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Show 2 TIMPANOGQS TIMES April 20, 2011 - " .. 1 .. Because Jerry has called me Sam all these years, every-one else, except my family, has called me Sam, and many thought my real name was Of course, my parents and siblings and their spouses have called me Marcella. Some of my kids were shocked when they found out my real name was not Sam but was Marcella. It is not a com-mon name. However, it is taken from the Latin, with the male version being Marc and, of course the female version was Marcella. I gave all my kids nick-names. Troy was Tro-b- o, Mie Kae was Katy, Calvin Bon had lots of nicknames depending on my mood, Cal Bon, Loner, Loney, which evolved into Bee-lone- y, and a few others thrown in on occasion. Sabrina was Busarena, and Lari Marissa was Missy or Lar-L- ar or just plain Lar. Every once in a while I re-sort back to these nick names. I have a friend from child-hood whose name is Doraine. by Marcella Walker When I was growing up I had a multitude of nick names. My mother began the entire thing by calling me Annie when 1 was young. There was a song that came out in the thirties that had words, "Annie don't live here anymore." So my mom began calling me Annie. She said I would stamp my foot and say, "I ain't Annie, 1 ain't Annie." My mom still called me Annie sometimes after was grown up. Other youthful nicknames given by my friends were Mar-ci- e, Celery, Marcc, and Sam. The last name there came from my husband who has never learned to say Marcella. He never calls me that at all. He is a person from the old Monkey Town area and, appar-ently, in those days everyone who was a male had a nick name if they lived in Monkey Town. As an example, when we went to a reunion of the old Pleasant Grove Third Warders several years ago, they had a list on a board of all the males and their nick names who had lived within the Third Ward boundar-ies in the good old days. Some of the women must have had nicknames, too, be-cause I have heard him call peo-ple by those names. His sisters had nicknames such as Polly for Delia, Nancy was Merf, and so on. His father, Calvin Walker, was Gus. Before I knew many peo-ple's real names, I knew them by their nicknames which Jerry used all the time. When I became involved in writing news for the city back 1 would go to city council meetings and hear people called by some of the strangest names. I wondered why any good hearted parent would name their kids any of these embarrassing names. Soon I put it,all together and re-alized that any male who lived or had lived in Monkey Town was bound to have a nickname. I have actually seen these nicknames in parenthesis after their real name on their obituar-ies. I often called her Dee-De- e More Brain. I wonder what she would do if I called her that now? She and I walked to school every day of our lives together. We were the only two girls the same age on our street. We are still good friends. However, she tells me many people call her Ann as that was her middle name and was easier to say and read than Doraine was. "BLAB" continued on Page 3 ' '"' ; .L T,.:.""" V.'. always knows how to com-fort, how to help. He treats me like a princess and I feel so blessed. Being married is a huge decision and it's a very important one. I'm just so happy I chose right! There is nothing bet-ter than to realize that you have the support of some-one. Someone who believes in you even when you don't believe in yourself. There is nothing better than a hand to hold when you're afraid, or a shoulder to cry on, or the sound of laughter to go to when you need to hear it. Marriage is purely amazing and divinely appointed.. ... by Marissa Moncayo Moving back and forth is crazy. Me and my hus-band are now moving to our new apartment in Idaho for school. We're both so excited to be able to decorate our own place and make it ours. It is a new adventure and an exciting one. Being married is great. It is a whole new ballgame, but it is wonderful. There is no way you can lose. When two people have their eyes on the same goals, on the ball, there is no way they can miss it. Having your best friend by your side, playing alongside you, is the best thing anyone could ask for. It is two people with dif-ferent backgrounds, different dreams, different ideas, but put together and supported by one another, it becomes one. You get a home run. My hus-band and I come from very different backgrounds, but I love the differences. He grew up in South America. I love the culture and he does mine. It's great to see how two peo-ple really do become one. My dear husband is the one person to make me bet-ter than even I thought pos-sible. He is the one to be there through everything. He The way we complete each other is amazing to be- - "Moments" continued on Page 3 Thoughts From The Garden... by Tonya LeMone "A most unfortunate design... " "A most unfortunate design" are the words that have sounded loudly in my ears for about ten years. They are words my instructor used to describe my design projects I would hand in each week at a class on garden design. At the time I was a volunteer service missionary tending the gardens on Temple Square and the Lion House. Because of my volunteer work, I had the once in a lifetime privilege to receive instruction from Peter Lasik, the head garden designer for all the gardens on temple square. Each week we were given a design project and then Mr. Lasik would walk around the room hold up great designs then without fail he would come to mine, project 31, and those dreaded words would come out of his mouth "A most unfortunate design." To this point in my life I had designed numerous gardens, mostly herb gardens, for the students that took my beginning herb gardening classes I taught for the continuing education program. As could be expected, I felt quite confident handing in my designs until the continued "unfortunate design" comment week after week after pitiful week. Through this experience I learned much about myself. Each week it had become my deep desire to please the instructor, after all he was Peter Lasik, so I would try to think how he would do the design or tried to second guess where he wanted us to take the project. I even enlisted the aid of my husband who is a real "designer" (of buildings) and as a result continued with utter failure. Then the week of my redemption came. It was the week I dug down deep and realized I was obviously failing miserable with the approach I had taken each time previously. So, I began to look at my homework and give little thought to it, but I let my heart guide me with little or no regard to pleasing the instructor. I realized I needed to pi ear. i myself. I went into class that day very much expecting the common phrase for project 31 to be labeled once again "most unfortunate design" and especially because I hadn't thought about it too much. Then from out of nowhere, almost as if the heavens had opened and shouted with the trump of angels and what I had come to know as the unobtainable happened. My homework became the star, the numero uno, the best for that day, the MOST FORTUNATE """design: This had seemed an impossible fete that had just become a reality for me. I was the best of show for the day. As my classes continued and I continued the same pattern of designing with my heart and not worrying about the thoughts of others, I had continued success. This lesson taught me a lot about life as well and how we worry about the thoughts of others sometimes too much and who we really should be trying to design for lies within our own hearts, thoughts, and values. I also learned that good design is very memorable. A well designed house is remembered, a well designed dress is remembered and most importantly, a well designed person is remembered. One such person we said good-by- e to this week, Chad Mills son of Frank and Annette Mills. Chad spent many hours in our home eating, laughing and building an eternal relationship with our family. Chad was not a young man that wanted material things in life. He spent his life collecting loved ones. One of those was my youngest daughter. When Chad left on his mission, he told our daughter he would write her and to tell a seven-year-o- ld you would do something, it instantly becomes important, so write he did. She cherished those letters and would carry them around in her special bag waiting for the next one. When Chad returned home from his mission, he had realized he missed her birthdays so he took her to "Toys R Us" and let her choose anything in the entire store. Anything to a now nine-year-o- ld was about the closest gift to heaven on earth. Chad Mills was probably the most memorable and well designed person I have had the privilege to come to know. We will miss the "red suit," Lester, granola before school, riding in circles around our house and then taking "blue thunder" on a "ride" in the foothills???? ( Yes, I found out about that.) We will forever remember the big bright smile whenever he would visit and show off another new baby or just be in town for Strawberry Days. Chad, you are not only very memorable but a most FORTUNATE design. Thanks to you for coming into our family's life and blessing us with such good, lasting, and well designed memories. See you in a well designed Garden xMnSSMkkWh zzzzzzzhzii: "Render Unto Caesar" im,i.i.i inm mini ri for the teachers that are helping educate our grandkids in elementary school. The second check was larger than the first check. I was tired of seeing budgets for these wonderful teachers slashed. I wanted them to have some money to buy things for their classrooms, with no strings attached. I recalled when we had eight children in school. Two were foster children. In no way were we paying enough in taxes to support all of those kids. Now we are paying taxes to help support other kids in school. I see it as an investment in the future of our community, state and nation. I appreciate those who helped support us as kids and our children. Now it is time for us to do our part. As a Boy Scout I pledged my honor to do my duty to God and country. Part of doing my duty to country is paying my fair share. The Scout Law taught me to be thrifty. Part of being thrifty was to learn to pay my way in life. I hope I never forget the image of my Great Grandfather Mark Bezzant walking across the plains as "Bezzant" continued on Page 3 that nothing of importance happened that day. That was the day revolutionaries signed the Declaration of Independence. It is understandable that the King of England thought nothing of importance happened that day because they didn't have "Face Book," "Text Messages," "Tweeter," "Cable News," "Cell Phones," "Instant Messaging," etc., etc. Those days of "Snail Mail" are long gone. Now we can see in real time what is happening around the globe. A six year old kid is frisked in an airport and it is beamed around the globe before the microwave TV dinner is ready to serve. Not only are the days of "Snail Mail" gone but so are the days of taxation without representation. During the relatively recent concerns over smells coming from the Timpanogos Special Service District waste water treatment plant, I reminded city officials of some history. Pleasant Grove helped establish that organization and set up the bylaws that govern it. That organization has allowed for the growth of our communities in the north part of Utah County. If the organization has become unresponsive to our needs, we have no one to blame but ourselves. But, like almost any organization, we only have a say and don't always get our way. Recently I found a framed quote which I purchased and gave to one of our city officials who had taken lots of criticism from citizens over recent rate increases. It said, "It is a great country but you can't live here for free." I remembered what my Grandfather Adamson taught us as children when he served on the city council. He had been involved in the erection of a new city hall that stands on Main Street. He believed that we should always work to make the city a better place. He would know since it was his father who helped establish the first flour mill in Pleasant Grove and had seen the first paved roads. Those early lessons stuck with me. This was our city, our state and our nation to make better. After writing out a check for my property taxes last Fall, I wrote out another check. The second check was earmarked by Mark Bezzant Monday was the deadline for paying federal income taxes. Normally the deadline is April 15 to pay federal and state income taxes. Last November was the deadline for paying property taxes. Each year I send a thank you letter in with all three payments. In the early formative years of America, colonists were angry because there was taxation without representation. The King of England did all kinds of things without consultation. This was the same king who wrote in his journal on July 4, 1776 --V- - I TIMPANOGOS TIMES SUBSCRIPTION I , Name: : Check Check amount: i Make check payable to "Timpanogos Times" 1 Mailing Address: CC - 1 1 1 year $40 2 year $77 3 year $113 4 year $152 Exp. Date CC Billing Zip J All credit card subscriptions will be shredded 1 Mail to: 11 S. Main St. Pleasant Grove, UT 84062 (801) 785-311- 1 timpanogostimesyahoo.com vs83 , |