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Show food Out Our Window . fI . . : ? ' H A "" f 1, ' v fun family 15, 1983 Thursday, Sept. 1 wfoafls BD))iAiDOig WEST VALIEY VIEW (M BwUatd THE Ethel Bradford, women's editor ... or envy those people we call 'primitives.' Those who lived live . . . when 'time' is unimportant. Get up with the sun and go to bed when it gets dark, or when the mood hits. I 50th Anniversary Open House For Marion And Hanna Rees eat when they're hungry and pass food by when they aren't. Rest when they're weary and play when they like. They 'Time' is our master. We get up when some bell or chime rings out and startles us into action. We panic if we sleep ten minutes over time and if we snooze for an extra half hour, our entire day is frazzled. We don't eat when we're hungry, we eat by 'time.' We troop to the coffee truck as obediently as Pavlov's dogs, and, if that truck is a few minutes late there's muttering heard from front to rear of the plant. Coffee breaks come by the clock, not when we've completed some tiring job and need a moment's relaxation. Our meals are set by 'time' and we hurry through them because soon it'll be 'time' for us to do something else. Our entire evenings are set by what 'time' a certain TV show comes on, what 'time' the Browns are coming over, or what 'time' the concert begins. Just for the fun of it, sometimes turn 'time' off for an entire weekend. stop the clocks which chime, refuse to wear a watch, turn off the alarm and all other intruding methods of making me aware of 'time.' I I It's hard to imagine how unfamiliar, yet delightful it all is. wake when I'm ready and if, by habit, I turn to see 'what time it is' I quickly catch myself and ignore the clock. I stretch like a lazy cat as the warm sun touches my bed and when I finally get up it's cause I want to, not have to. GREEN SHEETWEST The fiftieth wedding anniversary of Marion M. and Hanna Rees will be celebrated Saturday, Sept. 17 at the Magna Senior Citizens Center. Family and friends are being invited to call between the hours of five to nine in the evening. Children of the honored pair will host the event and no gifts are being requested. Marion and Hanna were married on Sept. 16, 1933. She is the former Hanna Jones, the daughter of Leonard and Clara Jones and was born in St. John, a farming community near Malad, Idaho. Marion is the son of Phillip and Nellie Rees and was born in Cherry Creek, a community south of Malad, Idaho. They are both graduates of Malad high school. After gradution from high school Hanna went to Santa Rosa, California where . . . quite by luck . . . she became a cook for a wealthy family there. I the honored woman told her children. We had so many large family dinners as well as preparing meals for the large crews who helped at harvest time, so there was nothing unusual about my cooking. The difference was in what I cooked for that family in California. Large dinner parties were commonplace in that home and they wanted the best. Many famous people sat at that table including President Franklin D. Roosevelt and Duchess Marie of Russia. They provided the best of ingredients for me and so it was a tremendous learning experience. They wanted angel food cake as part of the dessert when President Roosevelt was there and I had to cook six of them for that many guests 1 had never cooked that lavishly before so it was exciting. It was also fun for a little farm girl from Idaho to be able to . . occasionally peek 'round the door and see all those famous people right . . had been cooking all my life, . I Marion and Hanna Rees Breakfast is what, when and where choose and if laze over a third cuppa, it's nice to not know or care if I have 'time.' Yup, for one long, lazy weekend it doesn't matter what 'time' it is, and yet, chores for some reason I get stupendous amounts of completed. there in the home. Eating my food, too long-put-of- f I can tidy my house at midnight; press, wash and mend my clothes at dawn, noon or evening and it doesn't matter. Great. Neat. Wonderful. Freedom. Oh, know, Sunday evening relentlessly comes and I put my clocks back on schedule but do so reluctantly, hating to get back to the strait jacket regime of 'what time is it?' I How pleasant it must have been (in many ways) to have lived before clocks were invented. When nobody even thought about what time it was. After all, sun dials only mark the hours of sunshine and the hour glass could be forgotten for days on end and it didn't matter. seldom wear a watch . . . refuse to let my vacations be over scheduled and hurried . . . hate getting up 'when have to' and I think could drift easily into a society where the sun rules my days. I I I Nostalgia for the pastoral bygone days looks far more inviting than it could have possibly been, I know, but still how to live one's nice it must have been . . . how days without the constant nagging pursuit of 'the time.' ... How delightful to do the morning chores and then have long, undisturbed hours to read, sew, watch the children, go for walks, and know that dinner would be ready in its own time and no one would care if if happened to be an hour earlier or later. the calm feeling get when I have my pamper Ethel' know there'd be fewer nervous ills. plan one timeless day. Yes, get breakfost; yes, bathe the children; yes, to other chores; but . . . for one day do them effortlessly, easily. Gliding as spirit wills and making 'time' the servant instead of the master it has become. If days is any criteria, Each family should I I "They treated me like one of the family and after I left to be married, they even came to see me when we were living in Garfield. They were real' people, for all of their money and position, and very good to me. Marion's life might not have been quite so exciting but his work was the foundation upon which they built their entire life. He stayed in Idaho farming, but by constant finally convinced Hanna to return so they could marry. She, of course, did, but they were hard years in that Depression time when Marion earned only $1.50 a day, and was darn glad to get it, too " It was at this time they learned that Utah Copper was hiring men and they came here to the valley to find work. He got a job at that Magna plant and worked on the railroad for the next 39 years. He retired as a foreman in 1975 from the same company, which was then know n as Kennecott Copper. Hanna never did go back to profes letter-writin- Hanna Marion Cathy Edwards Marries John Chapman In August . Now making their home in Salt Lake are the newlyweds Mr. and Mrs. John Troy Chapman. The bride is the former Cathy Jane Edwards. A double-rinwedding ceremony was performed at the home of A. W. Chapman, giandparents of the groom, with a garden reception following that same evening on August 26th. A rehearsal dinner was held in American Fork at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Ivins, also grandparents of the groom. The bride is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Calvin D. Edwards of Kearns. She graduated from Kearns high and is attending Utah Technical College. The groom is the son of Mr. and g J. Leslie Chapman also of Kearns. He attended Kearns high and is presently attending Utah Technical College. Bonese Snarr was the maid of honor with Jackie Simper, Teresa Remund and Cindy Chapman as attendants. Junior bridesmaids were Amy and Lee Chapman with Elisha, Mrs. sional cooking but worked at Auerbachs in their fine dresses and left there in 1978 to go to ZCMI at Valley Fair Mall Since their retirement the two have spent their winters in Arizona and California, but 12 years ago they bought 7 acres near the town of Wallsburg, near Heber City and there Marion has developed a private family camping area. It's known to the family as Grandpas Place and is equipped like a park with swings, rest rooms bowery, camping area and RV places for the family. His love for working with his hands has resulted in a workshop at his Hunter home where he builds and fixes everything. Hanna still cooks for her family and samples from her kitchen find their way to all the neighbors when death or illness comes. "No one can make sweet ro'ls like Grandma, her grandchildren say. 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