It seems to me that if you or somebody you know has a last name of Tolley and they lived in Utah, Idaho, Canada or anywhere west of Cornwall of England, or go back even to France, we all just may be related. Frank Tolley is the son of Uncle Hy Tolley, who is the son of Wm. Fisher Tolley and one of his wives when Brigham Young said it was just fine and dandy. Frank lived down below the tracks where his son Roy Tolley finished out his last days of earth life. As a kid, I would pass papers to Frank and next door to his mother in laws place in the still standing log home. She pretended she didn't understand English, only her native Indian language, but I had heard her speak English, but Frank was always good to be and would often cough up the $1.60 a month I was supposed to collect for the Daily Herald back then. Lots of stories of the old west could be told about what went by the creek that run between Franks home and the tracks, but we will wait for another time to talk of Avenging Angels that left the Nephi downtown area and went along that direction. But to me, he had a great family, and his son Roy knew about every place in Nephi that a water line was placed and the City would often call him who had it all down in his head. My hat goes off to Frank.
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