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"! 

HARRY S.TRUMAN AND MORE OF MY HERO'S

Some time ago, we wrote in this historical blog-some of my hero's and thought I would write a little more about each of them. As I write, I am enjoying the warm fire inside my abode while the incoming snowstorm brings us close to the Utah Winter Wonderland, which will eventually bring new life to our crops which assist all of us-God's children, living and surviving during our life on earth. Watching the snow pound against my fortified home, I further recognize that above all those that I consider my Hero's, I recognize what God does for us. Then I appreciate my AG teacher-Jay Dalley, who went out of the way to help us win FFA championship teams. Mr. Dalley took the time to explain how all living things come from God above. As it is almost Sunday, I feel Eternal gratitude for the One that gives us all. Now where was I? Oh yes, while on a bus ride through Independence, Missouri, I recognized former President Harry S. Truman walking with a man that appeared to be Secret Service. President Truman, to this Wanna-Be Historian was my personal hero, not for the bombs that killed so many of Japan's common folks, but those bombs helped stop the inhuman treatment of the Chinese and the forced march of our soldiers, one of which was be a future friend and co-worker-Thomas Harrison, who was in the U.S. Army assigned to protect the Philippines with the 21st Artillery. It wasn't long until the Japanese overran Tom's besieged Army, and later wrote a book "Bataan Death March". When I spoke to him many years ago, he wrote the book, not for money, but to help American's know all aspects of the death and destruction of wars. After World War Two was over, Tom Harrison wasn't given much credit for keeping up the morale for he and the 72,000 other prisoners who were forced to march the Bataan Death March, and if they didn't, the Japanese found delight in killing 18,000 soldiers who were slow because of no food, intense hear and disease. Tom said those fellow soldiers would never be recognized like the Marines on Iwo Jima, but Tom took pride to know they kept the Japanese at bay until General MacArthur got out of he war zone. Tom went on to be the Chairman of the Utah Parole Board to consider the men on Death Row and tried his best to bring the good out of the bad. And after waiting for the Army to learn the truth of what he did 66 years before, he received the Distinguished Service Cross, the Silver Star; Legion of Merit and Bronze Star. He died at age 93, and this writer is not  a Medical Examiner, but my guess is that his Cause of Death could be due to "Haunting Past" duties. He was and always will be man of pride and courage but accepted the Army Medals on behalf of the boys he made into Men! First photo is Jay Dalley; second is Tom Harrison; Harry Truman & image of God!

WE ARE NOT SURE WHO THESE FOLKS ARE, SO LET US KNOW IF YOU KNOW,

 THE JONES FAMILY HAS BEEN COLLECTION PHOTOS AND VARIOUS PAPERS FROM THE JONES; TOLLEY AND HARRIS FAMILY COLLECTIONS SINCE THEY ARRIVED IN THE NEPHI, UTAH AREA IN 1852, IT TOOK US SEVEAL YEARS TO DETERMINE THAT MANY WERE OF THE MORMON FOLKS WHO STAYED IN THE BRIHISH ISLES AND WE SENT THEM BACK TO A MUSEUM FROM WHENCE THEY CAME. NOW WE CAME IN TO POSSESSION OF ONE MORE THAN WE HAVE NO IDEA WHO OR EVEN WHERE THEY CAME FROM, SO WE PUT IT OUT FOR ALL TO HELP US IF YOU ARE WHY THEY ARE AND WHAT THEY CAME FROM. REMEMBER WE ARE LL DIFFERENT AND NO NEED TO REMIND US OF THAT. JUST YOUR REASONALBE GUESS IS CLOSE ENOUGH FOR US.

THANKS FOR YOUR ATTENTION AND NO IT IS NOT APRIL FOOLS DAY.

DOC STEELE OF NEPHI WAS A GREAT DOC IN THE ARMY, THEN JUAB COUNTY

If I was to describe Doc Steele of Juab County, I would say he was a great Medical Doctor for all, but did so without being one for all the people. I grew up in the small rural town of Nephi, Utah, where we had the choice of  Dr. Beckstead; Dr. Boston or Dr. Steele. Our family went to Dr. Beckstead and to Dr. Boston. My guess is that Doc Steele was guy of a different breed than many folks of this town settled my Mormons, but I didn't see him as unusual about his practice, except he could outrun the Sheriff. I believe he was a good Doctor, as I was told so by people that routinely went to him, even in West Juab County and knew those twisty roads better than most Deputies. I did know that he preferred doing his surgeries in the Payson Hospital and not the Juab County Hospital, but did work with the other physician's that covered the Nephi hospital. My only common experience with him which showed me he was a great human being occurred many years ago when I borrowed my fathers truck to head up north before their was homes at Santaquin Hill. The only other home close to the area of York, was a pioneer type settlement, where the train stopped from the North, and local Mule Skinners including by grandfather-Wm. Jones, would unload the train supply and freight them on to the Territory mining town town of Frisco. Later on, the east side of the railroad tracks were extended to Nephi and highway 91 was built. To the east was the Ranch Home that belonged to Dr. Steele, and run by Gordon Pay. I came to know Mr. and Mrs. Pay and they were good people, so I later couldn't figure out why some didn't go to Dr. Steele. I did know that his sons didn't go to Juab High, but to Wasatch Academy. I did have great faith and belief in my Aunt Erma Jones Garrett, and her polio stricken daughter-Corrine Garrett, as both those two and Uncle Rob were the crème of the crop and honest. Corrine was good with Math and helped to keep track of their farm account as well the Account at The Serv, which was owned and operated by the Garrett family through generations, then appointed to be the Nephi City Recorder. Both Erma and Corrine wouldn't hear of any gossip, so with too much of Uncle Hy Tolley & Jones DNA in me, if  I started a rumor,  Aunt Erma would shake her finger at me and be more mad than a wet hen, and I was too afraid that Kirk Sanders or Bob Garrett would come down and kick me a block or two. I remember the time that Bob got upset with me at the Garrett Farm, when I was learning to drive the Big Tractor which pulled the hay wagon with the others loading the small bales. I popped the clutch and threw them all off. I learned that lesson quick when we got to the stacking yard and Bob threw me in the water well. I couldn't swim, and Bob wouldn't help, but told me to stand up. I guess I thought the well went all the way down to Kowloon Tong, China. Now back to Dr. Steele at his home at York, when I was driving my Dad's truck up Santaquin Hill. I later found out that I blew a piston in the truck, with smoke coming out of the hood and something hit the hood. There were no walkie talkies or cellulite phones in those day's so I walked to Dr. Steels home and knocked on the door. It was early in the morning and no answer, so went and peered through the window and down the stairs the Doc. was coming fast and mad like the hens I was used to move to get fresh eggs for Mom. And I knew that Corrine Garrett was the billing lady for Dr. Steele, and could put at ease the incoming patients, as she had a warm smile and patience. When the Doc. opened the door, I closed my eyes waiting for his punch to my face. He was calm as can be, and gently asked what was the problem. When I slowly said "maybe a quart of oil", and told him the truck issue. He quickly answered like he knew the answer and said something to the like of "a can of oil aint the problem". He let me use the phone and I called Alma, who the Doc knew and respected. I felt at ease, and the truck was brought home, where Steve Greenwood knew my Dad and got him another one. Anyway, for what I thought Doc. Steele would take all 2 or 3 kidneys I may have, I came home with only dirty shorts! So all bad guys may not be so bad and all good guys may not be so good. But to me- Doc. Steele was great, so on this Veterans Night, help appreciate Doc .Steele with me. An Army Vet and one good man and Country Doc who did home visits throughout all of Juab County in earlier times, before the Freeway and Crazy Big City Drivers.

TODAY IS VETERANS DAY OF 2025

I had a hard time sleeping last night, so I just awoke and hurriedly got that pot of black joe to wake me up. I blame the sleep difficulty on how or what to write about the importance of today-to those who accepted the call from Politicians to fight and possibly kill others, if peace is not tried first. In the end it may not be difficult to understand that when life on earth began, that fight is what we have turned to do if the threat of fight doesn't work. It's sad as all sides fight to kill those family; friends; innocent humans and the beauty of God's beautiful earth. I love listening to a radio station that has no commercials, and none of those dam news casts, as they are as bad as many of our politicians, who don't really want peace, but stir us to hate other humans, which is about as anti-Christ like as any evil. I believe in sending a cashiers check to support that radio station, but never give my name or address, as they used to pester me to want more, much like the scammers that are so full of the "Cow Pies" in our corrals. I used to put the names and photos of the many photos of my family warriors from the past, as well as the history of one of my early local Hero's-Mat Howard, who was the big cigar smokin "Godfather" of the Juab County men that fought with Teddy Roosevelt on San Juan Hill. As a youngster, I often went with Carl and Cliff Howard along with their Dad Jack Howard, who was a Rock Hounder of the Juab West Desert to search for Gems. There were times as a kid, I wanted to stay at Starr Ranch and the Howard Compound to listen to Mat tell the stories of how he fought with the evil of the Spanish Invaders to Central and South America and in Cuba, who were intending to take America. From that time on, I wanted to be in the Army to fight for our Freedom and Liberty that we were accustomed to in Juab County and the United States of America. In the 4th grade, I soon put away my toy Cowboys and Indians doing pretend fighting at the Old Hollow and purchased Army men and sat up with the good guys and the bad ones, and would fight each other around the fire place in our front room at the Jones Abode on 7th North in Nephi. After being a No-Account in the 4th Grade, the teacher-Earl Bowles disciplined me and I soon listened to what he had to do fighting the Germans during World War Two. I was intrigued with what he had to do the ungodly things for Freedom. I convinced myself to eventually go to Germany and see and talk to those people of why so many of those decent people listened and fought for one of the worst of the worst-Hitler, who was not even a German. We had access to where they gassed and burned humans. My brother Gary B, who was an elite Army Ranger during the Viet Nam Era, provided a way, and at 25, he got me on a C-130 with the Army, and I spent a month on a base and started to interview Nazi's and why they loved to kill Americans. I also had the chance to drink "warm" beer in the beer joint where Hitler put his Nazi leaders together. I had an interpreter with me and recorded it as well as notes. I put them with the notes of listening to the old soldiers I passed papers to in Nephi, who fought in France during World War One, including Uncle Vic Jones, who never healed from the shot in his hip; my Uncle Ren and Vic Harris and Uncle Dell Jones. Then my Aunt Pearl's husband-Bill Ockey brought his 30-40 Craig rifle to my father-Alma Jones, who was in the Army during World War One, as Bill didn't want to ever shoot "that Dam Gun" ever again. "I have killed enough". Years later, that long barrel rifle was returned to the Emma Carter Family, where it remains. But among my collections, I was able to find the bayonet for that rifle and after matching the serial number to Bills Rifle, we gave that to the family who had his rifle. After my brother Hal Jones was sent to fight on the front lines of Viet Nam as a Medic, he was told that he was in the worst place of the fighting, and found that he was taking the place of another teen-ager from Nephite-Blair Wilkey, who had just been killed, leaving a widow and two small kids at home. I had a neutral chance to tell one of those sons, the details of how his father was killed, and he appreciated it, and all though he was grieved, the Army never told the widow or the boys. I came to honor Ladd White, who took over as a father type. In starting my work in a law enforcement position, I was scheduled to interview and/or interrogate a man who had serious charges on him, and the criminal justice wasn't really sure if he was a great liar or a realistic killer. After learning his history in Viet Nam, I was able to get his DD-214 information,  and I spoke to my brother-Weston Jones, who knew everything about the C-130's, which were used to transport Troops; Tanks and Agent Orange to Viet Nam, and he gave me the information I needed. I asked the prior Fly- Boy that was charged about what he did in the Air Force, and he told me the truth, and that gave me the information I needed, and he soon coughed up the truth about his dastardly deeds, As he told the truth, I said that could help him, but his bad crimes could hang him! So in closing, I give praise to all my family, friends and millions of Americans who fought a fight they didn't really want, but when one is called to fight or flee, most chose to protect the freedom and liberty of all people of America and the world. My Viet Nam rice picking hat goes off to them, and my knees buckle in prayer to God, who is the most powerful of all creations and conflicts. Choose This Day, Which Leader or Dumb Leader You Choose To Believe. Those dumbbells' do live and fester among us. And on a personal note, perhaps a prayer for my Nephi Nephew who presently serves with the U.S. Coast Guard, who are heavily engaged in the intervention of killer drugs and with the transport of the illegal Aliens who hate America, as Anti-American Leaders invited them here and gave them our money.... or so they say!