DALE ROSQUIST FUNERAL WAS LAST SATURDAY

 "Old Soldiers Never Die, They Just Fade Away". Such was the case with 75 Year old Dale Rosquist of Levan, Utah. To most of us from Juab County, he always seemed to be around and always will be. Even at his funeral, it appeared he will always be with his family, friends and those he loved. Although the proceedings were held in the Levan LDS Church of which he was a member, he wasn't what one would call an every Sunday go to meetin attender. But it was made quite clear in the words of the songs; speakers and the feeling of the crowd that in attendance, he very much loved God; his family; Levan, and most certainty America. Like many of our war torn Veterans, Dale suffered immensely from the Cancer, and it took his wife the same way. He was the Juab High Class of 66, and was a proud Wasp, along with many others as my brother Gary B. Jones was, and a dear friend of my sister-Jaynette Jones, who spent time with him and his kids the last few months. I was so impressed with the funeral program, with the spiritual music of "How Great Thou Art" and "Amazing Grace" but showing the spirit of this Veteran of 2 tours of Duty in a God Awful Country of the Pacific Rim. The Closing Hymn was "America The Beautiful" played on a guitar and joined in slowly by the congregation, and one couldn't help but shed a tear. The Levan American Legion did a 21 gun salute and the US Navy doing the Flag Honors. WELL DONE DALE.

A MOTHER'S IMPACT STAYS WITH A CHILD FOREVER

Don't panic! It is not the earthly day called "Mother's Day", but you may get extra credit by giving any mother a flower or gift of appreciation to acknowledge the love and devotion of that one person. And it doesn't have to be your own mother as their are many others who have no children or they are not in a position to offer a love note to their mother. But if you find the time or make the time, write a handwritten note of gratitude send it to her in the US mail, as a handwritten letter is keen. It can be brief, as long as it is honest. Often times, a mother type can be a grandmother; Aunt or even a church teacher. Your act of kindness may be a dollar that is sent or given to her without her knowledge. Most folks are better off that another in your neighborhood, so feel the inner spirit of love to give. As I write of this today, I was going through another box of family history and came across a letter that was written by what some folks may label me as "one of those no account" Jones boys. Well, I may have been, but I think the letter I wrote so many years ago was a sincere act of love and adoration for my own mother-LaVon Harris Jones. I was about 9 years old, and that was at a time she had temporarily given up her profession as an expert typist and teaching her "tough" boys that we each needed to learn to type even though we thought it was "only for girls". In her non argumentative manner, she taught us how we could all play men sports and type too! Somehow, she knew that even a train engineer; tire buster or Olympic swimmer, their would be a day when all people would have to learn to type. She was right as rain! And sure enough, when I got to high school, I felt this surge to sit by the cute girls in type class; made the Type Team, and still got the Atta-Boy playing Football. Well, sitting on the Bench mostly, until the last game of the year, playing  defensive end, as the Assistant Coach knew I could do that, and sure enough, Clark Greenhalgh was my "Mom" on the football field. I darted around the opponent's of BY High and sacked their Quarterback 3 times. Anyway, herein should be that letter I wrote, and sorry I  didn't spell my hometown korrectly! And school lunch couldn't be afforded.

ANCIENT LANUGAGE-CAN ANYBODY READ WHAT WE FOUND

I had the opportunity to work with Archeologists at Antelope Island; Bear River Massacre; Central America and Martins Cove. I felt honored to be asked to go to Cairo, but had to go back to work. I have spent my retirement years in writing about my exportations around the world and almost got a thousand entries. As I went through some old family artifact's, I came across this notebook and I can't decipher what language it is. Wondered if some of the readers can figure out if it is Reformed Egypt Hieroglyphics; Pig Latin; Bengali; or what? Perhaps, this is the secret book found in the hidden wall in the stairwell of the old North Ward when they tore it down and left the pile of lumber and wood for me and my father to gather and reuse. Who knows other than perhaps the Shadow Knows. I get the shivers going through the sketches made that was made. Perhaps on Halloween night?

Latest up date on this ancient hyropgylichs. We received the correct answer as to this reformed Eyptian. It is from the Tolley Twig, and that person is right on this Halloween night, and is entitled to receive free all of the thousand year old candies she can muster up and acquire.