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Show 6A Emery County Progress Castle Dale, Utah Tuesday, March 13, 2001 Emery County Zora Peacock was recently honored by the College of Eastern Utah for her devotion to her 11 children in seeing that they each received The Gift Of EDUCATION By RYAN PEACOCK Staff, Emery County Progress Kenneth Cox John Kenneth Cox is the son of John Bernard and Clintey Jcwkes Cox. He was horn in Orangeville on Fcb.26, 1911. I have lied my entire life in Orangeville," Cox said. His schooling consisted of going to Orangeville Elementary and to the old Central High School in Castle Dale, w here he was active in basket- ball and track. Kens father died when Ken was 15 years of age, leaving his two mother, brothers and 1956. three sisters. My bothers, and Mostyn Blaine and I continued to operate the farm as this was our only source of income, stated Cox. After graduating from high school, he worked in Price for a while for an uncle, milking cow's and also werked at installing the culinary water line to the homes that were south of the Price river. He then worked for a contractor who was building homes at Dragerton, Utah. He worked there until he went into the Army in March of 1943. I served as a parts clerk during my service during WVVH. I w7as in England, Germany, and France. I returned to the U.S.A., landing in New York City on New Years Eve in 1946, and was honorably discharged on Jan. A lifetime Emory County resident was honored with the College of Eastern Utahs Distinguished Service Award at CEUs Fou nders I lay banquet Feb. 2 1. Zora Peacock Rowley was honored for her commitment to education by assuring that all of her 1 1 children attend college. Nine of those children attended CEU. Zora is the daughter of Velma and the late William F. Eden of Cleveland. She graduated from North Emery High School in 1954 and married Var Lynn Peacock in Together the Peacocks raised 11 children: Neal, Eden, Alan, Todd, Wade, Dane, Joye, Ryan, Kale, Cody, and Mari. Zora supported Var Lynn as he taught at North Emery and then Emery County High School for a total of 3 1 years. She also substituted at Emery for a few years. Zora started her childrens education very young, reading to her children from the time they were very little, sometimes reading to two children while pregnant with a third. These things instilled in each of her children the importance of education. But education in the Peacock family meant more than just book learning. Every child participated in band for at least four years and there was a Peacock in nearly every extracurricular activity from football, basketball, and wrestling to speech, drama, and honor society. Nine Peacocks have earned associates degrees, seven have bachelors degrees, and two have earned masters degrees. CEU awarded Zora for her commitment to her children and to education. In e aw ard, Zora talked of inakinga nest for her young Peacocks. As Lynn and were starting our married lives together 45 years ago," she said, we wanted to create a safe, warm nest for our future children. A safe, warm Peacock nest. We didnt realize that we w'ould have aeeept-ingth- 1 so many chicks in that nest. We were blessed with 1 1 children and within the means that we had we tried to provide our children with two things roots and wings. Roots for a solid foundation and wings to catch their dreams. After a while it came time for these children to leave the nest. For a mother that is both a rewarding and a terrifying time, where can you send your children that will both nourish their roots and lift their wings? For nine of our children that first step was into CEU. It has proven to be the place that could give my kids w hat they needed as they left the nest and flew aw ay for the first time. Through four different presidents and dozens of different teachers, my children have learned and grown and flourished. They have learned much, made and reached goals, and become adults here. I look forward to continued association with CEU through my 40 grandchildren. Thank you CEU for honoring me here tonight. At this time I would like to honor you for the great job you have done in taking my chicks as they left the nest and strengthened their roots and give flight to attended college. their wings. Thank you for all you have done for me and my family. Following the death of her husband in 1992, Zora continued to raise her children, is a process that doesnt stop once the children are grown. She married one of her old North Emery classmates, W Blaine Rowley, and continues to visit her children and experience the joys of being a grand-I- t mother. 6, 1946. Upon his return home, he married Gcneal Larsen, his high school sweetheart, on April 18, 1946, in theManti Temple. They built their home located at 400 South and 90 East, where they still live. Ken and Gcneal have three children: Stephen, Cheri, and Geri Lyn. At the present time, they have eleven grandchildren and one great-grandchil- d. Ken worked for the Utah Department of Transportation for 31 years, retiring in 1983. During his life, he has served in various positions in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Da- y Saints, serving in different offices iir the priesthood quorums. He was bishop of the Orangeville 1st Ward from 1985 to 1989. Currently, he is branch president of the correctional center at Castle Dale. In June of 1994,Geneal suffered a massive stroke causing paralysis of her left side. Ken cared for her at home for five years. She is now' at the Emery County Care and Rehabilitation Center in Perron. The following is a poem that his sisters WTote about me that says it all. Ken said. Bishop Ken was born in 1921, the fourth child and the second son. He lived in Orangeville all his life, whittled whistles with his pocket knife. He tromped the hay, collected frogs, caught cans and cans of polly-wog- s. He rode old Hash to take the cow's, helped feed the chickens and slop the sows. Played many hours at the South Blue Ridge, climbed way on top of that river bridge. , Romped in the granary on the new threshed wheat, wore patch on patch on his overall scat. One lesson learned while a very young boy; dont think that push mower a simple toy. He played mumbly-pemarbles, and pole vaulted and with kids on the played street. A bonfire was held by the neighborhood gang, to roast corn and to g, k, kick-the-c- practice their slang. Sleigh riding and skating at Huntingtons Haven! couldnt wait to get home to toast his feet In the oven. He played basketball for old Central High, the points he did make were as easy as pie. He went to church and to Sunday school, thats where he learned the golden rule. Continued on PAGE 7A. Photos by Phil Forty-on- e E. Fauver Eagle Scouts were honored during the district banquet. Eagle Scouts honored during banquet By PHIL E. FAUVER Special to the Progress Eagle Scouts from the Buckhom District who had received their Eagle in 2000 were honored at a district banquet at the Museum of the San Rafael March 3. Forty-on- e Eagle Scouts were recognized for their accomplishments during the ban quet. The Price Elks Lodge presented each scout with an American flag to go with a plaque presented by the scout committee. For entertainment the scouts were treated to an Indian eagle dance by Joe Begay, who explained that the eagle has great spiritual significance to American Indians. The guest speaker for the evening was Professor Larry Echohawk from the Utah Joe Begay performs the Eagle Dance for scouts and their families. Humanities Council, w'ho told of his Indian heritage and the values scouting helped him learn. Good character and values young men, will serve you well. Remember the Scout Oath, On my honor I will do my best, to do my duty to God and my country... Also honored during the evening wa Huntington Mayor Vernell Rowley and Ken-- J neth Ryan, who received his Eagle Scout in' J! 1946. I BITS OF HISTORY When all the world is mud By SYLVIA NELSON There may not be any more snows this year, at least no big ones. Even several inches will not last longbecause the frost is going out of the ground. And as this happens, we are in for it. Yes, that word is upon us - MUD. Mud is a word I can say all year without contempt, except in the spring. Sort of like the child birth, you forget the pain until the next time. I love everything about spring but the mud; the prospect of flowers, the baby lambs and calves, the longer days, and the sunnier mornings. Being a farmers daughter and now a farm wife, like many of you, we know it is not just clean dirt being tracked in on those cowboy boots and doggy paws. And who was the person that invented deep cleats on tennis shoes? Had to be a man who never had to mop a floor, I suspect. So it is a never ending battle at my house. I keep tcilingmy husband we need black top. But we cant black top everything and even black top or cement gets muddy, too. The sidewalks, streets, and curb and gutters of towns get muddy and dirty too. The roads and streets are dusty with dried mud already. I put off (procrastinate is my middle . name) my spring cleaning until after all chance of snow has gone and then hope I dont have to start all over again if we get a rainy June. A paragraph from Emery County page 158, on Clevelands history complied by Irene Allred talks about street problems in 1916. Joseph Hansen was a good Mar- shall; one that didnt have favorites. The stores were located on Main Street at this time, and there was a fence between lots and the sidewalk The kids often rode their horses to the store and tied them to the fence. This left the horse standing on the sidewalk and the pedestrians (mostly ladies) were forced off of the side walk and had to walk around the horses. This caused quite a problem in muddy or wet weather. Finally, 880-1980, Marshall Hansen accosted enough kids and ponies that the town erected a hitching post out front of the store - away from the side walk traffic. This is the time of year w7e get rid of our cabin fever and want a trip to the desert. Its sort of the alkali in our blood, I think, that gets stirring. But anyone who know's and goes, stays well on the graveled part of the road; one inch too far off the road, and there is mud, waiting to pull your tires right in, and youll be stuck and sink deeper with every spin of the tire. The same things happen now that ( A History of Emery County, page 217) The Progress noted in 1904 that every cent that can be spared from public treasury is being put into roads and bridges. This work must have seemed futile and summer flash floods damaged or destroyed bridges almost annually and the unsurfaced roads deteriorated almost as soon as they were improved, becoming a liquid mess seasons." Mud! Also on page 266, it talks of Highway 10 receiving a gravel surface in 1929-3- 0 clear from Price to Ferron. In 1930 a new dugway was constructed on the blue hill south of Ferron and an gravel dur-ingw- et surface extended to Emery. Before this time, Lareda Christiansen Olsen remembered riding the school bus from Emery when the road ran around every little gully of the mountain south of Huron. We got stuck sev- eral times trying to get up that hill, and the kids would have to get out and try to push the bus up that slick, clay hill." Even when we built our home on 4th North west of Huntington in 1967, our children I braved the muddy graveled roads to a paved street in town where the school bus stopped. Every night was scrape the mud from shoes night, hoping theyd dry out good enough to polish the next morning with shoe polish (or that white stuff that was like chalk and lasted about one half hour). Lots of times theyd wear their boots, take a paper sack or bagwith good shoes and change, but havingto carry the boots and remember them all day was a pain. But I learned a trick from my old, uneducated Grandpa Brown who showed up on our doorstep one day with a new WTinkle. He had put plastic bread wrapper bags over his boots, stooped down and with his trust pocket knife, peeled off the muddy wrappers, put them into my garbage can, enjoyed his stay in dry boots, pulled out two more bread wrappers from his coat pocket and slipped them on, and was on his way out the door. The next day, I sent my little kids off down the muddy road to the bus in their own bread wrapper and rubber band topped mud evader boots and with more plastic bags In their pockets for the return trip home. Hmm-Wonder If they make bread wrappers In cowboy boot and doggy paw sizes? |