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Show - Page A10 Thursday, June 3, 2004 Times Newspaper CHANGES IN OREM SEWER REHAB continued from Page A 1 Bradshaws, the Jolleys, the Wilkinsons, the Kocherhanses, and thus to 8th North. Turning east again, one soon came to the Murdock Canal, and then to the dugway, to Provo Canyon, and to the river bottoms. On this journey, a gang of boys could be gotten together for a Saturday baHeball game of rounders to be played at any vacant land along the way, but the Stratton boys seemed always to have weeds to hoe. One could get to the river bottoms by continuing along Center Street. Allan and Agnes Bellows cultivated a large apple orchard there, as did the Pynes and Crandalls. At 8th East, one jogged south, then east again, to pick up Vance Calder, Leo Ford, or Harold Olsen before going over the dugway and down to the river. There was a particularly partic-ularly good swimming hole in the bottoms where the river turned sharply and made a deep pool near a higher bluff. It was here that Tid Johnson split his skull by diving carelessly care-lessly and too deep. Fishing was good along here also; there were any number of water snakes to tease while pleasantly wearing away a hot summer day. The young bride was no stranger to Orem, though "north enders" were considered consid-ered foreigners and aliens since they went to different church wards and different schools. Lindon was not so far as Pleasant Grove, which was clearly enemy territory in athletic competition. It was also a source of mortification, for it was a city with fierce civic pride and a glorious Strawberry Days celebration. Orem had no center. It was destined to become "the longest town in the state and the narrowest," as some had put it. It might have remained that way for many years more, except that George Stratton built a mansion, man-sion, then lost it by foreclosure foreclo-sure to the Provo bank during the Depression. Mayor B.M. Jolley was elected in 1937, partly on the promise that he would make Center Street the center of the town. That pledge was fulfilled the next year when the Stratton property prop-erty was purchased and dedicated dedi-cated to that purpose. Grace was much more than Fay's bride. She was a contributing member of the community and to none more than to me. Never had I seen one so fair. It is true, of course, that fourteen-year-old adolescents see beauty with a different eye. Her "light brown hair" was that of which Stephen Foster sang. Her laughter was merry, hearty, and infectious. Her voice was soft, as was the touch of her FREEDOM FOUNTAIN STAYS DRY continued from Page A 1 lar, had a crucial role in bringing this fountain to Orem. Steve Densley, president of the Orem Chamber of Commerce at the time, was one of those who felt that a flowing flow-ing fountain would be a lovely addition to the grounds of the Orem City Center, which had been completed in 1970. But Steve Densley did something about it. He wrote a letter let-ter to Obert C. Tanner, a prominent Utah businessman and philanthropist who had funded over 50 community fountains throughout Utah, soliciting a contribution with which Orem could build its fountain. Tanner graciously sent Densley a check to finance construction of the fountain. After studying the cost of such fountains, the Orem City Council determined that Tanner's contribution, however generous, gen-erous, would be insufficient to build an adequate fountain for Orem. Again, Steve Densely wrote to Obert C. Tanner, explaining Orem's dilemma, and asking for another contribution contri-bution toward Orem's fountain. Again, Tanner responded, generously, with another check. Working with committees of Orem City, as well as material mate-rial suppliers and civic organizations, the community fountain foun-tain was designed and built at the City Center. When the construction on the fountain was nearing completion com-pletion in 1987, Orem City officials asked for suggestions from the public.as to what name it should be given. In the columns of this newspaper, it was suggested that Orem's new fountain should be given the name Freedom Fountain, which would beautifully exemplify America's ideal of Freedom in this community, where Freedom is cherished. Simply designed, with 22 sprinklers concealed beneath an iron grillwork, and surrounded on three sides by red-brick walls, the fountain features 13 steps of flowing water on the east side, representing the 13 original American colonies, and three round pillars, representing the three separate branches of the Government of the United States. Results Not Excuses INTERHOUNTAIN MORTGAGE COMPANY hand. In the glow of her presence, pres-ence, any request made was quickly granted. With her coming, all the future changed. Where once there had been cowboys riding the range, sailors abroad on the briney deep, firemen, policemen, police-men, or successful men of affairs C or lonesome poets wandering to and fro in the earth or artists starving in a garret in Paris C now there came to the fore the role of husband and father. She was the model for the sweetheart, the wife, the young mother. She was the fulfilled promise by which women persuade men into creating families of their own, forsaking all earlier earli-er promises which had not considered this role. Afterward, whatever else might come, this role must come first and remain first forever. Not everyone saw Grace with such worshipful eyes. There were others who thought she needed better training if she were to be a contributing member of the family. My mother, Adell, was one of these. The specific adjustment needed had to do with how a domestic household house-hold was to function. AGraceff1 said my mother, "was brought up to be a lady." It was said without intent to praise. According to that definition, defi-nition, there were certain household tasks, routinely performed by my mother, which "Grace is too ladylike to do." Foremost among these was milking the cow. Boys were milking the cows in that generation, but in my mother's moth-er's time, it was a woman's work and she had done it until she had sons of her own who would bend to the task. Fay did the milking for his family, but there were times when he was out of town and we did his chores for him. But if we boys were unable to milk his cow, it was my mother moth-er who did it, "because Grace was too much of a lady," she would say afterward, tossing her head to affirm her own status. I am not sure about milk- ing cows, but other functions of young womanhood soon demanded a share of that youthful energy. Dorothy remembers Grace as. her Gleaner leader. On one occasion, occa-sion, Grace seemed haggard and unduly weary. Dorothy asked what was the matter. Grace said, "I'm just tired, I guess." It seemed a small matter. "You will feel better after a night's sleep," said Dorothy. "Oh, child!" Grace exclaimed. "I go to bed tired and I get up tired. You never know what' weary is until you've had a few children of your own." Those Orem years were few and they passed quickly. Call Today! 756-2990 Toward the end of the time, when our futures were being formed in Adolf Hitler's Europe, several of us went to California to work for Carl in "Fielding's Fuel and Ice" in Oakland. During the winter of '38-39, Fred and Fay were among these. We hauled wood in from the forest, sawed it, split it, and put it in sacks. We shoveled coal by infinite tons in dusty, hot boxcars, weighing weigh-ing hundred pound lots in sack after sack. These products prod-ucts we delivered to households house-holds and apartments in the Oakland-Berkeley area. Fay was the principal delivery man. I spent more time in the coal car. It was also the year of the International Exposition at Treasure Island in San Francisco Bay. Grace accompanied Fay that year. Her mother and sister, as I recall, came visiting the following fol-lowing spring. This made the occasion for sight-seeing. Among the sights to be seen were San Francisco's Fisherman's Wharf and Chinatown. I was driver for one of these trips. We drove to the ferry slip and crossed the bay on one of the huge ferries used at the time. While driving on Market Street, we found ourselves our-selves in the midst of heavy street car traffic. As conditions condi-tions developed, I found myself traveling with these steel monsters as too-close companions. I could not avoid driving on the tracks, for they filled the street. One street car was ahead of me. Another, on my right, prevented my passing. As I stopped, another came up from behind and trapped me in a pocket. On the left was the opposite stream of traffic and an equal number of street cars. While we sat there contemplating dire fate, small as we were among these behemoths, another street car stopped on our left to complete our entrapment. It was the scenario for a Saturday afternoon matinee cliff hanger. We were threatened threat-ened with a painful death, crushed in the maw of these juggernauts. In such a scenario sce-nario coming the following Saturday, we would escape without injury by some timely and unforeseen intervention. But for us, this was no scenario sce-nario of such artful design. Something dreadful would surely happen. You could tell that by the somber expressions expres-sions on the pale faces of we innocent about-to-be victims. But then, our canyon of cars opened as the car on the right moved forward. I moved in behind this car, and then quickly to another lane, beyond where streetcars could not run. I admit I felt like a hero. Modesty alone prevents me from claiming that it was in this manner that I secured In the central court of the fountain the sunken sprinklers spray their water into the air, freely. The fountain's water is constantly re-cycled, so that no loss of water occurs in its operation. Thus, when it is operating, the fountain, understandably, becomes attractive as a water-play site for children. Thus, four separate signs are posted on the brick walls of the fountain: NO WADING, PLAYING OR SWIMMING IN FOUNTAIN. On almost any spring, summer or autumn day, the Orem Freedom Fountain, when it is operating, provides a beautiful and inspirational personification of the ideal of Freedom, as exemplified by its freely moving spouts of water. But, since 09-11 the Orem Freedom Fountain has been dry. It turns out that the fountain cannot operate until some broken parts in the water pump are replaced. The reason given for not making those repairs? The fountain isn't turned on because of the drought. Some people may think the City would be wasting water with the fountain turned on. Although the same water in the fountain re-circulates, some people may not realize that is the case and fault the City. gsftfew AUTO LENDER INSURANCE INC Groat Service Frwndty Staff Tickets Accidents SR 22's (Immediate) HOME HEALTH LIFE COMMERCIAL the future of more than one branch of the Fielding family. Those years should have lasted forever the blue sky... the smell of new-mown hay... the carefree days... the bursting energy of growing corn and ripening fruit... the small town with its well-known well-known and friendly neighbors... neigh-bors... the sight of the bluebird blue-bird and the song of the mead-owlark... mead-owlark... the sight of the killdeer in the puddle at the end of the crop rows. But all of this is gone just as childhood child-hood is gone, just as youth is gone. What was once real and vital to life is a place of parking park-ing lots, fast food stores, service serv-ice stations, and blacktopped roads. To stand in this present where nothing of the past remains is to doubt that such a past ever existed. It is difficult diffi-cult to believe there once flourished here the young and the tender, the innocent and the believing, the hopeful and the aspiring, along with the mighty, the proud, the aged and the downcast, all acting out their small parts of that great drama. But they were all there Sam Cordner with his windmill; wind-mill; the Luncefords; the Finches; the Downs family; Ellis Edwards with his loping stride; Owen Nelson slouched in blue overalls; somber Ed Rogerson; thrifty Nels and Lucile Anderson, who loved to play 500, and his ancient mother, Christina, who had a fierce shepherd dog chained in her yard that one had to pass on the way to Sharon School, where William Lossee was principal and where Miss Rambeau taught fifth grade and where it was fun to play hookey with Bud Brierley and have his hug dog pull a sled while chasing cars down the road. It was all there and now it is gone. Gone, too, is Lincoln High School, where "KB." -Karl Banks was principal and Don Dixon coached football foot-ball while Carl Swenson coached track and field and Boyd Davis taught eugenics and Frank Newman coached debate. Gone. It is equally impossible to believe that there are new places in this suburban sameness same-ness where the memory of others now lingers and will cherish the traces of their time that lives are stitched together now in new places as tightly as were our own in that earlier time, creating unique things known to us and never to be known again. Fragile though it is, Memory is the soul of life, just as action is its body. Thus, what once was remains, though it disappears from sight, never to be seen again. In this consideration, there is a mystery as ineffable as Deity and a reverence as deep as the holiest of places. "INSURANCE ""I -.mm if Lowest Possbte Payments Good Driver Discounts Preferred Driver RaJes Package Discounts RVs -Boats -Motorcycles "This land of sewer rehabilition is a lot better and a lot less expensive" Lawrence Burton Orem Water Reclamation Department continued from Page Al approved a one million dollar dol-lar sewer bond election by a vote of 250-95. The proceeds pro-ceeds of the bond sale were to finance construction of a . new sewage treatment plant and an expanded sewer system. Finally, on Dec. 30, 1959, the Orem City Council conducted dedication dedica-tion ceremonies for Orem's new $1 million sewage treatment facility, located at 1000 South and 2000 West. In the early days of laying lay-ing sewer lines in Orem, most of the lines were laid at the rear of both older homes and new homes. Later on, it was decided to lay new sewer lines in the streets. Over the past half-century, most of the sewer lines laid have been fashioned fash-ioned from concrete a durable material with a long-life expectancy. However, such sewer lines have never been regarded as indestructible or free from wear. Thus, the more sewer lines that are laid in a community, the more likelihood is that, over time, replacement and repairs will become a necessary nec-essary element in maintaining main-taining an effective sewage disposal system. Until recent years, the only method of repairing leaking or broken sewer lines has been digging them up and either replacing replac-ing them entirely, or repairing repair-ing them at considerable cost. However, for the past 15 years, Orem has been methodically tackling about 1,500 lineal feet of sewer pipes per year and rehabilitating them with a remarkable process that can extend their lives considerably con-siderably over the years. The process does not involve digging up buried sewer pipes. Rather, it utilizes uti-lizes a seemingly simple methodology to actually line the inside of the pipes with a resin-based membrane mem-brane that bonds to the inner surface and actually rehabilitates the pipes for an anticipated additional half-century of service. Currently completing the third of three sewer rehabilitation projects being done in Orem this year is the Planned & Engineered Construction, Inc., Trenchless Division, of Helena, Montana, whose Field Superintendent, Shane Bogard, is overseeing oversee-ing work on the projects. Bogard, who has been employed by PEC, Inc. for nine years, described the sewer rehabilitation strategy strate-gy on Wednesday, while monitoring the operation via a 10-inch television screen, mounted inside the rear of one of the company's large trucks. 8D uesca uouno eLBCTRic sigh company Serving Utah County for over 22 years mm 997 North 1580 West Orem, Utah 84057 "First, access to a sewer line between manhole covers cov-ers is secured, after which the line is cleaned out by a mechanical auger, thrusting thrust-ing from one manhole to the other. A small television camera is inserted into the 10-inch sewer line, imaging the line from one end to the other and verifying that the sewer has been thoroughly cleaned out." Bogard said, "The work truck is then positioned with its rear end over one of the manholes. A unique tool, mounted at the rear of the truck, is used to grasp a long, blue liner, sized to fit snugly into the sewer pipe. A pressured stream of water is then forced inside of the liner, which propels it from one end of the sewer line to the other end." The blue liner is1 fashioned fash-ioned by saturating with resin both sides of a two-layered two-layered length of felt tubing, tub-ing, Bogard said. S "Steam is then trickled through the sewer pipe, sealing the resin-soaked blue liner permanently to the inside of the pipe Last week, the workers at Planned & Engineered Construction, Inc. met a challenge, working oh the 8-inch sewer line on 100 North Street, between 300 East and 400 East Street. They easily found the manhole man-hole cover imbedded in the center of 300 East Street, but the sewer access hole at 400 East eluded them. After using engineering tools, dead reckoning and just plain luck, they finally found the other end of the sewer pipe located inside of a residential garage at 385 East 100 North Street. It seems that when the homes were built 50 years ago onlOO North, the sewer line had been laid at the rear of those homes. In later years the second owner of that home built a double garage and home addition onto the rear of his house, on top of the existing sewer line. Therefore, 25 years later, it was necessary for workers to dig a hole in the concrete garage floor, in order to access the sewer line below. Over the years, as the treatment of sewage has evolved with modern technology, the name of Orem's treatment plant has been changed from "Orem Sewage Plant" to "Orem Water Reclamation Division." Observing the work going on with Orem's Sanitary Sewer Rehabilitation last week, Lawrence Burton of the Orem Water Reclamation Division, applauded the work and said, "This kind of sewer rehabilitation is a lot better, and a lot less expensive." |