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Show Citizen Wednesday, September 15, 1993 Page 2 Editorial v Equestrian park would be asset Plans to build an equestrian park on 40 acres of land between Lehi, Highland and American Fork is good news, not just for horse owners, but for everyone else in north Utah County. The equestrian park will fill several sev-eral needs that are not presently being met by any other public facility. facil-ity. And it will do so by removing an eyesore and replacing it with some of the dedicated green space that will become more and more valuable as time passes. The city councils of all three bordering bor-dering communities have agreed to the need for the park. After all, there are lots of people who own horses in all three communities and many don't have adequate facilities to enjoy en-joy them. As it is, public roads are now one of the common pathways used for horseback riding, and they are unsuited to recreational riding - especially es-pecially recreational riding for the younger generation. Cars and horses have had a hard time cooperating on public roads since the introduction of the automobile. Converting the 40-acre gravel pit at 6800 W. 9300 North into an equestrian eques-trian park would provide a safe place for riders, young and old, to enjoy their horses -- and more. As designed by County Engineer Clyde Naylor, the equestrian park would offer a variety of options for area residents. September is of the passing September days -- those end of summer days when the weeds in the garden get the best of us and we say, "Oh, what the heck, just let them grow." For soon we will look up to the hills and see the purple haze of Indian summer and the arrival of fall. Already the fruit on my apple tree is showing red, reminding me that harvest time is not far away. September is a time to dream of other September days many years ago when life was carefree and each day an adventure. I was 10 years old when we built our first cabin. It was on a mountain in Wales that went by the name of Penrhewgwer. On top of the mountain there was a stone wall that was supposed to have been built by the Romans when they invaded the country. We used the stones from this wall to build our cabin. The masons were not very skilled, but skill was not very important for it was only one room and a small one at that. When the walls were as high as our heads, we put on the roof. From the nearby woods we secured branches of trees which we laid across the top. The roof was not rainproof and you could see the stars at night. We had no sleeping bags so we filled gunny sacks with leaves and heather. They were not as clean and sanitary as white sheets, but you 6lept with the aroma of beech and heather. Ah, those mornings. The sun came up at fiveo-clock and our alarm clock was the skylark soaring into the sky, which was a hymn of praise to our maker. Then came the visit to the brook. How can you describe a brook on a September morning? Before you get to it you can hear its song. Untroubled like the hearts of boys. Almost I can feel the cool water on face and body. We had no towel to dry with or a comb for the hair. It was cut so 6hort there was no need of a comb, and the warm air soon dried our bodies. Soon it was time for breakfast, and breakfast was right there in the brook. We would feel under the rocks More working Women fought long and hard for a place in the workplace. Next, they sought and won acceptance in the executive suite. However gradually, their pay scale is moving up to match that of men; Now the prize they sought is diminished dimin-ished by the cost it cost. The Yankelovich survey each year has asked working women if they would quit their jobs. "If you didn't need the money, would you quit your job?" For the first 20 years of the survey, about 30 percent of working women said "yes." By 1989, the number grew to 38 percent. per-cent. The most recent survey shows that 56 percent of working women WOULD LIKE TO GO HOME! Ann Clurman, one of the Yankelovich partners, suggests that the real message of the women's movement was that "you can be anything you want to be." Now that they have proved it, they feel free to stay home without apology. Commercial ads on television are re- Stables, a pavilion, unloading a nd parking areas, horse and bike trails and a rodeo arena are all part of the plan. Bridle paths could crisscross the natural area inside the proposed park, providing plenty of space for recreational riding. The plan also includes space where the three cities could build pavilions, pavil-ions, volleyball courts, horse shoe pits, a show arena and more -- extending ex-tending the use of the park beyond that of a simple bridle path. The only other comparable public facility in the county is in Spanish Fork, where the county fairgrounds are located. The one-time gravel pit has not been used for years, except for storage stor-age of road building material and possible as an easy dumpinggrounds for those who want to avoid the landfill. land-fill. It is easily accessible, and would meet needs that cities are currently unable to provide as more and more land is developed for homes. The park would also enhance the general quality of life for the area by increasing the recreational options available to local residents - it never hurts to make your hometown a nicer place to live. Utah County officials are to be complimented for having the foresight fore-sight to look at an abandoned eyesore eye-sore of a gravel pit and envision it as an equestrian park that will be asset to all the communities in north Utah County. celebration of summer Browsing By TOM GRIFFITHS J and bank and when we would feel a trout, we would work our fingers into its gills, then we had it. Back to the cabin for breakfast. A blackened black-ened frying pan with trout frying in bacon drippings we had brought from home. Thick slices of homemade bread dipped in the drippings. Aye, indeed, what a breakfast. But those halcyon days of September came to a sad end. We were reclin ing on our beds of leaves when Sergeant Smith, the local arm of the law, and a man in a suit ordered us out of the cabin and notified us we were trespassing on private property. But if we returned the stones to the wall and cleaned up the area no charges would be preferred against us. So, on that September Saturday, we replaced the stones to the wall that was built by the Romans many hundreds of years before. When it was cleaned up to the satisfaction satisfac-tion of the bobby, he allowed us to go home. We never did find out who the bloke in the suit was. He had an officious look about him like he might have been a government agency, probably from the Bureau of Spoiling Spoil-ing Boys' Summers. women 'want to go home' PfflUO Harvey 1993 Paul Harvey Products Inc. aimingthemselves at Mom in the kitchen. A new organization called FEMALE (Formerly Employed Mothers At Loose Ends) has 2,000 members. It has now redefined its own acronym, has changed its named to Formerly Employed Em-ployed Mothers At The Leading Edge. For The Wall Street Journal, Alecia Swasy has designated these re-liberated women "Power Moms." They apply to parenting the same skills, organization and energy which they refined re-fined in the office, shop or boardroom. And where a dozen years ago the stay-at-homes were apologizing for their "old-fashioned "old-fashioned bench warming" now it's a Play role results in a whole I come from a long line of basically hairless hair-less people - at least as far as I know. The pictures of my pioneer ancestors show men with clean shaven faces and stern expressions. My father shaved every morning --1 can remember at no time seeing anything more than a 5 o'clock shadow on his face. Only on his face, it was more like a 3 o'clock shadow -- even at five. There wasn't much hair there. My brother Kerry sports a beard from time to time, but he inherited his beard from my mother's 6ide of the family and his athletic prowess from my father's --1 got it the other way around, falling short in both categories. In high school I had a baby face that was the center of some derision. During our senior class beard growing contest, Mr. Perkins, the chemistry teacher, humiliated me in front of the entire class by taking out a magnifying glass and examining my face to make a 6how of the fact that while I wasn't shaving, I wasn't involved in the contest either. I had no need to remove my facial hair until I was 19, and then it was a hit and miss proposition, and it didn't make a lot of difference whether I hit or missed. It wasn't until I hit about 23 that it really became a daily necessity to subject my face to the razor - and I've been shaving daily ever 6ince. Until now. I landed my first role as a villain in the American Fork Arts Council's production of "Oliver," and the director asked me to stop shaving for a while - to add to the overall The get-away It happens to most moms only once in a blue moon -- the chance to get away from it all. This past weekend it was my turn as several friends and co-workers left our families fami-lies behind and took a quick trip to Wendover. It's been in the discussion stages for several years, and we've been working seriously seri-ously for many months, trying to schedule our escape. Or is that escapade? When we first began our down-to-earth planning, we had to look at everyone's concerns, con-cerns, trying to find a time that would fit each family's needs. Someone had to be around a certain month to watch a child in a play; another couldn't go because of choir obligations. , Since most of us work at the same place, we tried to schedule around payday. We wanted the trip to be soon after the checks were handed out so that we could have financial backinsdbr our jaunt. With a potentially perfect weekend in mind, things got called off when one of our party had surgery on her right elbow - a bad affliction for someone about to tangle with the one-armed bandits. Then summer was a good time for one with a baby, since she would have built-in babysitters through her older children. However, those of us with only older children chil-dren knew the perils of leaving them unsupervised. A unanimous decision was reached, however, how-ever, which allowed all of us to conclude Arts Council says Editor: An open letter to the citizens of American Fork: We would like to express our sincere appreciation and recognition of those special spe-cial individuals who have helped the American Ameri-can Fork Arts Council in so many ways. The list of volunteers and the countless hours they devote to the Arts Council cannot possibly be individually acknowledged because be-cause of the number of individuals that need to be thanked. We would also like to bring attention to the many merchants and businesses who have been willing to discount, donate or give service in any way they possibly can. This has helped more than words could ever express. i Recently, we have even received contributions contri-butions that were both unsolicited and anonymous from a local citizen and a local status symbol, c "She's likely to be organizing a $50,000 community fund-raiser while, at the same time, holding down the equivalent of a part-time job in her child's classroom." Can't Mom get so busy with extracurricular extra-curricular civic and social activities that she is no more "at home" than her office-worker office-worker counterpart? Yes. So do the children of stay-at-home moms turn out better? That will be debated and evaluated for yet a while. ) All of us with long enough memories recall mothers who were "always there," and we can't imagine any compromise to be an improvement ' On the other hand, I see in my own professional family examples of office-working office-working mothers who seek so conscientiously conscien-tiously to compensate that their children probably get altogether as much TLC as any. , Perhaps the next generation of young mothers of young children, who can afford af-ford to, will stay home... Until the children are grown and Mother needs a new career. The Editor's 4? .f Column H By MARC HADDOCK despicable look of the character. He also asked us not to cut our h air, and in my case, that means long hair indeed. It's a great part, if you are into beating women and terrorizinglittle kids. In my few previous outings, I've always been a happy sort of fellow - a one-eyed, near-sighted, goofy pirate in a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta, oper-etta, a lowbrow street dweller in "My Fair Lady" and the happy-go-lucky Marcellus Washburn in "The Music Man." Here was a chance to be really bad - and I was looking forward to it. (Here comes the plug: The play opens Thursday at the Utah State Developmental Center and runs for two weeks on Thursdays, Thurs-days, Fridays, Saturdays and Mondays. It looks to be great fun.) Knowing how my face goes, and grows, I started about three days early, just to see how things went. They went about as I expected - with patches here and there, some grey growing amongthe brown, and pretty sparse growth for the most part. that almost got away (Social's l"Jice By BARBARA CHRISTIANSEN that last weekend was the perfect time. We knew that when we called to make reservations, something would happen. Either there would be ahumongous convention conven-tion in town or something else would prevent pre-vent us from our appointed getaway. Nothing materialized and we received our confirmation in the mail. Suddenly the week was upon us and we were all warning each other to not get sick or let our children have any accidents. We almost spoke in whispers in order not to jinx any long-standing plans. Departure day dawned bright and clear and our outlooks were nearly as optimistic. We were not disappointed as the travel proved uneventful and we arrived too early to check into the hotel. Undaunted, we made good use of the waiting time with explorations of our hotel and the closest one nearby. Astonishing comparisons were made between some of their facilities and those in our office. Many of theslotmachines were equipped with buttons to push instead of the lever to pull to make the wheels spin. Great for those of us suffering from tendonitis, but they had a personality quite similar to our thanks for many doctor who wanted to help because they believed in the vision we are trying to see become a reality. Our deepest appreciation goes to all of you and we hope that we can We should help Editor: People in American Fork should offer more in the way ofhelp to the less fortunate. In our society we should constantly be on Hunter Safety teachers lauded Editor: I am writing this letter as a thank you to Dave and Yvonne Adams for the great hunter safety program they have been offering of-fering here in Pleasant Grove for several years. I have been through their program twice without ever getting my blue card because I act as an interpreter for my deaf children. I just finished the second session with my deaf son and my hearing daughter. I want them to know how much it is appreciated that they take the time to help' those who don't go through this program so easily. Their class was amazingly quiet and controlled. I was allowed to do whatever was necessary to help my sons understand the material presented. It is not easy to interpret a test and Policy on letters to the editor We welcome letters to the editor. edi-tor. All letters should be typewritten type-written and do uble spaced. Letters Let-ters must also be signed, and must include the writer's name and telephone number. Please send letters to Editor, Newt ah News Group, P.O. Box 7, American Ameri-can Fork, Utah, 84003. new look It's looking pretty scroungy about now, and when I go out in public, people look at me strangely. I can't blame them. "You look like a drunk," my 10-year-old daughter told me when she first caught sight of the new look. She's right. I figure I could spend an afternoon under, a tree in Pioneer Park in Salt Lake and not raise an eyebrow. I could spend the night, under the 6th South off-ramp and look right, at home and no soup kitchen in the country would turn me away. And I'm not sure if s going to get much better. - " But I guess that's all part of the character charac-ter - and so much the better. Still, I feel pretty self-conscious about the entire affair. af-fair. So everybody out there who sees me and figures I'm going to the dogs, I just want, you to know that it is all in the name of art, - and not a true reflection of my character,.' Frankly, I am afraid I might grow accustomed accus-tomed to the look - and then I don't know, what I will do. , I am considering some options. ( . I could shave right after the final performance perfor-mance - and wash three weeks of painstak- ing growth down the sink. I could maintain the growth for a month ; - by that time I figure 111 be able to go to any Halloween party in town with a funny hat' and a plastic Uzi and say I'm Yasser Arafat , I could maintain the growth like Lt Ryker on Star Trek: The Next Generation.' It looks pretty good on him. As it is, I'm rather undecided. I guess you could say it's all up in the hair. But the' look is growing on me. , , copy machine. You had to hit the button just right to get any results at all, let alone the ones you wanted. I'm not sure whether the t copier or the slot machine delivered more consistent results. When we sat down to eat, we took the closest chairs to where we entered the restaurant. Things just didn't seem right, , however, because we wound up in the wrong . order from where we each sit in our as-' signed seats for Tuesday lunch at the office'' Not only that, but we had entirely too much elbow room to make us feel at homej There's nothing like the tradition of seating four more people than a table is designed to hold to give you a feeling of closeness and claustrophobia. It seemed so empty with", room to lift your fork. '. Later that night in our room, several of", us discussed snoring - whether or not we , did, and what strategies we used to discour- age a husband from doing so. Hot only '. entertaining, it was extremely enlighten-' ing as we learned new and different tech- . niques. . It gave us a whole new outlook, also, si" each of us knows each other's husband through different channels. ' Most amazing, however, was having threeofthefiveofuschoose to remain in the '. room that evening. Those who partied may ; have considered us spoilsports, but we didn't think so. ', We just wish our 18-year-old coworker j could have been there with us. After all, she ' already thinks we giggle too much anyway. volunteers continue to work together and accomplish those things which will enhance and improve im-prove the quality of life in American Fork. -American Fork Arts Council less fortunate the alert to help our fellow man and always strive to be honest. -Sid Robinson watch while your children choose the wrong answers, but I was allowed to sit with both of my deaf sons to help them understand the test. I wouldn't have dreamed of cheating. There are very few people who take having a child with a handicap so in stride, with so little fuss. j Theyhadotherchildreninclasswhohad ; problems. IwatchedYvonnereadthetestto ' another child so that he could better understand. under-stand. I have been in several situations -where such important help would not be allowed. Thanks so much for the great job you both do. My lastchild has gone through your ' program but 111 always be grateful Maybe IH get my card now! -Vea Lynn P. Jarvis ! 1 |