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Show " 2 v ,JIMPANOGOS TIMES December 15,2010 rfflmmtmrnrmtmr-- 1 Ll by Marcella Walker Well, here we are again! Just a short time before Christ-mas and we still have a lot of shopping to do. I really don't mind shopping, it's just find-ing the time to get out and do it. At this time of year there is so much going on that it is hard to squeeze all the shopping in. This year we have a grand-daughter getting married shortly after the holidays and there is some planning for that to squeeze in, too. The Christmas cards have been sent which is kind of a big job because I am the one who volunteered to head up the fam-ily newsletter that has to go out each Christmas time. My cous-ins send' me letters and I type them up and put them in the cards I send out. Of course, 1 put my own family letter in and I am more talkative than many of my cousins and so mine is usually longer than the rest. However, I have one cousin who gives me a good run when it comes to length of letters. I try not to edit them any more than I have to. I usually edit mine more than anyone else. This is just to keep the cost of stamps down. I don't want to put two stamps on any one card letter with the cost of stamps be-ing what they are. I don't have any other cous-ins in the state of Utah. I do have two brothers but they don't send me anything to put in the letter so I write down their stuff with mine and let it go at that. However, I do have some cousins who have a lot of news to tell and the editing of the let-ter becomes a job. Using small-er fonts helps, too. When I see my cousins in person, which is rare, they are a'ways telling me that they are g'ad I get it done every year. I'm glad I get it done every year, too. l am actually surprised that I get it done every year. Quite a few years ago, I started a family newslet-ter sending it out every three months. At first everyone was pretty good at sending me stuff to put in it. Over the years it has dwindled down to the point where we are lucky to have the one come out at Christmas time. Some of my cousins I actu-ally see once in a while. We go to Oregon to see some because my one living aunt lives there. She is my dad's sister. The rest of my cousins live in Missouri or California. We usually see some of them in Missouri as we travel to see our daughter in Wisconsin once each year. The ones in California, we hardly ever see. Christmas is family time. It would be nice to see my cous-ins at Christmas time but that is impossible as some don't like to travel. Some actually refuse to leave Missouri for anything. Many of them are younger than I am but traveling is not their thing. Myself, on the other hand, 1 love to travel and we do quite a lot of it. Thank heavens for a good husband who likes to travel, too. If you are still writing your Christmas letters, you better hurry up because time is pass-ing very quickly. 1 only made it by a hair! Is ! i? with such charity, peace, and fun. I look forward to this Christmas although it will be bitter sweet. I look forward to having this time. I love my family. I want them to know that as this sea-son comes, I have been very blessed in my life. I have en-joyed so many wonderful times with my family. They have taught me a lot that I hope to share with my children. They have made me the woman I am today. They have been there every step of the way. Their love and relationships keep me going.- - I love them so much! I can't wait to take what they've given me and transfer that to my own family. I can't wait to start my own family after ,the holidays end."' by Marissa Walker Everyone looks forward to school ending, finals clos-ing, and Christmas! Things are coming to an end. The season is almost complete as Christmas comes. This month has flown by. This year has flown by. I can't wait for Christmas. Not only is it my favorite holi-day but signals that my wedding is soon to be. It is the most ex-citing time of my life. Wedding details are being completed, it's coming together and the excite-ment is heightening. This last weekend we spent three hours licking envelopes for invita-tions. That was an adventure. But, as school is ending and I realize it's my last Christmas z - at home, I am filled with mixed emotionsM love my family, and I have gathered so many won-derful memories. From illumi-narie- s, to reading the scripture story, to seeing my dad in the Santa hat handing out gifts on Christmas eve. The memories of Christmas pajamas and the thrill of putting them on. I re-member not being able to sleep, even as a teenager to this day, I still can't. I get up early antici-pating the morning. My favorite part of Christ-mas is gift giving. I always look forward to seeing people's faces as they open my presents I made or bought just for them with thought and care. That is the most rewarding part for me. I love Christmas day and just bonding with my family. We come together excited and do things together all day. It is a magical time and holiday filled Enjoy your time and treasure these passing mo-ments. Before you know it you could be spending your last Christmas with your family, being single. Live in the season for time passes too fast! " r'" ' "' Thoughts From The Garden . . . by Tonya Lemone Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall. Larry Wilde, The Merry Book of Christinas Christmas wasn't always celebrated the way it is today, with decorations and lights in every store window starting in October. There was a time in our history when the celebration of Christmas was banned and anyone Caught observing this holiday was given a hefty fine. An integral part of almost every Christmas celebrated is the Christmas tree. Ancient Romans decorated trees with small pieces of metal to honor the God of Agriculture. During the middle ages, an evergreen was decorated with apples and called the paradise tree as a symbol of the feast of Adam and Eve! But to any child, a Christmas tree has a certain amount of magic that causes wonderment and joy in their eyes. The first Christmas tree I remember was an aluminum tree with a wheel of different colors underneath it to constantly change the colors of the tree as the wheel revolved. We were never allowed to help decorate that tree. It was only to look at. When it was just my father and I, we had a real tree and hung ornaments from the local Woolworths store. It was a small tree but it did seem 30 feet tall to me because I not only helped pick out the tree but helped decorate it as well. Surprising to me, the first record of Christmas trees in America was in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania in 1747. An actual tree was not decorated, but wooden pyramids covered with evergreen branches were decorated with candles. The custom of the Christmas tree was introduced in the US among the German settlers in Pennsylvania and decorated with homemade ornaments. Women would spend hours quilling snowflakes and stars and sewing pouches containing secret little gifts. Until the 1800's the Christmas tree was considered only a quaint foreign custom found in the little pockets of immigrant settlements. It wasn't until 1850 that the Christmas tree had become fashionable in the eastern ' states. And, the first Christmas tree lot was opened to "the streets of New York City by Mark Carr ,who brought the trees from the Catskills. The first US President to introduce the Christmas tree to the White House was Franklin Pierce in 1876, who wanted to celebrate with a group of Washington Sunday School children. From that point on, commercialization and marketing took over the exposure of the Christmas tree and its ornaments. Germany was the first country to export their glass ornament to England, and to the United States, Today we value those priceless glass ornaments. Even though Christmas is celebrated a little differently now than when the United States was first settled, I still stand in wonderment, and get a little lump in my throat and a tear in my eye when I attend the annual tree lighting in Lindon City, I feel like I have been transformed to "Hadleyville" and the clock has stopped for a brief moment. Everything seems to move in slow motion as that "30 foot" tree becomes magical and I see it as seen through the eyes of the child 1 once was. Look upon your Christmas tree this year and reflect back to the first immigrant settlers and their humble Christmas trees and to your own childhood. Your Christmas tree may not look perfect and may be too big, too small or too thin and it certainly isn't any where near 30 feet tall to you, but in the eyes of a child somewhere it certainly is 30 feet tall. See you in the Garden "No Ordinary Man-- Part II" Y " ' 4 1 A ' Y i Legion. He directed the Manila Culinary Water Board and Pleasant Grove Irrigation Board. He was involved in the Chamber of Commerce and served on the Alpine School District Board of Education. He was President of the Kiwanis Club, etc. etc. No wonder he and Venice were selected as family of the year in Pleasant Grove and led the Strawberry Days parade in 1994 as Grand Marshals. Their service to God and country are legendary. If every person, if every family in our community cared for their home and grounds like Boyd and Venice Fugal did, this would be heaven on earth. People would flock here wanting to know more. Now his mortal remains rest beneath a large maple tree close to Monkey Town where he was born in the family home and where he learned the most fundamental lessons that would guide him throughout his life. The beautiful senior girl, who transferred from Provo to Pleasant Grove and won the heart of Boyd Fugal, will now carry on the legacy and finish her mortal journey warmed by the memories of 66 years together and sealed for eternity. In her possession is the American Flag that draped his coffin. A grateful nation did not forget the red headed kid from Monkey Town who helped turn the tide and win the war. Boyd Fugal left America and his community a better place. Instead of just one Fugal, the enemies of freedom must face 1 1 8 descendents of this gentle giant. These children, grandchildren and great grandchildren will never forget the legacy he left them. Boyd L. Fugal was no ordinary man. At the young age of 27 Boyd was made the bishop of the Manila ward. Earlier church assignments had tested his metal. After five years as bishop, he was called to lead the missionary work in the Timpanogos Stake and then serve as stake president. Eventually he was made stake patriarch. For decades Boyd Fugal gave his heart and soul to the God who had preserved him as a young Navy combat pilot. Under his leadership the work of God moved forward steadily. His vision secured the ground that would eventually become the site of the Timpanogos Temple. Boyd Fugal knew that true service was rarely convenient. On the occasion of a family wedding, the Fugal family was all loaded in the car dressed in their Sunday best. On the way to the wedding, Boyd noticed a man's tractor was broken down in the field he was plowing for a widow. Boyd knew others would soon come to help the widow but the field had to be plowed first. He returned home and climbed on his own tractor and began plowing the widow's field in his Sunday suit. The rest of the family went on to the wedding. The wedding pictures that day did not include Boyd Fugal for he had remembered Jesus' injunction to care for the widow. With the nine children raised and after turning over the business to his own boys, Boyd and Venice fulfilled some lifelong dreams. Together Boyd and Venice directed the New York Mission Visitors Center, where their son Dan had served many years earlier as a missionary. This gentle giant spent decades building the community he loved so much. For almost half a century he served in the American by Mark Bezzant The war was over and young Navy pilot, Boyd Fugal, could finally return to the place he called home. His war experience endeared him all the more to the country he defended and the home town where was born and where he grew up. His war experience had taught him the importance of making good decisions and precision on the job. ' It also taught him the advantages of discipline to the body, mind and soul. As a Boy Scout, he had pledged to keep physically fit, mentally awake and morally straight. It was now time to move on with life. For at least a season, the world would not be at war. Boyd and his new wife decided to make Pleasant Grove their home. Boyd, with his two brothers, joined their father in the construction business. Niels Fugal Construction became Niels Fugal and Sons. Honesty was the hallmark of the business. There would be no cutting corners to make a quick buck. Boyd and Venice moved to Manila. It was said that Boyd had three jobs. First, was serving his family and others. Second, was the family business. Third, was his farm of about 100 acres. Boyd just loved a good tractor and farm work. You are responsible for the ,. water and sewer main on r ' PROPERTY v.-- r".. - ' your property from bojary iiD . fji r J your own home to the - y : street. We can provide . WATER p-x- T - .1pXl J COMPANY'S XXI X. - -- L - s ' $5,000 protection per ' ' y y claim with no deductible for $120.00 per year. Regular QS" - -'- " homeowner policy does not provide this coverage! 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