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Show T I IVO E Submit a Guest PriuTr Opinion at our officii L I i coo ,i ' Cf o eu ui jog oourn stQ( Orem. Deadlines Monday 1 0:00 a.m. All qnhmi::inrK arp Qiihiort tn nion and The Orem-Geneva Times nnhlioh Af not rr, nilhlinh r. . lfi" A2 Thursday, March , 2003 yuuiion ui nui iu puuiiou d oUUlTllSSiOn COMMENTARY &(Qtq c Editorial Utah veterans are deserving of support ED HOKE Executive Director of Utah Veterans Assistance Foundation These past months, many of our fellow fel-low citizens here in Utah have once again been asked by our great nation to put their lives on the line, in the war on terror. Hundreds of brave Utah men and women have done their duty and hundreds hun-dreds more have just left or are in the process of answering their call to duty. Utah National Guard and Reserve units are the most called upon and activated acti-vated units in all of the 50 United States. These veterans truly represent what is best about this wonderful country coun-try of ours. They are patriotic and proud to serve, but they have needs that should be addressed. One example of many of our Utah neighbors is Timpanogos High School teacher and Head Football Coach Frank Bramall. Within days of finishing up the most successful football season in the history of Timpanogos High School, this Gulf War veteran was activated to go to Kuwait in preparation for possible military mili-tary action in Iraq. Days before we enjoyed our own Christmas with our families, he left his country and his family, fam-ily, consisting of a wife and five children, including a newborn son. Frank Bramall, like many other brave Americans from Utah, remains proud to serve, but he and they have basic human needs. His only household income immediately goes from that of a head football coach to that of an enlisted man, military E-5 pay. Without getting into numbers, I know that you can understand the huge difference in his pay and what it costs his family and others in this situation, financially, for them to serve. Our veterans who have served in the past struggle to get training for jobs, to find decent housing, to afford medical co-payments, and many other basics we take for granted. They need our help to meet minimal human needs. Taking into consideration these and other reasons, and after much consultation consulta-tion with a broad base of veterans organizations and civic and elected government gov-ernment officials, I know that we can do something to help our Utah veterans who have served both past and present, and their families. It is our goal to make Utah Veterans Assistance Foundation, a 501 (C) 3 charity, char-ity, a reality. Many other states have had this assistance for a long time, and their need is not nearly as great as the need we have here in Utah. Our state gives so many of our men and women, these brave American military heroes, who readily lay down their lives for the cost of freedom. As a state, a nation and a people, we owe them our help and sup-: port. Our foundation has no paid personnel, person-nel, and although we are getting a great, broad base of moral support from citi-; zens, and city, county, state, and national nation-al elected representatives, what we need now is financial support. We need to get the word out, in order to garner the additional help to make a difference for these individuals and families. It is our goal to provide cash grants to assist these veterans and their families that will fall into the low income bracket because of this activation. We also want to assist those past veterans who go to the VA Hospital and clinics and who: cannot meet their medical co-payments. We are at this time organizing fundraisers, applying for community block grants, private foundation funding, fund-ing, and enlisting public and private; donations. If you would like to know more or would like to help, please call (801) 802-8573 or (801) 360-2080. Note: Ed Hoke is an Orem resident.! The Utah Veterans Assistance Foundation can also be contacted at P.O. Box 1895, Orem, Utah, 84059. Oivc dm duett Memories Jhe tDance JViqht G&wfixuj. The Utah Valley Elder Quest of the Center of Lifelong Learning at Utah Valley State College is comprised of some 200 local senior citizens, many of whom recall and write down their memories and life experiences, experi-ences, such as the one presented here. RICHARD RASMUSSEN Waldo Coleman was my fellow range rider, 22, an LDS returned missionary and philosopher; I was nearly 16. Waldo decided we should go to a dance at Pond's Lodge, a resort in Island Park, popular for summer visitors. Gary Cooper and Wallace Beery had ranches nearby. 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All letters must include the author's name (printed AND signed) and a telephone number. We reserve the right to edit letters let-ters for clarity, punctuation, taste and length. Letters are welcome wel-come on any topic. Publisher Managing Editor News Editor Sports Editor Contributing Writers Pagination & Graphics Office Manager Office Printing Relations Advertising Sales Production & Press Times Publishing Staff Brent Sumner bsumnerheraldextra.com Reva Bowen Scarlett Barger Martin Harris Clyde E. Weeks Jr. Robert King Sydney Sumner Scott Sumner Sydney Sumner Sydney Sumner Brent Sumner Phil Patten Brent Sumner Steve Goodwin Josh Romero Robert Kint machines and joked with the natives; Gary was reclusive, allegedly to avoid attention. It was over 20 miles, a fur piece in a rattle-trap Model A going through Rattlesnake and Shotgun and across the bridge. Waldo was happy with anticipation; less worldly, I had doubts. I didn't talk with girls very well; to me, they were a mystery. My cousin, Sarrah Ann, had helped me to dance a little, but at school dances, I was mostly a spectator. specta-tor. I hardly had in my pocket more than the 50 cents it took to get in the dance. Only farm boys and country bumpkins wore Levi's like mine. Worst of all, I wore cowboy boots. All in all, I wondered how I'd let Waldo talk me into this. I washed my face in the restroom, patted my hair down with a paper towel and hung my hat on a peg. Pond's Lodge had a new dance floor, not quite completed. At the end opposite from the orchestra orches-tra was a grave-size hole, surrounded sur-rounded only with two-by-fours nailed to the floor and a small sign said "Warning." The slot machines were in the corner. With the crowd, the orchestra, girls, and the way I thought I looked, I went over to the slot machines. More comfortable watching there than watching the dance. Levers were pulled, wheels turned, and a silver half-dollar rolled across the floor in front of me. No one claimed it. I bent to pick it up. My hand stopped on slender fingers that had beat me ta it, and in the semi-darkness, I was face to face with one of those creatures crea-tures I sought to avoid a girl. She was blond. She had red lips. She was gorgeous. "That's OK," I stammered. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were after it." She was more beautiful in more light. She had blue eyes. I felt numb. Seemed like, minutes passed. I tried to think of something to say. She smiled, "We could share it. Do you like Seven Up?" I said yes, and she took my arm and we headed for the bar. She was as relaxed as I was uptight. "I'm from California." She was even more beautiful. California was Ronald Coleman and Bebe Daniels. We drank Seven Ups. I was glad to have something to do. She paid for them. A pause. "California," I said. "Long Beach." I could see her on Long Beach in a bathing suit. "Wow." I was becoming more profound. "I'm Christina." "I'm Richard." "They call me Tina." "They call me Dick." Pause. "Are you a cowboy?" I'd never thought of it that way. "I punch cows." "I don't know what that means, but it sounds important. impor-tant. We just have the movie kind in California." Long pause. "Do you wear spurs?" "Yes." "My, with those little pointed wheels, like the ones hanging on the wall?" More profound now. "Those are called rowels." She was delicate like a girl. I tried to make talk. "Do you like Pond's Lodge -- and the dance?" She misunderstood. "Oh, thank you. I'd be glad to." And we were on the dance floor together. Tina was graceful. I was stiff. I could do the two-step in my boots, not a waltz. "I like slow music," she said, and we danced around the floor again. I felt like Fred Astaire in cowboy boots. I didn't did-n't see the warning sign. As Tina danced backwards, her heel hit. I pushed her into the grave-size hole, horrified and fell in on top of her. Somehow we got entangled. We climbed back on the dance floor. Couples gathered. Tina spoke first. "Are you hurt?" "No, did you ruin your dress?" "It's OK, but I've never done anything like that before." I wanted to disappear. disap-pear. "You'll never want to see me again." She was really tender. She smiled, sensed my embarrassment and guilt. She took my arm. We danced around the floor. A man appeared. He was dressed up. "My last name is Decker," she said. "This is my father, Phillip Phillip Decker. We're in the Long Beach phone book - Decker, Phillip Decker." He shook my hand. "Glad to meetcha, cowboy." I looked at Tina's red lips. She held my hand for a moment. She wanted to do what I wanted to do, but we couldn't in a crowd. "I've always wanted to meet a real cowboy. It's been fun." She sort of tossed her blond hair and she was gone. ( Column ) J Century of ostQ Jieroes in Orem Dogs -- the letter carriers' nemesis CLYDE E. WEEKS, JR. Times Correspondent Part 9 On Nov. 1, 1950, the Orem Post Office moved from its quarters in the Orem City Hall, across the street to a 1,950-square-foot building, located at 21 North State Street. It was none too soon, for the decade, extending from 1950 to 1960, would see a growth in Orem's population popula-tion amounting to 121 percent per-cent an increase of 10,032 people. Also during that decade, was seen the conversion con-version of Orem's city government gov-ernment from the mayor-council mayor-council form to the city manager-council form. Orem's business development, develop-ment, concentrated on State Street from 2000 North to 2000 South, moved hi the direction of centralization in 1955. On March 21 of that year, representatives of the Orem Chamber of Commerce met with the Orem City Council to seek approval for re-zoning an area adjacent to State Street and Center Street for a shopping center development. develop-ment. On Oct. 15, 1956, the Orem City Council approved plans for . construction con-struction of an $800,000 sewage treatment plant to serve a projected population of 45,000 people. On April 4, 1957, the Utah State Banking Commission received applications for three new banks in Orem. Jan. 5, 1959, marked the passage by the Orem City Council of an ordinance, requiring dog owners to keep their dogs on their own property at all times, except when they were on a leash. That action was taken, following fol-lowing numerous complaints com-plaints regarding depredations depreda-tions to property by dogs. Mail carriers at the Orem Post Office also welcomed the new ordinance, since their work, delivering mail to businesses and residences resi-dences all over the city, often brought them in contact con-tact with unfriendly dogs. Rural carriers delivering mail from their cars seldom had problems with dogs, but several hundred homes and businesses were now receiving receiv-ing mail delivery by letter carriers, making deliver, on foot and bicycles. As territorial Danung ana attacking orten Decame a real M to letter earners, ffiaii Liieu uenvery rounds; days a week. Letter ers, sometimes suftv! dog bites and torn uniU while delivering the J wen aeservea tne state t e i iieiueo xur meir COM J j :j . i .. ana tenacity in deliver-the deliver-the mail. Armed with only a car aerosol animal rep letter carriers became i j x i C 1 1 uargeua ui loose roairiS dogs. On Jan. 16, 1952 -date when City Deli Service was inaugurate R.F.D. 3 was discontie and Rural Carrier Reed Davis received an ,'appc: ment as a carrier in the t: Delivery Service. V Graff and Keith tM were also appointed tj carriers. M. Verne Thurbe; i Fred Jielding continue serve tne remaining m rural routes. Kenneth G. Johnson ;j named assistant postep ter at the growing 0:1 Post Office Aug. 16, II He had served as a pel clerk in the office s 1948. In 1955, the olive-col: street mail collection b: throughout the com; were painted red, white blue, and six of those li were located at strati locations throughout City of Orem. It was longer necessary to goto post office to mail letter; Also in 1955, (tot Mail was established toi vide mailers with pro! delivery for 15 cents, Most of the 22 office boxes in the Of Post Office lobby were rl ed by both individuals businesses. And the p? money order was a popj means of sending M through the mails risk. Late in 1960, after t ating for 10 years a State Street building- crowded Orem Post Of moved again to a new, lis ern 6.500-sauare-iooti ty, which had been built 96 West Center Street office featured ample 1 ing for customers employees. filIB Because of the increase of m stories ft ikM saMtted to the OremAindon limes, ourdesE for news & advertising is lfl:C0 a.m. Mondaj. Ken need to he brought (o the Oremlindon ft 538 South State Street, Orem. Entries laytf for length and content C; 225-1340 Ifyou have any e |