Gal Pal Marian Dawson passed through the veil on Feb. 16, 2020.

It is always tough to lose somebody you truly love. Today's story is of how I lost a special girl friend with the passing of 87 year old Marian Dawson. I had only known her during the last three years she lived at the Red Cliffs Assisted Center in Nephi, Utah, but during that short time, we became pals. During our first conversation, she announced she was on hospice and given 3 months to live. That is when I told her I would help fulfill her bucket list. She really only had one left, and that was to go fishing, so off to Burraston's Pond we motated, and yes we first got her a license at 4-D where we had our first argument. She wanted only a day permit and I wanted to get her a full year. I won and so did she. Although I have fished with many, I can't recall a more enjoyable fishing companion. With only one lung left, she didn't have a lot of energy in  her frail body, so I would cast her line out. She dragged in a Bluegill, which are small, but she was so excited she held it to her mouth as if she could eat it raw. I threw it back and she cussed me like a sailor. On another leisure fishing trip, we got her a chair and had a blast as she told of her life and 42 years of working as a Registered Nurse after graduating from college in California. She even delivered a baby while working at the old Juab County Hospital, but the late arriving Doctor was the one who got credit and signed the Birth Certificate. When she landed the whopper Rainbow fish and fell down, I wasn't sure if I should giggle or call 911. She laid on the ground and kept reeling it in. Sheriff  Deputy Alan Taylor was nearby but only laughed as once before he had caught me and Ron Jones 4 wheelin in the rodeo grounds just before the Ute Stampede rodeo when Ron was 95 years old and wanted one last rough ride. On Valentines Day, I took a rose for Marian, but she was not feeling good, so it was left for her. On Saturday afternoon, I felt a dark cloud overcome my soul, and knew it was the feeling of death that I have felt before. I searched for my remaining son and frantically called family and friends during my hyperventilating drive from Salt Lake to Nephi. My sister came to check on me and thought it was me going through the cloud of death and doom. During the night, I felt calm when I checked Facebook and determined it was Marian fighting for her breath, and had passed. I was happy and gleeful for Marian, who was greeted by her son Frankie and her mother. Now Marian and April(Thelma & Louise) can sneak off like they did at Red Cliffs, and really enjoy life. Thanks Marian, "My Love Is True Sweetheart for You". Those who worked and knew her will always remember her words for life: "Got to Laugh".

Its Tax time in 1957-Is there still time to file for a rebate?

It is 1957 in Nephi, Utah. Alma and LaVon Jones are both working hard to feed five kids. Together they earned a whopping $3,169.11 for the year, with LaVon listed as a Housewife, a term you will never see anymore. Alma did part time work for Provo School District, which was fun for his kids, as they would go up and jump on the Bulldog trampoline. I was never good at math, but it appears the family should quality for a rebate. On the other hand, my folks didn't list the income of the two bits that we received to help our Dad clean floors. We neglected to do list that. And is this the proper time to ask about my grandfather, who was only paid $10 a month from the Juab County "Old Folks" pension as the FDR Social Security plan hadn't been put in to place. And it appears they may not have given the LDS church a full tithing when they needed a loaf of bread to break up for hot water and bread. Should that be reported to Bishop Bailey, or does God have a better accounting system. Oh, the things that keep us awake at night, or is just too much late afternoon coffee drinking!

John Paul Grimard(JP) of Nephi, Utah passed away early this morning.

John Paul Grimard (JP) of Nephi, Utah passed away early this morning on January 29, 2020 in Payson, Utah, following an industrial accident two years ago. He was born on April 30, 1949 in Cumberland, Pennsylvania. He was raised in Paradise, PA. by his Grandparents. He attended schools and college in Pennsylvania until he was drafted into the United States Marines and ordered to fight in Vietnam where he received battle wounds. Although he has great respect for his military brothers, he was a very personal person, and his last wishes was to decline a display of military medals and a military funeral, which will be carried out. He was a true Leatherneck.

 His passion for Harleys was contagious and enjoyed his love of riding with his family outlaws-Hal and Bonnie Jones.

He Married Jaynette Jones in Salt Lake City, Utah. With this union he gained a family he instantly connected with and truly loved and they loved him. JP worked as a crane operator for many years and was a master of his skill working in various places around the world.

He is survived by his wife, Jaynette Jones Grimard; two daughters, Kami Hansen(Matt); Samantha Clark (Chris) and three sons-Clint Wm. Heyborne, Robert E. Heyborne(Shannon) and Jarrett S. Snyder; 10 grandchildren; Brother in laws-Weston Jones(Sondra), Hal Jones(Bonnie), Kent and GB Jones. Preceded in death by his grandparents.

A viewing will be held Saturday, Feb.8, 2020 from 11:00-11:45 at Anderson Funeral Home, followed by a family graveside service at noon at Vine Bluff Cemetery in Nephi, Utah.

Juab High School-Class of 1962. Where are they now?

Many of the "Class of 62" graduates were headed for Sing Sing or to the Point of the Mountain. One did end up there, and some are still kicking(but slowly) and I took the original copy of the Clarion to big brother-Weston Jones, who is still looking for Tom Newell to party with. Some are gone, and Nyra Stanley Nielson was seen last at the Ute Stampede and I swear(and sober) she is even more beautiful than she was decades ago. Her husband didn't appreciate me asking about his health status! Some went to Viet Nam and didn't make it back. Here is the graduates in front of the old gym and see if you can find the one that is being held straight up by his buddy. Let us know, if you know, where these folks are now.

Juab High School-the Class of 1960

They were all young once, but we have lost many of our dear friends since graduation day. We presented "The Legend of Nebona" the other day, and now that we got the professional help of Megan Garrett of Livingston Photo, we can show the teachers and graduation class of 1960. If you don't recognize them, many of your family will. That was the year that all Juab were Champs. And if you look and feel it, the last photo shows the ever so mystical and magical Ora of the beautiful Nebona, waiting for her Running Deer near our Mt. Nebo.

Which is better: Tales, Dreams, Fantasy or perhaps Legends!

Not sure if they will print this, as I have had trouble with Google all day. They wouldn't accept my password, but let me in to several others. They said they are updating their security system, but sounds like they hired a hacker. Now for the real story. Those of you that have heard of Nephi/Juab High know that we call the yearbook "Nebonian" although in 1916 they came up with "Jayhawker" as that was an important machine to stack hay in the barn using two horses. Today's story is why we now call our yearbook the "Nebonian" and we will give the printed legend from the 1960 yearbook, and once Megan Garrett gets back to her job at Livingston, we will then print some of the teachers and students of long ago and galaxy ever so close.

Jay Dalley-Mt. Nebo FFA Advisor has been transferred out of here!.

"Learning To Do, Doing to Learn, Earning To Live, Living To Serve" is not just the Motto for the Future Farmers of America, but the personal motto of Jay Dalley, formally of Nephi, Utah. When he first arrived at Juab High, most of his students grew up on a farm and knew more than he did, or so they thought! I spoke to one of his 6 foot 4 inch former students the other day, who soon learned the shorter Jay Dalley was no pushover, who quickly took command of us dirt clods. After winning a State Championship at the luxury Terrace Ballroom in Salt Lake, one of us stepped on a capsule that was a stink bomb that cleared the ballroom. Jay Dalley was a funster, but some body had gone too far, and I soon found Jay picking me up by the jacket and dragged me out of there. As I sat in front of his casket the other day, I couldn't help but smile as we were two peas in a pod and I swore he turned his head and smiled back at me. Kids came to respect how he grew up fetching water from a creek to help take care of the farm and a split family. His predecessor was Jim Anderson, who had a reputation for winning all kinds of Trophies for the Mt. Nebo Chapter. That came to a sudden halt when he lost a leg in a farming accident. In came a young college greenie named Jay who soon made all of us "Greenhands" for life. In 1914, Harry Beagley then Jim Anderson and Jay Dalley taught us the difference in an udder and when to utter. I felt gratitude to be taught by all, with Mr. Beagley being a substitute teacher in the 1960's. And nobody thought this short guy named Jay could play basketball, but played for the Gunnison Bulldogs; Snow College, then at BYU with Clark Greenhalgh, where one of the games was against the National Champions from the U of U. In the 1960's, one of our fun times were for the teachers to take on the High School Basketball team(who won the State Championship in 1959 and 1960. Locals snickered when Jay took the ball at the foul line and with both hands threw underhanded and would continue to make the shot. Then came the day he tossed the ball from the opposing foul line to his teams hoop and made it. "Just Luck" they shouted, so he went back and did it again. In 1964, I thought I was the best at Roberts Rules of Order and knew how to speak clearly, being properly prepared by Mrs. Lomax and Mrs. Wankier. I was the clear shot at being the Chair for the Parliamentary Procedure Team. Mr. Dalley came and told me his secret. I wasn't going to make the team! He was saving me for the next year as we had an unbeatable team. He kept his word, and we won State again, and in total he lead others to 7 State Championships and one National Championship but there was no more room at the old high school, so the Trophies were buried at the landfill, but the memories will last forever. Every person knew where they were on Nov. 22, 1963. When I asked Gary B. Jones where he was that day, he remembered well and said "The president's assassination has forever engraved upon my mind the time-line as to when Mr. Dalley was my teacher, and serves as a reminder that good and righteous people come into our lives, and make a positive difference that will forever remain. Mr. Dalley was such a man." Like my brother said, he was our FFA Advisor, but also a personal advisor, and more than once help guide many of us, including one forever brazen kid who refused to be involved in Parliamentary Procedure. That was fine with Mr. Dalley who sentenced him to hard labor-using a wheelbarrow to help fill the High School swimming pool, which was condemned. It didn't ruin that tough kid and neither did he squeal to his respected father, as he knew the father would back up the teacher. That kid learned good work ethics which may be slipping in today's world. Jay Dalley taught the same as what JFK wrote: "A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on".