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.
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