TWO PHOTOS OF VIC AND ALBERTA JONES AND PHOTO Of THE KIDS OF THE KIDS

I have no idea who I received these photos from or the year, but want to donate them, then that person can make more from the negative's. Who ever wants them, please type your name and address in the messenger portion on Facebook, and if my hunch is right, Sherm sits on high, as does a few other Nephi Saints including the daughter of Vaughan Paxman; Daughter of June Williams; Stetson Jones; Dee Nielson and his younger brother; Madeline Pyper, who lived on the corner of 5th North and Main; which was next to the Sparks Motel; which was next to The Serv; which was next to the Beeline Gas Station, run by the Boswell family, who lived next house down and across the street was where King Sherm did the chores for his Dad who was shot by a "Friendly Fire". And that is why police are the good guys who try to break up a fight between a husband and wife, but when the cops try to arrest either or both, the cop is killed dead and that is when we see the Criminal Justice System as being unfair, but it is fair to the Jury and/or Judge! Vic was a MP during WW One, but that can be more dangerous than fighting in the Trenches of France. And if you think we were slow to get in that War To End All Wars, go chat with Woody Wilson, who wasn't a Teddy Roosevelt riding up with Mat Howard of Starr Route. Amen and please pass the peas.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY YOUNG BROTHER-GARY B. JONES

When Gary B. Jones grew up in Jonesville in the North Ward, he was known as Gary B. and not only was a scholastic student at Juab High, but starred in many of the School Plays and what we used to call "Road Shows", where each LDS ward throughout East Juab County, would put on a live show on stage, and it was a part of what the LDS Church would sponsor. Gary B. was tall and thin, much like his Uncle Vic Jones. When our father-Alma "Cash" Jones passed away in 1984, Gary B. took on the physical aspect of our Dad, almost instantly! Gary B. was not only an actor on the stage, but had a deep resounding voice that could be heard loud and clear even to the hard of hearing. He excelled in the Mt. Nebo FFA, not only in Speech Contests, but on the winning State Parliamentary Procedure Contest. He was active in the LDS Church, and worked his way to the top, receiving his Eagle Scout Degree. He then became a good friend of Lynn Esplin, who was the Juab County Agent. If that wasn't enough, he became one of the head leaders of Camp Maple Dell, and worked there each Summer, while not attending BYU and Utah State. Then on to an LDS Mission to the downunder country where seeing a Kangaroo was part of the glamour of what he enjoyed doing. He remains active in that religion. Although Nephi remains his hometown, and while his siblings would like to see him closer, each of us have tried to explain Nephi is not Nephi anymore, with many move ins, that it is no longer the friendly rural town it was when five of us kids were constantly busy doing chores, and not paid for those duties, as it was just something we did and grateful to have food on the table. Gary B. answered the call from  Uncle Sam, and during the Viet Nam Era, his older brother, who was in the Air Force, wondered why Gary jumped out of a perfectly good plane. Gary B. was an Army Ranger, and a good one at that. He was self taught how to hide under dirt and bushes to shoot the biggest buck around, so doing that as a Ranger was nothing. Once home, he went to work for Western Airlines and followed when it was bought out by Delta Airlines. He jumped on a plane for the airport under the Northern Lights of Alaska. On his off days, he would work as a fish and game hunting guide. I went up there to be with him on a bear hunt. When he picked up the trail of a bodily excretion remains. I was glad to get back to his place on the Iditarod Trail. He then retired from the airlines and the National Guard, and started with his bottle of pennies and got into the sled dog racing. I didn't know how to spell or say the race, until he explained it like Mrs. Lomax would do. "I DIT A ROD". I then returned another year to take care of his Kennel while he raced. It is only a thousand miles! With a prior Subdural Hematoma, certain noises affect my brain, such as barking dogs, but like parents getting accustomed to their crying babies, I wasn't bothered by his barking dogs, as they were his pride and joy. And in Alaska, he is a well known "Musher" and has written several books, all on motivational subjects.He has just came out with the Third Printing of "Winning The Iditarod" which should be available at the Nephi Library. G.B. Jones never married, but when he turned 70, he felt bad about a young boy that his mother or father didn't want, so G.B. Jones became the adopted father. In talking with him on the phone, one could feel the pressure of raising a kid that is now a "Holy Hell" Teenager. Our Dad survived and so will our tall brother.

CAN A BOY IN THE 6TH GRADE FALL IN LOVE WITH CHONITA?

 I don't recall falling in love in the sixth grade with anything other than playing marbles in the dirt where the District Courthouse is now. And nowadays, I think my wind sails have fallen off the wooden masts when they were young. And, if we dig deep in the uncounted documents of ions ago, we found a 1959 brochure that tells of a yarn about about a Chonita and the Gypsy Romance between two gals and two guys. I recall, almost licitiusly of Mary Lou Hintze, who played one of the Chonita's, and the other one played the part of the other Chonita, she being Ann Hall. Regardless of what the synopsis of the 6th grade Operetta would tell us, we all knew that Ann had her heart waiting for Dean Bailey, and sure enough they them those two got hitched. All in all, their were 80 of us kids that put on that show, and Mona, Levan and Mills didn't come in to the Central School. And all of us kids would take the duty to hold out the flags to stop the cars, and each student would take turns to help those that needed help and yes we did have to walk uphill to school and uphill to get home. And I hear tell that their were some of those Jones boys grabbing on the horse drawn plow that cleared the snow off before they invented paved sidewalks!! Years later, when I was 13 or 14, I felt bad for Jon Jackson who plowed the snow on the north, as he would walk down to the Snak Shak for a real supper, then I would drive him to his log house kitty korner from Ray Jackson.

HERE IS "THIS AND THAT AROUND JUAB" OF LONG AGO

Most kids of today are smarter than the class of Juab High-1965. Even if it was a President of the US of A, today's kids would know the guy was a weirdo if he bent over to smell your hair, so they just may be smarter than we were of decades ago. But if you needed to know what we did in 1965, here is good stuff contained in THE WASP. And not sure, but darn bettin that short lived Football Coach Davis never did get along with many folks, and pretty dam certain Dale Bailey didn't drink anything stronger than a 7-Up on New Years Eve. And where the heck is the school of Sunnison we played?

Mt. Nebo FFA wins another Trophy

It seems like only yesterday, but young people would think it was before the Pale Faces invaded a quiet and the peace loving Ancient Ones, or what is commonly called the Indians. Mormons or the LDS folks didn't understand why the Indians didn't want to sell some of the land. Through an interpreter, they said something to the affect "How can we sell something that belongs only to God". They made a good point, but it seems that us pale faces still haven't got the real message of the wise ones! Jay Dalley was the Juab FFA advisor and before him it was Jim Anderson. They both instilled the importance of why agriculture is so important, and I have always thought that was just as important as History, but it seems that all the new people invading our lands haven't quite got the full understanding of either. Both of those brilliant teachers have found new Heavenly farms, and perhaps, just perhaps, those two and Harry Beagley will be our instructors. As he was a gracious saint of Saints.

IT LOOKS LIKE ELECTION TIME IN NEPHI-SO WATCH OUT FOR POLITICAL SCAMMERS

I once worked for and with state politicians for 42 years, then returned to my once rural home town of Nephi, and won a position as a Nephi City Council Member. I won that four year term with the motive
to give back to the most perfect rural town in the world. Some of my Juab classmates of 65 went on to have kids which may have given them an advantage to defer going to a Rim Country of which we couldn't even spell, but found out it was Viet Nam, which was being invaded by a Communist Regime. Being color blind kept me from enlisting and I was the only one out of the four sons who wanted to go, dam it, but that is the way the wind blows, sometimes. I then got my college degree in  Law Enforcement and was to give back to help others, including being a Scoutmaster; a volunteer for me and my two young boys to help the Fish and Game eradicate the trash fish in Strawberry Reservoir; work with American Red Cross of Salt Lake as the Logistic contact; Volunteer for the Sandy Museum; volunteer with my boys in their baseball; basketball and Soccer and football games; volunteer at Antelope Island each Saturday and some Sundays for more than ten years; volunteer at a Heber City Nursing Home in writing each of the residents when their family came in and published their life and times on the door with the title of "Get to know your Neighbor", with the emphasis that all of the people in places like that eventough they may now be old, they too had an abundant life earlier in life. NO, I am not running for any more political positions, and I can't tell of the politician's I have come across in my work, but I can say that of all the elected and especially the Selected Politician's I had to deal with, I have "tried" to bare with some of the bad ones, who were servants only to themselves. My first Attempted Bribe was from a sitting Attorney General of the State of Utah. At the time of ions ago, he called and wanted me to chat with him in his office. I went, as I thought he could add something to my criminal investigation I was doing on an individual. Well, he was to do that, but not quite as I had suspected. He sat behind his desk and introduced me to his private secretary. It wasn't long before  I understood the chat and his motive. He wanted me to change the criminal investigation I was doing on the son of his secretary to a lesser crime. He was informed that I would have to take it to my superiors, but then he understood I was just starting my career, and said he could make me one of his Chief Investigators and the chat was ended. When I returned to my regular job, my co-workers giggled and declared "Welcome to your first official Bribe". Needless to say I went with the written report and the official recommendation, and others my way came, but not as bold as that one, but pretty dang close. The point I am trying to declare to all American voters in rural areas and throughout Utah. Be careful at Election time, as it can be good, but as the President Trump and his cabinet is trying to sort out the outlaws within DC and although I never watched the TV News in 45 years, nor have I read the Tabloids and most of the major newspapers, their is cause to disbelieve what they write. Same is true with Judges. You can vote to retain them or kick them out. And remember, even Judges have a variety of Association Members who may send out notices whom they support, it is your duty as an American to figure things out for yourself, as I have tried to do in my travels around the earth. And Never Ever vote just because they are white; black; brown; male or female. CHOOSE YOU MUST, BUT PLEASE CHOOSE AFTER YOU ARDENTLY STUDIED EVERY PERSON. Sometimes even our Utah, Juab  Leaders and Nephi appointed speakers and writers may be speaking falsehoods or distortions. And Nephi does not have sufficient water, and never did as the  Army Corp of Engineers' noted long ago tudy Study hard you must!  If you are a Democrat; a Republican or any other party that serves themselves only, rather than the people they are sworn to serve, they are as bad as a Scammer can be.. As Tracy Booth would say "Follow the Money". Or in the Paul Harvey words, "That is the rest of the story".

                                                    ALL FOR ONE  AND ONE FOR ALL

NEXT FUN OUTING IS THE MONA CELEBRATION

The Ute Stampede is over for another year, and yes we did have the Wright Riders with us. They are my present Sports Heroes and I thank the Right Wright Wives and Sisters who do much of the Cattle work while their men are working the "Jumping Jacks Jaguernat Jungles" of rodeos. Although the Cow Men and Women are off to chase the big money, their is still a lot of jazzy fun to do in Juab County. As I left Livingston Printing- who are the computer gurus of Nephi, I saw an ad on the window, and had them Scan a copy so I could advertise it to all you folks. Nephi is not the small rural town it used to be, as it is growing too DAM much, at least for me, who has turned into slow driving Bish Belliston(ole geezer's called him Hazard), but one of the best guys in East Juab County. Anywho, we will give you the Mona Ad, but just know you don't qualify to attend if you still call it Clover Creek; Willow Creek or even Starr, which is where Young Oils is now located, being named after the Starr Family. And if you want to do a little history trek, ask one of the Newtons; Kays or Garfield's where the trains used to stop for water for their steam engines. Yup, it is a fact, and no bull today. Stetson Wright is an All Around Cowboy Champion, but even Mona has one of the best ropers around, so if you see Nephew-Stetson Jones, say Howdy to him but if he ropes you in, he will let you go........later! And NO, all of Juab County doesn't have enough water unless you over tax the property owners and squeeze them to sell out your local farmers. That is a fact regardless of what the elected and Selected officials will say, That ain't no BULL

 

JULY 12, 2025 IS LAST DAY FOR THE UTE STAMPEDE IN NEPHI, UTAH. COME ON DOWN.

Being born and raised in the rural town of Nephi, Utah had a ton of goodness. Politicians' and money hungry monkeys is said to have destroyed much of the small town values and no cost fun, but us old folks still love it when we can dress up in that cowboy hat that sets on the piano. Two of our good ole Jones Boys volunteered to put the Ute Stampede together in 1935. And the Boy Scouts built the canopy for rodeo attenders. Mayor and Dentist P.L. Jones was like President Trump is....a mover and shaker and Doc Jones organized that yearly celebration. He was also the man that put the Nephi Airport on the map which Cotton Rosser used to fly in for the rodeo, but years later Nephi leaders gave credit to another, but that often happens in the political world. If you attend tonight's rodeo, try to feel the cowboy spirit of Chuck Parkinson or Cotton Rosser, who helped bring the rough stock here as the big shot of the Flying U Rodeo, but it is now Reno Rosser, but I had to give Reno a big Atta Boy for taking time to drive up and say Hi to Bob Garrett, as it was Bob and his Dad-Joe Garrett, and Bob Day who kept the rodeo the best outside rodeo anywhere. Cotton would often fly to each rodeo he put together, and let his truck drivers bring the horses and bulls in Semi Trucks. Every time I go to this fabulous rodeo, I have to pay high respect to the volunteer committee members who put in their free work for all of us attenders. Former Ute Stampe Chair is Bob Garrett, who at the age of 84, was still getting on his horse and rounding up cattle. But his body was telling him to slow down, so he is taking a rest after back surgery. He is on the road to recovery, with daughter Tara making "Dam"sure he starts moving. The first photo is of a prior Committee. Which one is Joe Garrett; Ray Jackson; the Judge?? Other photos show Bob Garrett on the chutes; Ute Chief and last is Cotton Rosser, who will remain with us forever, as the "Ghost Rider in the Sky". My sister Jaynette cleaned his Motel once and got a Big Tip!

UTE STAMPEDE IS HAPPENING IN NEPHI-COME ONE, COME ALL

Last night the Bulls Only(Xtreme Bulls) occured at the rodeo grounds in Nephi. Some of us locals were cheering for Stetson Wright, the present All Round Cowboy of the PRCA. He is from the Beaver area, but didn't quite make it to the eight second whistle. Tonight is the first night of the regular Ute Stampede, and we have attached a brochure to show all the things occuring. So come on down Track Street and enjoy the weekend. Nephi now has a new motel to stay at and a newly built and fantasy Trailer Court to the South end, and as usual, the best all round America food can be found at Lisa's Restaurant. We have also attached the twin brother's of Ronald and Harold Jones, who are among the several Jones and Tolley family who arrived in 1852. All the others are move in's or "fakes", but since I am one of the real Nephi Jones family, I don't mind bragging. Those twins helped to build the first canopy for the 1935 Stampede, so read and heed that which was written. They were Grand Marshalls for the Western Parade in 1987, and yes they rode horses, which is what a rural resident should be doing. Happy Stampede, and no, there is not many Native Americas or Utes that attend, but when I was a kid, there was a lot of them that came.

MOTHERS LETTER FROM HEAVEN

LaVon Harris yearned to be the best secretary that Nephi ever had. We believe she was and destined to teach her kids the importance of learning to type, even boys! She insisted that their would be a time in our lives when boys would have to learn how to type. That was for girls, I protested, but lived by Mom and as a teenage boy, I made the type team and made it to Region. The best thing was finding myself surrounded by pretty gals of Juab High. LaVon was focused on typing and continued to write letters to servicemen and LDS Missionaries. Alma Jones of Nortonville liked pretty gals, and to most he was the movie type stud that looked like Randolph Scott. But he like farming and watched the new Nephi High School built on Main Street and started a career in cement and masonry work. When Alma went off to war during the era of World War Two, the two exchanged letters, and they both must have been hit hard with the love for each other and got hitched as soon as he returned. Before they both got older, Storks started flying by the Jones home about once a year. Alma had heart problems in his last years, and never recovered from a hip surgery, that was at a time when they didn't have the knowledge or material to fix it right. One leg was shorter that the other, and he walked with a cane, but in pain. I am now at the age where I use his cane after multiple surgeries with similar pain of my Dad. Alma  passed through the Veil between Earth and Heaven in June, 1984. Shortly after is when LaVon wanted to make sure that their kids would always be the family that stayed together. She typed her thoughts to each of the Jones Kids of Weston, Hal, Kent, Gary and Jaynette. Although I have saved family papers and things for years, much like others in my family, I had forgot about the letter I had received back in 1984. Sitting at my desk last night, I became frustrated with all the things piled up which I need to organize for future generation to exam and ponder about. That is when  I knocked a letter off and picked it up and read it. Tears filled my eyes, and only then is when I knew that God does move in mysterious ways. I openly responded saying "Mom, all your kids have stuck together and we get together for a lunch and call Gary in Alaska". I knew she and Dad was aware he have all stuck together, but our average age is now around 75, so we all recognize we will soon join our family that has gone before us. Happy Birthday Mom.

GOD HAS ACCEPTED A WOMAN WITH BEAUTY AND AN HONEST TO GOODNESS HEART

The Juab Wasps and the North Sanpete Hawks have been arch rivals in sports, but for some unexplained reason, they shine together under a blue moon! Such was the case in 1954, when Gene Mikkelson wedged his way up next to Marian Garrett at the Ute Stampede. Back then, Gene may not have known that Marian's father was a big shot with the Stampede, and Marian's little brother, was a giant of a man who became Cotton Rosser's right hand man and as a Wrangler with John Wayne and Ben Johnson. But Gene wasn't going to let anything stop him from courting Marian, and Gene went on to have to fight  bloody hard during the Korean War. But Marian had the grit of her mother and wanted to work, and she did just that. But we will let the program readers soak it all in. And whoever wrote that program had a 20-20 vision of Marian. After my own career and moving back to the once small and friendly town, I better got to know Marian and Gene, and found their true love for each other, but what struck me, was they were true friends. And the crowd at the Vine Bluff cemetery showed the magnetic attraction of the Mikkelson's and the Garretts. Now the show must go on with a sad face, but just gaze at that wide smile, as Marian gets to spend time with her infant daughter.

GLEN L. BOYER HAS BEEN PROMOTED

He wasn't from Nephi, but pretty dang close. Glen Boyer was born and raised in Hoytsville, Utah. But since two of his sisters married young men from Nephi, we accept him as one of our own. Even at his funeral, we would admit any of his worldly faults, but nobody could come with any! Glen was much like his father, who at the age of 80, could get his horse to stand still and shoot a big buck(nobody in the Boyer or Jones family ain't never ever seen a "small buck")! One of the Boyer gals hitched up with a Nephi McPherson and another tied the knot with a Jones. Those two familiar names go back to Mormon Pioneer times, and it just so happens that one of each sailed to England to serve LDS Missions in the 1800's. We will leave the rest of the story to the program folks. And by the way, what a send off by the American Legion. It sent chills down my arthritic old spine.

IT IS GOOO HAVE A NINTH INfANTRY MEDIC WHEN IN DIRE STRAITS

 IT APPEARED TO BE THE PERFECT DAY TO GO FISHING IN AMERICAN FORK 

CANYON,  ALTHOUGH HIGH SCHOOL WAS OUT FOR THE SUMMER, THEIR WERE NO  

NOISY KIDS SPEEDING UP AND DOWN THAT ROAD. MY BROTHER AND I PICKED 

THE IDEAL DAY TO SPEND TIME IN ONE OF GODS BEAUTIFUL CANYONS. WE DECIDED  

TO  DROWN OUR WORMS AT A PERFECT FISHING HOLE. I LATER THOUGHT IT MAY 

NOT  HAVE BEEN THE PERFECT PLACE, AS HAL HAD BEEN BEHIND TWO  

SEPARATE MOTOR  CYCLE KIDS THAT WERE KILLED GOING TOO FAST. WE 

KNEW THE PLACE WELL OR SO WE THOUGHT. HAL VENTURED TO THE LEFT AND I TO 

THE RIGHT.. I KNEW THE GRAVEL AND SHARP ROCKS WERE A HAZARD TO WALK ON, 

BUT I FELT LKE I WAS A TEEN AGER, BUT NOT FOR LONG!. REPEATED FALLS AND 

ACCIDENTS WERE  LESSONS' I SHOULD HAVE REMEMBERED, BUT NEEDLESS TO SAY,  

I DIDN'T THINK CLEARLY AND PRIOR SUBDURAL HEMATOMAS WERE THERE AS A

A TEACHER. ON  THE FRONT LINES WITH THE NINTH INFANTRY, HAL WAS KNOWN AS 

DOC JONES AND HIS MEDICAL EXPERTISE KICKED IN AND KNEW HE HAD TO STOP MY 

BLEEDNG AND HE DID BEFORE HE DROVE TO THE AMERICAN FORK E,R, WHERE DR.

ANDY OLDROYD SEWED MY HEAD BACK TOGETHER, AND MY BROTHER AND

 THEY CHATTED ABOUT NOT JUST SAVING OUR SOLDIERS, BUT HAD TO KILL

THE ENEMIES COMING AFTER HIM.  THANKS HAL

TODAY IS THE DAY WE HONOR THOSE WHO GAVE HELP TO OTHERS

MANY OF US STILL CALL IT DECORATION DAY; AND OTHERS  CALL  IT MEMORIAL DAY.

EITHER WAY, IT IS TO RECOGNIZE THOSE WHO SERVED OTHERS. TODAY I LEFT AN IRIS 

FLAG OR FLOWER AND ON THOSE WHO SERVED IN THE MILITARY,  I SALUTED THEM, 

BUT PAID TRIBUTE TO THOSE WHO SERVED OTHERS IN A CHRIST LIKE MANNER. 

DRIVING TO AND FROM VINEBLUFF CEMENTARY, MY SPEED WAS SLOW AND THOUGHT

PROVOKING. AT FIRST,  I WAS ABOUT TO UTTER DISCONTENT TO THE FIVE  SPEEDING 

VEHICLES HITTING THEIR ACCLERATOR UP 1250 NORTH. I  ST0PPED AS THEY 

TURNED SOUTH ON 4TH EAST, BYPASSING THE HALLOWED GROUND OF THOSE  

WHO SERVED,  AND EAST TO THE NEARBY LITTLE LEAGUE BASEBALL DIAMONDS. 

THOUGH A SINNER I REMAIN, GOD RESPONDED TO MY CRY, AND THE THREE YOUNG 

KIDS CROSSING THE STREET SUDDENLY STOPPED AND AVOIDED INJURIES. GOD

STILL WORKS MIRACLES TO ALL  OF US WHO REMAIN ON EARTH.

THIS IS THE ALMA JONES FAMILY TRIP TO KANAB OF YESTERYEAR

When all of us were younger, everything we did appeared to be easy.. I have now reached the age that I am no longer young, and I at least acknowledge that truth. Alma Jones escaped life on earth in 1984, but his legacy will always live on with his kids and their kids. In Nephi during the 1950's, Alma and LaVon Jones had five kids running around the house that was built in 1885. Even after it was built, there was only a outhouse for adults and kids, but when we kids came along, improvements were made and it was a very comfortable house that became our home.  Alma laid cement where the clothesline was, and with four boys that were a handful, especially when they were only about a year or so apart, our mother figured out how she could do what needed to be done in the house, so she invented a good way for us toddlers and hooked up a rope so each of us could run up and down the length of the clothes line. That provided safety and practical.When LaVon was so busy she was about to explode, Alma took the hint well, and all the kids jumped in the pick up truck and went out to get a load of sand and firewood so our mother could start the kitchen stove, which she used for cooking and the hot water would go in the tank for baths. When Dad and us kids came back, two or three of the boys would take a bath and enjoy supper, and only when we got older, little did we know we were close to poor, but always had plenty of enjoyment. Anyway, we  had fun out west and Mom needed the rest. So over time, we started what  we called "The Alma Jones Trip" and travel to a place that was known to us or back when Wm Jones took a wagon of supplies to places in Nevada that was a part of the Utah Territory. The outline below is the trip to Kanab where we hooked up with the family of Don Jones, who was the son of Bert Jones, who was a brother of Alma Jones. If this old brain can figured it out, we will add how our trucks got stuck in a Tributary to the Colorado River and we got it out and stayed in Kanab where John Wayne stayed when Western movies were filmed.

 

NEARLY A QUARTER MILLION PEOPLE HAVE VIEWED OUR HISTORY BLOGS

We started writing these history blogs about ten years ago, while I lived in the big bad city to our north.  As a kid, I lived in Nephi, Utah where our house on the corner of the corner of 7th north and Main was built in 1885 with several family members lived there and still a Jones lives there. As a young kid, I  loved getting on the Continental Trailways bus with my mother-LaVon Harris Jones, and take old Highway 91 to Salt Lake to visit her brother-Ren Harris, who lived at the Regis Hotel, which at the time, I would say was like a "Bates" Hotel. But Uncle Ren and others like him who were World War One Veterans and injured or homeless had no other place to live.When he had a stroke, he returned to Nephi and lived at the Colonial Manor. In those days the VA was not overly kind to our boys we sent "Over There". Going to the big city was fun and delightful for me and it was good for my mother who had five young kids to care for; excellent but gentle  loving interest to teach us all how to iron; clean house; great cook; informed us how to collect "kindly" to start the kitchen stove fire and the one in the front room. Our mother showed how four boys could squeeze together for our weekly Saturday night bath; shine our shoes after, so we could walk to church the next day, but always made sure we had our school work completed. Our folks taught us that it was essential to graduate from Juab High School, and we all took it so serious, that we would help each other, even though one brother still thought he did it all by himself! Our mother was a stay at home housewife (which term she loved) until we were all in school, then she went to work for Utah Poultry, then a secretary typist was important, and when I was being paid for my work, I had to a select one who could type faster than me and with accuracy. During my 42 years working in Law Enforcement and the Criminal Justice System, I was also a Constituent Affairs Officer 'four different Utah Governor's, and I did so, although 3 of the four thought I was being "too honest" in the letters. Those three stopped their "political double talk" my career was in law enforcement and the Criminal Justice System. When one Governor a letter he was to sign, I mentioned "Our Constitution", which made he and for Clyde C. Child, then Ralph Menlo e, all of who were Supt' for Juab Schools. LaVon believed it was the most important work there was. She was a little like Ellen Anderson Garrett, who was a scribe and typed LDS Patriarchal Blessings'. I believed that made him nervous! Perhaps that is why I did only did one term ats a Nephi City Council Member I could see  too much corruption or the potential with conflict of interests. During my escapades' around the world, I have seen much and acknowledge how God has protected me from the hatred of mankind; shotgun blast to the head and slow to open my parachute until I passed up Alta airport. Along the way I loved being a Scoutmaster and helping kids there and in youth sports, but ran into a big tree that fell on my head, giving me a subdural hematoma. The young scout tried tried to stop but the tree hit me with residual effects to this day. Sorry, it took so long to write this, but my old brain doesn't think too much and these computers are not made for me, Photo is of family members way back when

LET'S GO BACKWARDS TODAY, SO WE CAN BETTER UNDERSTAND TOMORROW

First, we wish to write about the history of some Utah Banks of yesteryear and of today, and we have to probe a little as to who and why they were set up like they were. When Brigham Young led the Mormon Pioneers to Utah, it was to get away from the Murders committed by Non-Mormon Americans in the East and South of the United States. Yup, just common folks setting fires and killing and doing savage things to people of the LDS religion. When the Saints arrived and established blocks of streets in Salt Lake, Brother Young had previously sent a lot Scouts out to the United States to make friends with the Indians and Trappers and search for areas near water for farms and people to live. In fact they traveled to most of Nevada and parts of California and returned to report their findings. The land was taken by the Mexicans who arrived when the Indians had lived here for hundreds of years. But the Spanish Invaders only wanted the gold that was here and used the Ancient Ones(Indians) as their slaves. The United States Government in DC were greedy as well as the Romans and Italians however. More Europeans were coming to this continent in droves, then in 1850 U.S. President Millard Fillmore appointed Brigham Young as the Governor of the Utah Territory and even paid a salary to those men who joined US Troops to squelch any uprising by the Mexicans who by this time interbred with the Native culture here and most were forced. Hardly a shot was fired and the land was the United Territories' and States. However. when James Buchanan became U.S, President, "rumors" were floating around that Brother Young for out reached his authority, and so President sent Colonel Albert Johnson to Utah with 10,000 soldiers to put down the "Mormon Rebellion" which of course their was none. That incident could be related to Washington D.C.in modern times, how a President sent millions/billions of dollars to other countries that are our enemies, then decided to return soldiers to America, but leave our weapons and tanks for the enemy. Now back to Colonel Johnson and the 10,000 U.S. Army invading soldiers to Utah in 1857. Little did they know that Brigham Young was informed they were coming, so he sent notes to all citizens of the Territory not to give anything to the soldiers, and the Mormon  Militia took turns shooting guns in the air and raising Hell for the troops. When the Army entered Salt Lake, they found no riot or consternations, but peaceful and God fearing and hard workers. Brother Young told the Army they were not permitted to be around God's people, but allowed 50 miles away and directed them to Stockton, Utah. There was where Colonel Patrick Conner led the 9th Calvary (known as the Buffalo Soldiers) and directed them to keep an eye on the Indians for stealing from Pony Express and Miners. When the American Civil War broke out, all the soldiers led by Colonel Johnson was directed back to Washington and the soldiers thought that was good as most of them had nothing to do except for K-P. Colonel Johnston bragged that no women or alcohol were used by his soldiers, but that theory was tossed to the dump, when some of us obtained permission from the land owners, then dug down and found empty liquor bottles and Red Stilettoes and other signs of men who were just ! When the 10,000 Soldiers left, D.C. told the men to get rid of the wagons and excess storage, so along came the Walker Brothers and bid for all of that and they got it all and made a lot of money. The only other bank around was Zions Bank(which was owned by the Mormon Church, but later diversified), so they started their own which became known as Walker Bank, then they sold out to another Bank of Utah. Other Utah Banks were First Security Bank, which. made millions of dollars for their owners-the Eccles Family, but they made a lot of contributions in their name, then sold out to Wells Fargo. Besides, First Security  may not have lasted long if they continued to print that women were "housewife's", and VISA purchased the BankAmercard. Now my concluding statement- is who has the money mystery fathers had in The Commercial Bank of Utah; First National Bank of Torrington, Wyoming or the First National Bank of Chugwater, Wyoming? Well, I called the Mayor of Chugwater and he said something like "Hell if I know, but know it was tore down bot a hundred years ago, but if you come up we can Chug water together". I joked around with him like I had been a forever friend. That is our history!                                                            

TOMORROW IS THE BIRTHDAY OF JAYNETTE JONES GRIMARD-THE BEST SISTER IN OUR FAMILY

Tomorrow is your day Little Sis. You remind me of your Mother-LaVon Harris Jones. She too, was one of the best caregivers I have ever known. When Mom's older brother had a stroke, she was the one always taking care of him and her other big brothers, and now you repeatedly check and help your five kids; grandkids and those crazy old farts that are your older brothers, all of which have had a truck load of health issues, but I think you and your parents have been proud of them for three on an LDS Mission at the same time and three serving our country at the same time. You stayed by your husbands bedside after his tragic accident, then dealt with his and other family deaths. By the way, thanks for saving my life a couple times. Your brothers shyly admit you could ride a horse better than us and saved a life when you were a Lifeguard at the Nephi Pool. You could swim great, even with handcuffs behind your back, but we won't tell which cop did that to you. Cotton Rosser appreciated how well you kept his motel room tidy, and started your high work ethics ironing for a local as the wife didn't know that trade. I will make the writing short, as I am trying to figure out how to fit photos here, and since your the Birthday gal who helps this brain dead brother with Scans and Computers, I couldn't ask you. Here goes. If the reader doesn't know who is who, they can ask on your Fakepage or YouTube.