We hope we have all of these programs in the right order, but if we don't, you can blame this writer who wrote most of it at a golden age, with no ligth except that from the fireplaced. So here goes. We think this may be be from 1984, butt who knows.
The following Founders Day Program just may have your name in it if you are from these parts, or your family names. If you just arrived, get familiar with the folks that settled this place, then you can more quickly become a local.
Anytime that we lose somebody that is close to us, we each die a little bit inside. It happens with family, friends or furry animals. The first time it happens we ask the question WHY him? He was such a good guy. After all these years I can still feel the heart ache and we often deal with it, but never get over it. Such is life. At the time of the incident, various agencies worked together to find the hoodlum we were looking for and since I knew the very area where he was killed I was involved. Ron was one of the first to try out one of the new bullet proof vests that the police were using. They were not comfortable and didn't fit the body as well as the ones they have now. My office was 7 blocks away from where Officer Heaps was killed and since we knew each other, but didn't work for the same agency, we often assisted each other in law enforcement. My personal breakdown didn't occur til a long stream of police cars followed his slain body to Alpine, which at the time, was a hidden small rural town near American Fork Canyon. I shed tears not for Ron but his widow and his small children without out their father. Sometimes life doesn't seem fair, but then I came to know that sometimes their is a reason behind all things that we are not aware of. Ron Heaps was a good cop. Funny, Friendly, and one who cared for all,. I still stand fast for all cops who stand up for all, as Ron did.
They told me in AA that the best way to get over an addiction is to first admit you have a problem, then the rest is easy. So here goes. As a teenage, I visited the football stadium of Kansas City and got hooked. Then, there was Dodger Stadium, Yankee Stadium, and I got hooked like a carp in a net. Even on a college level, I couldn't put it down and out of sight. Before remotes, I would get two TVs and a radio to listen to them all. But the obnoxious behavior of one Monday Night Football guy got to me, and helped teach me a lesson. Then came a couple years ago, when professional sports became what many called anti-American. I finally saw it for myself, even the star quarterback I had met and idolized. When he bent down on one knee, I knew his predicament. He felt obligated to join them, as the lineman often do to make the quarterback the real start. But I figured he couldn't take the guilt of doing the putting down of America and recently "retired". He was too good of an American to do what he knew was wrong. I have therefore refused to go to another professional basketball or football game or watch them on TV. It is refreshing. In going through my boxes of papers I could feel the urge to throw even the 1935 Rose Bowl parade float postcard in the fire, but for those that haven't yet realized their own addiction, I will givit to whoever wants it. We will try to show all the photos.
Yup, there are times we just can't help ourselves. I haven't watched a TV news program for almost a half century, as a lot of it is twisted truth. Same with major media papers, so I rely on GRIT, Readers Digest, and re-reading The Times News. In this edition, their are some updates you should be aware of. P.L. Benton can no longer be contacted at the Forrest Hotel, mainly because they tore that down years ago as it was blighted. It was on the southwest corner of Track and Main. You can no longer contact Ross Garrett at the Utah Poultry as that is gone too, and it is doubtful that any railroad bums are bathing in Salt Creek nearby like they used to do. The IGA building is still in place, but Chris Memmott doesn't have any groceries there. Both Bub Hepler at the UTOCO is gone, as it was on the southeast corner of Main and Track. Steve Greenwood's place of business is still there, but no new Chey's are there, but you can get a good deal of a Trailer from the White Boys. And yes, The Times News is still printing all the local news and does a heck of a good job. You can find the Maurice Chapman furniture store, but they sell used things there. The upstairs is where the secret stuff that went on in Nephi is stored from years ago, but we better not tell any of the Savings Bonds people that. Get on the good news that will last you a life time, and see how many you recognize and have fun doing it.
Well, that is what was reported in the local paper anyway. Clint Heyborne and Cody Howarth were among the winning students from Juab School District at the regional history fair, even though that was back in 1989. Not just a congratulations to them, but to teacher Sharon Kay Butterfield. And my history hat goes off to the many other students and teachers that kept history alive, and I suppose that is one of the reasons that nephew Clint Heyborne still loves all things historical today. And just yesterday, I visited with teachers Chad and Vernice Winn at the DUP Museum. They may be older than they were way back when, but they both got a knack for history and teachers are the second best thing to parents. And after looking at the ads, I am now itching to walk down the street to Vard's and get me a roast beef sandwich for10 bits. What a deal.
