IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD, DEC. 7TH WILL ALWAYS BE A SPECIAL DAY.

On Dec. 7th, 1941, the Japanese Empire showed they didn't like the United States, and directed Japan's military to bomb and destroy the United States, starting with hitting the US war ships that were setting ducks in Hawaii. While President FDR made his speech to Congress, the United States was given permission to retaliate against the Japanese, and in so doing, one of the leaders of the Japanese said something like "I am afraid that we have woke up a Sleeping Giant" and the US did things that made us all nervous. People that were living in America but with Japanese blood or DNA were rounded up and placed in prison like Compounds, and only history may tell us of the necessity of doing that. Eventually, we won the war against Hirohito as well as Hitler in Germany, but all of that is another story. To the Nephi Jones Family, Dec. 7th brings another Bomb Shell, and indications are he was one of the good guys who would be called to serve a 30 month mission to China, then to the Philippine's because of riots in downtown Kowloon Tong, then when he got home to rest, he was hit with a real live bomb with no time to sit under the cherry tree with a stick rolling in his mouth He was drafted into the Army to fight another battle in a place referred to as Viet Nam. Like his father before him, Hal Harris Jones became a skilled Medic who not only saved many life's of his own countrymen, but ended up having to kill enemy's who were the from South Viet Nam. He picked his buddies machine gun and killed them all. The enemy had previously fought the French and France should have been contacted , but State Department apparently failed, at least that is what I was told when I spent some time in Nam. While thousands of we the good guys were running around, the enemy was living in deep tunnels, and set up to be like gophers, coming up through tunnels to kill us. Hal could have been carrying 3 Purple Hearts, but refused them and only wanted to help all of his buddies as a medic, but several tines this quite young Nephite was hit while he was pulling his dead Medic partner, who was killed. Hal remains with PTSD or Shell Shock, so when we eat out, we have to put him in a corner so nobody touches him, and he still has the thoughts of killing others t save his buddies. To this day, he still wakes up to the bad things such as killing the enemy with his surgical scalpel, or picking up a machine gun to kill the enemy coming to kill him. Well, he made it back home, but went to work at Greenwoods retreading tires, then to college and received his papers to be a licensed helper, and spent many years at the Tooele Army Depot as well as doing part time work doing ecmas on folks, many of which had those dam dogs that would jump on him while he was trying to find a vein on the arm. Hal now carries a concealed weapon so I will say no more, other than he is a dam good man and wears wrist metals to remind him of the three men that were killed next to him. He just returned from the Rodeo Finals in Vegas and decided not to ride the Bull named "VC".

PHOTOS OF NEPHI JONES BOYS ON DEER HUNTS OF YESTERYEAR

In the past, Nephi and Juab County was the place to get your deer, then bottle it and keep for dinner throughout the Winter. That is not the case of today, as most deer we see-would be in the Zoo. Although the State Game Rangers would contest it, that just may deny that, as they don't get their funds from the State Legislators, but they keep increasing the cost of deer tags and they even give blind people the right to shoot a deer, as long as they have a Deer Tag and a co-partner to pull the trigger. In addition, they push for heavy penalties if you shoot a deer if they cross the road to get a deer in a premium hunt where the hunters and the State DWR gives thousands and thousand's to the land owner, and many years ago, one farmer showed me photo's of deer eating his corn and he would get a large check from the DWR. He said he makes more money that way instead of feeding corn to his cattle. Dishonest he was. Perhaps that is why many of the Fish Cops never did like me, as I was once was in the Capacity of a Administrative Law Judge and after traveling to the west desert where an adult hunter and his son inadvertently shot a monster deer and the Judge gave him a fine of thousands for restitution and sent him to prison. When I handled the case, I dropped the restitution and released the man from prison. It was then that I compared that on many of the dishonest Politician's I had to deal with in my 46 years. I also place blame on the people and business owners who speed fast in Nephi Canyon and the deer are killed by speeding cars. And at least one Developer is making plans to have more homes in the canyon, and that will cause more death and destruction when the deer come down for a drink in Nebo Creek. I have asked if the State; Juab and Sanpete County Sheriff" to put a muzzle on the speed and noise,  but it was like talking to a deer dead on the road, that couldn't understand the words of "Dam" and Hell. Jimmy Ockey Jr. has a rough time getting in and out of his home as to many people are using home in Sanpete- where the Governor has been promoting more homes to get drivers closer to their Utah County jobs. The south end of Nephi and the golf course used to be the winter feeding grounds for deer, but my co-horts at Nephi City were not going to upset the apple Cart. With all that said, the Jones Boys still go on the deer hunt, but don't buy licenses or even take guns. Years ago, it was the deer hunters that put pressure on Utah Legislators' to change the law in order to protect the Does. That saved the deer for awhile until Game Wardens changed the law to lower the shooting age of kids. Although that helped, we took a photo of a Dad with his kids gun and shot the deer. No, we didn't report him but we told the Fish and Game and he signed a note we could have it, as we did, and out Mother was happy to have more food to wrap and give to locals that loved it. Wish their were more of  the Erma Garretts; Clead Blackett and Irv Jarett around who loved Venison! Below should be some photos of those we legally shot deer in the past, and we forced the Fish and Game to not shoot Does and it was local hunters that pushed it through to the State Legislators. The photo clearly shows Weston Jones is in Dire Straits. He has been hunting deer with brothers; sister and sons and grandkids for 80 yeas or so, and never ever cleaned a deer, so the brothers forced him in to it.  A Fish Cop was coming up he road, and none of us would even tag the buck. After unloading a wheel barrow of Bullshit, Weston finally tagged and cleared it up. We later had to laugh when he went to his work buddies and bragged it was the biggest 8 pointer he ever shot. All together, we all shouted "Bullshit" as the Fish and Game guy came up and he thought we were joking when we asked him if he would gut it for the "Old Man". Another photo shows Weston's kids on top of the fruit cellar, and three Jones Boys shot the three bucks, all with handguns and each one was "Kinda by Pole". One photo is of Alma Jones and his four sons, who are now at the age of Dad, who died at 84, and each of his kids are no longer hunting as we the people have killed the deer off with shooting them or too many speeders who kill them on the many asphalt roads we have. Come and gaze at the wild beasts we have on God's green earth and go back to protecting their winter feeding grounds. We now know what our Ancient Ones were forced out of our area by we he Palefaces.

DALLIN HARRIS OAKS WILL BE THE NEXT PRESIDENT OF THE LDS CHURCH

At the next General Conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, members will be asked to raise their hand to make the Call from God to be His right hand man on earth. It doesn't really matter how many "Pain in the Butts" Stupidos vote against him, God is the one with all the Marbles, and it is only He that can alter things including knowing all things. I have a hard time figuring out my hand phone, let alone to hear a silent but well heard prayer from a soldier stuck in a Foxhole, or a man on the street that is not looking for a hand-out, but a Hand Up. I do know one thing for sure, Dallin Oaks will be one heck of a good teacher! And brother Hal can second that motion as he was there. Both Hal and I had more part-time jobs along with trying to be a full time Dads, but we would deliver furniture and other goods in the ZCMI Trucks that were often seen in Mormonville! That stood for Zions Cooperative Mercantile Institution. The Board of Directors were the Apostles of the Church, and a proper way to help fund those Church callings that were a full time ordeal. We were in the area of where the house was, but had no cell phones in those days and the Fire Chief didn't like us sending smoke signals to home base. And when on the Nephi City Council, I lead the fight against a Developer who wanted to name all the streets after his family. It was always a hard fight to explain simple things to "complicated" people, but swayed them over, as a new kid in town would eat the pizza before he was able to get it to the proper family. Back to the story. Hal was driving and I told him that he was on the right street and we got the right home in view. We were to deliver a Corner Curio or whatever they call it, and I knew somewhat about the name on the Traveling Document, so we waited until Oaks and his wife drove in. We put the Curio as directed by his first wife who died from Cancer. Once in place, I casually spoke his name out loud, and said, "Hey, Wait a Minute. You are the one that signed by Degree from a University down the road. He quickly jumped in and said he used to be the President of BYU. So I couldn't help it, I said something like " I had more than just an undergraduate degree and my brother there has been to college; served a 30 month LDS Mission and upfront kill zone in Nam" Oaks jumped like he had a burr under his saddle, and he said something like "Young man, every job in the world is an important part of the whole of all." He didn't stop there and kept it up. And by golly good gum drops, we both learned a valuable lesson from that, and I figured I am not going to admit that these two Jones Boys both worked jobs to help others, with Hal a forever and great Medic, and me in law enforcement. We joked about that incident coming back from Rodeo Finals in Vegas. My brother and I fish together, and last year he noticed a lady had fallen in rocks and Hal was going down to help. Hal knew his job and I did mine in trying to avoid racers driving like "A Bat Out Of Hell". I am sorry for that, but you all knew it had to come out. Hal knew it was not serious, but he took his work serious. So both Hal and I will take off our cowboy hats and honor President Oaks. And I also saw his work while he was on the Utah Supreme Court and was considered for the DC arena. God Knows Best, and saved the Best for Perhaps the Last. Tennessee Ernie Ford sang "Have Faith, Hope and Charity, That is the way to live successfully. Yup.

THE WRIGHT MORMON BOYS ARE IN VEGAS

You don't have to be a Mormon to be a Rodeo Champ, but it didn't hurt the Mormon Boxing Champs of West Jordan of yesteryear, The Nephi Jones Boys will be there cheering the Utah Boys on. If you are going to be there at the Arena, wear ear puffs as the noise is as bad there as the construction guys putting in the corners of Nephi Main Street; then jackhammer their mistakes again and again. Perhaps in their off Season the Beaver  County Wright Family can lay cement the right Way, or Maybe President Trump can make a visit and turn Nephi back into a horse and buggy town with no illegals or crime,                                                                      

                                                                 And a great kid from Goshen

TRIBUTE TO SADIE TOLLEY HARRIS ON HER 90TH BIRTHDAY

The place is Nephi, Utah, and it occured on Oct. 30, 1980. The text was written; typed and read by LaVon  Harris Jones, a sister-in-law to Sadie. It was on her 90th Birthday, and held at the home of Stella Harris Boswell. At the time, my father told me it was not necessary to tell all where the log cabin came from, but it was moved by a low-boy from Eureka when folks were leaving that West County area as they were under the wrong impression that all of the gold and silver had run out at about the time "No-Nose Maggie" was laid to rest there. I mixed the plaster while my Dad beautiful her log home. We wanted to get this part of family history together, so that Rachelle Harris Humble can put it all together in her book of the Harris Family, as those folks came to Juab County, like the Tolley and Jones Family with Mormon Pioneers. The copied pages are as is at;

LaVon Harris Jones of Nephi never retired, she just got Retreaded.

After both her parents died when LaVon Harris was young, she had already had work as a typist for an Insurance Co. then for A.E Smith, the County Agent. She was prepared to work as that is what her father-taught her to do. She dated but didn't get too serious until Alma Jones of East Nortonville came home from the Army. He was often called "Cash": as Coyn was his middle name, and seldom carried nothing more than a handkerchief and pepper in his pocket. But they were both itching for each other and by gum by golly, they got hitched and that Stork got busy, as it flew by about every 10 months or so. When the kids got to wear hand sewed clothes to school, LaVon went back to work, this time typing for the Utah Poultry, which was located just north of the Hobo Camp of Salt Creek. If you don't know where that used to be, then talk to some original Nephi folks, who used to take great food to those Vagabonds right after Church was out, or during the Ute Stampede. LaVon then became the Secretary to Clyde Child, who was the Juab School Supt, then for Ralph Menlove and Clark Newell. Her sons figured she only did that work to keep an eye on four young hoodlums as her kids! She then got retreaded at Steve Greenwoods Retreading Business, then went with VISTA, then Colonial Manor, then took a no paying job to send letters and a dollar to every kid in the military or on an LDS Mission. My guess is that God recognized that most exceedly. Now the rest of the story is how she was the Employee of the Month at the old Forrest Hotel, which became the new Nursing Home in Nephi. The reverse of that bulletin has different business' in town. If anyone can figure out where Fergs used to be, go there and as the winner, ask for their .17 cents per gallon of gasoline! Couldn't figure out how to turn photo, so you will just have to turn your eyes. Tis easier to do that then for me to try to fix it.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING. FOR SOME IT MAY NOT BE SO GLEEFUL

As the reader of this blog may have figured out-this writer of free scribbles' has a passion for History of any kind. The last chapter of History has not yet been written, and it may never happen, at least not yet. Thanksgiving is a term to describe whatever any individual or group of people choose it to be. As a kid growing up, a term I use sparily as some may suggest I may never ever Grow Up, and there is reason to believe that is not in my internal core. Like Robert Frost wrote in his poem about the Road Not Taken, I have often taken the road less traveled by-just to see what's over there. If the popular place to visit is Hawaii, then that is the only State of the Union I have never gone, nor do I wish to, at lease if I can stop it. Although my days or years on earth will eventually catch up with me, on this Thanksgiving Day, I have enjoyed the peace and solitude of sitting in front of the fireplace which not only gives me the heat from its glowing embers, but makes me want to give Thanks to God for all that which has happened  and gave to me. Most folks may want to be with their family, friends or just a big fat turkey, I like to pretend my fireplace is liken unto the one I grew up with on the same block as my father and his father before him. I would play around the stove with my Cowboys and Indian toys, which eventually had me wondering why we thought the Indians were the bad guys. It wasn't long until I got heavily involved in why I thought it was so special person to be a Cowboy, just like Randolph Scott, who to us kids, looked and acted liked Alma Jones, the father of the Nephi Jones Kids. He, like Randolph Scott was always the "Good Guy." I soon came to realize our thoughts may be related to where we grew up and what other people have infiltrated our brains to accept. Initially, I think the Nephi Jones Family gave Thanks to God above- the real creator of all of us and the things of the world to use as sparingly as possible, but for our own benefit. Later on in life, I soon was to study at least in thought, that if we were bad kids, our Mother who threaten to send us back to the Indians. At the time, the LDS Church was heavily involved in seeking out Indian(or the Native Ones) kids to place in homes so they could get a chance to have a good home to stay in and get proper schooling. It sounded good at the time, as we became good friends with many of them. Then when summer came, they would go back to what we used to call the "Reservation", but would return when the fall school Bell rang. I started a new sentence, as I had to go get more coffee as it is too early for my afternoon siesta, and I learned living with some "Ancient Ones" that naps are good any time the body tells us that. The Mayans or the kids of the Mayans would often come up to me and put their hands together and rest their heads on their hands.That Was My Sign! I also recognize that I can't type too long until the burning cedar logs were calling for other logs to join them in the hot coals. Besides, I don't like the narrator of the classical musical station I listen to, as she reminds me of a California Valley Girl, with mush for brains. And in between John Wayne movies, I fell asleep. Even in my own castle, I have to have earmuffs on to squash the obnoxious noise of vehicles up and down the streets and the jackhammers on Main Street, who for the third time, redoing the corners And I forgot what I was going to write about today, but it could be that throughout life on earth, we have one giant load of being Invaders. I traveled to one country where an interpreter told me of how the Spanish of Spain Invaded the Aztec's and killed men and took their women as wife types or concubines, and forced people to build churches or shrines, as long as they found gold to send back to their old countries. And American citizens are now realizing that we to have been invaded and financially raped by Invaders, but perhaps we did the same coming with Christopher the Columbus. Regardless, I do wish a happy feast of food for the belly and food for your thoughts.Traveling that off road may be better than the Freeways we(but not me) are accustomed to. And some of the folks that get on TV to have you send them money to help feed others, may, just may be your Scammer of Scum! Be careful out there. You just may have a human near you with an empty stomach living under a plastic bag. At least I know one!

IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN A "LAST RESPONDER", PERHAPS YOU SHOULD PREPARE

For many Americans, we no longer have the Boy Scouts of America, which Motto was "Be Prepared". During the time of the Cuban Crises in the early 1960's, and our dealing with 3 people who many thought were the "Cream of the Crude" of Presidents, or at least that is what I heard on the grape vine! During those times, we may have been a little too late in Being Prepared, but I sure was. I filled up two fifty gallons of rain, snow and drinkable water; TP and yes even a "One Holder". My neighbor didn't like the idea of having that "Crapper" by his home, but at my age, it was unclear what that rumblin down under was doing! And I loaded up on cases of Spam, as WW Two boys reports "that can kill ya", but one thing or another we will survive, then shake off these old curly skins and between in Heaven or Hell, or maybe somewhere in between. I hope we don't have to learn computers in the  next world, as I have been trying to re-write this blog for 12 straight times but the new protection or windows or bogger keeps messing what I put down, so here goes. If a storm comes flooding, my new home is built up about two feet off the ground so it is just sitting on a pad of concrete. And I have a fireplace and a pasture where I grow trees, then chop them up for wood, and a couple years Nephi City didn't protect their citizens and a fire up Payson canyon made it so we had to turn off the gas for the furnace. That was perfect as I got Moms cooking pot out and cooked on that, then heated water on the stove for my shower. Then if things get so we are over taken by the so called leaders of Anti-Americans, I have access to plenty of ammo and guns. I even have a "Crapper", but my neighbor doesn't like it next to his home. My brother Hal was a front line Medic during Vietnam and is very proficient when we went fishing. I was in a hurry to get down the gravel incline and went down and scalhipping me. The old head has a lot of blood and he put bandage over it. A couple drove by and slowed down to see if I was okay. I was a little peeved so I hollered" You better get the Hell out of here before he comes after you. Well, it worked and he and Doctor Andy Oldroyd put several sutures in while Doc Jones was removing the pebble looking marbles under the scalp, So he was prepared too. And my last responder refers to the ambulance drivers; Doctors and other staff who help us all gets older and bones rattle and roll the older we are. The last Responder is seldom talked or wrote about but is important, They get you in the car or ambulance to prepare the way. Please don't stop and gawk. None of us hang around earth life too long, so make it slow on your destination. I have my headstone in pre paid for it.Put your funeral together so your kids don't have to sweat it out. This whole written processes keeping changing colors under some lines but not all, and no I am not smoking mushrooms.

TWO PLUS TWO EQUALS ONE

Two plus two equals One, but don't tell my grade school teacher. I will attempt an explanation. As our posts of a third million folks demonstrate my love for history, and so many inquires of who my ancestors are. Well, fundamentally I think I must have been naping when God created us in that Department, so if Racelle Humble gets her book written on the Nephi Harris Family, maybe she can take on the Jones folks. Now where was I. The first page should show the Pedigree chart of my paternal father, then the second item is the Pedigree photo of the William Jones Family. You may have to stretch them out to read, but don't use Elmers, as it didn't work for me. and yes, I still have my grandmothers reading glasses. 

ONE MORE HERO FOR ANYBODY WHO KNEW-CORRINE GARRETT OF NEPHI, UTAH

On the level of a sitting President of the United States, most citizens were shocked that President Franklin D. Roosevelt came down with a case of Polio which was unknown to most of us Americans. He came down with it in 1921 at age 39. He was on vacation in Canada, and those attending to him thought it was just the flu, but they determined it to be Polio. He successfully served an unprecedented 4 terms as President, and although it was a crippling disease which made it impossible to walk without assistance. Even then, many people in the know, maintain the Polio was liken similar to a bottle of raw milk- after you shake the bottle, once it is settled the cream always rises to the top, just like Corrine did. Dr. Jonas Salk discovered the vaccine in 1955 and needless to say it was better than the "vaccine" related to the Chinese Virus and most of us kids did a forced march to get the shot, but that was a different era when folks spoke more truths. That is the foundation for our story about Corrine Garrett, our wonder child of Nephi, who was hit with Polio. Though it crippled her, she was about as strong as FDR and rather than tell her life story of personal strength, we attempted to attach a letter containing the words of Ilene Sanders, a next door niece of Corrine, which was typed and read by Linda, a sister to Ilene. We do so that this as it is the life and times of both Corrine Garrett and Eileen Sanders, both of which have now lost all the kids of Rob & Erma Jones Garrett and the children of Glade and Lucy Sanders, with Ilene lost as she is trying to help others in need when it should be her to receive help.This writer is certainly doesn't know how these DAM (yes Corrine, I said it)computers work, but for sure they make things worse when they constantly change things, nor does this author know the ways and means of how God works, but for Corrine and then for Ilene Sander's, both should feel a crown of glory awaits her when she and all of us awaits the rewards of living a life of  kindness or "burnt offerings"! 

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