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Show 1 TIMES Submit a Guest Editorial or Opinion at our office, located locat-ed at 538 South State in Orem. Deadlines are Monday 10:00 a.m. All submissions are subject to editing lor length, and The Orem-Geneva Times reserves the right to publish or not lo publish a submission. mom Page A2, Thursday, October 23, 2003 (Editorial) COMMENTARY & Q tq Jl ' V Dear Editor, The mayor of Salt Lake City, Mr. Rocky Anderson, makes me want to live there. Not because of the things he has clone "FOR" the city, but "AGAINST" it. If I lived there, I would be part of a political force to oust him from office. I would strongly campaign for others to rise off their lazy boy recliners and vote in someone who truly has the best interest inter-est of the voters in mind. Why do I feel this way? There isn't a newspaper large enough to list all my concerns, but I will say this. On one hand, Rocky says how he values val-ues culture, diversity, and wants what's best for Salt Lake City. On the other hand, when things don't go his way he blames the LDS church for it. Rocky, ask yourself this. What is the prevailing prevail-ing predominate religious reli-gious culture in Utah? Who settled Utah? Why did they come to this area? With all of that said, now ask yourself this. How does our political politi-cal system work? Is it not the power of the people by the people? The people vote, Mr. Anderson. The people voted in your city council. A city council you must work with, not forced upon you by the church as an institution, but by the culture created creat-ed by it being here in this wonderful state. With your own political philosophies, you should understand this simple concept. Stop blaming the church (as an institution) institu-tion) for your failures, but rather wake up to the reality that this is the religious culture of this area. If you really believe in protecting and preserving pre-serving a culture then you need to show it. L. Richard Heward A grandson of Mormon Pioneers Spanish Fork, Utah The Utah Valley Elder Quest of the Center for Lifelong Learning at Utah Valley State College is comprised com-prised of some 200 local Senior Citizens, many of whom are involved in recalling and writing down their memories and life experiences, such as the one presented here. 6wt de duett Memwiea PH1LIJS M. HANSEN Two of my sons are real hunters. They hunt deer, elk. ducks, bear, bison, an cougar. I love the thrill of the hunt myself. My father was a great hunter and he was also a great storyteller. After each hunt we heard the stories and year and year after that, also. David lives in American Fork. Kevin lives in Phoenix. David's wife doesn't have any history regarding hunting, hunt-ing, nor will she handle, prepare pre-pare or" eat anything that was wild. S 1 get to reap some of the harvest and listen lis-ten to the great stories. I love it. One year several years ago. D.nid was going hunting hunt-ing deer in Tabiona. Utah, lie thought it would be fun to take roe with him and a couple of my little grandsons, grand-sons, Brandon and Landon, ages about 8 years. They thought that would be lots of fun too. We left very early in the morning. The air was crisp and clean. The sun was just peeping over the mountains. They were fun to have with us. The little boys were full of curiosity and excitement because they got to go on another "Grandma Adventure", and this time with Uncle Dave, also. The weather was gorgeous. gor-geous. The colors of fall were observed and commented on all the way to Tabiona. Another friend of David's was driving his truck so Dave would have a hunting companion. It was a pretty long drive so we sang Primary songs, listened to Uncle Dave's stories. The time went by very fast. I had never been to Tabiona before and I couldn't find it again if I tried. We headed for the hills and David seemed to know right where he was going even if he hadn't had-n't ever been there either. Men have a way of communicating commu-nicating with each other about those things and it usually works out just fine. About 8:30 a.m. we pulled into a little flat area in a heavily wooded area of the scrub oak. We had a bag of snacks, a peanut butter and jam sandwich, some packages of fruit drink for each of us, and some brown licorice, and some good card games the boys enjoyed. It was hunting season so it had been decided that we stay in or near the truck at all times. It hadn't been too long since I had both knees replaced so I wasn't much for a hiker anyway. They young boys were delightful to be with and they enjoyed each other and on this "adventure" with Grandma. They each came from different differ-ent families so it was a treat to spend a day with a cousin who was about the same The Orem-Geneva Times 538 South State Street Orem, UT 84058 An edition of The Daily Herald, Pulitzer Newspapers, Inc. 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David headed out with his shells and gun, orange jacket and his friend and they said they would be back in a few hours, likely about noon or shortly after, depending if they had any luck. We were anxiously anticipating hearing the boom, boom of a gun and watching them come back carrying their trophies sometime soon. In the meantime we spent our time well. My family loves to play card games. I have the role of teacher of card playing in my family when the children chil-dren are very young. We played and laughed and played some more. Children learn at a very early age in my family some very valuable valu-able lessons when you play cards: How to win, and how to lose, be good sports, and not to be called that dreaded dread-ed word "rubberneck" if one peeks into anther's hand. We had several different games so we could have nice variety. We also played the old game "Paper, Scissors and Rock". The snacks helped the time pass, too. One thing about this grandmother grand-mother that all of my grandchildren grand-children enjoy is that I love brown (chocolate) licorice, and I nearly always have a package with me when we get together for any occasion, occa-sion, large or small like this one. The children never eat it at their home. But because Grandma just loves the stuff, they do too. We downed that entire package, the three of us, in on time at all. After a while we heard the sound of guns going off and we perked up and looked around for a little while hoping this was "it". When no one showed up we went back to having a good time together. About 10:30 I looked up and I said, "Sh, sh - look out of the window to the left." They sat up and turned quickly and there were four beautiful doe leisurely walking between the scrub and the truck. Actually they were pretty close to us. We were awestruck for a long moment as we watched them while they took their time. They seemed rather nervous, but they weren't in a hurry. One always was on alert, looking around, while the others browsed a bit. The looked out doe alternated alternat-ed among the group. They were beautiful to watch. Each of us sat transfixed and watched for a long time. It seemed like a long time, anyway. Then we began to whisper among ourselves making comments about what we were seeing. "Gee, that one must be a mother, she is bigger." "Boy, wouldn't Uncle Dave be surprised if he could see what we were seeing." "I wonder if he has seen these deer or some others." oth-ers." "We are the ones who were having the treat." on and on, until the inevitable comment, "Wouldn't it be funny if we were the only ones to see a deer and Uncle Dave and his friend didn't' see any." What a delicious thought! The boys began to wish they were bigger and could handle a gun. Boy, They would make their Dad's and Mother's proud of them. What a thrill it would be where the deer were so close- right there by us! Gee! I loved and cherished this moment in time with these darling young boys. What a "Grandma Adventure" for all of us! In due time, Uncle Dave and his friend returned looking winded from hiking all over the hillsides and they were tired. They each had a shot but the deer were too far away and they didn't have any luck. It was fun to watch the men's faces a these young boys told them of our experience with deer. After everyone had a turn to tell his wonderful experience, experi-ence, Uncle Dave, being the good sport he is, said, "Gee, I wish I had stayed with you guys and played cards all morning and had all the fun and I could have shot my deer, too. Maybe even two. And I wouldn't even have to haul it very far." The boys laughed as they visualized the possibility of that grand thought. Gee, we had a great time on that deer hunt, all four of us! And after all there is always another deer hunt to be had some other time. i , i 1 ' . f ' 1 Timpanogos Green ' 4 1 f. STATEN ISLAND FERRY No visit to New York City is complete, without taking a voyage on the Staten Island Ferry. But the view of New York from its harbor, either by day or by night, will never be the same again without the amazing sight of the twin towers of the World Trade Center. The return of riders to the Staten Island Ferry on October 16 was a testament to the resilience of Staten Islanders. Incredible! The sign says we SAIL FREE! The Staten Island Ferry welcomes me! Of course, it costs six bucks to park my car Inside the parking lot. The walk is far To reach the dock where people wait. They all Crowd up against the door within the hall. The temperature inside is rather warm. But not quite hot enough to do one harm. All eyes are on the noisy clock. They watch The minute hand, like unrepentant spies. They sweetly smile, each time it moves a notch, Until that moment of the grand surprise! The time has come! The giant door is raised. The crowd crawls forward, like some cattle, crazed. Molasses-like, humanity flows through. I have no choice in knowing what to do. We board the ferry, like a load of ants, As someone spills a Pepsi on my pants. I find a seat and gaze across the rails At rotting harbor timbers, leaving trails. My feet are guided to the bow. The breeze Feels lovely on my face. Like Holy Grails, Bright cans of soda, offered, aim to please. The vendor runs out! Well, it never fails! A squawking seagull splats a vacant seat In searching for a scrubby scrap to eat. Some bozo's Walkman blares out acid rock. The foreign tourists struggle, now, to talk. But then, a hush falls over all the crowd. The raucous music does not seem so loud. The Lady Liberty peers through the haze. Some children cheer! A winsome woman prays. That stunning statue seems so very small To bless a hundred million people's lives; To fan the flame of Liberty for all, Here in America, where freedom thrives. Within myself, I thank France for this gift, Erected here, to welcome and to lift. The sun illuminates its golden flame; Her lighted lamp gives meaning to her name. The Staten Island Ferry sounds its horn, Each day that statue's miracle is born! A million people ply this boat to see The Lady With The Lamp. The ride is FREE! I think I never shall forget this trip To New York City. Lithe as any lass, That Lady lures me with a growing grip, As Staten Island Ferry bids me pass. How many faces, nurtured by the night! How many souls who sought to know the light! How many come from every low and high land To ride the ferry boat from Staten Island! "Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment." -Buddha DEADLINES Because of the increase of new stories & advertising SUBMITTED TO T! IE OREM-GENEVA TlMES, OUR DEADLINE FOR NEWS & ADVERTISING IS 10:00 A.M. MONDAY. ITEMS NEED TO BE BROUGHT TO THE OREM-GENEVA TlMES AT 538 South State, Orem. Entries may be edited for length and content. 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