TODAY WAS THE FUNERAL OF DEAN BAILEY, BORN AND STAYED A LOCAL GOOD MAN.

Dean Bailey was a son of gun, and a son of a Bishop. It was clear that Dean and his little brothers and sister would always stay on the straight and narrow, as his Daddy-Don Bailey was tough enough to take them all on at once, and the kids stayed pretty much on that fine line. Dean was a classmate of mine and the other close knit Class of 65. He was actually way older than me, however, as the Stork dropped me over the Jones Abode 32 days later. That was when many of the kids including Dean, had chores to do before and after school, and walked to and from school, as most kids did that on a routine basis. Dean must have more smarts that us lower IQ dumbbells', as he waited until many of his 100 school mates went off to college or to the front line of a foreign hell-hole called Nam. As soon as we were out of site, Dean started to sing to Ann Hall, and Heaven knows that Deano couldn't sing a lick like the Martin of Dean. Ann was a classmate, and she wasn't just beautiful, but smart too. I had to take a break to go through the 1965 Nebonian, and although Ann made an entry in my book, she and most of the kids didn't believe I could survive rolling down two flights of cement stairs like I did. That may be why Ann chose Dean as her one and only. I did have to say Hi to Ann on the way out, and told her I felt bad for what she had to endure, not only losing two of their kids, but being the caregiver to Dean. Funerals are not known for content and happiness, but as I sat near the last row of the filled chapel, I finally felt at home. Behind me were cousins Paula Garrett; Ilene Sanders; in front of me was war torn Glen Davis and his two sisters and to my left was Jimmy Ockey, and I pretended Ralph Murray was in his regular place on the back row so he could plug in the speaker system, but for some reason, the Bishop wasn't J. Ivan Tew; Donald Bailey or even Ralph Chase, but I could feel their presence and as all were 4th Warders, and when they may be called home, we all can care for Dean, so Ann can rest a bit as he is taken care of. I then gazed to my right and up near the top, I could sense my father-Alma Jones who was busy doing the stucco work, as that is what all 4th Warders did when that chapel was built. I mixed the mud while he plastered. Ann, Dean is well taken care of just like Perry did for you kids, and I felt comfort for your grandparents, as my father and me stuccoed their home. I felt more at my real home in the 4th Ward, as Nephi is not the Nephi we grew up in, and when we are called home to our real home, your folks & Dean will be there. That is not a bluff, although I have brain damage. Just the facts, Maam.

JAN.5 1979-THAT WAS ONE OF THE BEST DAYS IN MY LIFE.

I waited until I was 28 before I got hitched, and although that marriage may not have lasted for a record breaking time, we always remained friends, as we eventually had one more son, and I volunteered to raise them both. After working type vacations, we went to downtown Lehi(when it was a good rural area) and watched a movie titled "The Three Amigos". On the way home, we openly discussed how the three of us were such good friends, we referred to our gang as "The Three Amigos", and used that terminology a great deal, but none of us wore a Sombrero, but this Daddy would often act the part of an Ass! Both boys grew up and Justin seemed to be gifted with an athletic ability, and he and best friend Paul Hansen were the stars of Little League and older basketball teams. Justin Wm. excelled in all sports and was given an opportunity to join a Sand Volleyball League as the kid getting the "get away" ball. The older players were good for Justin, until ESPN came along and had to let him go as one of their advertisers was a beer, and so those summer events for Justin were terminated. Troy had a gift for fixing things and without any education in that area, he was able to tear apart a tiller and rebuild it. He had a gift for that and although he worked on cars, he couldn't find the correct nitch. Both boys got a high school degree, but it was a big school full of gangs, so they missed out the friendships of a Juab High of yesteryear. Justin made the schools Junior High Basketball team, and I thought he was the new John Stockton, but recognized that making it on a big city team is like many of our politicians, who do things the wrong way, and only do things for their own wealth. Justin was a hard worker and eventually worked his way up the ladder to assist in the process of a new robot computer system which could replace a damaged heart valve. When I moved back to my hometown of Nephi, a natural separation of Dad and his sons came in, and with one on one talks with them, I could feel their tension within. I had a career in law enforcement that tries to help, and suggested that both seek that route, but it appeared the counseling only drained my work savings, and I honestly felt a Judge could not openly see the real issues. Justin was hurting within and I could feel a gasket was about to blow. Neither of his two marriages seemed to mesh, and at 10;31 P. M. on August 21, 2017, he took his own life, and on a repeated occasion, like others who have kids on the wrong path, my heart bleeds. And today, I will attend a funeral of a classmate father who tragically lost two kids. When Troys big brother abruptly terminated life on earth, Troy began to have various issues and now wanders the streets with no names, in search for himself. Although I am a Sinner, I know that God hears every prayer, both spoken and unspoken. When my grandfathers clock stopped ticking and never to go again, that woke me up, as I felt a terrible force in the universe, but felt that JJ and God must have made the Final Agreement. Me and my sons loved Andrew Lloyd Webber's Phantom of the Opera Musical and Justin and I sold our Gold Wing motorcycle to fly to the City by the Bay and watch it. It's only fitting that I attached this writing! Although Justin is not with me, in a way he is and say Happy Heavenly Birthday Justin.

TODAY WAS THE FUNERAL OF SHANNON WHITE OF NEPHI, UTAH

Shannon White, once of downtown Monroe, Utah, quickly fit in just fine when his parents and the rest of the family arrived in Nephi, Utah in 1959. Shannon didn't have enough time to join his new hometown, as he graduated from South Sevier High School, and called up during the Viet Nam War, and stationed in Korea, which may still be one of the country's that has war's  we seem to still be fighting. As great leaders have come to know, regardless of your line of work, every job is a critical factor to a team working together. While in the U.S. Army, he was stationed in Korea, and trained to be a mechanic, and it seemed all along in his life, he could fix about anything. He got hooked up with Gayle Chamberlain who brought two kids into that marriage, and then they had two more to make it a nice and dandy happy home. When his parents moved to Nephi, it was of the begging from his friend-Steve Greenwood, who also was from Monroe, and bought into the Chevrolet Dealership near 7th North in Nephi, and when Whiz White joined Greenwoods, Shannon's younger brother-Hap, who was called  "Happy" because of his outgoing friendliness, became pals with Hal Jones- a next door neighbor to the Chevy dealership. And then another Jones boy become a great friend of Vard White, and they went on their JHS graduation trip to Idon'trecall, Nevada!  Steve Greenwood hired Hal to help with the Tire recapping Business, and Whiz White started selling the used cars for Steve, but always had their new Chey's in the showroom. Each time I spent time on the outside of my home, I could always count on Hap or Shannon to stop and chat as when they left the shop, they would take a turn around their work site. My mother needed a new roof on the 1886 Pioneer home on 7th, and she wanted Shannon White to do it, as he "is one I can trust". Each time I did a visit with Shannon, it was one of his outstanding internal gifts and that was his "duty to serve", and he did that with his all of his family, with his wife who needed constant care; to his country; his church; Lions Club; American Legion; his work with his brothers in "White Bros. Trailer's" and just a plain great guy. Although his death was tragic, his appearance in the Heavenly Clouds will be Bliss. Great Job On Earth Shannon!