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Show Page Two - The Pyramid October 13, 1993 - nm m I must be nuts (0DM A Penny Keep tradition Letters "Boy this gun is getting Elder W. Burke Whitman, son of Clair and Roslie Whitman, has recently returned from serving in the Canada Calgary Mission. He will speak in the Moroni Third LDS Ward at the Wales Chapel Sunday, Oct. 17, at 9:30 a.m. Deanna Pate completes literacy training Deanna T- course completed a offered by Literacy Volunteers of America Wasatch Front, which enables her to train volunteers to tutor school children. One of only 18 people chosen statewide to participate, Pate is the only Master Trainer in the Sanpete School District who will train and advise volunteers.'!' She was graded outstanding ini her presentation for the training;, program. 32-ho- ur letters. George Presley F-2- 9 158155 100 Warrior Lane Bessemer, AL 35023 VFW offers scholarship program to area youth MT. PLEASAN- T- "Students win more than awards and scholarships when they participate in the VFW Voice of Democracy Scholarship Program," said VFW Post 9276 Commander Ray Dodge in discussing the annual audio essay program conducted by the Veterans of Foreign Wars and its Ladies Auxiliary. Sanpata'i Leading Newspaper THE PyRHOlID (USPS 365-580- ) Published Weekly at Mt. Pleasant Utah, 84647 49 West Main Street Telephone: FAX: 462-21- 462-245- 34 9 Publisher Craig Conover Penny Hamilton Managing Editor Lynda Grover Shirley Christensen Associate Editor Sports Editor SUBSCRIPTION RATES (In Advance) $18peryear-50- ( per copy $21 per year outside Sanpete County CORRESPONDENTS Fairview, Shirley Christensen ... 462-287- 5 Moroni, Barbara Gordon 462-213- 4 Ftn. Green, Jessie Oldroyd ....... 445-342- 2 Wales, Colleen Lamb 436-880- 8 Snow College Dean O'Driscoll Photographer, Hollee Anderson 462-313- 1 POSTMASTER: Send change of address to The Pyramid, 49 West Main Street, Mt. Pleasant, UT 84647. Second class postage paid at Mt. Pleasant, UT and additional mailing offices. me to the top (or bottom) of the hill, but of getting me, a would think it was an omen. For the second time in as many trips to the mountains this year, I had to be rescued. Only this time Paul was with me, and this time it wasnt our vehicle that malfunctioned, it drive truck was a left specifically for us to join our son, Matt, and his family at their elk camp to celebrate our grandsons birthday Friday. We were only at the camp about an hour. It either rained or snowed the entire time. We thought the hardest part of the trip was the ascent to the camp over a well worn rocky road almost totally reclaimed by the forest. We were wrong. On the way down the hill, the truck coughed, shuddered and died, leaving us in utter darkness and stranded in a snow shrouded landscape. Attempts to revive the vehicle were hampered by a lack of tools and light (Paul had only a key chain screwdriver and a butane lighter, which was of little use when the remedy involved removing and cleaning the fuel line). heavy," a two-gall- four-whe- el MT. PLEASAN- great city and, if you print this letter, I feel there is a chance that some of my people or someone who may know them will see it and write to me. I have no one to write to and no one to write to me. If there is anyone out there who doesnt know my family or me but would like to share a smile from time to time, Ill be happy to answer all I complained. "Its Paul little farther," just would say. "Just over the next thermos, ridge." Now in our family, gun, lunch, binoculars, sleeping that is a joke. With Paul its bag, assortment of kids, etc., always just over the next etc. ridge , or just around the next Get the picture? I dont bend (depending on whether remember ever getting a deer were lost in the mountains or or elk on those trips, but the riding in the car). views were fantastic. There were a lot of ridges Those were great times for to get over that day and all all of us and have become part brought me anticipation of a of the memories our children quest completed and despair remember best about growing from unrealized expectations. up. Its also contributory to At one point I was dangling our trip up the mountain last from a rock ledge trying to week for a birthday party in a decide if I could negotiate snowstorm. changing the hand which Our kids are just as drawn carried the rifle without losing to the mountains as we are, my balance. Exhaustion was and it wasnt the first snowwinning over my storm weve encountered. Its fear of heights. probably not going to be the was beating so heart My last either. hard that I was aware of its Anyway while waiting in sound in my ears more than the truck last week for help to the pressure in my chest. I no come or Pauls decision to longer could breathe. I was so walk out, I thought about a thirsty that my tongue was now mountain trip just the two of too big for my mouth. And us took shortly after we moved getting my legs to bend and here nearly 20 years ago. straighten up with the weight Its what probably addicted of my body was simply no me to Sanpete. longer a possibility. been We had already I rested my face against the around Millars Flat and up side of that mountain and Scad Valley to Spoon Creek thought, "I must be nuts." Paul announced he was While thus when engaged in trying Fortunately, another travgoing to take me on "Big to decide to trade hands with eler to the same camp, was East." As I recall it was during the also having a gun or fall off the mouna deer hunt. As usual I was and tain, Paul (who was a 100 feet experience a 0 (which I never or so ahead of packing he to Actually, me) called out, help. stopped fired). "You can make it, its just didnt have much choice as we Big East was a formidable over the next ridge. Honestly, were blocking the tiny access He told he how his I can see the mountain. through the dense foliage. top." had uncle logged that area When expertise failed to From the somewhere, years before when he was a strength came. I mustered up revive the truck the men child and of the logging camps the managed to get it safely off the energy I needed, left the he had visited. in the hand which carried road and we were transported It was kind of a pilgrimage gunand coaxed back to civilization. my weary body it, least I didnt have "to" 'W for him, back to a time when back to life. : ;;'-vThis time, the top was just "'suffer through this onegalone. ' "things were! simple and a lot of family members were still around the next ridge, and as I And no, the rescuer wasnt the alive. It sounded like an stumbled to sheriff. my knees and But it is reminiscent of adventure and being game for gasped for air at the summit of other adventures in the mounthe Big East, a terrifying most anything I went along tains and reminds me why I him. with thought began to haunt me. "How was I going to get love it here so much. NotThe climb was gentle at There was no way I down? stands were first. withstanding being stranded, I Aspen think was of anywhere Id cant going to assault that pointed out as good deer mountain wait rather than rather be. again if I had to stay habitat, but there for the rest of my life." I guess Paul and I have for the deer we began our I expressed my When ascent. hiked or climbed over most of concern to Paul, he laughed. About the time the aspen these mountains and I know "Dont worry, Honey," he were replaced by sharp rocks them like old friends. We "You wont have to go I said. stands wild and realized rose too to were usually busy back down the mountain the we were really climbing. The schedule an adventure any time same way. Theres a road right of the year other than the trail, which did nothing more " the to than over here mountain annual hunts, so my fond cling And the view was memories are not only of the side, was no more than 18 it And inches wide. was of steep. physical conquests getting If I didnt know better, I Pate, Mountainville, successfully Former resident wants to regain Sanpete ties 20-ye- ar th by Penny Hamilton Tradition becomes more important to many of us as we grow older. Those same traditions that we may have even made fun of in the impatience of youth become more sacred in our memories as we progress through the different stages of our lives. Our rites of passage are seldom as profound as those experienced in high school. For some, friendships, school spirit and activities help provide a springboard toward bright futures; for others, high school memories may be some of the only comforting reflections in lives that didnt turn out as hoped. The old North Sanpete High School fight song was recently resurrected after an unwelcome absence because of its traditional value. Yet, the powers that be have again taken it upon themselves to make "change:" this time in the school colors. Many people have commented recently on the breaking with tradition in the inclusion of black on the North Sanpete High School Hawks and Lady Hawks uniforms. Sports reporters have complained that the black football jerseys prevent them from crediting a participant with a play because the red numbers dont provide enough contrast for them to read. The cheerleaders uniforms are basically black with some red and white trim. The girls volleyball teams wear black shorts with red and white shirts or, in some cases, pink and white since the red wasnt colorfast. What happened to the traditional white on red, or vice versa, that readily set the Hawks apart? Its amazing how unreceptive Hawk alumni have been to the "change" in the old school colors. The traditional red and white symbolizes their years at North Sanpete and this departure is most unwelcome. Like handing down a family Bible, passing traditions from generation to generation gives us a feeling of continuity in a rapidly changing society. We get a feeling that something of us will survive long after were gone. While this departure from tradition wont have a profound effect on the alignment of the planets, red and white have been the official school colors and they should be the basis for all uniforms representing the mighty Hawks. Dear Editor: I am writing to you because I lived in Mt. Pleasant when I was very young. My family moved when I was in second grade. A few months after we moved, my mother and father were killed in an accident and I was placed in foster homes until I reached age 16. I am, now, in the Alabama Prison system serving a sentence for the crime of theft of property. I believe some of my family may still be in or around this 's-wor- late-nig- ht four-wheel- well-establish- in 30-3- According to Dodge, some of the fringe benefits include increased and poise, experience in communicating with others and valuable training in For the state winners, there is also the broadening experience of Annual fall tour set for Oct. 16 ce Deanna Pate n. a tour of Washington, D.C., and the opportunity to make lasting friendships with other state winners. five-da- y National winners are chosen from among the state winners and receive a total of over $88,500 in scholarships, with a $20,000 first place award. Participants write, then record audio a three- - to essay expressing their views on " "My Commitment to America. Entries must be submitted to the principals offices of students respective high schools or Wasatch Academy by November 15 where theyll be collected by VFW members. five-minu- te In the 46 years that the VFW and its Ladies Auxiliary have been involved with the program, more than 6 million high school students have participated. "One of the greatest benefits to young people who take part in the program is that by thinking, writing and speaking up for their country, they gain a better appreciation of their obligation and freedom in America," Commander Dodge said. Fountain Green Lucille Jensen spent a few days in Salt Lake visiting Fern Morley, and Brenda and Gordon Miller who recently moved there from Canada. Crib corner MT. PLEASAN- T- Recent births at Sanpete Valley Hospital include: Oct. 1, a girl to Lance and Daun Griffin of Ephraim. Oct. 4, a boy to Jeffrey and Janiel Sego of Mt. Pleasant. Oct. 4, a girl to Jerry and Paige Allen of Manti. Oct. 7, a boy to John Michael and Colleen Stewart of Mt. SPRING CIT- Y- The Sanpete County Historical Society annual fall tour has been set for Oct. 16 and will center on points of interest in Spring City. Last years tour visited Fair-vieand Mt. Pleasant. This years events will be open to the interested public and will begin in the Spring City Ward Chapel at 10 a.m., with lunch served at noon. Historic sites will be visited after lunch. For fee information and reser1 or vations, call Kay at Nadine at w 462-221- 283-423- 5. ATTENTION STATEMENT OF OWNERSHIP MANAGEMENT AND CIRCULATION (Required by Section 3685 Title 39, United States Code) IA. I Title of Publication: The Pyramid Publication Number: 365-58- 0 Date of Filing: 30 September 1993 Frequency of Issue: Weekly No. of Issues Published Annually: 52 A. B. Annual Subscription Price: $21.00 4. Location of Known Office of Publication: 49 West Main St. MC Pleasant, Sanpete County, Utah 84647-132- 7 Location of Headquarters of General Business Offices of the 5. Publishers: Same 6. Publisher: M. Craig Conover: 161 S Main Springville, UT 84663 I Editor: Martin Conover, 161 S Main, Springville, UT 84663 Managing Editor: Penny Hamilton, 49 W Main, Mt. Pleasant, UT IB. 2. 3. 84647 7. The owner is: Pyramid Publishing Co., 49 West Main, Mt. Pleasant, UT 84647. Stockholders that own one percent or more of the outstanding stock in that corporation are: M. Craig Conover, Springville, Utah 84663 Harold Mitchell, Springville, Utah 84663 Koleen Peterson, Cedar City, Utah 84720 8. Known Bondholders, Etc.: None ;j 9. 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