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Show 2 jfe October 27, 2010 L great folks who have gone on recently. On a happier note, this weekend is Halloween and that is a great holiday for children as well as adults. Some older folks have as much fun dressing up for Halloween as kids do. I think that is great. My husband's birth-day was October 26 and we also have one of our young-er granddaughters whose birthday is right on Hal-loween. However, this one coming up is special as she will be turning eight and so her baptism will soon fol-low and that is another very special day. When I was a kid, Hal-loween was one of the great holidays of the year, almost right up there with Christ- - by Marcella Walker A couple of weeks ago the Pleasant Grove Good Sams Happy Hoboes Club spent their last summer camping trip for this year together at East Bay in Springville. We had a wonderful time and the weather was great. Then last week we re-ceived a phone call telling us that one of our own had passed away unexpectedly. Wayne Peay, who has been a member of the club for a long time, was gone suddenly. Wayne was a great man with an excellent sense of humor and he was a lot of fun to be around. I talked to him earlier this summer and he was telling me about him and Geraldine, his wife, visiting several different camping ar eas in Arizona and California last winter and how much fun they had in the sunny climes. I was envious. Wayne was a good man, hard working and lots of fun. We will miss him. This past year has seen several people we were close to pass away. My sister-in-la- Jerry's sister, Delia Da-vis, my brother's wife and my sister-in-la- Thea, plus a few others. Just a year and one half ago our daughter-in-la- Chris, died unexpected-ly. But my father's sister, my Aunt Jennie, is 92 and still doing well. We visited her in Oregon this summer and she was quite chipper. Well, I didn't mean to get off on a sad subject, but a lot of people in' Pleasant Grove will miss Wayne and other mas and your birthday. We made our trick-or-tre- at can-dy last as long as we could and sometimes we almost made it to Christmas when we got another "sugar high" with what Santa left in our stockings. Thoughts From The Garden . . . by Tonya LeMone If you don't know where you are going, any road will lead you there... I am not a traveler, never have been and may never become one. I am very happy on my own little half acre plot of land. Anything unusual or interesting can easily be found about 30 steps out my French doors. So, why exactly do people travel? And, the bigger question is, why do they take road trips? On a road trip the intention is to not know where you are going or when you will be home, or where you will be sleeping or eating. The only sure thing you do know is that you have no expectations and with that comes little or no disappointments.... sounds kind of fun! About five years ago I agreed to such an adventure, so off we went heading north to the Pacific Northwest... ..a return to our homeland. It was just the two of us, two' suitcases, a stack of cassette tapes and the old Range Rover. We had instantly become a couple of hippies, no destination other than northward and no phones to answer uniess we really wanted to, no meals to plan or cook and no schedule to keep. With all those things in our favor, we contemplated never returning. The first day into our "road trip" we were because of a fire in eastern Oregon, but much to our surprise, the detour took us right to my old hometown where I spent all my teenage years. We spent an entire day recapturing those memories of my childhood, where I graduated, where we use to go swimming, (for me sunbathing), the lane my friends and I rode horses down everyday after school, where my father and I lived, where I drove a car for the first time, and yes my first kiss. . .Oh the memories. Anyway, back to the road trip, because we were in an old Range Rover, there were a few mechanical problems along the way which resulted in my husband spending several hours of the trip in the back seat of the car. It was in no way punishment for bad behavior because he couldn't leave the seat ulone, but the seat was stuck in a horizontal position refusing to move after numerous attempts until we could get to a dealership in Seattle. Note to self: rent a new car for the next, if ever, road trip or sign up for triple-- A roadside service, or third option, leave the husband home and take one of the kids that won't play continually with the electric seat adjustments. Our final destination was one of the most unexpected beautiful destinations we could have ever made, Whidbey Island in Washington State. We stayed right on the water and could hear the waves hit the docks in the morning. We watched as yachts approached and set sail again every day. v We walked the streets of a little town lined with streetlights that had baskets of flowers so profusely in bloom that they nearly touched the ground. We visited little unique shops and found a beautiful Christmas ornament to ever remind us of our time in Whidbey. We ate dinner two nights in a row at a little intimate Greek restaurant on Main Street and sat next to the window and by candlelight we watched other mesmerized tourists as they were discovering this new found paradise. As we all know all good things must come to an end, even "road trips", so we reluctantly boarded the ferry to begin our return back home to the phones ringing the never ending responsibilities and, oh yeah to the little half-acr- e I didn't ever want to leave because it brought me all the joy I needed. "Road trips" are a good thing. You go to unexpected places, see unexpected things and have unexpected things happen, but along the journey of a "road trip" you find out the most unexpected things about yourself. Try a "road trip" soon and see what unexpected things you find along the way. You might like those unexpected things you find along the way. See you in the garden . 't I r ' VY stubborn and set on every-thing. There are so many dif-ferent ways to do things. If we are always selfish, then we are not thinking about our other's well being and happiness. We are not listening to their concerns. We are not bring-ing them what they deserve. There is room for both parties to be happy, and it all starts with putting aside selfishness and opening our human nature to other possibilities. It is not hard. It may seem so at first, and it is a continual process of growing and learn-ing, but we will always have to keep working on it. It will get easier and it will improve our lives and the quality of it. So, don't let human nature get the best of you. Learn to remember those values that by Marissa Walker Human nature can always get the best of us. Pride, envy, jealousy, all different human traits that one doesn't want, are always there. How we choose to handle them is the key. I have found on many occasions I had been selfish without even knowing it. It's so easy to fall into a routine of thinking about oneself and what one thinks, wants, and needs. It's harder to step out of yourself and look at others around you. Most of the time we don't even realize that what we did was selfish or acting with another human trait that comes from just being human. The world that we live in is full of shows, movies, music that teaches us that we are im portant, the most important. In life you have to rely on your-self and it's hard to just forget it all, to become Christlike in helping and serving others. It is more fulfilling to look outside of oneself and to try and uplift someone else's life. It is uplifting to yourself with-out you thinking that it would be to begin with. It is true that you should be looking out for yourself, but you also need to remember there is always room for error. That although we may feel we are right and that you will not budge, sometimes you just have to open your eyes to find that you are possibly in the wrong. In marriage it becomes about unity. It is coming to-gether to talk about things, to have an open mind and not be will truly better your life and improve the quality of your mind, heart, and soul. I prom-ise your eyes will be open and your knowledge expanded. You will find joy in numerous ways that you didn't know possible! "Voting" and defend against all enemies, both foreign and domestic. I took United States history from Jack Hill. This young energetic coach left no doubt about the wonderful rights AND responsibilities we had come to enjoy as Americans. The right to vote was a hard fought struggle for many, including women. I learned that over the years millions had sacrificed much to secure this right for all Americans. It was Duke Giles who put that American experience in the context of world history. I grew up in a split family. Half voted regularly for democrats and the other half regularly voted for republicans but all voted. Our neighbors, the Klemms, hosted vigorous neighborhood debates around the kitchen table about political issues. The topics ranged from road maintenance to global Communists openly marched down Fifth Avenue. College students were taking over college campuses in protest. Black Panthers were threatening to burn the America I loved to the ground. One day iron workers came down off the Twin Towers that were being built to meet protesters head on. Shortly after returning from New York City, I decided that I was not going to sit idly by so I attended my first political meeting and got a baptism of fire in civic affairs. That night Frank Mills and I were nominated to run for the city council. He was on one party and I was on the other. Both of us were elected. I thought often of my Grandfather Adamson and my Great Grandfather Bezzant who had also served on the city Ml 1 '" Y to visit with those running for office. There are some very good people seeking office and the citizens of this area have some very good people to pick from as they enter the voting booth. One thing I have never understood is voter apathy. I hope to never forget standing by my Grandfather Milton Adamson and other members of the American Legion at Memorial Day and on other special occasions. Grandpa Adamson was a veteran of World War I. They stood at attention and fired their guns in honor of their fellow soldiers who had given their last full measure of devotion that this nation might live. On those special occasions stories were told about various family members and others in the community who had served in the military. Some remained silent about their service. Others spoke openly about the horrors they had faced. It was a bitter struggle to lower the voting age to 18. Prior to this, young men and women entered the military service without even the right to vote but still they were asked to sacrifice their very lives for the country they loved and swore to protect by Mark Bezzant Beautiful Fall colors are gracing our lovely communities. The Fall colors in the mountains have been spectacular. Most everyone has their apples picked and the last cutting of hay is all bailed and in the barn. Already there has been "frost on the pumpkins" in the valley. Much cooler temperatures are signaling that winter is just around the corner. Already snow has graced the top of Mt. Timpanogos during recent storms. The other night there was a meet the candidate night in the Manila area and outside of official political party officers just a handful of residents came affairs. Mr. Klemm's family came from Germany and they were never casual about voting each November. Being on the high school and college debate team intensified my interest in local, national and global issues. It didn't matter if it was sunny, raining or snowing. I grew up understanding that being an informed voter and voting was a RESPONSIBILITY not to be taken lightly. While living in New York City during part of the Vietnam War, I gained a new appreciation for the values I had been taught as a youth. council. My Great Grandfather Mark Bezzant traveled across stormy seas and had walked all the way to Utah as a boy because he wanted to live in America and grow up in Zion. How dare I mock his sacrifice by only talking about rights and not assuming responsibilities? How dare I mock my Grandfather Adamson 's service by simply focusing on pleasure and not duty? The list could go on and on. 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