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Show TIIE SAN JUAN RECORD Wednesday January 6, 1992 - Page 12 Woodbury have a baby son born December 30 at San Juan Hospital. He weighed and is 20 inches long. He has been 10-ounc- es e. A few friends gathered at stay-Rut- and Jaime Crowleys on New Years Eve to watch trip. The D. U. P. ladies will with Dawn Boyle Jan- uary 12 at her home. So many Christmas din- ners and family reunions, I wont attempt to get any. Then I wont miss anyone. Penny and Happy New Year 1993 Your task? To build a better world. God said. I answered how? This world is such a large vast place, So complicated now. And I so small and use-me.less am, et There is nothing I can do. But God in all his wisdom said, Just build a better you. by Quig Nielson When I hear the sound of the Nauvoo Bell every day on a Salt Lake City radio station, I think of how David Lamoreaux rescued the bell in Nauvoo and minister removed the bell and installed it in the tower of his church. David Lamoreaux took the assignment to rescue the bell. Under cover of dark- ness, he and his brother, That Andrew, proceeded to get the comment came from a great granddaughter of the heroic bell down from the tower and hid it in a boggy marsh until it could be hauled across the frozen Mississippi River. David Lamoreauxs family walked most of the way brought it west. pioneer. The bronze bell was a gift to The Church of Jesus Saints Christ of Latter-da- y British converts. After it was cast it was sent to America on a sailing vessel from England. The 782-poun- d promising raw material and does her best to produce an aesthetically pleasing effect. And every week I hurry back through Bluff almost never taking time to stop to say hello. Pat and Rudy. Mary and Gene Foushee. Rayma. Charlie and Susan. What can be so pressing that I do not take the opportunity to enjoy a brief Spencer Pioneer Flashbacks from by Doris Valle Every year I buy a new Daily Reminder, a fat red book with 365 or so -named Travest Johnson blank pages. Pages all Woodbury and the first of clean and smudgeless until the Woodburys 19 grand-homI write on them day by day. children to carry the Wood- The pages of the old book h are covered with illegible bury name. Penny is Rex scribbles. They are often ing with her parents and Herma Johnson in torn and wrinkled. As I glance idly at the Eastland but will soon be book of 1992 I see brief regoing home to Omaha, NeSee Rudy Pat. minders. braska. Ethel Butler spent two Every week I drive back and forth to Blanding to weeks over Christmas with her daughter Lou and Kent visit the bank to try to get Rogers and son Curtis in money in my account before we get it all checked out. Tucson, Arizona. While I am in town I enMelva is happy to have a new stove in the center and joy the ministrations of my looks now like she might charming young friend, get more room. That she Sherrie, in her beauty shop. There she takes rather unreally needs. Weve had plenty of snow and rain and wind lately, wonderful for the country, they tell me, but I dont do very well on ice, so I stay the new year in. Lots of eating and visiting. Don and Mary Ann Bush left for southern California on December 16 returning December 31. They visited their seven children and One son and families. live in Paradise. family They didnt have any trouble, only had to pick a longer route home making 2,500 mile trip. The Senior Citizens sent $10 to Quarters for Christmas in Salt Lake. We are glad to have Etna Schafer back home, where she belongs, from her Texas Around The Hat across the barren plains in order to make room for the bell in their wagon. On the westward trek, the bell awakened the herdsmen at dawn, called the Saints to kneel in morning prayer, rang as a signal to start the days march, and in the solemn stretches of the night quieted the fears of the people as it warned of stray Indians. The historic bell was placed in an ornate tower on Temple Square and cated in October, 1966. dedi- - visit with any of those de- lightful people. I remember how I kept thinking I would stop to see Jerry and Ann Now Jerry has been gone for years and Ann has moved away. Last year I would say to I must drive down to Gouldings for a visit with Mike. See if Jim Harrison has time to show whats going on down there. Hopefully have a few me minutes with Gerald andor Roland LaFont. Theyve been nice neighbors. This year if I drive south its too late to listen to Mike talk about the old days. North, south, east, and west there are others I would like to be with for a while on the new days stretching be- fore me. Many of the pages of my 1992 book have scrawled notes as to that days loca- tion of one elderly hiker. Cedar Mesa milepost 19 about 7 miles east. Cedar Mesa on highway, walk west. Butler Wash, 6 miles north. Johns Canyon road to right past canyon end. Milepost 2 toward large rocks below Mesa. The people who work at Valles have strict instruc- tions. If hiker has not appeared by the time you close the store you are not to go home and leave her unfound in wilds. Do some- thing! I want to continue writing hiking notes in my new book but perhaps Id do well to wander with a companion. Its not that Im getting old but ... And if Im alone a little more caution might be in order. There was that day when I climbed down the side of a canyon in Comb Ridge nearing the bottom on a ledge so narrow I could not place both feet side by side. I could see a little tree and surely past there was a way to the bottom. But when I could see past my little tree I was horrified to find a foot expanse of slick rock, It might as well have been six miles. I had to back up that ledge, carefully ing one foot behind the other, feeling for something six-Bau- plac-mysel- And Ill never forget the time when I was on a canyon side and slipped down about six feet. I was so frightened that I did not dare stop and figure out what to do lest I never have the courage to go on. I started clawing my way up inch by inch, hanging on with teeth and finger nails, When I got to the top I tried to eat my lunch and my hands were shaking so badly that I had to guide my right hand with my left to hit V mouth I wont even discuss a night I spent alone on the mesa. It was not the most fun I ever had. In 1993 Id like to do more writing. Better writing. Maybe one bit of really good Someday, someto put together way, just a few words that sing. That are exactly the right words to say just one thing that needs saying. Sometimes I read something that rings so true and clear that its like one perfect bit of music but my own words sag and fade when I read them again. Maybe in my new Daily Reminder I should set aside special times for writing even if I have nothing special to say. Come to think of it, I write columns every week when I have nothing special to say. I am sitting here looking at my new red book with all those lovely unused days. writing. Id like God grant that this year may use them well. rival in Nauvoo, was hung in the tower of the Nauvoo Temple. In 1846, Brigham Young sent a letter from Winter place. Pioneer James Liephead, told in his handwritten journal, of how a local Nauvoo minister had had his eye on the bell for his own church. Late one night, apparently unobserved, the Celebrating our Diamond Jubilee during 1993 Your source for news, sports and information for ail of San Juan County pm? f, solid. bell, after its ar- Quarters back to the Church trustees in Nauvoo. He requested the bell be forwarded to us at the first possible chance, for we have much need for it at this m. I |