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Show 1- "All Dunn" by Roy Dunn ' ' '-' '". ' ' "1 .: V ' - ....." t . t. :: J - , I f V '' ' ; 1 . . vWv ' I ;V i L.y- ,'enntr- 5- ; i r, i . - .'J i ' J. ; '.. f - - . ..- ' I 1 . . -: ' I ; A lot of people know Roy Dunn a lot of people don't . some like him some don't some think he's half smart some are sure that he's not. I am that Roy Dunn. Let's get acquainted for you are going to hear more from me every week. Here are some thoughts for you to reflect upon which only goes to prove that Utah people are tolerant to foreigners, even in 1937, which was the year I arrived in this valley with five dollars in my pocket, my wife who is called Audrey and a tiny baby girl who was called Patty but is now called Pat. She is not tiny anymore and has been teaching home economics econ-omics in the Elko High School, Elko, Nevada, since she graduated grad-uated from BYU in 1958. Now she is married and has a family of her own. She has a little girl, a little boy and a big boy. The big boy is her husband, Bill Nelson, who is the manager mana-ger of a local freight line. In November of 1940 our second sec-ond little girl was born in Pro-vo, Pro-vo, ushered into this old world by Dr. C. M. Smith. I've always called here Kathleen, but most call her Kathy. She is married also and has a family of her own. She and her husband, Paul Hopkins, have a little girl and Paul is employed at the Geneva Works. They are at home in Orem and Kathleen is employed in the auditing office of-fice of the Provo Sears Store. Kathleen chose not to attend the universtiy but is a graduate gradu-ate of the Henegar Business College in Salt Lake City. Both my kinds have more of the material things in life right now, than Audrey and I had when we had been married for ; twenty years. For this we are thankful and we are proud of our family, sons-in-law included. I Jim Hopkinson Gloria Gardner ed but instead hired me as a rigger at 67c per hour to help re-line a blast furnace. It was understood that I was hired on a temporary basis and had no regular status. This job lasted seven months and during this time we managed to save a hundred dollars which we paid down on a house in Sprignville. Our monthly payments were ten dollars and as a result, we were tax paying citizens. First thing, we needed a place to live, a place to get groceries and other things one needs for a day to day exis-tance. exis-tance. Professor and Mrs. Alon-zo Alon-zo Morley of 387 East 3rd No., in Provo, rented their apartment apart-ment to us for $18.00 per month. Not only did they trust me for the rent but also loaned loan-ed me $5.00 for a deposit to the power company for lights. It was their idea for they were sure I'd need the $5.00 I had. I did. Wilford Duke who operated a grocery store, trusted me for food until I could get a payday. To all of those many people who trusted the big, tall Okie whose speech was generously sprinkled with "Ya'all" and "Over yonder", and definitely was on the rocks, I pay this tribute. At first I had some kind of a vague idea that we would eventually settle in Oregon, but when I was layed off at Ironton the construction of the Deer Creek Dam was just getting get-ting under way and I went up there and worked until it was finished. By that time I had been around here for about three years and now when asked why I never went to Oregon, I usually say that I When we arrived in Utah Valley we were driving a 1927 model Dodge, towing a homemade, home-made, four-wheeled trailer, piled high with all our worldly possessions. Shades of "The Grapes of Wrath," for the wash tubs hung on the back of the trailer and showed their bottoms to those who passed our slow gait. We were driven from Oklahoma and more re- cently Kansas by the tererible dust storms of the nineteen thirty's and the nation was held in the grip of a depression and there were those who had not enough to eat, in a land of plenty. The first night in Utah, we made our bed on the ground behind a big sign board across the road from the Ironton Plant. The next morning I washed and shaved in an irrigation irri-gation ditch. After having a breakfast of stale sweet rolls and coffee, I asked the personnel person-nel manager of the Ironton Plant if there was a smoke-: smoke-: stack to be painted for I was a steeplejack in those days. He had no stack to be paint- never did get enough money to leave. But the truth of the matter is, my roots are down pretty deep in Utah Valley and I wouldn't trade this place for any place I have ever seen, although al-though I haven't been everywhere, every-where, I have been everywhere in-between. And now I have been in the employ of the railroad for quite a spell and they have me on the payroll as a locomotive engineer. en-gineer. Maybe they haven't found me out yet. When they do, I'll have to look up the Morley's again and start all over. Come to think of it, now that the Morley's know me better, maybe they wouldn't trust me again. I wonder? SEE'YA LATER! A minister of education in a new West African nation was asked why they spent 40 percent per-cent of their gross national income in-come on education, "Why, he said, "It's simple. We've got to! We're so poor!" |