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.
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