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Show Do You Remember? . . . If you could see your an All standing in a row nCeStor3 Would you be proud of tW not, wem or Or don't you really know' Some strange discoveries an , In climbing family trees 3e Andome of them, you knoWi do Particularly please If you could see your ancestors All standing in a row There might be some of them Ber haps, ' fer- You wouldn't care to know But there's another question 'which Requires a different view If you could meet your ancestors Would they be proud of you? Do you remember? ! race of progress. Today we visited the museum in Salt Lake City, and saw the petrified petri-fied skeletons of Indians found in the caves of the cliff dwellers in Wayne county, Utah. The symbols that were marked on the faces of some and the crude weapons and utensils they used in that age. We cannot but realize their hopes, aims, and lives were the same as our own. They were the moderns of their time and race; their achievements were probably as wonderful with their limited knowledge know-ledge of tool making, and general living, as our own. We may not have sprung from monkeys, nor once lived as a sort of fish in the ocean, but from where humanity starts, every race has been able to achieve some remarkable remark-able way of life, all peculiar to its own time. Our children may think us behind be-hind the times, because these times are of their own, in music, school, dancing, dress, and manners, but they, too, will one day waken to find their children have outstripped outstrip-ped them and consider their ideas old-fashioned and therefore "out!" But, after all, we are brothers under the skin! A poem given to us by Ruth Hatch (family historian) of Salt Lake City, follows: By MAUDE H. BENEDICT Do you remember beautiful Mabel Ma-bel Erdmann, who became Mrs. Burgess Alleman? Her charming smile and expressive eyes were the envy of many of we less favored favor-ed of the gods of beauty. And we remember her mother, who was, and still is, a beautiful woman. We remember when Mabel's father fa-ther had a meat market in Springville Spring-ville and that he was a handsome dark-complexioned man who wore a mustache. This is my early childhood impression of him. We remember Mrs. Erdmann as a Primary teacher, too, and have often thought of her through the years. We congratulate her on her recent birthday and wish her many more to come. Hard to realize the passing of the years until we read of the birthday of one we used to know, and remember as we last saw him or her, young and busy in civic affairs, af-fairs, or in church leadership. Well we hope "life begins at 40" is true, but wouldn't it be a wonderful time now to be young! In this changing, war-time age, when youth comes forging to the front lines in industry and alas, also in war! Even so, wouldn't it be a wonderful thing to live as a young woman or a young man in these eventful days? , The whole world of youth is tinged with romance and adventure. adven-ture. War's grimness challenges youth to daring exploits; the call to war is welcomed by most of our boys, and of course they will come home unscathed! For this we pray. Few of our boys would hesitate to answer the call to arms. Reminds Re-minds us of a yarn. Two colored young men were talking about going' go-ing' to war. Said one: "Ah jes won't fight. Uncle Sam cain't make me fight either!" Said the other: "No, but Uncle Sam kin send yo' where de fightin' is, an' den you can use yo' own jedgment!" Do you remember the peg-top dresses of 1912-14? And styles most certainly repeat the modes of yesteryear, for here we again have those good looking skirts as topper style for 1942, and perhaps for the duration. Hats of 1936-38, whose high crowns, odd shapes, and angles, brought comment and criticism from the male observer, are in again with an accent on odd heights and unusual trimmings. trim-mings. It has been said that our personalities per-sonalities undergo a decided change every seventh year; that we develop de-velop different tastes in foods, colors, col-ors, friends and places. Looking back on the years we've lived we realize this change in viewpoint, likes and dislikes. On this remember journey we often of-ten try to visualize the sort of person we used to be, and feel bewildered be-wildered sometimes when we find we no longer think as we used to. We may have broadened our minds, or perhaps become narrower. However, How-ever, there is no standing still; we either go ahead or lose out of the |