A LETTER TO MY SON-JUSTIN WM. JONES, WHO DEPARTED EARTH LIFE- 9 YEARS AGO TONIGHT

 Dear Justin,

It has been 9 years since you left what I call Earth Life. I recall your departure was at 10:31 P.M. as that was when the old family clock stopped, and just like that, as it never would tick tock again. I wanted to write this letter to you, as God-with His miracles, can make your heart stir, so that you will see what is in both our hearts. In another way, you didn't really leave us, you just walked a little ahead of me and Troy. That's what I tell myself, when missing you hurts too much, when the silence feels louder than any words. Sometimes, I still forget you are gone. I want to call you and tell you something and reach out for you. Then the reality hits, and it keeps me going faster and faster as you are way ahead of me. The reality of this world and you breaks my heart all over again. So I imagine, you and Paul Hansen are in the race at the Sugarhouse park. I see you pass me by, and you look back with your famous smile, and I know you are standing at the finish line, waiting for me. And that's what keeps me going. I carry you in every step I take and every breath and every quiet moment. Because my love for you didn't end when you left. I simply learned how to live without you. And when my journey ends on earth, I hope you are there...... waiting.  And when I see you again, I'll finally whisper, "I missed you every single day". Then let's go find both of your Saint Bernards, and glide around the Spirit World and get re-acquainted with people we used to know, and other folks we will meet. And if God so permit's it, we can collectively find Paul Hansen, as he was given most of your Baseball Cards. He and Tony misses your personality and your friendship. They were good for you on earth as they will be in the Spirit world, and you will automatically speak and listen to all of those spirits, who never had the chance to learn those on earth. And Son, never ever forget, your warm gentle spirit is missed here on earth.

I seldom told you and Troy how much love I have for both of you, but I am telling you now! Justin Wm. Jones, I do love you; always have and always will. God is well aware of all the kindness you have shown to your fellow man and the animals you cared for on earth.

                                                              Love you.......10-4-35-1

IN ORDER FOR BABY DEER TO SURVIVE, PEOPLE MUST LEARN BASIC RULES

If you are hiking or traveling in Utah or other Western States, we decided to put a cautionary note here. Depending on when the Rut(breeding) starts is usually in the late fall, and the Does are quite picky. The Doe seems to have a higher IQ than the buck, and as such, they want only the biggest and strongest looking Buck. It seems the Doe gives off their allurance or they just wear better perfume! The bucks know that and want to demonstrate to the smaller bucks they are big and stronger, so the smaller bucks will attempt to find water holes and dig with their horns to pick up grasses and twigs to have the Does be attracted to them. In order to be bred, the buck has to fight for it and the winner takes the buck as a weekend bride. And this writer doesn't have the taste buds for Venison, so know; "Does smart Venison taste better than the old bucks". Depending on the time when the cold hits, various bucks fight to scare the other male deer off, then comes the April to July birthing of the fawn. Often times, the Doe will have twins. The mother deer however, has to graze off and find grasses or bushes to eat, and often hides their fawn close by. The baby fawns are born with patches of white to blend in with the surrounding area till Mom comes home with her bag "full of  white fawn food". They keep their small spots for 5 to 6 months. The fawn, when Moms away, can lower their heart rate down to avoid Coyote smell of  a deer and baby internal sense to slow their heart pumping to a lower level. During the deer hunt of several years ago, I was out west alone and heard two shots, so got my bi-focals on and saw two men shoot a Doe. I told the Fish cop where the deer was, as the two guys may have thought it was a buck, but it was a Doe. The Fish Cop asked if  I saw who shot it. I told him I wasn't sure and rather than let the meat go to waste, he gave me written permission to take it home where  my mother and I cut and wrapped it, and gave it to folks that needed it. I knew my Mother was grateful too! Now back to the real story. If a human even touches a fawn, that person has sentenced that baby deer to death. When the Doe returns to her baby, she will not accept it, as the smell of a human has touched it. Same thing I saw on the computer where  ladies felt sorry for another two twin fawns and picked them up and sat in their car til the mother returned. She did and those young ones will soon find they will be abandoned. If one is caught in a fence, that is another story and use gloves to assist but cutting the fence that cattle who feed on the mountain may lose their whole herd. And SLC, Utah is being invaded by deer and the Fish and Game are trying to ship game animals that are coming down to eat the scrubs and flowers. Oh, I bout forgot. The reason we brought this up, is to encourage you to stay from the roaming bears on the Loop Road, which we found a real to life, where a large Moose is trying to find "Moose supper." We have about lost many of our Game animals due to Fires, with bosses sitting at DC desks and have no idea how our winds blow fires fast and we hope they will quit letting people hunt deer that are blind; Politician' who keep preaching "plenty of water in Nephi" and Developers who want to build homes in the canyon, and crowds that may sight in a real life Moose, but all photo folks seem to want to shoot or dispose of. Cars and people kill more deer than hunters and Fish and Game folks need more money for their Kitty and make their wages by increasing license fees and spend money on ads for turn people in.

             This fawn photo was taken by gal in Colorado and remained in her car a long distance away

And this photo was also taken at long distance being brought in by Fish Cops from SLC

THE FUNERAL SERVICES OF DAVE PERRY OF MONA WAS HELD TODAY

If you didn't attend the funeral of Dave Perry earlier today, we have it here. Dave and his wife-Tauna moved to Mona, Utah about 5 or 6 years ago. They purchased the home southeast of the main LDS Chapel in Mona. I used to call it the Molyneaux home as that was where one of our great Juab High Basketball players lived in the late 1950's. When the last resident passed, I hear tell the Perry couple wanted to return to a peaceful town to polish of their 56 years of a blissful togetherness. I never knew the couple, nor their family. But in reading the Anderson Funeral Home Obits. I felt this surge within, that I knew Dave from somewhere, perhaps ions ago. In its reading, I considered him a brother or friend or something unknown hankering me a "had to" pay my respects. I got the impression that he went to Hillcrest High, which would put him in the rural area of Fort Union of Salt Lake County. Like many of us in the Tolley and Jones Family of Nephi, he was said to have "quick wit and cherished the deer hunt  tradition" and that sounds like the Nephi Jones Family, with four brothers and a sister going deer hunting, without a license and no guns! Like Hank Jr. sang, "It's a family tradition". Before our mother passed where Dave is now, she enjoyed it more than anything, as she would pre-fix all the dinners for a year in advance. Back to Dave. During the funeral, I watched body movements of the speakers and the audience, as that often tells more than words. I didn't recognize any of the old Mona names of  Yates; Platt's' Roundy;  Oliver's, Lynns, Newells, Newtons and Kay's, but saw a lot of headstones at the cemetery with those good names. But life changes and so does the people that come to graze amidst those who have past. Dave was a devout member of the LDS Church, and I didn't have to ask his bishop, even though he too had a last name that identified where he roamed in from. Dave served a mission as a young man, then went on two others with his eternal compaanion-Tauna. They had 6 kids, and like the Nephi Jones family, their daughter-Emily turned out the best, or so they think. For sure they were all taught the importance of work, and as Dave loved gardens, the kids were small when Daddy started to teach them how to work before play, and they hated to pull weeds from the garden, but in latter years Daddy had a perfect garden, and all the kids learned the importance of working hard. Once, one of the sons didn't do as requested by his mother, and said "wait til your Dad comes home". When Dave came home, he took the son to his bedroom and took of his belt and smacked........the pillow. Tauna came running in to save their son, but no harm, no foul, and Daddy taught the son......"Don't ever do that again". When the Nephi Jones boys were bad, our Mom told Dad, and the only thing he did was remove his belt, and point to the coal shed. We too learned respect, and so did each one of those Perry kids. Dave found the good in all and easy to like. If you think about it he exemplified that spirit which Jesus had when he walked and talked on earth. For those folks of Mona who got to know this family on their arrival in Juab County, cherish the friendship and keep that family happy attempting to make home made peach pie just like Dave did. In order for this writer to pass High School English, Mrs. Lomax told me if I could memorize the Gettysburg address and say it word perfect in front of the Speech Class I would pass English. 60 Years later, me and three work collogues were in Washington D.C. for meetings, but spent a day at Gettysburg. Without fanfare, I walked up to where Abe Lincoln gave  that speech, and recited it without practice. Tourists gathered in the bleachers, thinking I was a paid actor. Nope, just like Dave did every July 4th, we both love and respect this great country of America. The spirit of Dave Perry will live deep in the souls of many of us. He was and remains one heck of a great man to God, his family and to this writer who could feel his impact who never met him, but love him as a brother.

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BREAKING NEWS-VUDU DOLL TO APPEAR AT CACHE COUNTY FAIR

IN OVER 1,000 CHAPTERS IN OUR BLOGSPOT WRITINGS, WE MAKE FUN OF THE CONSTANT BARRAGE OF THE SO CALLED BREAKING NEWS, WHEN IN FACT IT IS USUALLY A WEEK OR MONTH LATER, AND IT IS WHY I GAVE UP ON THE BS OF MOST OF THE SUCKER TYPE BREAKING NEWS. BUT WHAT I JUST READ AT THE PRCA COMPUTER PROGRAM MAY HAVE SOME VALIDITY TO IT.

ON AUGUST 8, 2026, THE COMPUTER SHOWS MOST OF THE BRONC RIDING WRIGHT BOYS OF THE MILFORD AREA WILL BE HEADING FOR THE CACHE COUNTY FAIR TO RIDE RIGHT THE WAY CODY WRIGHT LED THE WAY. STETSON WRIGHT HAS BEEN OUT WITH AN INJURY, AND THE COMPUTER SHOWS FORMER CHAMPION OF BRONC RIDING WAS JESSE WRIGHT,. WE THOUGHT HE HAD BEEN PUT OUT TO PASTURE, BUT IT SHOWS HE IS SET TO HOP A HORSE NAMED "SNYDER SPECIAL", SO REGARDLESS OF YOUR FAITH OR RELIGION, LETS ALL PUT A CHRISTIAN HEX ON ONE HORSE, AS A CHRISITAN FROM ST. GEORGE IS SET TO RIDE VUDU DOLL.  UNCLE STETSON IS SUPPOSED TO DO BOTH BRONC AND THE BULL IN AN EFFORT TO GET THE TRIPLE CROWN IN VEGAS. HOPE STETSON IS THINKING WITH HIS BRAIN, RATHER THAN HIS INTERNAL SPIRIT TO RIDE BABY RIDE!

IF IN FACT ALL THE WHOLE KIT AND KUDOOLE WRIGHT FAMILY MAY BE GOING TO WATCH THEIR COWBOY KIN RIDE IN LOGAN, WE HOPE THAT THE GOOD FAMILY AND FRIENDS OF BEAVER COUNTY TAKE CARE OF THE CATTLE THAT HAD TO BE MOVED  BECAUSE OF FLOODS AND FIRE IN THE BEAVER AREA. IF THIS BREAKING NEWS IS BREAKING, PUT YOUR BRAKES ON, AND MAKE THE TRIP TO LOGAN TO WATCH THE WRIGHTS DO THINGS THE RIGHT WAY. AND THE WAY MY THINKING GOES, IT IS OKAY FOR UTAH FOLKS TO CHEER FOR A KID FROM NEW PLYMOUTH, IDAHO, AS HIS HOME IS ON THE LINE BETWEEN UTAH AND IDAHO, SO HE CAN STAND WITH HIS COWBOY BOOTS ON IN IDAHO AD UTAH AT THE SAME TIME. 

LONG LIVE AMERICA AND LONG LIVE COWBOYS WHO KEEP UTAH RIGHT & RURAL

  

THE RIGHT BOYS OF UTAH ARE SHOWING THEY ARE LEADERS OF WRIGHT SPORTS

Yup, them thar words are the Wright ones for this time of the year. For those of us that started out with baseball, we couldn't afford real baseball's or the bats, so the Nephi Jones boys used a 2 X 4 as a bat, and rocks to hit out in the field behind the Nephi Jones residence. It was difficult to get our brothers and buddies to play in the field with a pair of old socks to catch the rocks! Getting hit with or catching a rock hurt, so we started looking for a safer sport. That was when we walked up the street and started to hang out with Joe and Ross Garrett, helping them herd and milk the mild cows at Spin Mac's milkhouse. In turn, they permitted us to "try" to ride their steers. Us Jones boys and Blake Garrett knew we were going to be just like Dean Oliver, the famous Rodeo Champion during our youth. Then later on, I was helping my father stucco a home in Mona, Utah, that he would call the "Olivers", and I was so excited to help, as I figured it was the home of Dean Oliver! I found out later it wasn't, but still got hooked on rodeo as being the true American sport and after seeing the "Un-American BS with the other sports people, I soon lost all interest in that kind of stupidity. Another very American sport was going to Alaska to watch and help our brother-Gary B. Jones race in the 1,000 miles across Alaska in the Iditarod race! It was difficult to watch that grueling competition, but when he gave me a chance to gather his dogs, they were just like the Painted horse that Bob Garrett let me ride rounding up cattle a couple years ago. When the Garrett Boys took the horses out without old Paint, she didn't like that and it took a cap full of apples to settle her down. A true cattle horse and a racing dog or built to go after it and they paw the ground demanding to work for their hay. Sometimes I think they have better work ethics that what we teach our kids of today! Today, we wanted to send out a "Atta Boy" to all the cowboys from Utah who are looking good at the competitive sport of Rodeo which seems to be more popular than ever. The cowboys are moving to the small rural areas of Utah and America to get back to Ruralville. Like the three Fullmer brothers of once rural West Jordan, Utah, the Fullmer brothers were the top boxers of Utah, and those Mormon brothers made Utah shine. And I had the privilege of being a friend to Gene and even my son Justin interviewed him for his 4th grade essay on meeting a famous person. Gene made his farm work with Mink, then horses, but became the world champion in the Middle Weight Champion of the world. As I was driving him to Ogden to address a conference of Law Enforcement Officers, he first asked me to pull around the homes of  his brothers so I could meet his mother. They were fond of each other, and what a thrill to see what a gentle giant that Champ was. Like John Wayne, he was tough when needed  to be and gentle when it was right. Now back to rodeo. As I checked the computer stats this morning, I found that the top three World Rodeo contenders in Saddle Bronc are Rusty Wright, Stetson Wright and Ryder Wright. Stetson is out with an injury, but should be ready for the finals in Las Vegas, which the Nephi Jones Family attends and cheers for. Down the line in Saddle Bronc is another couple of the Wright boys including Statler and Spencer Wright, as well as a cowboy from downtown Axtell, Utah who is married to a Juab County gal.  And we just read where former Bronc Champ-Jesse Wright is set to come out of retirement and join his Nephew-Stetson to right a Bronc at Cache County Fair. If you believe in cowboy prayer, beg for animal and rider safety.

 SO CHEER ALL THE UTAH BOYS ON. THEY ARE ALL OUR LOCAL HERO'S, AS THEIR WIVES AND SISTERS DO THE FARM WORK. GOD FIRST, THEN FAMILY AND RODEO! EVERTTHING ELSE WILL FOLLOW.

                                    DEAN OLIVER-RODEO CHAMPION OF MY YOUTH

NEATH THE MAJESTIC HEART OF MT. NEBO STANDS OUR JUAB HIGH SCHOOL

When members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints(Mormons) arrived in the Nephi area of Juab County in Central Utah, they referred to the high three rocky mountain peaks to the north east and called it Mt. Nebo. In the days of Moses, a high mountain in Jordan was reported that Moses referred to that Middle East mountain peak as Mt. Nebo and considered it holy, so the same three peaks in view of Mona, Nephi and Levan was named the same. The high school was first built on "Track Street" in Nephi, and made strong and sturdy during the late 1800's, but local people didn't think a compulsory education of 7th grade was enough, as not all the students were farmers, so demanded the school official's to build it big enough for a high school, and it was and initially called Nephi High, with those students being placed on the second floor. Until 1932, it was referred to as Nephi High, then students and parents outside of Nephi, persuaded the Board of Trustees' to change it to Juab High, and asked the Class of 1928 to write the school song which was completed, and the words were written by Jim McCune, who was a gifted student, and later in life became an excellent Attorney and District Judge. We are not sure however, if he wrote "heart of Nebo" or "Guard of Nebo" as in doing research with a member of the Class of 28 and with a living daughter of Jim, it is still undecided, so if you sing the school song, sing it as you may. Although the builder of the newer high school promised my father it would last 100 years, school officials and local politicians' wanted to tear it down, and the taxpayers kept getting hit for more money, but the IQ level appears by some, as going down. That building still stands at the corner of Track Street and Main in Nephi. Here are a few pages from the Juab High School handbook of 1958.  I spent the entire morning trying to put these in order, so sorry, I have SAI(Stupid Artificial IQ).

                                                                                                        

THE 116TH HEAVENLY BIRTHDAY PARTY OF LAVON HARRIS WHO BECAME A JONES WAS HELD.

• On July 28,2026, the five kids of our mother celebrating her earthly birthday was the other day, and we had fun. We now believe, she was instrumental to keep each of us marching to the heart beat of herself, who went back to her professional work as a secretary and helped to keep her bosses to their work, but made sure each of us kids did house chores around and in the house. Every week, she would modify who did what and place in on the water tank that was heated by the kitchen stove. 
• Every morning, she was up early to cook breakfast for our Dad and us kids, as their wasn't enough money earned to purchase school food. But we found a clever way to get in free, and that was being one of the servers behind the chow line. After school, she would take turns with each child to make sure we were doing our lessons and we often sat by the kitchen stove while she was cooking great food. Pig grease was always the secret to making anything taste cook. LaVon was set upon being a secretary for insurance companies; working for A. E. Smith, who was the local County Agent; the Utah Poultry, then the Secretary for four different Juab School Superintendents. And to this day, teachers of yesteryear pay tribute to her with whatever they needed. But she also used Juab High Principal Clark Newell to chase me down racing my "low speed" Tote Gote. She started with Supt. Clyde Child; Ralph Menlove, then trained Clark Newell, as well as each of the newly elected School Board Members. Although her sons didn't appreciate her advice,  their would be a day in the future, that "even boys will have to know how to type in the future". She knew! I continued to type reports in college, then used the skill to type investigative reports in my career. My favorite home chore was ironing, and became proficient at it, and when I became the father of two young boys. I used my weekends to wash and iron their levi's for school, both inside and outside. The older we get the more we seem to appreciate and acknowledge what our parents had to do to get each of us kids to do only three essential things in life. First was to graduate from High School; second was to vote and third was to pray, and for me I found that "be careful what you pray for, as you just may get it" and it is one of those things that we shouldn't have prayed for. Thanks Mom from each of your five kids. I have often felt our Mother nearby, and it was a very comforting glow within, Often times when our parents pass to the next level of our test, we miss them dearly, but in our family, our folks had four boys in a row, which can be a headache to any mother, but then along comes a baby girl and our sister Jaynette, is a daughter of her mother, as she takes care of not only her own kids and their kids, but every where else from Idaho to Nevada, she keeps so busy, it makes me weary to watch her, and forces me to take a nap! Anyway, thanks Mom, as you and Dad hit it right with the kindness and refinement all parents should have. First Photo is of the sister of LaVon Harris, who died at a young age. Watch is thought to have been that of John Harris, who arrived in Nephi with Mormon Pioneer's. They came from the British Colony of Wales. Second photo is of marriage of LaVon and Alma and then of our family back when our sister sprang, and has kept sprinting to this day. And yes Mom, we have kept the promise to stick together, and our average age is now about 80, but we had a fun time with "Abby" who was our Waitress at the place all students would gather, below the steps of the Heber J. Grant Building on the Y. Campus.

                                                                                  

 

                                           Hal, Alma, Gary, Weston, Jaynette, LaVon and Kent

                                   All descendants of Mormon Pioneers coming to Nephi in 1850's

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GARY B. JONES, WHO STILL CALLS NEPHI HIS HOMETOWN.

Although he has lived in various places in the Alaskan Frontier, he still calls Nephi, Utah, his hometown. He and his siblings have always thought the small rural town of Nephi was the best place to have grown up in and we have saved a building spot for him, and a burial plot for him. As kids we were not supposed to talk of the word "dead" or Cancer, but only call it the C word, and that was pretty radical in the Nephi Jones Kin who arrived here by horse; handcarts and wagons. Our ancestors were pretty dam tough......oh sorry, I was supposed to spell it out so D A M tough. Of the five kids of Alma C. and LaVon Harris Jones, Gary, at an early age was self taught to be tough and could survive just fine sleeping with all of his animal friends in the barn, or racing with his Mutts in the Iditarod of  the 1,000 miles across the frozen tundra. And after running with and feeding each of the dogs with placed food along the trail, he would then take a relaxation trek climbing one of the tall mountains in Alaska. And he was mentally fit more than the rest of us, aceing high school; then both BYU and USU. He had a strong voice, and could be heard throughout any concert hall, and still has that varoom to it. Although Gary has always been one of God's children that would always greet any kid or adult and greet them if they were best friends. But in reality, the forest and the animals and plant life of the mystic of Alaska put him at ease. Although we all want to see him come to Nephi again, the city has outgrown itself too much, and he would not find solace here, but we long for a visit. I have traveled to Alaska to visit Gary B. and although I am not a friend of dogs, I found it relaxing to take care of his kennel while he raced. But living up their yonder is fit only for the bravest of all, as the 20 and 30 below zero never seemed fun for me. And the first time I visited, the flight was long with a plane change somewhere along the way. When I arrived, I told him I was starved and I would buy him a steak dinner. He said he would treat me to a great meal, but kept passing all the diners. He then pulled off the road under some trees. I tried to convince him that eating me wouldn't be his cup of tea, although when he was an Army Ranger during the Viet Nam Era, he was trained to live off the land, and grasshoppers and Beetles didn't taste that good to me. He then scared the Bejeebies out of me when he pulled a shotgun out of the trunk, and yup, he took down some Ptarmigans out of the tree tops, and they were better tasting than Ringneck Pheasant's, or the Pine Hens of Juab County. When I last spoke to Gary B., I told him that their are no "Bish Belliston" in Nephi anymore, and that all drivers have gone Whackos driving like the "Herd Instinct" of Dead Horse Point near Moab and told him a couple years ago I was nearly a victim of "locus en quo" speeders  by Doc Steele's  trying to kill me. Your sister told me it just may help to take down the sign off the back of my old Mazda truck which reads " ITS A HEMI"! I am not sure you can read it, but will try to put a letter of many years ago that Mom sent to you just before her transition. Happy Birthday on July 23 and here is one of your greatest books of all, if folks want to write you a letter and buy one, then you won't have to find that ass again and hitchhike back home. You did that once on a Tote Gote, so try an airplane this time!

        

                                                                                         
  

                                                                                  

HOW DOES ONE GET A PIG TO SING?

 

WHY, TO CRASH FROM THE DAZZLING HEIGHTS OF SUCCESS TO THE DARK RECESSES OF REJECTION IS INEXORABLY WOVEN INTO THE TAPESTRY OF LIFE'S STRUGGLE. WHAT DID YOU USED TO BE?        Photo credit of New Yorker.

                         

AT FUNERALS OR OTHER NOTABLE PLACES, AMERICANS PLACE THEIR RIGHT HAND OVER THEIR HEARTS. BUT IF YOU ARE A GREAT AND GLORIOUS LEADER, STANDING IN A  FORBIDDEN AREA, ONE MAY DROP THEIR HAND AS THEY JUST MAY FEEL THE NEED TO PUKE!

AT THE END OF WORLD WAR TWO, THE ALLIED FORCES WERE ACCEPTING THE SURRENDER OF THE NAZI  KILLERS  OF GERMANY AND WALKED AWAY FROM GENERAL JODL. SOUNDS AS NOBLE AS GENERAL PATTON. AND TO THOSE WHO ARE LOOKING AT THIS HISTORY PRESENTATION WANTING TO KNOW IF PIGS CAN SING, THE ANSWER IS I REALLY DON'T KNOW, AND NEITHER WILL I SHAKE THEIR FEET OR HUG THEM, LIKE MANY PEOPLE SEEMED TO HAVE DONE IN THE VOTING BOOTHS OF YESTER YEAR.

 

INTERESTING.....BUT SAD STATISTICS ABOUT THE VIET NAM WAR

1. This weekend in Nephi, Utah is always great, as we celebrate the Ute Stampede, a rodeo that has been a yearly celebration where families and friends get together. As two of my brothers pulled up where I had been watering our horse pasture, I  recognized the 9th Infantry patch on the hat of Hal Jones, who was a Medic on the front lines of the horrific killing spree that met the Allied forces in a swamp called Nam. I thought I would put off the rodeo celebration and gather some statistics from that war of wars. I had three brothers in the military during the Era of Viet Nam, and glad they all came home, and only Hal with sadness to be a victim of that upfront fighting. Hal was partially hit with an explosion when his medic partner was ordered to go in a Chu Chi tunnel that was a booby trap that killed his partner and partially hit Hal, who turned down a Purple Heart, as he only wanted to return home which he did and safely so. And he had a chance to travel to Washington D.C. to  see the Stats on the Vietnam Memorial Wall.
2. There are 58,267 names now listed on the polished black wall, including those that were added in 2010.
3. The names are arranged in the order which they were taken from their families and within each date the names are alphabetized. 
4. The first known casualty was Richard Fitzgibbon, of North Weymouth, Mass. He was killed on June 8, 1956. His name is listed on the Wall with that of his son, Marine Corps Lance Cpl. Richard B. Fitzgibbon III.
5. There ae 711 West Virginians on the Wall.
6. The Marines of Morenci - They led some of the scrappiest high school football and basketball teams that the little Arizona copper town of Morenci (pop. 5,058) had ever known and cheered for. They enjoyed roaring beer busts. In quieter moments, they rode horses along the Coronado Trail, stalked deer in the Apache National forest. and in  the patriotic camaraderie typical of  Morenci's mining families, the nine graduates of Morenci High enlisted as a group in the Marine Corps. Their service began on Independence Day, 1966. Only 3 returned home.
7. The Buddies of Midvale, Utah were LeRoy Tafoya, Jimmy Martinez, and Tommy Gonzales were all boyhood friends and lived near each other, and played ball on an adjacent sandlot. They all joined the military and traveled to Viet Nam. In a span of 16 dark days in late 1967, all three were killed.
8. The most casualty deaths for a single day was on January 31, 1968-245 deaths.
9. The most casualty deaths for a single month was May, 1968-245 Deaths.
10. For most Americans who read this will only see what the Viet Nam War created. To those who survived the war, and to the families of those who did not, the survivor's and the Medics only see their faces, and hold them for that last shot of Morphine and their transition is felt. They feel the pain for ever. Remember, we too will pass, so never ever forget those who fought for our liberty. 

                          THERE ARE NO NOBLE WARS, JUST NOBLE WARRIORS.

GOD VS.THE DEVIL

                                                                              

                                                                               

A SHORT HISTORY OF NEPHI AND THE UTE STAMPEDE

Today's history lesson is a brief overview on the Utah City of Nephi, named after an individual that the LDS folks believe was directed by God to this the western part of the world. We have submitted information about Nephi's Centennial Jubilee of 1951. If you are now or may be a future leader of our area, we would encourage  all to seek out the book that I have used to explain the beginning of our County and Cities within Juab County. They didn't have hand held "Gigaphones" or "Retro Emulator's" to chat with each other and the many organizations you could join to play with the instruments' of the several marching bands or join the all female band called the "Dellu" or perhaps attend the Presbyterian Church located along Main Street on the west side at about half way between 2nd and 3th North. And since the rodeo of the Ute Stampede is around the corner, we thought about showing a page about it's beginning. I am not sure, but when it was named that, there was a big crowd of the "Ancient Ones", which we refer to as Indians, and they often came to Nephi to watch the Stampede. I don't remember Utes arriving, but several Navajos liked to be here for the good entertainment that is still here. When I was a kid, those Indians and the Cowboys would often camp out beneath the Cottonwood Trees that used to be lined up on the west side of the arena. They could wash up in the irrigation water nearby.   

HAPPY HEAVENLY BIRTHDAY TO EMMA OCKEY CARTER

 I am not sure why, but today's blog entry is on a beautiful gal now and back a few days ago for her June 18th birthday. I guess she was trying to get my attention, as her funeral program fell in front of me and perhaps that was her way of reminding me, as we had birthdays on the same day, but a couple years apart. If you didn't know Emma, you missed a golden chance of meeting the beauty within her and her dry wit and honest words. When I interviewed her a few years ago, I reminded her she and I were "First Cousins", she instantly gave me a verbal reprimand! She said something like "all of us are cousins, and not first or thirty first", and she knows the truth, and one can always expect Emma to let you know the truth of things. Her very best friend was her sister Dora, and another close friend was a "Cousin" named "Marian Garrett Mickelson" and my guess is that both are having a "Heavenly" good time. I became acquainted with Emma and her sister Dora as they both took great care of their mother- Pearl Jones Ockey, who I loved visiting as she would take me down to the farm where she grew up and we would pick mushrooms and wow, she would cook them up while I pulled her weeds. and cut her lawn. I was about ten years old and wrote notes of how things were in "the good ole days".We now present the beauty of Emma Ockey Carter, and she married Jack Carter as when he came home from the war, he looked so handsome in a uniform, just like her Dad-Bill Ockey when he returned from W.W. One and gave his 30-40 Craig Rifle to Paul Ockey and now with granddaughter-Debbie. Bill was tired of killing and told my father that! And Deb has that now, and proud of her Veteran Family!

 

SARAH TAYLOR ROBINSON HAD HER FUNERAL EARLIER TODAY.

Sarah was just 50 years old, but she suffered from a deadly Cancer for some time and is finally released from that burden. God, being a perfect being, sent her to earth to brighten up people's experience here. For those that knew her, she was the ideal gal that would do that, as she had a smile and a personality that could be felt by all. I first met her when I was campaigning for Nephi City Council. After knocking on her door, she readily invited me in and wanted me to meet her kids and I could feel the positive energy within. She told me she was a police officer for Nephi City, and loved her work. I was elected and soon found out that some old habits are slow to stop. After 42 years of being a law enforcement officer, I had often carried a 32 auto in my bib overalls, and watching for any cop that may need backup, as I don't believe that most residents have little understanding of what the beat was really like, even in Nephi, which used to be a small rural town, but escalated too fast. I wanted to give back to the greatest place I grew up in. I chose working for the City, and doing it was next to a full time job. I used to help the DUP at their museum, being a janitor and cleaned up the old Territorial Jail that turned into the Juab County Jail. One of the fun times was having the 4th Grade students and Scout Troops come for a demonstration of how to grind up wheat to make flour, in the same manner of what our Pioneers used to do. Then we would go through the Jail. I had obtained two wooden Batons or nightsticks used at the Utah Territorial Prison where the Sugarhouse Park is now in Salt Lake. I hung those on the Jail wall and had a pair of old handcuffs that hung nearby. I guess I didn't hang them high enough, as a couple boys got a hold of them and decided to put them on the wrists of one of their friends. When they couldn't get them off, I was notified, and it took a specialized barrel key to open and I didn't have one. So we called the Nephi Police, and wait for Sarah Robinson to drive up with her bolt cutters. She laughed and said something to the effect "Jones, why have you put the cuffs on the best kid in school"! I found out later he was and remembered that "Kids will be Kids" much like I was and still am. I kept an eye on Sarah as well as other cops, even though they have good back up with the UHP and Sheriffs office, but knew what it was like when only one cop was on duty, and little time to wait for a back up. I had always sensed what a good human being Sarah was, and regardless of the situation, she kept an upper lip and found her down time by being with her family and one could sense their love for her. Although the words of "Remember Me" are on the back page of the program, I believe that all that knew Sarah will in fact remember what a special spirit she is to all, and I believe that she is very much alive in a spirit form, and will be your angel in disguise, and like her Father In Heaven, she and He will respond to your prayers and needs. She had a church full of good people, who all can rely on, so be happy as she is no longer having the hardship of Cancer. And to the Relief Society, thanks for the great Funeral Potatoes!

"DON'T DARKEN MY DOOR"-A THREE ACT COMEDY FR0M MANY YEARS AGO

This is only test, as we lack enough cerebellum (a latin word which means "little brain") to figure out who the actors were that put on this play of long ago.We do know for sure, but this play probably occurred in the old Juab High School in the 1930's or 40's. We don't have the exact year, but Google maintains the author published the small program in a book-like container, and she became a wealthy lady writing in 1936 and it was a hit throughout America, often being acted as the Senior Play. One would have to write to the publishing company and pay a dime for each book for each of the actors, and nobody could make profit for putting on the play except for Ms. Anne Coulter Maretens. The Nephi Jones kids were very much aware that our mother was heavily involved with school, church and community activities of which plays and skits were her cup of tea. The writing the names of the character's appear to be that of Alma Jones, who would eventually get hitched to LaVon Harris, as soon as Alma returned from the US Army during the Era of W.W. Two.

The hand writing appears to be that of Alma Jones, as two of his kids recognize his signature. The second one appears to be Barbara Winters who married Ron Jones; them Glade Sanders; Ethel Lee; unknown; Ellen Garrett; Mrs. McPherson and the last name appears to be that of Mrs. Stuart, which could be Carol Stuart; wife of Russell Stuart or the one that married Kay Stuart. Have fun, and see if you; Grandkids, etc. others, and the winner gets one no-payday and have a choice of hand shearing a real Sheep.   

 

                                                                               

                                                                       

APACHE VS. APACHE-WHO WON? PERHAPS FUTURE HISTORY WILL INFORM

Today I chose to write somewhat of the Apache Indians(or Native Lamanites), then the second half of our reading is my attempt to indoctrinate the reader! That will be of the Apache Helicopter being used by our present and outstanding(my own term) professionalism and guts to protect America from the varmint's (another personal term), who now have a building in lower Nortonville, which is called the "National Guard" Readiness Center. According to Viet Nam Medic Hal Jones, he was a happy camper when they heard the Cobra's coming as they struck fear in the enemy, and the Hueys would machine gun their way in the jungle to pick up the wounded. Now back to the beginning. It seems that human beings of the earth have always been "Invaders" of other people's food, land and money. If we go back in time, our history books don't always tell the whole story, but the writings of those books differ somewhat, so that is why I like to go to the places of noted world history and come to my own conclusion. And if you count how many countries that America has invaded, you have to first determine who is calling it an invasion, as some of the "know it all" folks maintain Viet Nam was not a war, only a police action, but to the 58,000 thousand Americans that were killed in the septic jungles of Nam who knew it was a WAR. Those young guys were playing baseball one day and the next day they were hit with our own "Agent Orange" after a "Whoops, sorry guys, I didn't get the right ridge". Without looking it up, my first guess of who "Invaded" the most, I would vote for the Brits, and remember seeing a wide variety of Roman cement flower pots that were brought over to the British Isles, once the Romans did their duals with many of our old relative's. Although people from various countries maintain that Mexico have been Mexicans, it is quite different if you had the chance to talk with Geronimo, who wasn't like Chief Cochise, but a great warrior for the Apache Indian. The Paleface riding horses and pulling wagons with cannons; dynamite and food could not keep up with Geronimo and his 75 Clansmen's, holding the United States Army Cavalry at bay for a long time. If you look closely, South America; Central America and what we now call Mexico, were the people who Invaded those areas by the Spanish Conquistadors. They were being funded by the Romans. Father Meersman, who I had the pleasure of meeting when he was the Prison Chaplain at the Point of the Mountain, maintained the Catholic Church was only interested in having the Natives get to know Christ and join that church. But of all the gold that was found, it was split up with the Vatican and Spain. If you take a trek down to San Antonio, I found many "Missions" or Cathedral's that Catholics own and have weddings in, but it was built by the Mayans and other Ancient "slaves." I paid a guide to take me to a "Special Cathedral" where some of the female slaves were held if they became pregnant, but won't go into more detail at this juncture. Apache Chief Cochise wanted peace with the Pale Face, and Geronimo was a peaceful man.....until 1838! That is when Mexican troops invaded the Apache land and brutally assaulted, then killed his mother; wife and 3 children of Gokhlayeh, who then changed his name to Geronimo and raised havoc. He and his band of brothers ran into the area where the Troops were and slaughtered many Mexican troops. The Apache became infamous for striking fast and furious and took on 5,000 U.S. Troops, often laying under the dirt covered wagon trails, and after they past overhead, the Braves rose up and did their killing, one wagon at a time. The Apache Nation had Geronimo to lead his 75 warriors against the Two Infantry Generals. But Geronimo decided to surrender in 1886, as Washington D.C. promised they could go back to their own land, but a promise made isn't always carried through, as they hauled the Apache's off to Florida, but eventually he and his guerrilla bands were returned to Ft. Sill, Oklahoma. Residents of Nephi complained about the small planes & Helicopters flying over the homes on Nebo Heights. Now they fly loud and low and I lost the phone number to Geronimo, who died in 1909, who fell off a horse into a puddle of rain water; got pneumonia and died. 

ANYBODY REMEMBER THE JOE AND ELLEN GARRETT FAMILY OF NEPHI, UTAH

• If you are a newbie to Juab County, you outta make an effort to learn about this family. If you are an Oldie Goldie, you will remember Joe & Ellen and their kids, and if you kick in your Medulla Oblongata, you will also remember the parents of Ellen of Moroni, then Nevada, but always knew great music and great horses. Joe's parents were Rob and Erma Garrett of "The Serv" in Nephi. With the help of brain scrambling with the old man I saw in the mirror, I wanted to put their names up, as it is fun to look at the computer and watch the Rural Utah Cowboys excel in the genuine sport of Rodeo, and our rodeo will be here quicker that Charles Lindbergh's flight to Paris! Joe was born on the Garrett Farm, in the old cabin that still remains. When Joe headed to Moroni as a young Stud, he caught the attention of Marian Anderson, and Joe -who always had a joke or a line for your smile, saw this Sanpete beauty, he stood like a paralyzed Buck staring in headlights. I am trying to remember the dancing facility, as my Dad used to hang out there, and it may have been called the Bungalow, but it is "brain fog" hour, so not sure. Anyway, they got hitched and moved into the farm cabin when Rob and Erma moved up to the motel type shacks behind the Serv. Ellen put her foot down(yes she knew how to control Joe when needed) and took their baby Marian and started walking the two miles up 7th North. Joe finally went and brought her back on the Tractor, and fixed up the Chicken Coop of Bishop A.E. Smith, and with stepped up improvements thereof, that is where they stayed until Joe was hit with a painful Cancer and passed away, with the small close knit town that Nephi used to be-it was a very sad time. It was Joe, his son Bob and other local guys that worked their hind off for the Ute Stampede with no tax dollars. Ellen didn't miss church, and if Joe went to Church or a wedding reception, he would put on his new pair of Bibs. Ellen held on til she made it to 100 years old, and she was ready to be beamed up, I found joy to visit her and fetch her last supper. She wanted a small cone of ice cream tipped upside down in a cup and I helped her with it. I could feel it was the last time, and I told her it wouldn't be long, and sure enough after her daughter-Marian and Bob visited, she said her final good byes. As she grew up with music, attending about every Concert, Opera and program in North Sanpete, Ellen's mother would indoctrinate her with music and Ellen became the Sunday School Organist for church at age 12 years old, then continued in the LDS North Ward, then the 3rd and 4th Wards. That first day she played in the Moroni Church may be remembered for ions of time. The old pump organ they had coughed and wheezed, emitting a few notes from the hymn book and from other places unknown! Ellen didn't stop, but kept it up and soon became a great organ and piano player at church; weddings and funerals. While she was doing all of that she also worked for J.C. Penny of Nephi; Thermoid and then at the Agricultural Stabilization Conservation Office, which was in the offices above Parkin Motor(in their old place). With her help, it was citied as the best run AC office in Utah. Their daughter-Marian came along in 1935, but she was first called "apple blossom baby" but later legalized as Marian. She liked men in Uniforms, so when that Fountain Green Mikkelson Army guy returned from the upfront soldier of the Korean War, Gene wanted to attend every Ute Stampede, and at first, he was coming over to visit her and Joe said "Hey, the Ute Stampede is only once a year not evert dam weekend! Joe eased up when Gene and Marian got married and started to help Joe with farm work. They had a baby girl, but she soon died and I was too young to figure out that even us humans died. My parents tried to explain it, as I had a hard time with it. I thought it only happened to non humans! Joe was heavily involved with civic matters including the Ute Stampede and Nephi City Council, and his son Bob did both of that, but could sound out the truth a little louder than what Bob or I could, but somewhere along the line, we couldn't make good sense out of stupid nonsense.  We will have the Spirits of Cotton Rosser and Joe Garrett to entertain us at the Ute Stampede. Yes, the 4 nights is for you and your Kin. Just don't ask for use of the elevator, as it doesn't have brakes and you may find yourself floating on the soft, puffy clouds above. But always be ready, and able to rise when your bell rings, and enjoy the great Steeds of Joe Garrett of  yesteryear.
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LIKE IT OR DEAL WITH IT AS BEST YOU CAN-IT IS VOTE OR NO VOTE TIME.

Yesterday, I  had a delightful discussion with a candidate for re-election as a Juab County Commissioner. It was after my brother Hal and I returned from fishing in American Fork Canyon, so it was a good break. And that Canyon is still beautiful, but had as many stupidos speeding up and down there, it was almost like trying to drive up Track Street for a slow "Bish Belliston" drive! If you are new to Nephi or Juab County-for Hell Sakes, get to the DUP Museum and get to know your new area, or just go back to where you came from. No, I am not a part of the "Welcome Here Committee" and when I  was called upon years ago and asked if their was in fact plenty of water in Juab County, I told them "Never has been" as they had been told by  "selected" local leaders their was plenty of water here!  Anyway, I told yesterday's visitor he had my vote, as he is one of the few of any politicians in D.C.  or right here in Ute Stampede County, Utah that are worth anyone's vote. I told of how most of the Politician's I have dealt or worked with over 46 years are giant liars who are NOT interested in local citizens, but only themselves as they are in love/lust with money and hiring friends or family, but I re-informed this present Commissioner I truly admired him when I was on the Nephi City Council, as I thought their was only one other Council Member that was honest, and regardless of how I said "Out Loud" that we have Liars among us. After a little pushing on my part, I soon realized I shouldn't have taken over as a "Tricky Interrogator", like what I used to do for 42 years, I immediately sensed that Marty was as I expected-one honest man with respect for those Pioneer Forefathers buried at both of our cemeteries'. He told me how he went against the grain and voted "NO" on a matter, and "Voted to Table" on another. I quickly told him if a politician is going to vote Yes on everything, they are not doing any good as a politician. He knew that and after I said I would vote for him, even if he didn't take some fish home. He asked if I would still vote for him and I said "Dam Rights, because I could feel your honesty and integrity". He passed my test well enough, that whoever reads this.....I give my total support for Marty. When I was on the Nephi Council back then, three other Council Members- seldom voted along with me, as they often had what appeared as gross "Conflict of Interest" and on one occasion the City Attorney agreed with me, as it involved himself representing Nephi City and Juab School District, as that was during the time the School and the City were joining forces to build the "Hive", which now has become a sore spot for the residents nearby, as Hive visitors have been parking where they shouldn't and moving cars and trash barrels repeatedly. I informed the folks that spoke to me to have all of them go before the City Council as it was their job to take parking into consideration, then if that doesn't work, make a joint lawsuit against the City and the School! Often times, Council folks and Commissioner's rely on whatever the Manager/Administrator tells them, but often times those people-unlike what President Teddy Roosevelt did - he went out and talked, worked with and saw what other people did. He was one tough character, being shot once in the chest on the campaign, and although bleeding, that "Bull Moose" continued his speech.

                         

                                                            MARTY IN THE MIDDLE

IT IS NOW JUNE 1, 2026, WHICH IS NOW THE FIRST DAY OF SUMMER!

ACCORDING TO THE NORTONVILLE, UTAH FARM GAZETTE, TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF SUMMER IN UTAH. SO IF YOUR APPLES, PEARS AND CHERRIES FROZE, NEVER FEAR, AS WE HAVE PLANTED SOME NORWEGIAN WATER PLANTS THAT CAN GIVE YOU A POCKETFULL OF FLAVOR. IN A WAY, WE DON'T LIKE TO SEE MAY PASS US BY, AS IT SEEMS TO ME THAT WE OUGHT TO DO MORE DEDICATION TO ALL WHO SERVED IN ANY CAPACITY IN OUR MILITARY. SO IF YOU THINK AS I DO(WHICH IS DANGEROUS), I HAVE THREE FRIENDS WE WOULD LIKE TO ADD TO YOUR LIST OF HERO'S. WE ARE NOT SURE WHOSE HOME IS BEHIND THEM, SO DIG DEEP IN YOUR PAST AND LET THE WORLD KNOW. THE PHOTO WAS BORROWED FROM THE FAMILY OF KEN ZABRISKIE. KEN'S WIFE WAS RUTH ZABRISKIE, DAUGHTER OF UNCLE HY TOLLEY, WHO WAS THE SON OF GUN AND ALSO THE SON OF WM. FISHER TOLLEY. IF MY BRAIN WILL WORK FOR A FEW SECONDS, ELDEN WAS ONE OF THE NEPHI COAL VENDORS LIVING DOWN BY THE DANGEOUS BRIDGE BY THE FOOD BANK, AND WHERE THE EVAN HARRIS FAMILY LIVED,  AND YES NEPHI CITY HAS BEEN WARNED AND WARNED THAT IF ANY TYPE OF ACCIDENT OCCURS THERE, THE CITY "COULD AND WOULD" BE HELD LIABLE. WE ARE NOT REALLY SURE THE WHO AND THE WHERE ABOUTS OF JAY OLDROYD, BUT THAT COULD BE RELATED TO GOLDEN OLDROYD, WHO WAS FROM FT GREEN, AND TRIED TO TEACH SCHOOL TO SOME OF THE WILD KIDS IN GRADE SCHOOL AT THE CENTRAL SCHOOL. HE AND HIS NEW WIFE ALSO RAN THE MOTEL THAT IS NOW HIDDEN FROM VIEW, BUT SOMEHOW HAS FOLKS THAT CAMP OUT THERE. TRACY BOOTH WOULD TELL US THAT ELDON SPENT A LITTLE TIME IN FRANCE DURING WORLD WAR TWO AND FELL IN LOVE WITH A "UNE BELLE FILLE" AND BROUGHT HER HOME TO NEPHI, OR SO WE HEARD. JAY AND KEN APPEAR TO BE IN ARMY TYPE CLOTHING. SO FILL IN THE BLANKS IF YOU ALL KNOW, AND NEVER, EVER FORGET OUR VETERANS, EVEN THOSE GALS THAT WENT TO WORK BUILDING THE ARMS AND AIRPLANES. SELDOM DO WE GIVE CREDIT TO THE THOUSANDS OF WOMEN THAT DID THE WORK, AND FROM WHAT GARY B. JONES TOLD US YEARS AGO. " YOU WON'T FIND ANY GUY THAT CAN KILL AND CLEAN A TURKEY BETTER THAN RUTH TOLLEY ZABRISKIE" AND THE ONLY SON OF KEN ZABRISKIE SINGS FOR THE HAPPY CAMPERS AT THE LAUREL GROVES ASSISTED LIVING IN NEPHI. 

ONE MORE STATISCAL POINT IF YOU ARE IN THE MOOD. I DON'T KNOW WHERE ALL THE COMPUTER HITS COME FROM, BUT AS OF TODAY, WE BROKE OUR OWN MONTHLY RECORD FOR THOSE FOLKS THAT OPENED A BLOG. AS OF YESTERDAY, WE HAD 26,326 THAT OPENED A HISTORY BLOG AND SINCE WE STARTED TEN YEARS AGO, WE NOW HAVE 363,723. NOT SURE HOW LONG IT WILL LAST, AS THE COMPUTER "LORDS" KEEP THREATING TO SHUT ME DOWN IF I DIDN'T ADD SOME ADS, BUT AIN'T GOIN  DO IT. I CAME INTO THIS WORLD NAKED AND PENNILESS AND INTEND ON LEAVING THE SAME WAY!

THROUGHOUT HISTORY, A VARIETY OF NAMES ARE ASSOCIATED WITH "TOILETS"

 I choose not to go back to the time of the Garden of Eden, but will show a real life toilet used by myself in Great Britain a few decades ago. Nowadays, the Brits call the ones on the streets as (PC's) which stood for Public Convenience's, and they were along the streets in large cities such as London. They went straight down on the other side of where the underground trains traveled.When I was a kid in Nephi, we went up to ride the calves at Joe & Ross Garrett, but weren't allowed to use the indoor plumbing if President David O. Mckay was coming down, as it was standard procedure he stayed with the Stake President who was Ross Garrett. So, the inside restroom was spotless as their were four gals in the family, and Blake and us roughnecks had to use the outside "two holers" and couldn't use expensive toilet paper, but "Unworthy" newspapers! We still hung around the home of Ross Garrett, as to us young kids David O. McKay was the President of the LDS Church, and we had always been taught as youngster's that he was the only man on earth that was gifted with the power to directly communicate with God Himself. After a few years of walking the straight line, I began to falter, and finally arrived at this point in my stumbling, that unless I Repent with sincere effort, I just may join a never ending life of burning like the tumbleweeds we used to burn during agriculture burns, but that is another story. Back to the outdoor PC. Like my grandfather(Wm. Jones) who served on an LDS mission in the British Isles, I had his journal, and seemed to follow his footsteps, and I was now perplexed on how in the world I could flush this toilet type contraption. Before I came up with some of my own thoughts, I wondered how my brother-Medic Hal Jones survived such things on the front lines in Viet Nam, taking the place of Blair Wilkey of Nephi, who was killed a few days before. Those guys had to "improvise" and I tried to figure out the same. The TP they used was waxed paper, much like what my mother fixed our school lunches with. I was always a great believer in prayer, but thought their was more important issues to pray for. That same brother is undergoing heart surgery in the morning, so I am going to finish this story, so I can get in a more respectful place to pray for "Doc Hal" instead of this true, but unholy predicament. If you or a family member was in the 9th Infantry, if bullets from Sniper enemy didn't get them, a Pumjoi stick may. They were set up by the enemy and once a GI tripped the string, a stick covered with dog or human excrement would spring up and take them down. Medics like Hal could detect them and the foot soldier would follow his medical advice more than a Lt., as they didn't learn Viet Gong Guerrilla warfare in Officers School. At the "One Holer" I finally found a chain which I pulled and down the pipe ran rain water and opened the trap door. That was not like home, but better than going to a Viet Nam Outhouse, where there was one hole like an "Outhouse" where one would lean up against the wall; bend the knees and let it fly. I stood at the doorway for females to protect the privacy and then gave the person a squirt of disinfecting cleanser. The guy who invented the pictured toilet is "Sir John Crapper" and thus we get the nicknames. Okay, now go flush!