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Show THE BEAVER PRESS to catch after that. While we're back at the farm I might mention another cow that we had. She was wilder than a March hare. Dad was away working at the mines, so it was up to mother and I to try to milk her. That cow could kick your h out. We would tie her up with ropes and you still never got away with a full bucket of milk. It was a happy day when we finally sold her to Alex Hamilton for beef. In my writing I jump around like a toad under a harrow, so let's get back to the Patterson Lane. the Lane in Along-sid- e Jack Cox's pasture we constructed a dandy swimming hole. We all had to go skinny dipping as no one had On Our Way l(jjz SlbETJS I7I6RS is stirring, By Louis Lessing Not a creature the stockings are hung by You may recall the chimney and the children are Christmas is almost here! Hope it's merry! Al's Towing, Beaver Noni's Last Chance Cafe in Milford ifckZz Mm , K 5 A I Nat Guard Evaluated Service 2BN Battery 222FA in Beaver received its annual Command Organizational Maintenance Evaluation (COMET) on 8 Dec., 1982. This evaluation is an inspection of all equip- ment of the Battery for operation readiness. The unit received a 94 percent rating. The inspection was conducted by a team of personnel from the Combined Support Maintenance Section, Hgs. Utah Army National Guard. Phone Gift Certificates With the Christmas season just around the corner, Mountain Bell has a solution decisg to difficult ions. Customers can avoid gift-givin- long hours of shopping and expensive postage by pleasing many on their list with e gift certificates. Sold in $20 and $25 packets, each Gift Pak contains a free holiday greeting card. Customers can choose a traditional card, or one with a lighter message. Gift certificates may be charged directly to the cutomer's monthly telephone bill, or be paid for by long-distanc- St cscw wc I Believers ? warm and cozy feeling . . . like snuggling 'round the fireplace. in Santa have a Have a glowing Christmas! I Believe!R.E.D. Barbara and Michael Robinson Karl and Margaret Miller . -- A II. Ar CONNEY AND 1st of Beaver's Blackner Sgt. SVC Btry get some helpful hints on upkeep at the Units radios from the COMET inspector during the Units annual Command Organization Maintenance Evaluation Inspection last Wed. Photo by Sp4 T.M.Lamb. SGT. Greenwood DUP Meets On Monday, December 15, members of the Greenwood Camp met at the home of Daughter Leola Limb for our annual Christmas party. At 1 p.m. a delicious dinner was served. Chaplain Rose Jessup gave the blessing on the food. The table decorations were lovely with attractive mini crocheted stockings with candy canes in them. After dinner, the long table was removed and members took part in the program, with Chaplain Zona Myers conducting. All sang check. The gift certificates are and redeemable can be used not only during Christmas, but for birthdays, weddings and anniversaries as well. They are valid in the United States, Canada and Puerto Prico. Gift certificates can be ordered by simply calling your Mountain Bell Business Office. Customers can also call a toll free number, or complete an order form and mail it to Gift Certificates, Mountain Bell DN940, P.O. Box 1300, Denver, CO. 80201. Order forms are included in a bill insert being sent to all customers. year-roun- 'Silent Night.' Daughter Susie Beeson read poems. Daughter Rose Jessup played three lovely renditions on her accordian. Marie White read a poem her niece had written on her Christmas card, 'There is a Santa Claus.' Daughter Leola Limb rendered several Christmas melodies on her piano, all of them getting us very much in the Christmas spirit. Gifts were brought by each lady containing food valued at $1.50. Thirteen were present to enjoy the social. Two are ladies joining with us. We do welcome you Eleanore and Adilia into our Greenwood DUP Camp. With a pleasant afternoon, it was time to wish each and everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Hostesses for this delightful affair were Camp Captain Zona Myers and two Vice Captains Leola Limb and Virginia Beaumont. . There a jolly and exeUing Christmas coming down the tracks to you. Enjoy! We Thank You For All The Patronage You've Given Us During The Past Year. Carol & Ed Greg & Shelley that some time back when the Editor ran one of my articles, we took the liberty of imitating Dan Valentine, Jr. by heading my column with a picture of me with my 'curls' on. I admit I didn't look too great, and some of my buddies didn't neglect to tell me so. But at my age there isn't much you can do about looks. Anyway, just for a change of pace, if the Editor isn't chicken, maybe we could head todays column with a picture of me in my new Macho image as a drug store cowboy. Now before you laugh, I'll have you know that up until I was about 15 years of age I was a full fledged cowpuncher, even though my wife now tells me that I wouldn't make a pimple on a cowboy's nose. I even have to sneak my cowboy hat out when I wear it. As Johny Carson would say 'I hark back' to the old days when a group of us kids used to drive cows down the Patterson Lane all summer. It was to the pasture in the morning and back at night. It's no wonder they were 'tea cup' cows. They spent all their time travelling. Over in the Brooks Lane there was another group of cow punchers but we didn't associate with them. But it wasn't all work. We had fun Smelling lilies is DEC. 23, 1982 believed to - PAGE 7 give a person freckles. eye-teet- swimming suits. People seldom came down the lane so it didn't matter much. When the boys did go swimming with girls up in the Big Ditch, the boys wore cut off overalls and the girls old house dresses. Not exactly what you'd call high fashion styles. Everything went great at our swimming hole until Jack decided he'd had enough of us little punks and proceeded to fill it up with several loads of rock. The only thing we could do was look for another one. We found a good one on the Beaver River down below Whites. Chalmer Sam 'Shorty' Davis will remember it. He would climb to the highest branch of an overtoo. hanging tree and dive into After the cows were that pool like a slippery eel herded into the various hardly causing a ripple. pastures, then it was time for Alden (Chick) Woodhouse, a horse racing. Old Collis 'Sod' Press reader who now Thompson had a big fat work resides in Arizona, will also plug that was about three axe remember. I don't know how handles across the back but he acquired the nick name of could run like the wind and 'Chick', but some of the beat all of us. I think it was smart aleck kids up at named 'Old Chub.' I had a Belknap shortened it to little bald faced sorrell that 'Half-Chicthen would run could run like lightning for around shouting 'Half-Chicabout 50 yards, then would the sky is falling and part of break stride, nearly breaking it fell on my tail.' You may your neck in the process. recall the Chicken Little Needless to say, I never won fable. In fact, I was reading it a race. Then after the races, to one of my little grandold 'Sod' being a little older daughters the other night. than the rest of us, and being I guess all kids have to more wordly wise, would experiment a bit, so while instruct us in the art of swimming, we would pick up gambling. He would pull his driftwood and try smoking it. Indian saddle blanket off, Boy, is it hot stuff. You pot produce his 'galloping smokers should try it. It dominoes' as he liked to call . would cure you of the habit. them, or dice to the un-- "Then we tried bark rolled up " educated, and we would roll in newspaper. More hot saddle The bones. the" stuff. Not to be detered we blanket wasn't exactly like then tried the weed which the crap tables in Vegas, but has little brown kernels and it served the purpose. No one looks a little like tobacco and had any money so we had to which we called 'Indian play for matches. Everyone Tobacco but it left much to carried a pocket full of be desired. Finally we some matches, and did you ever how obtained some cinnahave a pocket full of them mon sticks which had little accidently touched off? It air holes through them and makes you dance around could be smoked after a worse than a hula dancer. fashion. I don't know what At this point I might they were supposed to be mention that years later, old used for, but 1 haven't seen Sod and I did contract work any since. Has anyone else? out at the Cougar Spar mine. Luckily I never did become We had a half wild cayuse addicted to any of the horse that we used to pull a foregoing. If there happened to be a string of mine cars into the mine, then when they were corn or potato patch near the loaded, because the track swimming hole we would was a bit downhill, those cars borrow a few cobs of corn or would come out like a bat out a few potatoes, roll them in of Hades. Old Sod would try mud and bake them in a fire. to brake them with his Not too bad if you don't mind rubber boot but sometimes a bit of grit in your teeth. Now I don't know how we they would get out of control. When they had gained full avoided getting emphysema speed he would yell, 'Clean from that driftwood, but part the track, here comes old of us managed to survive and Casey Jones.' A couple of live to a ripe old age. times they went clear over But before you get the the dump. One day our wrong impression of me, one Cayuse took off down the of these days I will take the country, harness and all. We time to tell you of all the Boy went several days with no Scout things I did w hen I was means of pulling the cars into a kid. Somehow the mean ' the mine. things seem to make a little When old Sod would get more interesting writing fed up with work, his favorite material. P.S. at the time all these expression was 'she's too wet for ploughin' boys, lets things were taking place, a head for town and put on a song from the musical 'Music Man,' which goes party.' But I have digressed. Let's something like this 'We've get back to the Patterson got trouble, trouble, trouble, Lane and cow punching. Dad right here in River 'Beaver' had an old brindle cow that City', would have been we named old Brin, naturalappropriate. ly. One day in crossing the rickety bridge into the pasture, she fell through and broke her hip. For a month or two she hobbled to and from Editor's Note: The picture the pasture. We knew what we took of Louis didn't turn had to be done but I just because he couldn't do it. Brother Roy, out, probably looked so Macho in his having more nerve than I, cowboy duds. We'll try again got out the trusty musket and next week. let her have it right between the eyes. I just couldn't look into those big brown eyes and pull the trigger. Brother Roy was also a great shot with a rock. When we turned my little mare into the field, it was like trying to catch a jack rabbit. Several times we had her cornered only to have her slip away. Finally, exasperated, Roy let SEVIER VNJIY TECH fly a hefty rock which caught AREA VOCATIONAL CENTER the mare on the head and she went down like a beef in a RICHFIELD, UTAH 896-820- 2 slaughter house. She recovered and was a bit easier Deck your halls with holly and ornaments of every kind. 'Tis the season to make merry! Kehr Plumbing Bill, Florence and Lori k' - wish that your Christmas blooms with happiness, love and caring. A 1 Spanish Rose Floral Presents A Last Minute Gift Giving Suggestion Gift Certificates 65 N. Main 438-505- yJo 1 Ann, Connie Entire Gift Shop Stock All Marked Tables 12 Price On All Sears Appliances On Display 20 bearS Off 75 N. Main |