OCR Text |
Show T H IVQ E S Ooinion nt Dinion Monday 1 0:00 a.m ; All submissions are subject to M and The 0nevaC jI publishomottopubiisJ ) A2 Thursday, June 12, 2003 Editorial COMMENTARY & Q A special thank you extended to all Summerfest personnel and volunteers It is obvious that an extravaganza like Orem's annual Summerfest community com-munity celebration would not be possible without the efforts and planning of many individuals. The Times would like to extend a thank you, in advance, to all of those whose work will make the 2003 edition of this event possible. City of Orem personnel who work on Summerfest include Boyd Wilkins as city staff liaison; Jill Winder, administrative support; sup-port; and Denton Johnson, Public Safety. Many other unnamed individuals are involved as well helping with everything from security secu-rity to clean-up. Also to be commended are the Summerfest volunteers. volun-teers. Former president of the United States George Bush said this of volunteers: volun-teers: "A volunteer is a person per-son who can see what others oth-ers cannot see who can feel what most do not feel. Often, such gifted persons do not think of themselves as volunteers, but as citizens citi-zens citizens in the fullest sense: partners in civilization." Thank you to the Summerfest volunteers for their vision and citizenship that create an event that unifies the city and provides pro-vides a sense of community in an increasingly busy and complicated world. This year's Summerfest executive committee was headed by Chad Broderick as chairman. Jacque Brown has served as first vice chairman. Executive committee com-mittee members included Jan Clark, LaRene Jensen, Van P'arnworth, Vicki Garbutt, Barbara Darnell, and Mary Fehlberg. Councilwoman Karen McCandless has represented represent-ed the Orem City Council on the committee. Other volunteers have included: Susan Bauer, Baby Contest; Anne Lundell, Crafts Boutique; Mike Hendriksen, Dutch Oven Cook-off; Lance Larsen, amateur radio; Keven Stratton, golf chipping; chip-ping; and Kelly Andersen, Children's Parade. Another great point about Summerfest is that the celebration provides a forum to honor individuals who have made outstanding outstand-ing contributions to the community. Alan and Karen Ashton, well-known to Orem residents as community commu-nity builders and philanthropists, philan-thropists, will be recognized as the grand marshals for the parade. The accomplishments accomplish-ments and contributions of this dynamic couple are too numerous to list here, but a quote from the city's published pub-lished Summerfest guide is an appropriate summation: "Over the years, the Ashtons have contributed significantly to the cause of making Orem a better city for all of us. It's a pleasure to have them as our 2003 grand marshals!" A Summerfest tradition begun several years ago is to honor area junior high school students, selected by their respective schools as excellent representatives of the school's ideals and values. val-ues. The students chosen have the opportunity to meet the mayor and City Council members, to participate partic-ipate in the grand parade as student marshals, and to view the fireworks display from a VIP location. The students so recognized this year are: Gabriella Salse, Canyon View; Kaili Colledge, Lakeridge; Jaqueline Azzarello, Lakeridge; Rocky Mortensen, Oak Canyon; Casey Groesbeck, Oak Canyon, and Brandon Brown, Orem Jr. Again, thank you from an appreciative community to all of those including the sponsors who have been generous with time, money, and resources in making Summerfest a reality Give dm duett Memmie Owe 3lemwikaM& 5but QJhitd RICHARD RASMUSSEN Capt. U.S. Navy, Retired I was teaching at Rigby High School, my first job out of college, when Barbara was pregnant with our first. Three sons, no daughters, my Dad hopefully predicted it would be a girl. By Christmas, Barbara's condition was visible. By late winter, she really began to show. I thought she should be quiet and restful, if not in a bed, at least in a chair with her feet up and a blanket. Instead, she was full of energy. She loved the Idaho winter, trudged in the deep and drifted snow along the river or in the foothills east. Her health was good, but her shape was such that she could have rolled down a hill frontwards, head over heel. Our tiny, two bedroom house was actually in Dr. Tail's back yard, two blocks from school. Mrs. Goody's maternity home was two doors up. When I got the call, I literally ran to Mrs. Goody's place. Dr. Tall allowed the father in the delivery room, and I was deeply involved in the process. I wanted a girl, too. I held the mask over Barbara's The Orem-Geneva Times 538 South State Street Orem, UT 84058 An edition of The Daily Herald, Pulitzer Newspapers, Inc. Subscriptions & Delivery .375-5103 News & Advertising 225-1 340 Fax 2251341 E-mail . : oremtimesnetworld.com USPS 411-711. Published Thursdays by Pulitzer Newspapers, Inc., 538 South State Street, Orem, Utah 84058. Periodicals postage paid at Orem, Utah 84059. Postmaster: Send address changes to P.O. Box 65, Orem, UT 84059. Member: Audit Bureau of Circulations NEWSSTAND PRICE $0.50 SUBSCRIPTION RATE 1 year-$36.40 (in county) (Sunday & Thursday plus Holiday deliveries) Holiday deliveries include delivery the week of Easter, Memorial, Independence, Pioneer, Labor, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's Day. 1 year- $45.40 (out of county) NEWS We welcome news tips. Call 225-1340 to report news tips or if you have a comment or a question. We welcome letters to the editor. All letters must include the author's name (printed AND signed) and a telephone number. We reserve the righ to edit letters let-ters for clarity, punctuation, taste and length. Letters are welcome on any topic. face when she begged for anesthetic. anes-thetic. After great effort with ugly tools and ages of time, Dr. Tall said that the baby was here a tiny girl with a head of -hair. My excitement turned to fear, however. She was lifeless and I knew she must be dead. I could only gasp, "Too bad and it was a girl, too." Then Dr. Tall held her up by the heels, swatted swat-ted her bottom an she began to cry. Judy had entered our world, and she's been on stage ever since. Precocious then, and always confident, Judy's life has been a continuous adventure. I can see her learning to walk in our apartment in Lincoln, Nebraska; happily running her walker through three rooms in a row kitchen, living room and bedroom. She was restless, one night in her crib. I gave her a newspaper; the crackling 'entertained her, until she tried to'-eat it, gagged and threw up thoroughly, then looked up as if to say, "Well, what did you expect?" - Later, when I was in the Navy, we dined out our last night in Memphis with another Navy couple and their child, about Judy's age. We wondered how she would behave. The other child was uncontrollable, stood, stood on the table, jumped up and down in her chair and embarrassed her parents in many ways. Judy, in awe of the other girl's behavior, was model of decorum. We went to Jacksonville. Judy and Barbara wen tot the beach. Overcast sky so they stayed but the sand was white and they were burned fro heat to foot then covered with lotion and bandages until we went to Ft. Lauderdale. With little time and less money, we looked for a place to stay. We found a vacancy, a room and a kitchen, but the lady said they did not rent to couples with children. We begged, but she was adamant no children. "I'm only the manager," she said, "Not the owner, and that's the policy. I believe to this day that Judy, still only a toddler, understood under-stood she was the problem. She smiled winsomely and stirred a drop of compassion. The lady said, "I can't leave you on the street. You can stay here for a day or two, until you find a place, but you must keep the baby quiet; I can't let anyone know she's here." For three nights, we practically practi-cally smothered Judy, when she made the slightest sound; for three days. Barbara looked for a place to stay, to no avail. Dreading eviction, we heard the manager knocked on the door. "You can stay here," she said, then told us how, unbeknown unbe-known to us, Judy had managed man-aged to get out of the apartment apart-ment and visit the manager in her office down the hall. Our child's charm had made a friendship that was to last, until we left Lauderdale. When Judy was in first grade Kirkland, Washington, she got Brazilian ring-worm in her hair. On doctor's orders, we rubbed ointment, bathed her daily in Potassium Permanganate and shaved her head. Barbara cried when her long locks fell to the floor. Healthy otherwise, she went to school and we just knew she would be ashamed and her personality per-sonality would suffer. After a day or two, we got telephone calls from other parents who said in general, "Call our kid off. Half the girls in her class want their hair shaved off." In high school, Judy was a cheer leader, sang the lead in three musicals Oklahoma, Caroussel, Brigadoon and ran for cereal queen and lost. Her parents were dejected. She shrugged and announced that mediocre was more popular than superior. We went to see the Pentagon. In the complex of streets, overpasses and such, on the main entrance one way thoroughfare, I went the wrong way. Whistled down by a burly policeman, I trembled and started to explain. Out the window, win-dow, Judy cried "Why don't' you have decent signs around here. No one knows where to go. It's disgusting." The policeman quickly changed from threat to apology. "I'm sorry ma'am, You're right. I'll just hold the traffic and you can turn around." "take the initiative," Judy said. We thought she would follow fol-low music and she does lead the church choir, but she turned to Political Science at BYU. As a Professor at Suffolk University, Boston, she has loved her work. She has friends, literally all over the world and is now serving as Dean of Suffolk's campus in Senegal, West Africa. Active in Church, she was a founding member of the publication, publi-cation, Exponent Two, has written for Sunstone, contributed con-tributed to Mormon Literature, such as the book, Mormon Sisters, has shared the podium with the wife of President Spencer W. Kimball at the Provo Women's Conference. She's the loving and loved mother of four, and has brought pride and joy to her parents. Her cheerful optimism has served her well. Timpanogos Green l' 1 Ml The (SofrS i? Fai They say that Father Adam, as a mai Was called to implement a precious pla J Remembering the bright and holy face 1 That called on him to spawn the human ra- He joined to procreate with Mother Eve The species, blessed to listen and believe ' ; The more sure word of prophecy, he spoke, si ' I V milIn 4 "l-i m TmOTMT T 1 1 il , J. u guiuc nidi u.iaj.iy uxmui cn uu u ugn tne Vf "' For near a thousand years he did evoke ': The righteousness of Earth's new pioneer; :; How many souls are on the Earth, todat The gift of Adam's faith on Fathers Day? Nobility, intelligence abound, Wherever Adam's faithful flock is found He holds salvation's keys upon the earth For every person, who achieves his birth. Eschewing vain androgyny, His wife and he had many progeny, The ancestor of every single one Is Father Adam, also, Mother Eve. Well-started, was the human race begun To live and grow; to harvest and believe. How many have been born, we cannot sa;. To feel of Adam's faith on Fathers Day As Father Adam was the paradigm, His sons have followed in this place and re And in the holy havens of each child, Their fondest hopes and dreams he has begui A noble man becomes a Father, born To bless his children, every mortal mora Each Father has the opportunity To mold the shape his children come to k The lessons that he learns from Fatherte May, sometimes, not at first, be underst Th e wisdom of the ages he must seek To bless his family, from week to week. On Fathers Day his faith may crystallize He learns how best to plant the sacred sect Which flourish well, according to their nee-And nee-And so, at last, we find on Fathers Day, Each Father finds his faith a different fij The love that flows to him in such array Becomes that Father's pretty precious Pj Far richer than a Father's heart can m And brighter than a galleon of gold- bometimes, when Father leans upon his & Tf "Tool O -rxr T-vr niikof nn l' q1 tTlflTl 3 WT But with the light that Providence besP One day, he wakes to realize he knoffS; And so, the gift of faith on Fathers W Becomes for him a beautiful bouquet; And he presents it to his loving His inspiration through eternal life- "It is a wise father that knows his own child." - William Shakespeare DEADLINES Because of the increase of new stories &adv SUBMITTED TO THE OllEM-GENEVA TIMES, OUR NEWS & ADVERTISING IS 10:00 A.M. MONDAY." TO BE BROUGHT TO THE OREM-GENEVaT- 538 South State, Orem. Entries may be edited for length and If you have any questions please call our 0 225-1340 |