the Prophet of the LDS Church. He and Liz prayed about it, and they received their answer. They would sell part of the farm below their log home in Nortonville, and ask the relatives and good neighbors in Nortonville to take care of the farm. I felt blessed to have been called on a mission where my grandfather went and for some miracle beyond my senses, people had seem to be waiting for another Jones to appear. Now I have explained my foundation and now the rest of the story. Leland Belliston purchased the lower part of the farm, and it was me and the other Jones brothers that would hitch a ride out and pull the Rye from the grain. Leland was his real name but most folks just called him "Bish". Now the apology! When I became a teenager, like others of that age, our brains were not in sink with the Souls deep within all that was given to us by God. Bish had a large car, but he was a very slow driver, and we mistakenly called him "Hazard", as all young whipper snappers' drove like a bat out of hell, and only now that I am old do I see and hear that. When we picked Rye for Bish, I started to see what a great man he was and would make sure we kept liquidized. It wasn't until he sent letters to my Dad saying how much he enjoyed their friendship and how much he didn't want to have to live with his sons up north, as he enjoyed driving around the Nephi area and up the canyon to see the fall leaves. Well Bish, you can enjoy the beauty of the heavens above, as their is beauty beyond belief. And I remember your friend Alma telling us kids that you were the star of the high school basketball team, and the fastest player on the Court. So I for one, feel sorrow to have called you a Hazard driver, as the young dumb drivers call me the same now a days.