THE NORTONVILLE FARMERS GAZETTE REPORTS THAT AUTUMN BEGINS ON SEPT. 1ST.

Now a days, it is difficult to find a decent copy of the Farmers Almanac to predict the weather, but I still trust the horses when they start playing and trotting around. That always means a storm is a brewin. So we decided to combine a few things of the past and like the "Twelve Days of Christmas" in the snow packed Mt. Nebo winter we hope for, and gathered together an Autumn "Twelve Days of Fall" as a little well.....Foreplay... for moisture for our Juab County Farmers even though State Policitcans may never have been taught history in the fourth grade that Utah has and always will be without water! If a Nephi leader says that, they or either not from here or just plain liars with their own motive of taking water from our ranchers. And if you ask the Pioneers of York, they would think the water leaders were "Nicca Poops" and nearby Doc Steele would say things I can't print here. Since 1776, we had barrels of water underground, but have too many people with straws, and a new subdivision may not water a lawn, but some of those folks shower and flush toilets! And Yes, we do use water for those. Bring your own water from California or your own beer from Milwaukee. We aint got "plenty of water" here. We did spend 20 million of taxpayer money for distribution of water, but not for pumping sand or another Sewer lagoon!

On the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed pre-winter festival, my potential-acquaintance-girlfriend-survivor gave to me,

                       "TWELVE DAYS OF FALL MY LOVE GAVE TO ME"

TWELVE females reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drumming,

ELEVEN pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra made of up of members in good standing of the Musicians Equity Union as called for in their Wasp union contract even though they all will not be asked to play a note at Juab High School),

TEN melanin-deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the patriarchal class system playing leap the frog with the remaining Unicorns of Levan,

NINE persons engaged in rhythmic self expression,

EIGHT economically disadvantaged female persons stealing milk-products from the enslaved Bovine-Americans,

SEVEN endangered swans swimming on federally protected wetlands at Fish Springs,

SIX enslaved fowl-Americans producing stolen nonhuman animal products, at Nephi Pack,

FIVE golden symbols of culturally sanctioned enforced domestic incarceration,

(Note: after a lunatic from an animals rights gang threatened to throw red paint on my Mink shed, the calling birds, French hens and partridges have been reintroduced to their native habitat in Mills, America and the remaining gift package has been revised.

FOUR hours of recorded whale songs from the ones still submerged in the dry Mona Revivor (where we used to park and watch the submarine races in the 1960's,

THREE deconstructionist poets,

TWO calendars of tree hugger nudes printed on recycled processed tree carcasses,

and a Spotted Owl Activist chained to an old-growth apple tree on Jones' Knoll off the Loop Road.

In my nearly 50 years of public service and Volunteer work that both Obama's claim to have given freely and now millionaire's, I have been insulted by about every type of sentient creature on earth, and I now have to justify my mere existence to some of the far left "mis-informed" or stupid people. In this case, please read with humor in your middle brain, and giggle if your body and inner soul allows you to. In the meantime, I have moved my mink shed out near Broadhead Ranch, where we have cameras on Cedar Posts and fully armed Scarecrows that automatically shoot at carriers of Red Paint; those who shoot horses and cows, etc. The computer controlled shooter used to be a phone caller  for "You may be entitled to significant money for being shot by a Scarecrow" and says he has a good attorney now in a secret Federal Housing Unit in the Swasey Mountains. Not sure how to get his Mercedes there for him.

IN MEMORY OF BILLIE JEAN PETERSEN

 "IF TEARS COULD BUILD A STAIR WAY, AND MEMORIES A LANE, I'D WALK RIGHT UP TO HEAVEN AND BRING YOU HOME AGAIN."

On a slow summer's day, we chose to get out of the now overpopulated and waterless suburban area, and headed west through Juab and Tooele Counties of Utah. That is where we can still find the solace and tranquility of whence we grew up. My sister Jaynette drove so I could take time to quench my thirst of the rain parched Sagebrush fragrance of which we played in as kids. Onward and onward, we were lost and didn't give a hoot. We thought once we entered Rush Valley of Orrin Porter Rockwell fame, we wouldn't see a car, but dang it, even Vernon is no longer the quaint and serenity valley of Pioneer past. It was clear that money mongrels has made us all surrender to those with more dollars than sense! Such a forbidden sight would cause Zane Grey and the Riders of the Purple Sage to rise from their forgotten graves! My past came up in my thoughts of yesteryear and recalled a day in 1997, when State Route 36 was a dangerous road, as 118 drivers were cited for speeding. Although I had never heard of "Billie" or of her monument near Milepost 11, I sensed her, and our driver turned around. We then discovered the real Billie Jean Petersen, and the monument erected there on behalf of those that loved that darling 11 year old who we will call "Princess Firefly". During my thoughts of her dancing away last night, I came to better understand why God may have called her to our Everlasting Home on High. I envisioned her twirling from cloud to cloud, causing tearful rejoicing to those that greeted her. Thanks Billie, you made our getting lost a well worth it time, and felt compelled to write my teary eye feelings of glee! Nothing lasts forever, except forever, and the love your family and friends have for you.

IN 1969, IF YOU ARE LISTED AS MIA, THAT CAN MEAN DIFFERENT THINGS.

 A sad part of the history of our "civilized" world somehow involves violence and battles with other humans. Such was the case in 1969, as it was at the height of a War between the bad guys and the good guys of America. If you were a Utah parent back then and got a telegram from the War Department indicating your son was MIA, that was sad news. That didn't mean the young 18 son had ran off in the jungles of Viet Nam with a cutie from Saigon. It meant he was Missing In Action, which normally meant he was blown away up to heaven by friendly fire(Agent Orange) or wiped out by enemy forces. On the other hand, if the LDS Church folks sent you notice that your 18 year daughter was being honored for being a First or Second Year MIA, that was cause to celebrate with ice cream. Here is a list of those gals that made it through the teenage "War Zone" of Nephi, Utah in the late 60's. May our future be more gleeful than some of our past.

IF ONE IS INHUMANE TO NON HUMANS, CAN YOU STILL "HANG EM HIGH"

In the days of America's "Old West", true-life cowboys were a little younger and more self-Conscious than the Remington and Russell Paintings' would show. And they didn't have the shinin fake teeth that you may see in a John Wayne or Clint Eastwood films of Dollywood. Although my grandfather's diary(Wm. Jones) wrote of his mule skinnin days of taking supplies to Pioche, Nevada (then a Utah Territory), from Nephi, he gave it up as he witnessed "too many hangings". Back then, hangings were "lawful but awful", but since the Supreme Court has re-instated Executions are again legal, we don't see many of them, even with brutal and ruthless killings. How about the inhumane killings of cattle or horses, of which many a present day cowboy makes a living from, or New Yorkers who like Steaks! Is that justified for an Execution? If you are a cattleman, depending on calves to make your living from, you may be inclined to vote Yea. Today, we are not condoning or making a petition against an Execution. We would just like the public(even those from New York) to report any unusual or brutal massacre or shootings of horses or cattle in our wide open land of the Utah Territory. We had an incident of a year or so ago that local teenagers shot and left the carcass of several cattle, and so we heard-they knew who the culprits were, but victims were not compensated. We had it happen again a few weeks ago as noted below in the local paper. At one time, we had former Sheriff and Livestock Investigator (Dave Carter) that would often be found with his horse near a Cedar Tree, tracking a ritual killing of cattle. It has been nearly five years ago we lost this great Tracker. Then we go back to more cattle killings just off the Nebo Scenic Loop Road where cows were Satanical mutilated and although thoroughly investigated, no tracks or evidence could be collected, but it appeared to be Cult members of the Dark Side. We urge all locals and visitor's to keep an out out for those lower than skum that may do this. They are breaking our hearts and the cattleman's pocket book. We want our steaks to be choice, and not the ground up Beetles that other countries may be eating. This part of America holds beauty all around, but we need all eyes to be open to what just ain't right. Thanks for your help to our Cowboys.

DO ANY ARMY FOLKS KNOW WHERE CAMP BARKELEY IS?

Those of you that were in the Army, ever heard of Camp Barkeley, Texas? How about Stalag 13 or Camp Andersonville? Well, here is a little incite. Camp Barkeley was a large United States Army training installation during World War II. It was named after David Barkley, a Medal of Honor guy from World War One. A clerical error was made in naming the new base which was built in 1940, before the US entered World War Two. It was somewhat Hush-Hush, to keep the Nazi's confused. It was big, taking up 70,000 acres with an eventual population of 50,000 GI's, located just outside Abilene, Texas. They trained Infantry; Armored Division; Signal Corps and Medical School for Medics. When we got in the War, it then housed 840 German POW's, who were often found sleeping under the baseball bleachers in Abilene. They were Stalag's, but not quite like one of my still favorite rerun TV shows-"Hogan's Hero's". Present day Germans didn't like that show, as Nazi officers were far from being a "Colonel Klink"! That Base was closed at the end of the war and land given back to original owners. This writer has been to Dachau POW near Munich, Germany, and went through the showers that thousands of Jews went through the gas, then burned in giant furnace's. But that is another story. We did want to briefly talk of Camp Andersonville POW that was in Georgia and held 45,000 Americans! At the time of the American Civil War it was considered the worlds worst POW camp. Thirteen Thousand Union soldiers died there, mainly due to starvation and untreated sickness and injuries. For "political" reasons, it is now a National Park called Camp Sumter. Sometimes the truth hurts, but it is the truth, at least from the eyes of this wanna-be historian. Often times, I didn't acknowledge the battles of the Civil War, until I helped historians remove cannon balls from tress near Dalton, Georgia. And in Case you wondered, during World War Two, Utah housed 15,000 German POWs in Utah, one of which was in downtown Salina, in Sevier County, and no, we didn't find they were treated Severe, and perhaps better than the 120,000 of the "Relocation Centers" of Japanese Ancestry, one of which was near Delta called Topaz, with our own government falsely citing they were "military necessity". You may not think so until you interview a man from Nortonville who delivered potatoes to the Camp, or to somebody that was held there, which I have done. First photo is of Salina's Nazi POW Camp; third shows Alma Jones standing on far left with other Medics.

BEAUTIES OF 1975 AND BEASTS OF 1948

Yesterday, I happened to talk to Val Kelson of Nephi, and recalled how high is standing vertical jump was when he was on the Juab High Basketball Team. I couldn't help but tell him his late two older brothers-Jimmy and Gordon Kelson had the same sort of DNA in them. Later last night, I also thought of their father-Ray Kelson having the same sort of knack in Baseball and sports. About the same time, is when I found a copy of The Times News, and local paper of Juab County. It was dated 1975 and shows the Juab High Homecoming Royalty, and shows their beauty back then, and I am old enough to know their parents, and where their DNA beauty came from. Then on the next page it had a "Photo Out Of The Past" showing the photos and names of the 1948 Central Utah Champs. I am only guessing, but it looks like the Grandstand on the west side of Depot Street in the northeast corner of the Fairgrounds. I know for one thing, re-reading the news of 1975 was more gleeful than reading modern day media. See how many of the Beasts and Beauties you known.