THIS IS IRIS HEMENWAY, ONCE OF DETROIT, THEN FLED THE RIOTS FOR UTAH

Iris was a single mother of three girls, which she raised right, as a great mother. Because of my Brain Fog, which was a result-not because of the Chinese Virus, but due to the "One shot Vaccine".  As a Nephi City Official, we were forced or "pushed into taking the Vaccine "to protect the citizens. That big push was made by the "Health" official of the Six County Government" that controlled funding from the Federal Government for the smaller government officials in south Central Utah. As I sat through that meeting of long ago, I got the impression from the Health official that us local folks didn't have enough sense to judge for ourselves, but to take the word of a lone Health official in DC, and not those of us who grew up with "good horse sense". Nevertheless, our Nephi City Attorney later informed us that if we didn't go along with that directive, which included the Utah Government, and other Political Elected and Selected Leaders, we could all be held liable for not following "healthy" advice. I had one of those internal "Guardian Angel" inclinations not to take the shot, as it was pure poison invented to kill us all in these the last days, so I held off. It could have been a push from those beyond who often veered me away from evil, as I remember one family lady said the best way to get rid of a cold or flu was to open a bedroom window or my father who always say "go outside and feed the horse" and the stroll up and back from the barn must have gave me the fresh air I needed as my cold or gut ache seemed to magically disappear. I held off getting the Vaccine until I was asked to go to the local Hospital to pick up a friend who just got over the "Chinese Flu". I was told that the Hospital staff had security at the door to forbid entry without showing that I had the Vaccine. I then listened to others who said the shot was invented by a Doctor from America, who went to China to have it made there, then convince free world leaders to take it to help with the downfall of America. Well, I decided to drive up North and take my chances, at a big box store, then returned and got the friend out of the back door, but I was surrounded by two tough nurses, and two Security guys I respected. I got my friend out and went home to work outside and pull weeds. My internal thoughts were right, I tripped over the hose and fell three times on the cement drive way. Each time I fell, I lost a lot blood and had a severe headache. I knew it was a Subdural Hematoma, and to get inside and stay awake when the sun came up and called my near by sister and she wondered what all the blood was from and I gave her a medical description. The ambulance came and off we went to my second home in an emergency room. Although I was partially dead, I could hear the phone call, and the U of U. told the E.R. Doc to ask what Vaccine Shot I had taken. When I heard the brain Doc say that, he said get your helicopter ready as that sounds like we are getting Victim #5. But 2 Doctors worked on me, as well as a most Excellent Nurse who knew what I was going through, and helped guide the Doc's to drain the brain blood. That is the long story or foundation for the gal in the photo. Before the above story, I had worked as a Law Enforcement Officer in Utah, then in the Criminal Justice System, and asked to be a Correspondence Constituent for the Governor's Office. I wasn't overly trained in legal rules but was a Constitutional Wanna-be and that got be hired through and worked with four different Utah Governors, with only one who liked me. The others thought I was being too honest in my letters back to other Governors or Legal-Bengal's. They thought I had "too much" good horse sense but the elected folks signed the letters. With one of the Governors many appointed people, and he had appointed a woman who was the daughter of Iris Hemenway, as noted above. Iris was 20 years older than me and a short, white haired woman who was full of vim, vigor and vitality, and a gal who had worked as the Warden of the Woman's Prison at the Draper, Utah State Prison, who had enormous love in her heart, but prisoners would move when she cracked a whip and gave an order. We became friends and secretly asked for advice, and I freely gave. With clearance from bosses, I asked her I if she would take on a new role as the Drug Court Judge for the 2nd District Court, and she readily accepted as long as I stayed as her Boss, which was granted. She was perfect for the position and treated those convicts as human beings, but after she would give them a break, and they violated the condition, they were chained up and sent up the creek without a paddle. We became close friends and when I turned 60 and she was 80, we learned to play piano duets together while her granddaughter (Lily) got a headache listening. The daughters of Iris loaned me the piano until Lily picks it up. She lovingly calls me Grandpa, and I have lost her phone # and those of Jennifer and Jean. If you know their whereabouts, please send them a note before I too join Iris Hemenway, whose Hero is George Patton. Photo is of me and Iris at Governors Ball.

THE MARRIAGE OF a G. I. AND A GAL FROM JAPAN CHOSE TO LIVE IN NEPHI, UTAH

Today we tell a true story of love binding forever. I have traveled many countries, liken unto each of my siblings, and although my travels have been to the Pacific Rim of China; Viet Nam and Cambodia (until shots were fired", but never been to the Empire of the Myriad Islands, the Land-of-the-Dragon Fly, Japan. I hear tell that Japan has a wealth of sunshine, of flower-blooms, of bird songs, and a land of beauty in their people, trees, sea breezes, butterflies, exotic birds, moonlight and starlight and hundreds of years of dynasties filled with verses to fall in love of the written and seen beauties. But we will start at the beginning of the togetherness of Carl Calderwood and Sekiyo Saito Calderwood who once upon a time lived and loved in Nephi, Utah nearly fifty years ago, and we recently found the notes of their life written by my mother-LaVon Harris Jones, who made it a point to welcome new people in town. They lived in a half-home, which was common when we feared a bomb hitting us from Russia. That was at 175 West 5th North, and as I recall their was another one like that up the street where Steve Jenkins lived-a friend of my brother and where I passed the Daily Herald as a kid. When my mother met with the Calderwood family they had a daughter-Julie who was educated and loved fishing, gardening and raising Chrysanthemum's-the flower of Japan. Carl Calderwood was born in 1926, in Provo, Utah, while Sekiyo was born in 1932 in Miyageken, Japan. Carl attended Provo High, then joined the U.S. Coast Guard; World War Two, then trained in Alamea, California aboard the USS Pascao. During the Korean War, he was in the U.S. Navy, putting aircraft carriers in commission while in Tacoma, Washington. He was then transferred to the Merchant Marine on U.S.N.S General Patrick in Oakland, California on his way to Wake Island, then Japan, Okinawa, the Philippines, then back to the USA. Indications are, he was under fire in all too many frightening experiences, as most Veterans have been for the past several wars. However, Carl's heart found a different comfort when he found with Sekiyo in Yokosuka, and although it was love at first sight, the Japanese custom of getting hitched is different than Americans getting hitched quick. Before they could make plans, Carl was transferred back to a war we called Viet Nam, on the U.S. N. S. Gordon. Carl and Sekiyo met up after many letters, and they knew it was a forever match and not a weekend frolic.(writers term, not my mother). The parents of Sekiyo were dead, so she had to get permission for their marriage from her older brothers. The oldest brother said yes; the second brother said "No, he is our enemy". Now it is the third brother's turn and asked her if she is sure she is making the right decision and she exclaimed "Hi, Hi", which means Yes, Yes! Since Carl had fifteen minutes before his ship was leaving, they ran to the American Consul in Tokyo and were married on July 3rd, and then again at the LDS Ward offices in Japan. Carl got back to Provo until his wife obtained Japan's strict rules of departing and they soon became a couple and daughter Julee was born on April 14, 1969, at St. Marks Hospital and little Julee felt she was in heaven, as she had Chad Winn as her 5th grade teacher and double proud Chad was also their LDS Bishop and great neighbors. In talking to Chad, he said the basement only house was built by Bill Russell when he lived to the east of that dwelling. Wherever they are now, my guess is their happiness blossoms like pink petals in Japan.

I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, BUT I THINK IT'S TIME TO BRAKE FOR A BREAK

 It is time to brake for a break. Regards of age, read and weep or giggle. Humor is always needed.

1. I started with nothing......and still have most of it.

2. When did my wild oats turn to prunes and Bran?

3. I finally got my head together, but my body is falling apart.

4. Funny, I used to think I was funny and now I don't remember being absent minded.

5. All reports are in. Life is now officially unfair. Do the best you can.

6. If all is not lost, where is it? A lost sock is a good glove in the snow.

7. It is a heck of alot easier to get old that it is to get wiser!

8.  If at first you don't succeed, try not to look too astonished.

9.  The first rule of holes: If you are in one, stop digging!

10.I tried to get a life once, but they were out of stock.

11. I went to Snow College to be a Stand-Up Comedian. Now I am a Lay-Down Comedian.

12. It was all so different before everything changed.

13. Some days you are the dog; some days you are the fire hydrant

14. Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

15. A day without sunshine is like a day in Seattle.

16. Kids in the back seat cause accidents. Accident's in the back seat cause kids.

17. If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would have put them on my knees.

18. Never knock on Deaths door, Ring the doorbell and run. He hates that.

19. Please lead me into Temptation. I can find the way myself.

20. When you are holding the good cards, why does everyone want to play chess?

21. If you drive I-15 in Utah, their are only two type of drivers...the fast and the dead.

22. As a kid, all my toys were unbreakable. Now they are useful to break other toys.

23. At Juab High, I could roll down the cement stairs. Now I wonder why I have brain damage.

24. If you are living on the edge, make sure you're wearing a seatbelt.

25. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.

26. Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one dies.

                                          

                                     

ONE OF UTAH'S GREAT LEADER HAS PASSED AWAY-CARY PETERSON

I think the first time I became acquainted with Cary Peterson was when I had signed up for a Juab High School Class in "Chorus". I think everybody in the School Halls knew I was like Barney Fife as I couldn't "sing a lick". But my father was in the local church choir and my mother loved music, so all of her kids attempted to play the Clarinet, and at least us four boys tried, but utterly failed. When Cary introduced himself-one of "us" no accounts asked if he sang and by dang he sure did, and some of us thought he was better than Robert Goulet, who became a Hollywood singer in the early 1960's, and famous. I never did learn to sing, but my brother-Gary was in school plays where Cary would sing. My mother-LaVon Jones was the Secretary for three different District Superintendent's, and she was the only one till she retired, so teachers and Principals relied on her to help them with typing; correspondence and answering the phone. After school, Cary and his father-in-law Fred Painter joined forces to work the farm and cattle. Although most cowboys find their work hard. Cary found it to be hard but really fun. He spent his younger days growing up in Cedar Fort, which was like my father growing up in Nortonville. Both of those places found the work hard, but fun to ride the horses they caught out west. At the funeral today, as I often do, I don't hear as well, but like to watch the body movement and reactions to the speakers. When the Great Grandkids of Cary & RaNee sang "Peace in Christ" I could see and feel the emotions of those young kids. One older boy was about 14 and carried his cowboy hat in his hands, but he put it up to his face to cover his tears. The others then started to let their tears of love stream down their cheeks. Judging from them alone was enough to convince this "doubting Thomas" their was a lot of respect and love for both of their great grandparents. And Cary was undoubtedly close to all his family and they learned that work, play and love all go together for a great blend. One of the speakers spoke of Cary forbidding-while he was in the State Legislature to ask "for a backroom deal". He wanted everything in the open, and I can attest to that. When I was a law enforcement officer working for the State, I was asked or "ordered" to write a Legislative Bill, then take in to the House of Representatives. That made me nervous as I knew the new House Whip and I thought our Department Chief was setting me up for failure. When I corned her and handed her the folder, she responded with "I know what that filthy thing is and then threw it in my face." We were standing near two of the Utah State Troopers who were assigned to watch those folks who wanted the backroom deals. I knew the one Trooper, who said "Jones, do you want me to arrest her for you"? I said no, their is not a Prosecutor or Judge in the State that would take my word over three law enforcement officers. They giggled and said we will pick up the papers for you and put a bandaid on your head. Only God moves in a mysterious way, but I gathered my wits and returned the next day. This time I went with my binder to Cary Peterson, who was serving as the Majority Leader of the Senate. He recognized me and shook my hand and I was about to tell my situation. He instantly responded by saying something like "How is your parents and family"? Then about my work and so forth. He finally told me he heard all about the incident the day before. He said he read my proposal and then asked a simple question, just like the farmers of yesteryear would do. I said if we made this a State Law it could very well cut down on the vicious repeat offenders we keep arresting. He then said "Give me your word on it". I did and he said he would call me. Two days later, Cary called and said it was passed and he took it to the Governor, and it was made a law. I asked him once if he was ever in the Marines, and he said only ROTC. I said he walked like a Marine and kept groomed like a Class A Mode. And he has that Christlike love for all people. Cary also taught Math, and I squeaked by, but I watched him walk sharp and look sharp as ever as he returned from doing Temple work. To all that loved him, just know he is alive and well as is RaNee and they are dancing on those Clouds of our next sphere.

IN THE 1950'S, MOST PARENTS DIDN'T GIVE AN ALLOWANCE-WE HAD TO EARN IT.

Nowadays, I don't think kids have to work for their bikes; Mopeds; talk-walkies or even their clothes. As soon as we were about ten, the five Jones kids had to go earn it just like our folks did. One of the ways us boys started was taking turns passing newspaper's and although we couldn't afford a bike, we would each take turns with one. We couldn't afford gloves when we had a lot of snow, but we found that socks on our hands worked well. When our mother went back to work, she would make a sack lunch in the morning for each of us and that was Jim Dandy. At about 12 or so is when we started to haul hay for Joe and Ross Garrett, except for Gary who was allergy to hay as a kid, and Jaynette started to clean house and iron shirts for Doc. P.L. Jones. Gary worked gathering eggs for the Gadd family. Then we were "full grown" at 14, Hal and I would walk down to Rulon Brackens place and drive his truck down in the fields to change the water when their were just ditches, so we would take turns working while the other brother slept for two hours then kept trading off. Rulon's son was a grade school teacher and I had him in 5th and 6th grade and liked him. One day, another neighbor-Earl Bean told me if I could drive a tractor, he would pay me 50 cents to cut his hay. He lived on 7th North and the southeast corner of 100 East before the other homes grew up to the south. I walked down to Rulon's and asked if I borrow his tractor. He said sure and gassed it up for me. After I cut the hay for Earl, he gave me that wide smile he had and said that I had to gather it up and take it to the sheep my brother was finding. Rulon had the tractor gased up and both seemed to feel they got the best deal. And Weston was happy we got "Free Hay" for the mustang Joe Garrett gave him. I forgot about how gracious Earl Bean was until his obit fell in front of me. And now I will find his tombstone and honor him for his Purple Heart service. My Aunt Elfie Jones lived down track street below the tracks and my Dad would take me down there to dig weeds. I hated it back then, but now if I can get my old body to bend, I like working in the dirt. And those days when we all had gardens or hay for animals, we used to pick fruits for Sheriff Ray Jackson and that was on Shares.   

THE END.

REGARDLESS OF WHO WE ARE 0R WHERE-CHANGES CAN BE GOOD OR CUMBERSOME

When we are born then die; changes in schools; homes or challenges-we will always have change! Such is the case of changes in Catholic Popes or King Henry the 8th, declaring folks from the British Isles need to follow his starting the C of E or the Church of England. Such is the case with the Church of Jesus Christ, as they have so changed from being called "Mormons" as they stand firm as they worship after the Church of Jesus Christ from the days when Christ roamed Israel, with his newly appointed Apostles and Seventies. Back then, the appointed Apostles didn't fully understand why they were not following the Mosaic Laws. Christ eventually taught them the new law that He was being sent to deliver them from His Father-God. So those guys had to brace themselves for that and really did a whack on them went the Savior gently but boldly saying something to the effect learn quick, as I will soon go to my Death, which He did for all Mankind, at least conditionally, for this Sinner! Along with that, I found a 2003 clipping from the LDS Church News, showing the Leaders back then, and new leaders. It doesn't seem that long ago, my brother and I were delivery drivers for ZCMI, which was then owned by the LDS Church. We had a delivery to Dallin Harris Oaks, who was down the line of potential Leaders of that Church. When he opened the door, we got the Curio in place, then I made a stupid comment like "We are brothers trying to make a living and both attended Universities' and I said to Oaks "Hey, I recognize your name on my University Diploma and here we are without a future, as we had unimportant jobs." I then got a verbal spanking and gave us a great lecture of how important "all" jobs were. I was not about to tell him we both had "Real" jobs and it was - like the Savior kicking my butt and I knew he was being considered for the U.S. Supreme Court. Here are the Photos.   

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Perhaps, they could be called the Sons of Thunder as Peter, James and John were called back when!

AS I AM A GRAND NEPHEW TO "UNCLE HY TOLLEY" THESE ARE SOME SAYINGS USED IN MY WORK SUIT.

The following things may cause you to giggle, but some folks will cry. These are side notes I made working 42 years as a law enforcement officer and an Administrative Law Judge. Regardless of our chosen work and being a parent, I have found that all humans on earth need a "release valve" before any of us  "Go Postal" and anybody CAN if we don't let the steam; gas or air out in a fun or harmonious way.  I often felt that one of the best ways is to do Volunteer work for someone in need. It is good for all concernedAt Thanksgiving time, I often would head to nature to be in tune with God's plentiful majesties! On one occasion I went fishing at a remote area, and as I crossing the road, I encountered a Utah Highway Officer. He drove up besides me and asked how the fishing was, and without thinking, I did an "Uncle Hy" Tolley response by saying "I am not sure" as I was in the middle of eating a can of Spam". He laughed and said he was just getting away from the "Crazies" that was speeding on I-15 to get to Grandmas for Turkey Thanksgiving. We both then laughed and I offered him a slice of Spam, and that made his day and it was a big slice. He was Grateful and we both went back to our fun Thanksgiving! In the words of one of my Heros-Paul Harvey-"Now the rest of the story."

1. It would appear that she ardently attempted to join the Suicide Club, but her membership was              repeatedly denied.

2.  He is short and puggy, with a slow gait, but that appeared that to be just his thought process.

3.  He has a long and livid love affair with alcohol.

4.  The law maintains you can't make mice nice! Is that how you see it?

5.  He is no stranger to Violence.

6.  He has experienced many misadventures with drugs including the ones that cause brain damage.

7.  If she maintains sobriety, it may be the next wonder of the world.

8.  Whenever the defendant is turned loose, he will be broke and thirsty, and that is a hazard.

9.  It appears you are a Vegetarian, so are you allowed to eat animal crackers?

10. If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?

  

TWO GREAT COFFEE SHOPS IN NEPHI, UTAH

If you were traveling through Utah during the 1950's or 60's, the drive through Nephi was considered the four-way place to stop for gas, food or lodging on Hi-way 91. It was a small  rural town, and many of the tourists liked to walk to Pioneer Park to watch the local kids play baseball. In those days, the younger kids often walked up and down the street and if you had a car, it was the safe place to "Drag Main", but now a days, the kids have hand held thing a ma jigs and appear to be allergic to work or school lessons! The Center of Juab County is not as peaceful like by-gone days, as herds of people with more money than sense are driving up the price of homes and pushing the farmers out of the water we used to have, but folks have not yet become like the "Swamp" of DC! The good thing is we have the water the crop owners had to give up when they sold their land, so we have pure water to blend in with the Coffee we still serve. No, we don't have Ray's Cafe or the Snak Shack, but two great Coffee Shops at the "Haven Coffee House" at 65 S. Main or the new "Beans & Brew" at 1508 S. Main. And in Nephi it is easy to find an address as you just have to know which way North, South, East, and West is and start in the middle. Our local leaders refused to be like California where you can get lost without trying! The Haven Coffee Shop has an outside deck where you can gaze at the Salt Creek running(but we didn't have enough snowpack this year) and a good place to do computer work down stairs or go upstairs for a good get to know others while you sip on your expresso! It is professionally ran with a personal crew. The newly opened Beans and Brew has any coffee you need and great sandwiches. They are close to the South Freeway off and on, and we met a family on their way back to California. And their is hotels near by and down main their is Lisa's cafe and that just happens to be a great place for home cookin food for this writer who doesn't know a pot from a pan and ruined my Micro-wave when I tried to put wood in to fire it up!  

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 nose pin, 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 some 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!