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Show Thompson News By VIRGINIA GRUVER Thursday we had a new temporary resident to Thompson Thomp-son arrive from Salt Lake Cfity, Utah. He is Mac Butler But-ler and will be helping Jessie Jeffries at the Add Plant for the next three months. Mac was sent down from Salt Lake by the head office of Nennecoitt Copper Corp. Also arriving home Thursday Thurs-day from a 2 day visit in iMbab was Judy Thurman and baby Lonmie. They had gone to Moab to visit Judy's Mother, Marie Frandsen and an aunt and uncle, Bob and Harriet Smith who had just arrived from Missouri. Bob Myers, daughter Deb- ; bie and niece Cheri came Saturday afternoon from Grand Junotlion, Colorado to the Jesa Jeffries borne to pick up the 3 boys, Bob's Sons, that had 'been visiting at the Jeffries. The Jeffries daughter, Cheri, decided to return again- to Grand Junction Junc-tion for an even longer vis it with her uncle and family. fam-ily. When Joe Jeffrifes returned return-ed home Sunday evening he announced to his parents Mr. and Mrs. Jessie Jeffries that he and Kyla Chambers of Moab were engaged. The wedding date is not set. Virginia Gruver went to Moab for Edgar Larsen's funeral. fu-neral. Virginia had known Ed since he was about 12 years of Bge and when he was 14 Virginia rode the ranigje with him in the Bookcliff Mts. Virginia Vir-ginia in the interest of Johniie Mock and Ed in the interest of his father, Tom Larsen. Tom Larsen was an outstanding man and he worked work-ed toward1 his famlily, one son (Dude) Lewis Larsen became a famous artist and he made thousands of Postal cards which are on the market mar-ket at most places in Utah. A large attendance were there, brothers, cousins, aunts, uncles and friends. A poem follows that was written by a daughter of the artist Dude Larsen and read at this funeral by a sister. It's a beautiful poem. Dedicated to Ed Larsen. I have an uncle, An uncle so sweet who is set in his ways. Usually tired on his feet. This uncle of mine a cowboy so true has wrtangled a horse, Maybe a bobcat or two. PJe has rode over prairie, Mountains and plain With freedom of heart, Of rope and rein. This uncle of mine Many horses he's known, THe tame and the wild, perhaps a strawberry roan. The horses are quliet After a high flying ride. Makes you and I wonder How he's still on top side. He will always be to me an uncle dear and kind. Which makes me very happy, He's a relative of mine. By LEE LARSEN |