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Show 2 - FERTILE TIMES - MAY 1993 — POA/Town Notes Meeting of May 5 JOINT POA/TOWN BUDGET: By a two-thirds majority vote, Town citizens attending the meeting approved the transfer of monies from POA to Town, based on the proposed joint budget to be reviewed at the June meeting. (See Page 3.) POA DUES POLICIES: 1. POA dues notices are to be mailed by November 30, instead of December 31 as in the past. 2. Delinquent dues policy has been amended. The recording release fee for filing a lien has now been raised to $20. TENT CATERPILARS: According to reports from residents regarding the green belt aerial spraying of this year's tent caterpillar crop, it seems to have been a success. Other items discussed—ROADS, BALLOONS, TRASH PICK-UP, Wallace Stegner spend time meditating with the spirit of my own deceased mother—a wonder- UP&L—are reported elsewhere in this issue. Wallace Stegner is dead. This is his fact, this is our reality. The time and the place of his life on earth was the PLEASE Return YOUR Ballot ASAP POA Poll Dedicate Castle Valley Drive? We need EVERYONE to vote. TWO-THIRDS of all lot owners must consent to this dedication before Grand County can pave CV Dn‘ve. Those not responding will be counted as voting AGAINST this project. time and place of his body. But the meaning and significance of his life was as vast, as creative, as inspiring as his gifts, his dedication, and the passionate commitment of his powers to the demands of time. Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist, Stanford University professor, explorer of wilderness, tough-minded and steadfast defender of the West's sacred landscape, time and again his words and spirit touched my life. Our journeying together through his writing took many forms. Big Rock Candy Mountain, Angle ofRepose, and Joe Hill, these novels painted pictures in my mind of an age long ago that I did not know. My imagination quivered with the mighty currents of fierce and holy dreaming. To read him was to invite the invasion of my common day with visions for the love and anger, the pathos and remembrance, the violence Letters with ballots attached are now being mailed to CV lot owners. Please mark your ballot and return it NOW. It you do not understand the issues, ieel tree to call Mayor John Groo or Joan Sangree with questions. Thanks for your prompt and transcendence of life in the western reaches of our land. Sometimes it was a simple encounter along the way when before my eyes he became the Sharer of tidings that could only be borne by a friend. His eloquent and poignant “Letter Much Too Late” to his mother, stirred deep memories that threw into focus and nurtured a secret need to filled reunion that steadied my hand and stabilized my heart. Once it was a note he wrote to me: “I wish we had run across each other in person, in Moab or the Sweetgrass Hills, but a wordy relationship is better than none.” It felt like a handshake. Seldom do I sojourn in the land of his Beyond the Hundredth Meridian or Mormon Country that at some point I do not pause to center-down, become cool in the mind, and, at least in spirit, shake that hand. But now that grip has slackened. There is nothing there at all; nothing but my affection and my anguished grasping hand. The coming and going of this man who moved into my life was not mine to determine. Finally, our life is our very own. Thankfully, our life is never ours, alone. So I take time because I must, time for withdrawal, for being quiet without and still within. It is a sheer, urgent, physical necessity; my entire nervous system cries out for the healing waters of silence. It was a long while ago that the words, God Be With You, disappeared into the word, Goodbye, but every now and again some trace of them still glimmers through. God Be With You, Wallace Stegner. Goodbye. —Donovan Roberts attention to this matter. 11% ’A 'A ’A ‘4 ‘A ‘AVAVAVAVAVA |
