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Show Semier Qtomttg jflnnfter MARCH 6, 1997 PAGE 4 From traffic stop to Indians in Slinersnlle drug bust big-tim- e In the late 18005 there were Navajos who would come to trade animals. They dealt mostly in horses, sheep, and other animals. The Indians that visited Minersville were tall and handsome. Being a peaceable band of Indians they were welcome li f Competitor of the Week Brady Williams has been mentioned as a candidate for and he just keeps Competitor of the Week for several weeks better. He selected for was the honor following last getting week's basketball game. Congratulations, Brady .and good luck at the Region XV Tournament! . . AW ssa- - to camp within the City at the LDS Church. They sold things to the residents such as blankets, and pinenuts. The children found this very entertaining. They would watch them dance, and occasionally join in themselves. Indians from all over the state in the earlv davs inined I together in an area east of Minersville called Wide Mouth. During the winter one story related is of Heber Gillins. With snow on the ground the Indians had been dancing for three nights when some of the boys went up to see what was going on. Some of the boys joined in the dancing. Heber was invited to wrestle an Indian, and the bets were made. The two young men wrestled and Heber threw the Indian. The Indians in Minersville led a simple life existing mostly on small game, seed, roots, also crickets and grasshoppers. The wildlife in the surrounding area was also plentiful with deer and rabbits. Indian writings can still be found in areas around Minersville such as Checkerboard Hill southeast of town. Also above Nine Mile Hole southwest of Minersville. On Yellow Mountain searchers may find arrowheads and pottery. This was a gathering place for Indians on top as a lookout and also for protection from hostile tribes. Contest 7&r Place Winner MY LIFE WORKING WITH ANGELS (A comparison of the old Milford Hospital to the new Milford Hospital By KaJen in story form) lko When you think about the miracle of birth and all that is associated with it, one thing that comes to mind is the nice clean delivery rooms that a person sees in their favorite television shows. But. in 1945. my mother would have been thankful for a heated room. My journey began in a small, damp room in an old. cold hospital The late spring rain were hammaring the valley, and the year seemed cooler than most. My mother was retiring to bed when she let out a cry of pain, and yelled for my father to get the car. They rushed to the town hospital, an old two story building where the town doctor w as always on call. He was easily found because he lived in the basement. The doctor had moved There was a shortage to town a couple of years ago and had turned the old building into the local hospital. The building was less than in of rooms and sanitation w as far from perfect. Mam instruments w ere heated the oven for sterilization. Even with all its faults, it was where I was brought into the world, a perfectly healthy baby boy. The care didn't stop there though. My mother called me Willie May s because I could catch anything. Well, anything that was like a cold. By 1955, 1 was ten, and I had been to the hospital more than the doctor, who liv ed there It may not have been that bad, but to a kid, it is the worst. Everything about the hospital is scary, the big scary men that work on you. the smell of the place, and especially the shots! This problem started when I went in for a little scrape I got while climbing in an old wooden barn. I had to get three shots! Three shots! That is like the death punishment to a kid, and ever since that day, I haven't wanted to go back. My mom always came up w ith a new w ay to get me in there. She would tell mc we could get ice cream after we went, or I wouldn't have to cat any vegetables at dinner that night. You know , really important things to a kid. I have to admit one thing, my butt may have hurt, but I always felt better after I went home. 1 used to hate the doctor's office, but it is amazing what you would do for money. It was the year 1964, and even though I had a job working on the farm in the summer, my mom thought I needed to cam sonic money in the winter. I started working in the hospital for about 75 cents an hour. This w as pretty good money for the hours I w orked, but the job was a little disgusting. I was like a gofer By the time quit I was up to a dollar-fift1 would clean the for cook rooms, overnight patients, and I would always help the doctor when I could. boy. Some of the jobs were more favored than others. Cooking w asn't my best suit. MDrc than once I tried to serve mystery stew, and I even tried to pass a cake that had fallen for upside down pineapple cake. All and all it w as a good job. I got to work w ith one of the neatest guys in town, Dr. Svmond. The reason I liked to work with Dr. Svmond so much was because he always was wondering how I was doing, and what was going on in my life. I learned fast that Dr. Svmond was a people person and cared about his patients continually. I think this was the single most important reason that he pushed for the construction of a new hospital. Doctor Symond had been striving for the new hospital for almost four years, and with the help of Mary Wiseman, it came to be. He believed that a fully equipped medical center was necessary for the community to grow and expand. They worked faithfully and helped plan the hospital room by room--to make sure the hospital was the best it could be. When the day came, they w ere like children on Christmas morning, eager and excited, even though they knew what they were getting. 1 wasn't there when they opened the hospital. I was busy going to school. I was attending college and was about to take my first classes in medicine, when I got a call. My father had passed away.I went back to town immediately took over my father's job running the family farm. I never finished my medical degree in college but my life in the medical field didin't end there. I went to the new hospital for an emergency the first time in my life on a late May's eve 1971. Unfortunately, I was asleep, there had been a carbon monoxide leak in my home, and I would have surely died if my wife hadn't come home from her meeting in time. I was in the hospital for a night to and while I was there I started to compare the old and the new hospital in my mind. This large patient room was well heated, had its own television, and its own 1 y. (Jou y4re dordially Malher invited dlierr JPliei Jlnnuai St. jpatricb jParly y llVlarck 14, 1997 at Wcz 7. : -- 9:00 PMto Alkjk Lfpt 7 Pub xn,Jat 7,00 p. W. L w-M- 12 am personal bathroom. I remember the old hospital and how cold it would get without heating, and how all our patients were in a large community room. It was the difference between night and day. I lay there in my bed and listened to the hospital. I could hear many nurses talking and the sound of a crew cooking dinner. I could hear the elderly talking amongst themselves, and I knew this was truly a place of help. was released from the hospital and was free to go home. The only problem was I didn't w ant to. I wonted to help others in the community the way the hospital had I iL' s . , It started with a routine traffic stop and ended with four arrests. Enough evidence was collected during the traffic stop for deputies to request a search warrant of this house in 100 West in Milford. Deputies started the investigation, then called in the Utah Drug Investigation team when they discovered what appeared to be a methamphetarnine lab. DEA agents removed the lab from the residence and destroyed the chemicals. Three adults and one juvenile were booked on various and manufacturing of charges related to possession methanphetimine with intent to distribute. The charges are enhanced because the lab was located within 1,000 feet of a church and a school. Officially there is no statement as to whether it was a "cold" cook or "hot" cook lab. Aside from the obvious danger to the community from distribution, a "hot" cook lab poses risk of explosion. Sheriff Yardley commended his deputies for their quick and comprehensive action. "I'm really proud of my guys for the way they handled this," he said. helped me. This I shared with Dr. Symond, and he told me of an EMT position driving the ambulance. Now anyone that knew me could tell you I could drive like a screaming demon. I was a top Thanks, but.... of the line speeder, the patients that I carried felt like they were driving in a slow moving town car. But I can't take, the credit of saving anyone's life. It was the miracle workers in the hospital that saved ' so many: '' '"" "' " ,"r,v " They are truly angels sent down from God himself to help watch and heal his people." I worked on the EMT team for about twenty-fiv- e years. At the time of my. "Passing of the and keys." I was nearly fifty-fivmy eyes weren't what they use to be. I still worked on the farm with my sons, but I never really felt I was doing much. I lived out most of my life at home, but when I turned seventy my wife passed away. When this happened I felt even more like a burden on my kids. I was always needing help and pills. I got all my kids together and told them that I was going to place myself in the care of the hospital. They told me I wasn't a burden to them, but I had made up my mind and wasn't about to let them stop e, me. hospital on a cool I have stayed for have had several problems since I entered the hospital, and I feel that I am getting too old. Every day I wake up and it shocks the heck out of me. I thank everybody that works so hard for me. Tonight I will retire to bed late on this cool May's evening. I can hear what I think to be thunder clouds starting to hit the valley, and I know tomorrow I w on't wake up to a surprise. I don't think I will wake up at all. I entered the fall night, and here almost two years. I The Beaver County Monitor is, and has been for some time, for sale. Reverent Bill Wagner, representing a coalition of anonymous buyers, submitted an offer last week to purchase the newspaper. The dollar amount is fair and the offer appreciated, but we have chosen to decline at this time. 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