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!

                                                           

IT'S NOV. 9TH, 2025. NOW GO BACK TO 1962 AND CELBRATE THE MARRIAGE OF VERL & KAYE WILKEY

As soon as Verl graduated from Juab High School with the Class of 1962, he and Kaye was married in the Manti LDS Temple. They had met each other in a variety of Church activities. They both were teenagers, and when we all were young, we do stupid things. But from my point of view is they both got hitched up with the right partner's. Verl was too young to drive to visit Kaye, so he would ride his bike or get on a horse to visit. On their wedding day it appears that Verl forgot his wallet, so his father-Fred paid for the marriage license and even signed the marriage document. Most folks around Nephi may not remember the father of Verl, but I sure did. Like Verl, Fred was a great man around town, and this Nephi Jones Boy would often visit the home of Fred and Helen. Many years ago, Fred noticed my father-Alma Jones, trying to level the city road in front of the Jones home on 7th North. Fred stopped and talked to my Dad and it wasn't long after that Fred came back with a big truck load of gravel and that was at no expense. My sister-Jaynette lives in that family home that was built in 1885, and she too has purchased a lot of gravel to keep it in good shape with the terrible traffic of the school and gym, but still better that living it the "Big Salt City." Verl must have picked up the same great work ethics as his father, as we don't teach our young folks of having fun while we work hard. While I was on the Nephi City  Council, I got more impressed with Verl and Kaye. They just couldn't be away from each other for long. I would often see Verl come to the Nephi offices on Friday, and that was when Verl would check to see if their was more home or business Inspections to compete. Kaye was content waiting in the car while I was cleaning windows and wave to her. One day when I was wearing my blue Bib Overalls,  I walked into a local business, and the owner greeted me and declared-"Did you borrow those Bibs from Verl Wilkey?" I think he wanted me to giggle, as he had the same dry whit as me, but I said something to the affect "If you compare me with Verl Wilkey, that is a great complement". When I returned to Nephi after living in the noise to the North, I built a new home in the same block as my fathers and grandfathers horse pasture. I asked the Nephi Mayor-Mark Jones if I needed to make sure the home was built according to my standards as well as what the proper codes. Mayor Jones gave me good and honest advice, much like his father did-Ron Jones. He said their is no reason to pay a lot of money to hire another Inspection, as "Verl Wilkey does that for Nephi and was the best there is". Mark additionally spoke of Verl having a lot of knowledge with his own business of doing the same work as his father did. When I noticed that there may be a problem with the building of the home, as Verl had left a Red or Blue  tag (I am color blind), I was glad Verl was on the job and got on the builder to make sure the problem was fixed or he was going to pull his license. I was personally and professionally competent that Verl had "True Grit" similar to the John Wayne point of view. I have so much respect for Verl, and Kaye, as she appeared to be the cream of crop, as I think she is like a raw glass of cow milk. Regardless of who much you shake the bottle of milk, the cream will rise to the top", just like Kaye. She will be a little lost without Verl, but if one thinks about it, he was not left you Kaye. He is really still with you, as he is just on a temporary vacation from hard and ethical work. I didn't attend his funeral, but was impressed with the writing his obituary, which has a photo  of Verl in his work Bibs, and that impressed me, liked seeing Joe Garrett in his work Bibs and one could see Joe wearing a good Bib to attend meetings, just like he did when he was on the Nephi City Council. I will miss Verl as Kaye will, but she has lots of great family and friends, so if your are one those people, "Here's your sign". Look at the Anderson Funeral Obits as I can't figure how to download it here and now put 12 straight hours typing this, so good night and the noise of the constant planes flying over is going to turn into "Welcome to Airport Number Three",  and I left "Airport Number Two" to get away from constant noise. Oh well, I guess I will just have to accept the Change of what Nephi used to be like and  Kaye has to do the same, but you will always have him.

WHILE ON EARTH, WE HAVE HERO'S, BUT FORGET TO TELL THEM THANKS

Regardless of where we live on earth, we learn from people who helped us through life. But all to often, we don't appreciate or even recognize them. Some of us believe that our earthly father and mother or grandparents may be the ones that got us walking the straight line and not to wander towards that giant cliff below us. Some may even get help from the other side, calling them Guardian Angels. If you have not found your hero or heroin, seek them for a visit. You may never ever know who they are, but you just may feel their presence. Some of mine were on both sides of the Jones; Tolley and Harris kin that helped to forge the way to Nephi during Pioneer Days of yesterday. I once was asked to assist in an Archeology dig at Martin's Cove. We did so with the cooperation of the University of Wyoming; the LDS Church and Bureau of Indian Affairs. I had previous experience in those digs which often reveal more than most would want to know, as many of those Handcart pulling families departed a little too late and caught in a severe snow blizzard. I sat on the side of the Sweetwater, but tears came when I could feel my ancestors going through sheer terror with the frozen ice cutting their legs, and wolves would dig the snow graves of people they lost. Although I am a sinner, I often feel grateful that Nephi and Martha Jackson made it as they were and remain my family.  Although I sin, I have fervent knowledge that God hears prayers. I think back of the people that I worked with in Nephi and give thanks to friends, neighbors and the great teachers all through the good times and the difficult times. For me, when our Class of 65 graduated, I felt bad for the three classmates that may have walked with us, but their lives were cut short from wars; gunshots and cancer just before graduation. My parents didn't have the money to pay for Scout and FFA Uniforms, so us 5 kids learned early in life that if we wanted to go on to college; LDS Missions; fish or hunt, it was up to us to earn the money that was needed. Often, it was more of a gift not to have the money for gifts and each of our parents repeatedly said the best gift they could receive was the non money gift of a letter to them when we were working or serving God or our country. I was once trying to make it on the University Swim Team and swam in the lanes between classes, and what a great experience to have two armored federal officers come to where I spent time teaching kids from the American Fork Training School. Those kids had real joy in splashing in the water, something they cherished more than swim champs. The two men pointed to the man standing at the window watching, and wanted to chat with me. I put a towel around me and had a twenty minute chat with Jesse Owens, the 1936 gold medal winner who defied Adopt Hitler. He was a real life hero to me, and challenged me to keep competing as that in and of itself makes a hero to somebody. I didn't make the swim team, but felt honored, especially when he told his two guards to leave us alone for a chat. And another Hero that will last forever is the time I met Gene Fullmer, who had been the Middle Weight Champion of the world in Boxing. I was his driver and took him to a law enforcement conference and then twice to the hard core inmates at a prison. I then had a similar experience with Paul H Dunn who was a gifted speaker. I once yelled at President Harry S. Truman and he yelled back at me. I have tons of hero's and so has each of my siblings. With no gold nuggets in our overalls, nobody could be more lucky to live in the era we did.

SOMETIMES, PEOPLE DO DASTARDLY DEEDS TO OTHERS.

UNCLE ROB GARRETT CAUGHT UP TO HIS BROTHER IN 1978

Robert Pixton Garrett was one heck of a great man. He wasn't just a Righteous Man Of God during his 91 Years on this sphere we call Earth, he was liked or loved by all who became acquainted with him in Nephi; at The Serv; herding sheep; his two terms with the Nephi City Council or with his LDS Church assignments. He was the type of guy all folks could chat with; walk to church with or be a member of his family, as me and by siblings believe. My brother-Hal and I was in the starting motions of climbing Mt. Nebo when our father-Alma Jones agreed to drop us off at the trailhead just below Dad and Sons, to give us the heart breaking news of Uncle Rob. If you are a "Newbie" to us oldsters, you need to check with other "older than dirt" people to find out where that point is and why we call it that. Rob wasn't feeling too good back then, and he was taken to a hospital in the City of Salt, and this mushy brain thought it was LDS Hospital. I can't remember which of his daughters were present, but it may have been Lucy and Afton. The daughters walked down the hall for a break, or what Aunt Erma would call "water the horses". When the daughters came back, one of the nurses reported that Uncle Rob had passed and they asked "who is Jim"? Apparently, that was his brother-Jim, who came to escort Rob on the immediate sheep herder train to Heaven. In those days, sheep herders were not from other countries, but Americans, such as Lorenzo Harris; Lyle Boyer of Coalville; the Reed and Ingram family of Nephi and the sheep herders from Ft. Green. When the sheep slept, their is a variety of things that a sheep man could do and for Rob, he loved reading and knowing the LDS Church books and some local folks who were not "local" but they knew that Rob Garrett and Jesse Pay had the gift of "Tongues" as some of the gifted people of God had in Ancient times. Although Rob gave up the sheep herds of Juab County, he and his wife-Erma Jones of Nortenville, set out to build "The Serv" in Nephi, as they could see that motorized vehicles would be taking the place of buckboards. Sure enough, we don't see many of those great wagons and teams around. But as a kid, I loved watching Jon Jackson take a load of loose hay up 7th North with his team of horses. Rob was on the City Council, and my guess he could tell the God's honest truth without offending others, like ne and his grandson-Bob Garrett may have done when we served the citizen's, and some folks don't like to hear the truth. Not only did Rob and Bob serve Nephi, but so did Joe Garrett, and Ross Garrett as the Juab County Boss and LDS Stake President. I know that God is quite aware of the great goodness of Robert Pixton Garett, and so does most of us old wanna be wranglers do. Rob could be the forefather of the gasoline service, and his wife-Erma started the "Penny Candy" gal at the Serv, as did his kids and their kids and on and on. Rob got robbed once, and he was able to talk the culprits out of killing him, and walked in to Nephi where they let him escape. Rob Garrett, I tip my hairpiece to you and all the Garretts. They are the cream of the crop.

 

JOHN HARRIS JOINED THE LDS CHURCH IN WALES AND BRIGHAM SENT HIM TO NEPHI

SEVERAL YEARS AGO, I SPENT A MONTH CHASING DOWN THE HISTORY OF MY MOTHERS KIN FOLKS THAT HAILED FROM THE BRITISH ISLES. THAT ISLE WAS NOT REALLY AN ISLAND, BUT THAT IS WHAT THEY REFER TO AS WALES WHEN I VISITED. I WON'T GO WAY BACK WHEN THE HARRIS NAME WAS HARRY, AND EVEN BEFORE THAT, THEIR WAS ONE HARRY HARRY. NOW BACK TO JOHN HARRIS. THEY TRAVELED BY WAY OF A BOAT ACROSS THE WILD BLUE ANTANTIC OCEAN AND ON TO IOWA CITY, IOWA , AS THAT IS WHERE MANY OF THE NEW MORMON NEWCOMERS WOULD MEET.  THAT FAMILY ARRIVED IN SALT LAKE, WHERE BRIGHAM YOUNG DIRECTED THEM TO NEPHI, BUT MANY OF THE OTHER WALES FOLK WENT OVER TO SANPETE AND NAMED THEIR TOWN......YUP ,YOU GUESSED IT-WALES, UTAH. THE HARRIS FAMILY SET UP SHOP IN NEPHI. THE HARRIS FAMILY HAD SONS AND ONE OF THEM WAS EVAN, ALTHOUGH MANY OF THE FOLKS IN NEPHI AND HEBERVILLE CALLED HIM "EV'. MANY OF THE KIDS OF THE KIDS WERE ALSO NAMED EVAN, BUT THEY WOULD DISTINGUISH THE DIFFERENT ONES BY USING A FIRST OR MIDDLE NAME. SOME OF THEM WERE JOHN AND JAY AND SUCH. WE DO KNOW THAT THE HARRIS FAMILY HAD A SAWMILL IN SAWMILL CANYON OFF THE NEBO LOOP ROAD. EVAN HARRIS, WHO IS MY GRANDFATHER MARRIED A HITESMAN FROM MORONI, AND THEY BUILT A HOME NEAR SALT CREEK, AND LAVON HARRIS JONES SHOWED US KIDS THE FOUNDATION OF THE HOME AND PART OF THE SAWMILL WAS STILL THERE. EVANS BROTHERS WENT TO SCHOOL IN A SHED THAT WAS THEIR SCHOOL AND FOR OTHER PEOPLE THAT LIVED IN THE AREA, AS THEIR WERE A LOT OF SALT MINES; ROCK MINES WHERE THE PINK ROCK WAS THE FOUNDATION OF THE NEPHI HIGH SCHOOL AND WHITMORE MANSION. THAT AREA STILL HAS GOOD FARM LAND WHERE HEBER OCKEY LIVED AND HIS SON- JAMES H. OCKEY SR. AND HIS SON- JAMES H. OCKEY JR. WHO STILL RESIDES THERE AND JIMMY'S SON AND DAUGHTER. NOW BACK TO EVAN. HE AND A BROTHER HAD TWO SAWMILLS AND BROUGHT THE LOGS DOWN FROM NEPHI CANYON FOR THE BUILDING OF THE PIONEER CABIN AT THE NEPHI PARK. EVAN AND ELIZA HAD A DAUGHTER NAMED MAGGIE VERA AND SHOULD BE ATTACHED. AROUND HER NECK IS A GOLD WATCH. SHE DIED ATR AGE 9 AND BURIED IN VINEBLUFF IN NEPHI. AFTER SHE PASSED, EVAN AND ELIZA WAS HOPING FOR ANOTHER GIRL AND LAVON HARRIS WAS BORN. THE WATCH ON MAGGIE WAS REMOVED BY HER FATHER BEFORE BURIAL AND GIVEN TO LAVON. SHE THEN GAVE IT TO ME AND I GAVE IT TO MY SON. I HAD TAKEN IT TO A WATCH DOCTOR WHO SHOWED ME THE VARIOUS SMALL DATES ON IT, AND AS I RECALL IT HAD BEEN FROM THE EARLY 1800'S IN WALES. AFTER I GAVE IT TO MY SON, WE THEN HAD IT STOLEN. I WAS A SCOUTMASTER AT THE TIME, AND ONE OF THE NEW INVITED KIDS WAS A GOOD FOR NOTHIN KID. AT THE TIME I HAD A LOT OF CONNECTION WITH THE SALT AKE COUNTY SHERRIFF'S OFFICE, BUT AS MUCH AS I PEACHED AGAINST IT, A CITY ANNEXED IT AND THE AREA WENT TO HELL. THE NEW OFFICERS SAID THEY WOULD NOT TALK TO THE CULPRIT AS I SHOULD HAVE KEPT THE DOOR LOCKED. I HAD FOUGHT AGAINST CORRUPTION BUT SOMETIMES THE GOOD GUYS ARE BAD, AND THESE COPS WERE CREAM OF THE CRUDE! PERHAPS GOD WILL PUNISH THEM IN HIS OWN WAY. THE OTHER PHOTO IS OF MY SISTER-JAYNETTE GRIMARD AND THEIR APPEARS TO BE A FAMILY LOOK ALIKE. JAYNETTE WAS A YEAR OLD THEN. MAGGIE VERA MADE THE JACKS SACK FROM A FLOUR SACK AND JAYNETTE SAID THE SACK MAY HAVE BEEN TO HOLD JACKS- A GAME OF THE PAST.

NEPHI JONES FAMILY DID WELL ON THEIR BIG GAME HUNTS THIS YEAR

IN SPITE OF THE NEW HOMES AND BUSINESS' THAT WAS RECENTLY BUILT ON THE DEERS  WINTER FEEDING GROUNDS, THE NEPHI JONES FAMILY DID WELL IN THE JUAB MOTTO OF TAKE WHAT YOU NEED FOR FOOD OR LEATHER BUT PROTECT OUR WILD ANIMALS  TO HAVE FOOD FOR THE WINTER. PHOTOS OF KAREN;TRAVIS AND McCORD JONES WITH A BUCK BIGGER THAN THE SMALL TWO POINTS THE OTHER JONES FAMILY SAW YESTERDAY, WE LEFT THE SMALLER ONES FOR ANOTHER DAY. AND HOPE THE FISH AND GAME STOP THE SELLING MORE TAGS FOR THEIR OWN FUNDS..SINCE 1852, THE NORTONVILLE AND NEPHI JONES FAMILY HAVE A GREAT ADVENTURE HUNTING TOGETHER AND NEED NOT SLAUGHTER THEM LIKE THE INCREASED TAGS AND CANYON ROAD SPEEDERS THAT ARE KILLING THEM AND WITH POLITICANS WILLING TO BUILD A BIGGER GOLF COURSE WHEN WE HAVE LITTLE WATER AND THE DEER ARE FORCED TO CROSS THE NEPHI CANYON ROAD TO  GET A SIP OF WATER IN SALT CREEK, WHERE LOCAL OFFICALS REFUSED TO BUILD MORE DAMS LIKE JENKINS FLAT AND BOBS POND, AND YES ALL OF THEM WERE TAKEN  "KINDA BY POLE". 

PART TWO OF JUAB STAKE SEMINARY PAGEANT OF 1931

                                                

                                                                     

PART TWO OF TRUTH, THE KEY TO HAPPINESS

 

PART TWO OF 1931 JUAB STAKE GRADUATION PAGEANT

 

PART TWO OF 1931 JUAB STAKE COMMENCENT EXCERSISES

 

LAST PAGE OF PART TWO OF SEMIARY PAGEANT OF 1931

 

TODAY WE OFFER THE GRADUATION PROGRAM OF THE LDS JUAB STAKE SEMINARY OF 1931

                                                                       PART ONE

We just came across a 12 page program that detail events for Seminary graduation which was for LDS students in JUAB COUNTY, Utah back in 1931. This writer is unsure if they still have Seminary classes in conjunction with high school classes or not. Many years ago the Juab Stake Seminary in Nephi was in a building that stood just north of where the Utah Community Bank is now. That first building had been there for many years, but Mormon official's built a new one north of the Nephi/Juab High School, that is now known as the Juab County Building. Back then, the School officials thought the school was too old and crowded but some of us knew it was built to last a 100 years and it has now surpassed that. But DC politician's and other elected and selected officials make a truck load of mistakes and still do. The new Seminary building was built, but now occupied by the Nephi City Police Department, but too small for invaders to what used to be a small town, so their is a plan to build a new one, somewhere to the South. If one walks by the present cop shop, you may smell the drugs where they keep confiscated items, but it is more difficult to get in, as it is better than Fort Knox, and from what I hear, there is no gold Fort Knox! The first Seminary building was determined to be unsafe when Highway 91 had too many kids running over there with drivers-like today, won't stop or slow down. But students never got run over to the Uwanna to play the pin ball machine or to the bakery on a burntblack run! Anyway, the program is here, but we will try to put it from the back first, so hopefully we will proceed in reverse first, but don't do that in your cars as kids run down 7th North and downtown and today's drivers won't give people the right away! I watched one of our local walkers cross Main on First South and I didn't think the walker could move that fast, but he did and the Salina Truck Driver didn't seem to give a rats ass about it. Now I hope James H. does strike me dead from above. In one of these blogs, I think I put a photo of that first Seminary building with students. I know that James H. Ockey Sr, taught on the top floor and a gal taught in the basement. In those earlier years, the LDS Church wanted only men holding the Melchizeadek Priesthood as the teachers, who had the room upstairs and a female teacher was in the basement. She may have made Church history as women didn't teach Seminary for salary, but they did it as a volunteer only. Men could teach, but had to get permission from their wives and when I asked a former Nephite who taught in a Seminary south of here, I asked him how his wife is doing as I set them up together years ago. He answered something like "It better be good or the church will fire me". They are still hitched and moved to another County. But like Nephi, which used to be a small and great town, it ain't like what it used to be, so all things change and we must accept it. If the reader is younger than Methuselah, who died at age 969, and the grandfather of Noah, you may find a family member in the program. But even in 1931, some of the participant's had already graduated from High School and Seminary(some good for nothings called it Cemetery) but I have repented after each time I referred to that. Graduates still liked to attend graduation and be a part of that event. The computer folks have changed these programs, and my brain damage from the Vaccine poison which was forced on us so my efforts to put this together may not come out clean as a whistle. Mr. Corbett and Vaugh Paxman can check the breath of this Jones Boy, as coffee has kept me going through this multi-day writing. If you don't find your family in the program, they will still go to heaven, or they just may be at one of the listed stores who helped finance this pamphlet. And I remember the Venice Cafe, as I used to be an assistant to the Assistant of the guy who ran the movies at the Venice Theater. One day I walked down the old wore out wooden steps to peer into the cafe when they closed it and left plates and cooking items there. And no I didn't eat that left over Steak. And remember, the gals that were listed with their maiden names. I recognized my mother's name of LaVon Harris, then a Jones, and she was on the program and finished High School three years before. And her nieces were Aleta Harris, who become a Mona Swasey;  then Blanch Harris who married an Orem Anderson and she was an excellent cook, then I wonder why Glade Sanders was an Apostle in 1931, but when younger, he was just High Council, and wonder if Beth Lunt was teaching for or against Adultery! Check the great stores Nephi had, with Allen's Cash Store, where you could work there if you could whistle; Nephi Cafe is where Kens Army and Navy store was and the flour mill, where I worked with King Sidwell and Sam Winn, and fell asleep the next day in History, and Mr. Brough warned his next class to come in quietly and finally woke me up and wondered where all my classmates went. It was the laugh of the year. 

PARLEY P. PRATT WAS AN LDS APOSTLE THAT WAS LATER MURDERED PART TWO

                                                                     B.H. Roberts Part Two

Many students of the history of the Mormon Trek to Salt Lake, which at the time-was claimed to be the property of Mexico. But if we study all history, we find that the land of Utah and western States were claimed by the people of Spain, who sought ownership by killing or ravaging the women here and those invaders claimed to be the new owners until the Texasans who fought to their Alamo death to retake what they claimed was there's. Still others would site that what would become California and Texas were owned by the Aztec's; Fremont's and other  Ancient Ones. Even in today's history of America, governments of their own still practice Manifest Destiny and take what they believe is there's, if "it is for the good of the people". I watched in person as the State of Utah claimed Antelope Island as there's, and it remains as such, although the sheep owners disagreed. When I spent a week digging with professional's at the Anasazi State Park, it was considered legal, but  Federal Law was changed since then. When Fur Trappers and the Mormons set their wagon wheels down in Utah, they offered to just purchase all the land from the Native  Indians here. The Ancient Ones said "How do we sell land that only belongs to God". In Juab County, there was no Chief Yuba. and after me taking on the Utah Director of the Division of Natural Resources, she caved in and admitted it was just easier to call it U.B. rather than Utah's Biggest Dam, as it was at the time that farmers built it. Besides, they didn't want to go after taxpayer dollars to change all the pamphlet's and maps. I accepted that and took off the boxing gloves. The murder of Parley P. Pratt was committed by Hector McLean, who was estranged from his wife, and he thought, much like folks in the British Isles while I was there- that Mormons only came to marry more than one wife. That didn't happen to me, as I was asked that, and my retort was short and not so sweet, as I would shout, "Hell No, I don't want even one". Well, there are times when our thoughts change, as mind did, at least for awhile. Now back to Parley P. Pratt. One of things that may have tricked the Van Buren, Arkansas madman off, was that in 1857, a group of people were traveling through the area near Mountain Meadows, west of Parowan, Utah, and along with them were haters of the Mormons, and announced to the Saints in Parowan that they were a part of the ones that murdered Joseph Smith; his brother Hyrum and helped funnel the flames that slaughtered men, women and children of the Mormons that kept the killers from attacking them. And some no accounts followed them to Utah and many say they have remained. The brother of Parley Pratt was also an original Twelve Apostle of the latter days, and continued in that position along with various other church assignment's, and buried in Spring City, Utah, where my brother Weston and I have visited. After Parley Pratt was murdered, nobody was brought to justice, similar to what many other politician's didn't do, in Ohio, Illinois and Missouri. But B. H. Roberts was not about to leave the slain body of Parley Pratt down south to be ridiculed. Another Apostle dressed down in the clothes of a Tramp and off he went and brought the body home, and buried in the Salt Lake City Cemetery like many other LDS Leaders. He served several Missions but not to Arkansas. Parley's Canyon above Salt Lake was named after him for how he helped and well as a road from Highway 89 to the Freeway South of Beaver, Utah which was first traveled by Father Escalante. That's all folks.

WHO IS THIS MAN? IS HE A TRAMP OR AN UNDERCOVER MORMON? PART ONE

In the history of Utah and other places, some folks are amazed to find the hidden person under the exterior clothing or his habits. Such is the case of this photo which was found in the many photos and papers of the boxes of artifacts collected by myself and my family of those that have lived and died in our family of Tolley's; Jones' and Harris folks. The Nephi abode I was raised in was built in 1885, and various family members lived there when it had several different entrances and rooms that bedded family folks that would make their cots in the place they they were well taken care of as they were about to take those steps to  our real homes up the stairwells to Heaven's gate. That Nephi home is still a stable home for our younger sister-Jaynette Grimard, but the constant overloads of Semi Trucks and loud and speeding vehicles up and down to and from Schools and the new Gym are causing emotional and structural damage. As a youngster, it was a common occurrence that Hobo's would jump on & off the railroad trains that would stop at the Train Station in Nephi. There they would wander over to the Salt Creek that was behind the wandering eyes of those going and coming to the Utah Poultry. Over there, those free loaders could bath and clean up for their next criss cross on the rails. Then during the Ute Stampede and on Sundays, local folks would bring them a hot meal. When this want-to-be Historian first found this photo, my first thought was that it was held by the Nephi Jones residents which arrived in Nephi during 1852. The first Jones was Edward Jones, who had a son by the name of Edward Jones, and then he had two sons with the names of Willian and Edward, who was called "Uncle Lenny by my father Alma". Those two  brothers married the twin daughters of William Fisher Tolley, who was trained in driving railroads in the British Isles, and directed by Brigham Young to help build a road and railroad between Nephi and Ft. Green. He did just that, and eventually ended up with Brigham Youngs approval to take up three more wives, with the backing of  the first wife. The first Edward Jones in Nephi became a Blacksmith and built a home down where Wade Garrett now resides. Another home closer to the wagons going out to York(by Doc Steeles), and so his Blacksmith Shop was being built on First East and just south of where the Old Hollow runs. In  many regards, B.H. Roberts reminded this writer of Paul H. Dunn, who I became friends with in his latter days. As a General Authority, he wrote a letter to my Mission President in England and wanted to know how me and my Missionary Companion held the the record for more Baptism in the British Isles. My letter back to him told that he was under the heavenly inspiration as I was and to seek and find out himself. Later on when I worked with convicted Felons in Utah, I took Paul H. Dunn to various Prisons and Jails to encourage the convicts to take a different route in life. We became great friends. Back in the Mission Field, as the Mission President was so busy with Members of the Church, I was then promoted to the Proselytizing Assistant to the President, and Set Apart as that, and the Mission President authorized me to handle all matters of the Missionaries', including transferring Missionaries' as necessary. My new position didn't meet the standards of Spencer W. Kimball, who spoke firmly and with authority to me and the Mission President. Kimball authorized new carpets in the Mission Castle but not my office or sleeping quarters, but did direct me to be he and his wives Driver, then gave me an extra month to seek out Baptism for the Dead, and to use the Church car without a companion and on the promise I could be found without my earthly body if I dishonored that covenant. I remained faithful to that end and on my return to Juab County and with the help of a professional Genealogist- Lorraine Hayes, dozens and dozens of family member's names were taken to the Manti Temple for baptism by proxy. Kimball also sent a letter to my Stake President-Ross Garrett, who was also a grandson of Wm. Jones, who I believe paved the golden road for me as I traveled where he did, carrying his Journal with me. This story of truth will continue in Part Two, after I soak these arthritic typing fingers in Epsom Salt.

                                                          

                                                            WHO ART THOU REALLY?

IN ITS DAY, THE FORREST HOTEL OF NEPHI WAS THE PLACE TO STAY

The first real hotel in Nephi, Utah was the Forrest Hotel, which was located on 1st South and First  Prior to that, Nephi visitors often stayed in the Goldsbrough home, which was located at 1st North and Main Street, and in the 1960's, Shine Starr lived there, and his brother-Albert lived just north of that place. As Nephi became the stopping place for folks from all over the world, a team of horses pulled a buggy up to the railroad loading and unloading Dock, and the folks would take them where they wished to go. The Goldsbrough place was where a lot of folks would go, as it had a "Sample Room", where travelers could get a taste of fine wine. When strangers couldn't find a place to stay. "Uncle Harry" would make room for them by giving them a blanket and room on the floor. The Forrest Hotel was built in about 1880, and it was where the Forrest family lived as well as the travelers. They then built the new hotel on the corner of first north and main, which had excellent food and quarters to house any of the "High Brow" folks that wanted luxury and not sleep on the floor.  There should be two photos attached showing both the old and new Forrest Hotels, and this writer had the job to shovel coal in the furnace rooms and clean out the clingers that were there. Me and brothers Weston, Hal and Gary would take turns doing that. I don't remember the name of the owner back then, but my brain recalls, he looked like and dressed like  a gangster of Chicago, and we started calling him "Mr. Capone" behind his back. He paid the Jones Boys good wages but he made sure we went out the back door, so his customers didn't see us. When there wasn't enough beds for travelers, he built the "Annex", which is still there and although it has a Halloween story about it, they keep in nice and good place for folks just arriving with no place to live. On the South portion of the Annex, their is a different brick residence that used to be a home where gals would stay who are having babies, their waSa "Mid-Wife" there who knew how to gently take a breeched baby out okay. In fact, Gerusha ,ov

JUAB COUNTY HAS LOST ANOTHER VIET NAM HERO

I have always found it difficult to talk or write about our American Hero's that were called to fight for freedom in a land we couldn't even spell or pronounce at Juab High School. But history is there to learn about and learn from. For many of us, the United States Miltary "minds" of Washington D.C. didn't do what they should of done before we let 58,000 Americans die in Viet Nam, as we neglected to talk to the soldiers of France, who invaded Viet Nam in a previous war and didn't get the facts of that war they fought with the Viet Cong "fight til you are killed". Glen Williams was born in Levan, then called Mills his hometown, and found a bed at his father's-Charlie Williams who relocated in Nephi where he could work out of his Blacksmith Shop, when not driving the bus from Mills, Levan and to Nephi, then return to Mills after school. I worked with Charlie during the summers of 65 and 66, and considered him as a great friend, and also became friends with Glen's brother-Arlo, in search of an accidental shooting and burial of a member of the John C. Fremont expedition in the Juab County area. Out side of Saigon, the capitol of South Viet Nam(our "friendly" folks), the Viet Cong built the CU CHI Tunnels, which were gopher like tunnels underneath the ground, much like earthworms or gophers. Our Troops could not tell where the enemy may come up and spread their mine field around, or kidnap a friendly mother and give her a gun to kill Americans or else her kids would be slaughtered in a room under the ground. Rather than the 1st Calvary rolling into a dense forest with horse's, the Troops came by way of helicopter's being deployed in late 1965 through 1972. Glen didn't know it at the time, but he had the body that was slim enough to get in the tunnels and kill off the enemy, who were called VC or Victor Charlie, and Glen was named after his Dad, so he wasn't called Charlie. If you ever want to see the pure Hell our boys went through, see the movie "We were soldiers", where Colonel Hal Moore led the 1st Battalion in Nam. The Helicopter guys were called Sky Troopers. I have only touched on part of Viet Nam, but when my brother-Hal Jones returned from Nam, he and I went on an educational tour of schools in Salt Lake to teach what that war was all about. Brothers Weston and Gary were also in the Miltary during the Viet Nam Era. Nobody but God kept track, but total numbers of casualties of that war are guessed between one to three million and that doesn't include Cambodian's and Laotians. Hal was there as a 9th Infantry Medic, but was hit by shrapnel when another medic was killed. I went there in 1998 on a "Humanitarian" mission and to recover any remains of where some of our MIA's were buried. One of our teams did retrieve the remains of a soldier from Taylorsville, and his mother attended his proper burial and I felt saddened for what the Army kept hidden from her. Glen seldom spoke of his time "over there", and that is like most of the GI's that don't like to talk about, but it often hits them during their nightmares! Glen was hit in the head with mortar fire that split his helmet and head open, then suffered from blood disorders including Agent Orange and for Glen, it was Malaria. Purple hearts are fine and dandy but don't take care of the nightmares of the past. Please, Please, treat all Vets with care and announce your presence. Shell Shock and PTSD or now hitting Middle East Troops. Donations to American Legion is always appreciated.

FUNERAL AND LAST RITES FOR VIENNA JO DEMERS

I don't think I ever met Vienna Jo; her family or friends. But something moved me to attend her funeral at the LDS Chapel west of the Vine Bluff Cemetery in Nephi, Utah. I was told she lived on or near 7th North and since that has been my birth and last 78 years I have always called home, I thought it was only fitting to pay my respect to another 7th North neighbor. Neither did I know most of the folks that were there. This wasn't the first time I have attended a funeral of somebody I didn't know on earth, but sure felt I knew Vienna Jo, at least somewhere in time. I found myself writing notes of what I felt when I read her poem of "Winters Whispers" on the back of the program. Her words were chilling and yet I felt the heart felt love within her soul. Although Vienna Jo may never have heard of Robert Frost, her words reminded me of "The Road Not Taken" by that American Poet. I had memorized it sixty plus years ago, and recited it to myself as I continued to re-read and feel the words of Vienna Jo and her inner soul of love. Some day their will be a time when I hope to have the Heavenly chance to meet Vienna Jo, as I felt the warmth of her heart, and the joyous occasion she has already felt for the love and life of the Savior of this world, who undoubtedly greeted her at our real home. My heart and soul weeps for all her family and friends that knew her on earth. She was and remains one of God's most choicest of all.

IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR WE PAY PROPERTY TAX....OR SHOULD WE?

It is hard to believe, but it's time to pay property taxes again, even if you own the home. Needless and late to say and write, we have tons of it in Washington DC, where Politian's have wrongly taken our money and used it for them selves; friends or family. There may be only one person that could change this and it is President Trump. During his first run, after he won, I showed the letter and check to friends and foe, but they only booed me. Unless you are dumber than a knot on a fence post, you should now know that Trump has been doing the right things for Americans. When I said that personal observation to Nephi Council Members prior to our Hearing, I was told I wasn't thinking correctly, as that the President was "swearing" too much and not even moral. I couldn't help but respond to say he was the US President and not a Prophet or Pope. Anywho, when I got my tax notice last year I complained to the Juab County Tax man, and I could immediately hear he was a typical tax man, so I gave in, as I am no longer fit to jump through the loops. That County Tax man "Stood Fast" on the tax notice, then admitted the nearly 400 percent increase was for future development. I thought how DAM stupid, as those future land or home owners or Developers should be paying for that. We also discussed a dry land farm I owned and how we used to have it in grain before the deep wells were dug to rob or "take" from the ancient Aquifer's below the ground. He then lost his cool and said I should sell the ground to a local millionaire for ten thousand an acre. I then asked if the tax man was working a part time job as a real estate broker, and our dialogue soon ended after I commented on other folks in Nephi who may consider potential civil or criminal charges, but in contact with a friend at the Utah AG Office, I was informed the AG is not interested in that until Congress enacts into law or until a City or County gets sued. In the Juab County Tax Notice for 2026, I see more and excessive taxes I have heretofore mentioned. As I have spent a total of 46 years fighting Politician's on a Federal; State and Local level, I am too wore out from the battles I fought, so I will say the same words of the great Indian Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce "From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever". That was in 1877, when we the Pale Faces of America massacred that Tribe out of the Rocky Mountains toward Canada and stole their land. I became friends with the original painter of the portrait that is now at the Smithsonian Museum in Washington D.C. I hope local folks here and in other rural Counties will fight and encourage President Trump to legally abandon Property Taxes and put pressure on each State to do so. As I believe the Utah Governor is not interested in the people of Utah and only for himself, I will not write a letter to him, as I spent several years as a Constitution Affairs writer for four different Governors, and don't believe anybody will do anything about Taxes until we have another Trump type person as our Utah Leader. If I can figure out how to attach it, I will add a computer print of Chief Joseph and of a typical tax notice of the past. I gave many of the large prints to kids that toured our local DUP Museum in the past, and still have the negative for more printing, but will send it to what is left of the Nez Perce. Rather than pay property taxes on a 17 acre dry land farm on the south side of Nephi, I will send letters to such as a religious group; Miltary official's; Animal Groups for Pet Cemeteries or other Tax Except folks, as paying a few dollars a year to thousands could even make folks from the Boston Tea Party arise to revolt, but I no longer have the fight to give into the Scandal's, both locally; Utah and DC. As I am a local, with Nephi ancestor's who built it, but not with present Elected and Selected Rural Leaders! If things don't improved, Trump could make our Governor a Newsome and take away Grants, which is not freebies as Nephites keep saying. The Feds earn zero dollars. Grant money comes from taxes, so where is the hard working dollar of us Seniors really going!

THIS IS THE TIME TO CHEER FOR UTAH COWBOYS WANTING TO GO TO VEGAS

Now is the time to cheer for one of America's true sport of Rodeo, where prayers and our USA flag is still honored. And while these are the real cowboys, I pay tribute to all of the Wright sisters and wives who are the ones that rope; doctor and brand the cows while their men are bucking all night. And we hope Nephi City and Utah will honor the vision of our rural towns from whence they hail. The Wright Family from Beaver County are the Cream of the Crop for the last American Sport. I can't figure out how to put all their photo's here but give credit to Ray Jackson; Joe and Bob Garett; Bob Day and a ton others who volunteered to make the Ute Stampede the start to overtake the Cowboys from Texas. Help spur them on to victory. Hayes Weight is from Goshen and related to folks in Nephi. Stetson Wright is leading in the All Round Cowboy of the World and edging close to the top of Saddle Bronc where Ryder Wright is now. Thanks to Mayor P.L. Jones for getting the Ute Stampede where cowboys started since 1935. Some of our elected and selected leaders haven't yet figured out the difference of a hackamore from a saddle. Long Live Cowboys and the USA. These cowboys are the gentlemen that are the real red blooded Americans who also go on tour to our G.I's in combat zones in the off season, like what Lewis and Kaycee Feild did who also led the Pledge of Allegiance at a Nephi City Council Meeting a few years back when he was world Champion in Bareback riding and retired after winning 6 championships. He still likes riding horses and his Harley, in a small country township.

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THIS "CLYDESDALE" RAN OVER A 100 FOOT RACES

I RAN OVER A HUNDRED FOOT RACES, BUT THAT HAS BEEN A FEW YEARS AGO. SINCE I KEPT A WRITTEN LOG OF THEM, I THOUGHT I WOULD LIST THAT FOR YOUR HISTORY GIGGLES TODAY. THERE ARE ERRORS IN THE TYPING. ONE OF THE FUN RACES WAS BAY TO BREAKER IN SAN FRANCISO. 100,000 PEOPLE WATCHED TEN THOUSAND RUN, AND TRIED TO SHOW A PHOTO OF SOME, BUT DIDN'T INCULDE ALL THE STARK NAKED PEOPLE THEIR WAS. HEARTBREAKING WAS WHEN I WAS TRYING MY BEST TO GO UP THE LAST HILL -I WAS PASSED BY THE WHOLE DAM FOOTBALL TEAM OF THE LA RAIDERS IN FOOT BALL GEAR, EXCEPT RUNNING SHOES INSTEAD OF CLETS. AND THANKS FOR THE ONE GAL WHO PASSED ME NAKED, WHICH GAVE ME THE ENERGY TO CATCH HER AND PASS HER WITH BY HEAD AND EYES LOOKING AROUND TO CHECK. THEN THE 5-K AT SUGARHOUSE PARK, I PASSED UP MY SON JUSTIN AND PAUL HANSEN RUNNING TO THE END BACKWARDS. I WAS SO FIT, I THEN BECAME A MALE MODEL AND STARTED MY HOLLYWOOD MOVIE CAREER BUT SHORT LIVED, BUT ME AND MY SONS WERE IN LAST NIGHTS MOVIE ON "OUTLAW" TV WITH CHARLTON HESTON, WHO PLAYED THE ROLE OF BRIGHAM YOUNG. A CLYDESDALE IS ONE WHO  WEIGHTS 200 POUNDS ARE MORE AND I SHED ABOUT 40 POUNDS.

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