Dear Weston, Hal, Gary and Jaynette Dec. 25, 1995
I thought this may be a great time to send my Christmas cards, as I run out of the 10 cent stamps. The good thing was that their 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 that 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 still 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 road because of all the gold that ain't there anymore, but "creature's" in the night. He said me may not be down for Dad's Birthday, but will try to make it for the Alma Jones Trek in March, 1996. If everybody is in an agreement, I will lead you down to Cedar City and that area for the weekend. Those who are traveling to Nephi, we could stay the first night in the Bates motel here in Nephi on the first friday in March, 1996. No, Judge Robertson isn't running anymore, so it has dropped a few levels, but we can fit about 6 family members to a room, with one bathroom, but just east of it, they still have a two holer John, so bring your own bug spray; TP and nosepin, unless you want to catch a death disease. The next day, we need to get up as early as John Wayne did in the big screen, as Weston sat with him on a plane to the Philippine's do make a move about Viet Nam, and got to get rolling as daylight is burning. We can choose what we want to do, put 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 trough any State Park in Utah.We will then go west young man, and stop at the Parowan Gap, which is where the Native Indians (Feremonts) 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! We will then cut across to the south and find a road to where an Indian Massacre occurred during the early days of the LDS Church.Most of the ground around where the large sign showing it is sacred area is owned by my friend, so we can do some digging to see if we find sione if the implements of the wagon train that was heading from Salt Lake to Santa Clara, which was the Southern Home of Brigham the Young. If we find a bone if any kind, we must leave in there and figure out who is offer a prayer for those that perished.The truthful thing is that a heard of bad guys were coming up from the South, and one of the Apostles was Parley P. Pratt, and they hollowered 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 we found where John D, Lee was buried in Panguitch. I think I am out of space so stay tuned to the Nortonville Gazette for the next edition.
Kent, son of Alma, from the land of Nephi
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