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 like 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 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 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.

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.