ROBERT PIXTON GARRETT-GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN

The other day we wrote the obit program for Lucy Garrett Sanders, and after we did we bumped another obit on the father of Lucy-Rob Garrett. That surprised me as I had a large binder full of various obituaries from the late 1800's, some of which had been kept by my pioneer forefathers. Back in the early days, they often put the death notices on black cardboard with golden letters. I gave that binder to Mike Anderson of the Goff & Anderson Funeral Homes, as many of those people were in the professional but personal hands of the Anderson family from ions ago. I always called him "Uncle Rob" as he married Erma Jones, who was an older sister to my Dad-Alma Jones. I had great admiration for both Rob and Erma and perhaps that is why I always referred to them as "My" Uncle and Aunt. As kids, us Jones Boys would often have our dad drop us off at Burraston Ponds to catch fish or more fun to use a home made spear(with the help of Dean Shaw) and go after the carp in the outlet to take water to Mona Reservoir. On the trek back home to Nephi, we would pick up pop bottles to cash in at the "Serv", so we could buy the candy bars or the "Starks" candy as they lasted longer. We didn't always pick up the beer bottles as we had to take them over to the IGA and that was extra walking with a gunny sack full of pop bottles and the Serv paid two cents as the IGA only gave us a penny. But like they say a "penny saved is a........well not much"! Both my brother-Hal and I remember the day Uncle Rob died at age 91, on Sept.6, 1978, as our Dad was taking us up near Dad & Sons, as we were going to hike Mt. Nebo. Dad waited until we got our gear out and Dad told us about Uncle Rob and his last goodbye and yet his "Welcome" to the great beyond. I have it written down somewhere, but as nearly as I recall, he was taken to the LDS hospital in Salt Lake, and that was at a time when travelling was much easier and safer on old Highway 91. It seemed like two of the daughters walked down the hospital hall for a break(or according to Aunt Erma, she would often say, I have to go water the horses), when they were met by a nurse who told them that Rob had passed. Then the nurse asked who "Jim" was, and it seemed like that was the name of Rob's Dad, who was in the room to greet Rob! It was a sad time to hike, but we felt how positive it was for such a very deep and religious man. I remember my Dad saying something about Rob was much like the LDS Apostles of the time when Jesus walked the earth and some could speak in "Tongues" as did Rob. In his early days, Rob spent a lot of time herding sheep, and when he got back to the sheep wagon, he spent a lot of time reading LDS Scripture and as such, he knew well what a good horse would do as well as a good sheep dog. He served so many people throughout the Nephi area, including being on the Nephi City Council, as did his son(Joe); grandson(Bob), and a 'simi- retropbate grand nephew! And Uncle Rob was a mellow, easy going man, and that just may be why he got saved by the two robbers' then held him up at the Serv, but let him out on "Death Strip" with out being hurt and the two Desperado's were caught by Millard County folks.

THIS IS THE FUNERAL PROGRAM OF LUCY GARRETT SANDERS

Although both Glade and Lucy Sanders caught the Heavenly Elevator to the great beyond, it only seem fitting that we show the program of Lucy, as that was the one that fell in front of me, causing me the motive to place it for all before the time that I find myself on what just may be a fast or slow train to Domesville! When their kids departed it seemed like God called them all home, except for Ilene, who has the Sanders home to herself and "Stands All Amazed" when she felt like singing that-not for the Choir, but for the $500.00 Utility Bill she received from Nephi City! At least my sister-Jaynette keeps an eye on her, and she has nieces and others who make sure she is okay.

POSTCARDS TO AND FROM HOME

While we looking for something from the various binders we have, three Postcards from the past fell out in front of me. The first one we previously wrote about, which was from Bish Belliston to our father-Alma Jones. The second one is dated in 1941 from Louise to Mrs. Elizabeth Jones on North Main in Nephi. I am not a hundred percent sure, but the last name could be the name of Broadhead, as I know that our family is related, so  take a look and send your thoughts. The third postcard is from downtown Benjamin, Utah to Mr. and Mrs Wm Jones, with no address other than in Nephi, Utah. When it was sent on Dec. 22, 1934 was a time when we didn't need a zip code or even an exact address as our postal people knew where everybody lived or dwelled. That last post card shows it is from Alma, Ruth and family. I remember going through a herd of photos about forty years ago, seeing if my Dad recognized who they were.  Alma Jones said that Ruth was a half-sister to Elizabeth Tolley Jones. That was during a time when Brigham the Young said more than one wife was okay. That was back then, so good thing the LDS received a message from the Heavens or a lot of women sending letters saying "Hell No". Smile while you read. 

TODAY WE WRITE ABOUT "BISH" BELLISTON OF NORTONVILLE

When we are young, it appears we can be mean at times. Some of us get over that, and develop the Christlike attributes' of respecting all people of the earth. So this apology comes late, but wanted to write it to somehow make it up to him and his family. My father is Alma C. Jones, who was born and raised in Nortonville, Utah, then later moved in with his mother and father and cooked for them at their Nephi home on the corner of 7th North and Main. However, his mother died, and her husband-Wm was invited to stay with his daughter and her husband-Erma and Rob Garrett. Will Jones passed away just before this writer was born and proud to carry his name as my middle name. In  the Depression Era of America, farmers were hit as hard as the big city folks didn't have the property to have gardens and cattle. Wm and Liz appeared to be allergic to hoarding money, as they gave their money and food to others in dire need. I found that concept trickled down to my father, who was a mason and plaster expert who learned his trade from the honest man that built Nephi High School on Main Street that is now the Juab  County Complex. That school was guaranteed to last a hundred years, but that was surpassed, but local officials didn't want to celebrate it. As a kid, I remember helping mix the "mud" in a wheelbarrow or a long mixing trough for my Dad. He would often do touch up jobs, like what he did on the foundation for Zora Booth who lived on the corner of 8th North and second East. My dad fixed it and charged her only five dollars. Zora was tickled pink. After we left, my Dad pulled over and gave me the five dollars for helping to mix the mud and do touch up. I told my Dad Thanks, as that would make a down payment on a lawnmower I was going to buy from Ross Garrett at the Utah Poultry. But I asked my Dad why he didn't charge her more as the bag of cement cost more than I received and Alma didn't get a plug nickel. In a kindly fashion, my father of fathers gently explained that Zora was less fortunate and she just couldn't afford it, and that if we didn't fix the concrete stairs, she could fall and really get hurt. I learned much from that small but great reasoning and found out his father was the same way, who had lost two sons and his wife was pregnant with who would be Vic Jones. Even with all of that, he accepted a mission call from the Prophet of the LDS Church. He and Liz prayed about it, and they received their answer. They would sell part of the farm below their log home in Nortonville, and ask the relatives and good neighbors in Nortonville to take care of the farm. I felt blessed to have been called on a mission where my grandfather went and for some miracle beyond my senses, people had seem to be waiting for another Jones to appear. Now I have explained my foundation and now the rest of the story. Leland Belliston purchased the lower part of the farm, and it was me and the other Jones brothers that would hitch a ride out and pull the Rye from the grain. Leland was his real name but most folks just called him "Bish". Now the apology! When I became a teenager, like others of that age, our brains were not in sink with the Souls deep within all that was given to us by God. Bish had a large car, but he was a very slow driver, and we mistakenly called him "Hazard", as all young whipper snappers' drove like a bat out of hell, and only now that I am old do I see and hear that. When we picked Rye for Bish, I started to see what a great man he was and would make sure we kept liquidized. It wasn't until he sent letters to my Dad saying how much he enjoyed their friendship and how much he didn't want to have to live with his sons up north, as he enjoyed driving around the Nephi area and up the canyon to see the fall leaves. Well Bish, you can enjoy the beauty of the heavens above, as their is beauty beyond belief. And I remember your friend Alma telling us kids that you were the star of the high school basketball team, and the fastest player on the Court. So I for one, feel sorrow to have called you a Hazard driver, as the young dumb drivers call me the same now a days.

IT'S CHRISTMAS, 1996

 Dear Weston, Hal, Gary and Jaynette                                                   Dec. 25, 1995

I thought this may be a great time to send my Christmas cards, as I ran out of the 10 cent stamps. The good thing was that there were no lines at the Post Office; no fighting the lines in the store; no dodging Salt Lake Traffic, and no good football on TV, and it seemed like yesterday I was cheering for Y.A Tittle, the greatest Quarterback their would ever be. I will try to decipher some of the information I heard on the gossip line. Our younger brother-Gary B. is alive and well. He has been living out of a suitcase, but may have finally settled down(for a little while) living on Yellow Stone Rd. in Fairbanks, Alaska, and no, it is not called that because of all the gold that ain't there anymore, but "creature's" in the night. He said me may not be down for Dad's Birthday, but will try to make it for the Alma Jones Trek in March, 1996. If everybody is in an agreement, I will lead you down to Cedar City and that area for the weekend. Those who are traveling to Nephi, we could stay the first night in the Bates motel here in Nephi on the first friday in March, 1996. No, Judge Robertson isn't running anymore, so it has dropped a few levels, but we can fit about 6 family members to a room, with one bathroom, but just east of it, they still have a two holer John, so bring your own bug spray; TP and nosepin, unless you want to catch a death disease. The next day, we need to get up as early as John Wayne did in the big screen, as Weston sat with him on a plane to the Philippine's to make a movie about Viet Nam, and got to "get rolling as daylight is burning". We can choose what we want to do, but if you leave it up to me(by dam you better), we will stop at Cedar to gas up and eat those left over Spam and eggs you had for supper last night. Then we will pick up my buddy-Bill Loader and take a tour of the Iron Mission State Park, where they loaded the iron ore and shipped  up to Ironton on the old road to Salt Lake. As I do part time work at Antelope Island, I have a group pass to take as many people as I want through any State Park in Utah.We will then go west young man, and stop at the Parowan Gap, which is where the Native Indians (Fremonts) would write their history on the giant cliffs there. I am only an artificial Archeologist, so I have contacted a friend that lives in Parowan,who will tell us all about the truth of what the "Ancient Ones" did there. I was able to figure out some of the circles and "horses with ears", but he will tell you the truth that they are deer. And remember he is a good guy, so Kami, keep Brayden from asking him if they are just Jackasses of a thousand years ago!  We will then cut across to the south and find a road to where an Indian Massacre occurred during the early days of the LDS Church. Most of the ground around where the large sign showing it is sacred area is owned by my friend, so we can do some digging to see if we find sione if the implements of the wagon train that was heading from Salt Lake to Santa Clara, which was the Southern Home of Brigham the Young. If we find a bone of any kind, we must leave in there and figure out who is offer a prayer for those that were slaughtered and by whom.The truthful thing is that a herd of bad guys were coming up from the South, and one of the Apostles was Parley P. Pratt, and they yelled at the LDS wagon train saying they are the gun slingers that killed Parley Pratt, then strung him up. Them Mormons sent a fast horse to Salt Lake saying "should we defend ourselves or what?" Brother Brigham Young didn't get the message and so the facts may be that the Mormons sought the help of local Indians and the Pale Faces ;painted up and killed most of the adults on the Mormon Wagon Train, To me and to Bill Loader, we made up our own minds after we did a lot of research there, and found where John D, Lee took the blame and shot while sitting, then the family re-buried him in Panguitch. I think I am out of space so stay tuned to the Nortonville Gazette for the next edition whenever it strikes me.

                                                Kent, son of Alma, from the land of Nephi

                                                                       Parowan Gap

HAPPY HEAVENLY BIRTHDAY-ALMA COYN JONES OF NORTONVILLE, UTAH

Pretend it is March 10, 1903 and Nortonville, Utah is a busy place this time of year. Shires and other Plug horses are busy getting the fertile fields ready for planting. In those days, their was in fact plenty of water under the ground, but it went dry for all inhabitants when an outsider came to town after he found out how he could dig a well a lot deeper than regular farmers, and needless to say, he wasn't one of the Jones/Tolley/Ingram or others that settled with the pioneers, but the only ones that say their is plenty of water under Juab County, just may be Politicians, or so I have been told. Wm. Jones, who died just before I was born, was a great man, who temporarily gave up farming there, and went on an LDS Mission to the British Isles, leaving his brother-Ed Jones and a pregnant wife-Liz Tolley Jones, to take care of the farm and the church, and they did good from what I can tell from all the journals I have read. I know that I can never live up to my grandfather, who would often say  "If you can't say anything good about somebody, then don't say anything at all". As I spent 46 years listening to DAM politician's just for the love of money for themselves rather than the taxpayer...... I better find that bar of soap my mother left me for cursing. I will go back to praying, as our Heavenly Father can do more Kick Ass than I can, but I just may pray for that great President Trump, who in my mind, is one of the top leaders we American's have ever had, and proud to say I was a true American that voted for him each time he ran, and saved the letter he sent back the first time, but I knew some folks I worked with that were angry of that. Anyway, thanks Dad for going after LaVon Harris and together, you both knew how to work hard; cook great, and taught us how to play while we were working. That was back then, and  Nephi will never ever be the same. Don't worry Mom, I will repent........ next week, or maybe April 1st ???? And while we you are planting spiritual sugar cane in the clouds, thanks for praying that your three Viet Nam Era Sons came home, while me and Jaynette were racing each other on the barrel racing. Rheta, Alene, Maple and Don Sperry voted our little sister as the real winner and now she has a bedroom all to herself when her brothers were away traveling the world fighting for freedom.

ALMA C. JONES FAMILY TREK OF 2000

On or about the birthday of Alma Jones of Nortonville, Utah, his family kids would often take a trip of a day or two regarding where any of us traveled to or from, including ones that his father-Wm. Jones took railroad supplies to Pioche, Utah Territory that is now in Nevada. In Pioneer times, the railroad only came to the area by Dr. Steele Ranch, so Mule Skinners like Ed and Wm. Jones would take supplies to Caliente and Pioche, which in those days  were settled as Mormon towns. After "Cash" Jones passed away in 1984, his five kids and their kids would keep up the habit of travel on old dirt roads if we could find them and learn history the fun way. If we did this the write way or even the wrong way, you will

have to figure it out. Sorry, don't know how to make this attached whatmacall it bigger to read.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR TROY COYN JONES OF NEPHI, UTAH

HE DOESN'T HAVE A COMPUTER OR A PHONE; NOT EVEN A CAR, BUT HAS A FAMILY THAT LOVES HIM VERY MUCH. AFTER HIS HERO AND BROTHER TOOK HIS OWN LIFE FOR MISSING ONE ALCOHOL CLASS AND THE WEST JORDAN J.P WOULDN'T LET HIM GO TO THE BATHROOM TO CLEAN UP OR HE WOULD KILL HIMSELF. HE DID.TROY'S PAIN WAS MORE THAN HE COULD BARE, AND ALL OF THE COUNSELING MONEY'S DRAINED ME DRY, TROY'S  ANGER ROSE TO A LEVEL AGAINST POLICE, WHO  OFTEN APPEARED TO ENJOY SENDING THEIR K-9 UNITS TO TEAR OPEN HIS ARMS AND LEGS AND REFUSED TO RETURN HIS CLOTHES AND FOOD VOUCHERS. I WAS AT WIT'S END. I WASN'T SURE IF TROY'S ANGER WAS DIRECTED AT THE POLICE OR AT ME FOR MY 42 YEARS OF SERVICE  IN LAW ENFORCEMENT. YESTERDAY WAS FRIDAY THE 13TH, SO WE STOPPED OUR VEHICLE AND GAVE HIM A HUG AND TOLD HIM WE LOVED HIM AND BOUGHT SOME CLOTHES AND FOOD, BUT REPORTS THAT THE FOOD STAMPS OR THE CARD ARE STOLEN BY FEDERAL OFFICIALS. AFTER 20 YEARS OF THIS REPEATED STORY, I GAVE UP ON CONTINUED LOVE BUT GIVING COMMON SENSE INFORMATION. HOWEVER, WE BOTH AGREED THAT JAIL TIME IS BEST, BUT OFFICERS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO KEEP HIM PENNED UP AND AGAINST THE JAIL COMMANDER. I HOPE AND PRAY FOR HIM. GOOD AND BAD GUYS WANT TO KILL HIM.

                                               

                           WE TURNED HIM LOOSE IN WEST SALT LAKE COUNTY. 

HERE IS A PHOTO OF THE FOUR NEPHI JONES BOYS FR0M 1994

OUR MOTHER -LAVON HARRIS JONES WAS GIVEN NOTICE BY AN ACCLAIMED DOCTOR WHO NEW EVERYTHING ABOUT CANCER. ALTHOUGH SHE HAD CANCER OF THE COLON, WE THOUGHT ALL OF IT WAS REMOVED 7 YEARS BEFORE. BUT SOMETIMES THOSE LITTLE DEATH CELLS HIDE AS HERS DID. ALL OF THE GRANDKIDS AND GARY STAYED WITH HER NIGHT AND DAY, AND THE THREE BOYS' HUNTED DEER, BUT ONLY SORT OF, AS WE WANTED TO BE CLOSE TO THE FAMILY HOME WHICH WAS BUILT IN 1885. IT HAD 5 ENTRY WAYS AND SO DIVIDED FOR FOUR FAMILY RELATIONS TO LIVE THERE, WITH THE WEST DOOR ON THE PORCH AS A FAMILY ROOM, THEN ONE ON THE LEFT WHICH MY DAD AND I ADDED ON FOR A WALK IN CLOSET FOR MORE CLOTHS. THE MOTHER OF ALMA JONES DIED THERE, AS WELL AS ALMA AND LAVON, AND OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS. OUR FAMILY VOTED AGAINST GAS COMING IN, AS IT IS AS LOT CHEAPER, AND FOR FAMILIES THAT WANT GOOD HEAT, THEY KNOW WHERE TO COME FOR A GOOD WOOD FIRE.WOOD FIRES KEPT US CLEAN PROVIDING HEAT FOR THE BATHTUB AND WOOD HANGERS IN THE WINTER AND ALWAYS GREAT HOT BREAD ON TUESDAYS, WHICH MADE US ALL RUN HOME FROM SCHOOL ON TUESDAYS, AS THAT WAS BREAD AND ROLL COOKING DAY.          .

NOW BACK TO THE FOUR BOYS. I BELIEVE THAT PHOTO WAS TAKEN IN 1994 DURING THE DEER HUNT. IT APPEARS ALL HAVE MUSTACHES EXCEPT HAL.HE WAS NOT USED TO THOSE THINGS ON THE FRONT OF A KILL ZONE, LIKE HE WAS IN VIET NAM, HE NEEDED THAT SPACE AGAINST AGENT AGENT ORANGE OR TO STOP INFECTION TO THE WOUNDED. WE DO KNOW THAT HE MAY HAVE A BAD LEFT SHOUDER AS HE IS HOLDING HIMSELF UP AS MAY THE OTHER GUYS,  ALL OF THEM LOOK LIKE THEY GOT THEIR THUMBS IN THEIR POCKETS. AND STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT WES IS HIDING BEHIND HIS BACK WITH HIS LEFT HAND! I ALSO NOTE THAT GARY IS THE TALLEST AND KENT IS THE SHORTEST BUT BY DAM HE HAS THE BIGGEST GIRTH. WE ALL LOOK QUITE GRUMPY, AS OUR GOODLY MOTHER WAS ABOUT TO TAKE THE WARP SPEED ELEVATOR  AND AT TIMES EACH OF US FEEL HER NEARBY. NOW TRY TO FIGURE OUT WHICH NEPHI MOTEL WE WERE IN. GARY HAD A LONG TRIP FROM ALASKA BRINGING IN A HALF TON OF SALMON AND HALIBUT TO THE NEEDY. AND WE GOT THEM DELIVERED AND IT MADE OUR MOTHER HAPPY.

4-H ACHIEVEMENT NIGHT IN NEPHI DURING 1969

SORRY WE COULDN'T GET THIS BIGGER BUT THEY DON'T PROVIDE "BY LARGE BLACK PRINTERS ANYMORE, ESPECIALLY TO US LITTLE GUYS"

 

THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A FUNNY CARD, TIL IT COMES TO YOU

This is supposed to be a funny birthday card, but if it to a family antique, it took my faded memory back to the time when I was trying to teach my nephew how to pull weeds, just like Alice P. McCune taught me in the 1950's. I hated cleaning her beautiful rose garden, as it was irrigation water which had a lot of weeds in the furrows. I had respect for her though, as she was a woman before her time, writing the first book about Juab County when she was in her 90's, and interviewed many of the people in the book, including my Grandfather-will, so her facts were good. But those dan......g roses had gigantic thorns on them, and this poor, frail 10 year no-account was soon taught by example! She was in a long beautiful dress, and pretty enough to come to my funeral, as I feared that! She got on her knees with no gloves and short sleeves on her dress, and pulled the weeds, and not a whimper from her while her arms were bleeding worse that when Joe Garrett came across the street to help me "cut" our Weiner pigs. And when she did a row, she calmly stood up, handed me the small shovel, and just matter of fact said "that's how you take care of the weeds" and I stood "All Amazed" as it was beautiful and I lived to tell of that true tale. So to my nephew-Jarett, he should dam well know that his birthday is long before this old geezer and besides he recently became the father of a real "Beautiful Baby Girl" and it is he should be saying happy fatherhood to himself. And another thing dam it.....I wouldn't have to pick my nose if those dam kids by the cemetery wouldn't throw rocks at me, one hitting my ear, and pushed the dam hearing aid in my nose. And by the way I wouldn't have to drink beer if they would quit reducing my Social Security money as I payed into it since childhood... And I don't pass gas, it is that dam dog, or is it the horse that Tyson Garrett tied to my door. And yea, I do have leaky pipes. One of these days I will get in door plumbing and buy real toilet paper instead of Saran Wrap! Happy Trails.

NEPHI JONES BOYS WAITING FOR THEIR NEW BROTHER OR SISTER BETTING WITH MARBLES

These four Nephi Jones boys were told by their neighbor's who were great people of the Nephi Sperry clan consisting of Don Sperry; Bobe Sperry; and sisters of Rheta Sperry; Mable Sperry and Aleane Sperry Pace. After Aleane divorced she went back to being a grade school teacher. One of them asked us to be more quiet when (as boys are) they told us that their brother-Bobe was in the process of dying. We were all shocked as we didn't know much about death, as we thought that only happened to the chickens we helped cut their heads off, then cleaned them in boiling hot water in fifty gallon tanks, then pulled the feathers off as well as correctly gutting them. We always kept the gizzards, but that wasn't my cup of tea, or the neck. I couldn't "swallow" those! We let Gary be our Supervisor as he was good at that and the daughter of Uncle Hy Tolley(Ruth) would pick up Gary, and both would do the same sort of thing at the Moroni Turkey yard, but the the local folks were "let go" when the illegal's were invited in as were their Anchor babies, and put a lot of the local people out of work.We would then clean out the barrels and stand on the top and step behind us and see who the winner was. Anyhow our Dad came home and told us he had been watching a large bird flying by and landed on the top of the Juab County Hospital. Dad was like Uncle Hy, so we thought he was serious, but Weston smirked, so we thought something fishy about it all, as babies are supposed to be brought in by way of Storks. Before long, Alma Coyn Jones fessed up and asked if we all wanted to go up and through the window, we could view our new sister. How could that be, as what in the world would we do with a sister, as a girl couldn't ride a horse or haul hay and worst of all, couldn't shoot a gun. Well it wasn't long she wasn't going to take a lot Bull from the older boys, and she didn't want a girl doll nor anything like that. She wanted to play Cowboys and Indians with us, and she did, and when she got a horse, it was the greatest gift ever and figured out how to go around the barrels, and that horse knew how to do it. I told her she just needed to hang on, and by golly, she placed in the rodeo in Lemington, and she bought her own saddle by cleaning house for Doc P.L. Jones. She was then accepted by her brat brothers, and she now is the caretakers for us old dudes and likes helping anybody she can. Now we know her better, and she was a great help to her kids, grandkids and those that needed help, she is spot on. Your big brothers love you.

HERE ARE 4 PHOTO'S OF NEPHI JONES BOYS; TWO OF WHICH HAVE ROSE TO HIGHER LEVELS

 THIS ABOVE PHOTO IS OF ALMA COYN JONES JUST BEFORE HE ENTERED WW 
TWO AS AN ARMY MEDIC, BUT EXHANGED LETTERS WITH HIS WIFE TO BE.

THE SECOND PHOTO IS OF KENT WM. JONES WHEN HE WAS ABOUT A YEAR OLD AND THAT SMILE COULD BE A HINT WHY HE GOT KICKED OUT OF KINDERGARTEN, BUT LATER GOT BACK IN AFTER MUCH ADO ABOUT AN ESCAPED FROG THAT SOMEHOW GOT NEAR THE FACE OF A CLASSMATE WHICH NEARLY WOKE THE SCREAMING TEACHER AWAKE!

THE  PHOTO BELOW IS OF JUSTIN AND HIS LITTLE BROTHER TROY COYN JONES WHO STUMBLED WHEN HIS HERO;BROTHER AND BEST FRIEND-JUSTIN DIED. TROY IS TRYING TO STAND BACK UP, BUT RESISTS THE CHANGE. WE HOPE THE BEST FOR HIS  BIRTHDAY, EVEN THOUGH IT WILL BE NEXT MONTH ON FRIDAY THE 13TH, AND BE 45.

THE OLDERTOE HEAD SON IS THE KID ON THE LEFT IS JUSTIN AND TROY ON THE RIGHT AND WE PRAY TROY WILL STAY ON THE RIGHT PATH. AT AGE 38,JUSTIN WM. JONES  HAS TOOK HIS OWN MEASURES TO JOIN HIS GRANDPA ALMA-COYN JONES WHO SITS ON THE JONES HOME PORCH SINCE 1885 AS WELL AS THE GREAT CHAIRS.

                                             

                                        

I WAS A FEW DAYS LATE, BUT TOOK MY SISTER TO LUNCH YESTERDAY

I had a battle with the Flu for the past two weeks, so I took my best sister to lunch yesterday, and like we were taught as youngster's, we ate everything we piled on two separate helpings at an all you can eat at a buffet yesterday, and she let me choose which buffet I chose. We didn't have to show our old age to the cashier, for one reason  or another we looked old far beyond the minimum age level. The great thing, we didn't have to listen to the screaming kids and cleaned the plates clean, and the food tasted almost as good as Moms cooking. When I got home I fell fast asleep and great food has a way of us feel at home. I  not sure if Heaven, if we make it there- have the great food that only a Mom can make from scratch as Heavenly food may not quite be as good as earth food, but it all tasted so good, I fell asleep fast and it was only five at evening tide. It made me think of us kids waiting for the Amen after the blessing of the food, then it was a friendly battle for the food. What we didn't went to our dog "Nick" then the rest to our pigs sprinkled with grain on the leftovers and the feeder waddled out to the dog and pig pen and humans and animals smiled. Funny how our dog and horse were like a member of the family and no, we didn't take our horse to the stores. It was our comfort pal, but not about to bring them in the house or let them bark or cause issues with good neighbors.

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!