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Show April 20, 2011 TIMPANOGOS TIMES , 3 ' l?t.'tW"f"'fo - Patterson and Campbell to Wed i Kristal C. Patterson and Georgie C. Campbell have chosen to be married on Sat-urday, April 23, 2011 in the Mount Timpanogos Temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-da-y Saints. Kristal is the daughter of Richard and Cynthia Pat-terson of Pleasant Grove and graduated from Pleasant Grove High School. She attended M.A.T.C. and has earned de-grees as a CNA, MA, EMT and completed three years of comestology school. Georgie is the son of Charles and Mary Campbell of Longmont, Colorado. He is graduating from BYU in Po-litical Science. He is a mem-ber of the National Guard and ROTC. A reception will be held that same evening at The Re-ception Center at Highland Gardens in Highland, Utah. Kristal C. Patterson aid Georgie C. Campbell Chad R Mills July 14, 1971 - April 9,2011 ' v., V-- . and Bart (Crystal) Mills, Draper. Also many niec-es and nephews that were dear to him. Funeral services were held at the LDS Cha-pel 450 East 200 South Pleasant Grove, Tuesday April 19, 20 11 at 11a.m. There was a viewing held one hour prior to the services. There was also a viewing on Monday, April 18, 2011 from 6 to 8 p.m. at the Olpin Fam-ily Mortuary, 494 South 300 East, Pleasant Grove, Utah. A memoiial service was held in St. George, Utah on April 16, 2011 in the honor of Chad and his life. Interment was in the Pleasant Grove City Cemetery. Condolences may be sent to the family at www. olpinmortuary.com. The family wishes to express their heart-felt thanks for the many kind words, thoughts and prayers in Chad's behalf. In lieu of flowers a memorial fund has been set up at any Wells Fargo branch as the Chad Mills Memorial Fund any and all donations are greatly appreciated at this time of loss in our lives. His greatest joy was time spent with his chil-dren and participating in their activities. He will always be remem-bered for his contagious smile, infectious sense of humor and his greeting of choice a boisterous "Hey". Chad considered himself a friend of ev-eryone he met. He was always the first to lend a helping hand when a need was present. Chad was an outstanding indi-vidual with many great qualities. He always ex-pressed gratitude for the many blessings received in his life. He will truly be missed by all those who knew and loved him. Chad is survived by his children: Morgan, Hunter, Tia and their mother, Becky Komadina Lund, his wife, Dora Lee Mills, their son, RC Trey, and four step-childre- n: Cy, Sheridan, Jayden, and Hyatt. His parents, Frank and Annette Mills, siblings: Brad (Kandra) Mills, Saint George; Craig (Erin) Mills, Las Vegas; Natalie (Andy) Weight, Pleasant Grove; Chad Mills. Chad R. Mills, 39, passed away on Saturday April 9, 2011. He was born July 14, 1971 in American Fork, Utah to Frank and Annette Mills. Chad was raised in Pleasant Grove, Utah. He was an active mem-ber of the Church of Je-sus Christ of Latter-da-y Saints and held many church callings. He served in the Spokane Washington Mission. He was active in the Boy Scouts of America program as both a youth and a leader. He attend-ed and graduated from Pleasant Grove High School. Chad loved to do any-thing in the outdoors. He loved hiking, biking, running, camping and family activities. "Bezzant" continuedfrom Page 2 a ten year old boy. He came here when Pleasant Grove was called Battle Creek. It was a two day walk from Salt Lake. He came here and lived with his grandparents in a sod hut because his mother and little sister died that same year and the family was too poor for all of them to travel together. Others paid his way to America. Later he grew up and served on the city council and became the judge in Pleasant Grove. Others may chose to complain nonstop about almost everything, but this is one grateful American who will never forget what the block G on "Little Mountain" stands for. "We will not Grumble or Growl but will become Great through Growth in Pleasant Grove..." God bless America! "BLAB" continuedfrom Page 2 Anyway, if you are one of the old-time- rs from PG who has a nickname and people still call you that, be proud of it. I don't know how my husband got Sam out of Marcella and I don't care which name you use, although I prefer Marcella or Marcie, just don't call me late for dinner! "Moments" continuedfrom Page 2 hold. It was like where I have strengths he has weak-nesses and where I have weaknesses he has strengths. Together we help to improve each other and to build so that we can reach our full potential. We are not one without the other, but one with each other. It is a mir-acle everyday and I feel so overwhelmed by love and gratitude for Cris. I hope that everyone lets their spouse help them. Let them build each other up. Let them have new experiences and adventures together. Ev-erything is for our benefit if we but let it be. Express gratitude for what they do for you and let the growing hap-pen. Let the joy come. The pure joy of marriage! flfffffl' in the middle of nowhere, on a road that people only traveled if they were going to Lake Powell or to visit grandparents. After what seemed an eter-nity, a passer-b- y saw our need and promised to call the local mechanic when he got to Green River, some 35 miles away. We didn't even dare sit in the truck, just in case it fell over, so we explored the fields and sage-brush and secretly wondered if this omen meant anything. And yes, we took pictures. The tow truck finally came to our rescue with the mechan-ic's promise to check out the problem first thing in the morn-ing. We were then dropped off at the only motel on that side of town, Robber's Roost. All I can say is "It's a good thing we still had stars in our eyes." April is just barely be-fore the tourist season and not only were there no cars, jeeps or to rent, most of the stores were closed and there was no theater. We walked the entire length of Green River to eat and walked all the way back to the motel, just to turn around and walk back. We ate at the one restaurant and one cafe open and marveled that anyone actually lived in what surely was a ghost town. Luckily the garage was across the road and when we checked in with the mechanic bright and early, he gave us two options. The first was to order an axle from Salt Lake to be delivered by truck in two or three days, or two, we could drive their truck to Grand Junc-tion, Colorado and pick up an axle there. He was dead serious and I think we convinced him that we thoughtfully considered both choices. I know you must be wondering which option we chose! I had never been on that stretch of but I didn't complain about the barren landscape or plethora of prai-rie dogs running across the freeway because we were in a vehicle that was taking us to an actual city with stop lights and people. We picked up the axle, saw a movie, had dinner at a nice restaurant, then drove back to Green River and our honeymoon suite. It had been a wonderful diversion. Check-ou- t was 11 a.m. and so we took our luggage to the truck and once again walked the street (that is not plural) until early afternoon, visiting the one tourist store that was open. When we final-ly got on the road, we laughed at our plans gone awry and de-termined this was not an omen, but proof we could handle bumps in the road. Our new pseudo-hom- e would be the parking lot at EA Miller, Blue Ribbon Beef in Hyrum, across the road from the plant where the cattle were processed. I say this often, that it was a very good thing I was in love and had no clue what lay ahead of me. Ignorance truly was bliss. like a couple of red necks go-ing camping. He had planned a romantic honeymoon with a few surprises, like sleeping in the camper the second night in Wellington and going to church the next morning. Was there a shower? Can't remember, but we did sleep in the church parking lot and emerged like it was a motel. (He was subtly preparing me for the next three years!) After church we were once again on our way, this time to a bed and breakfast in Capital Reef, an adventure I looked for-ward to. From we turned south towards Hanksville, when about 20 miles down the road, we felt a violent shake and heard metal scraping on the pavement. The truck was list-ing to my side and at first we thought it was a flat tire. Rodger's assessment was not encouraging, especially since it was Sunday and this was before cell phones could roam farther than three feet. The axle had broken, literally owned was in a storage unit, the house was rented to my best friend, and after a short honeymoon we would embark on a grand adventure. It hadn't really dawned on me that we were now both homeless, but that reality was close at hand. Our wedding announce-ment said: "Rodger asked if I wanted to play trucks with him, and I said yes." It was a subtle hint that bur "house" would be very small and we didn't need appliances, towels, stuff or things. Some thought we were nuts while others secret-ly envied our fairy-tal- e jour-ney. Of course no one in their right mind would actually do what we were about to do, but it sounded romantic. All the congratulations at the recep-tion were probably wishes from justifiable skeptics. Rodger's trusty Silverado, with our home on its back, was our only means of transporta-- , tion, and so we headed south by Geri Taylor Rodger and I survived the receptionconstruction and upon leaving my brother's home, realized we hadn't eaten since noon. Tired, foot-sor- e, and very hungry, we stopped at Village Inn and had breakfast at 1 1 p.m., staying there for at least an hour, talking, laugh-ing and just glad the day was almost over. And then it was the next day. Almost everything we Senior News Pleasant Grove Jacobs Senior Center, 242 W. 200 S., Pleasant Grove Activities Tuesday at 10:30 a.m. Bingo Friday at 1 p.m. Movie Monday at 10:30 a.m. Exercise Class Friday at 10:30 a.m. Exercise Class 1st & 3rd Wednesday at 10:30 a.m. Health Clinics MENU Wednesday, April 20 Lasagna Thursday, April 21 Chili Cheese Dog Friday, April 22 Roast Turkey Monday, April 25 Macaroni & Cheese Tuesday, April 26 Beef Taco Salad Wednesday, April 27 Beef Stroganoff Thursday, April 28 Chicken Enchiladas Friday, April 29 Baked Fish Lunch served promptly at noon. Call between 9 a.m. and 1 p.m. to make appointments (801) 785-281- 8 Suggested $2 donation. Meals funded by State of Utah Dept. of Human Services, Mountainland Assc. of Gov., and Pleasant Grove City. Call the day before for reservations. Finally! - :'l LIFE INSURACE FOR DIABETICS - ' ' ' . i ...... . .V ... ., ... . .. Published by the Timpanogos Times. Publisher, Calvin Walker. 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