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Show w The Word From Boulder , Nethelto 0ri"to ( . I wanted to begin this f with a "Hail the Bright New Year!" or a "Ring yi Out the Old, Ring in the Jf , . New" some thing like fjy that; but I just couldn't Wm," muster that much confid- . ence. Too many doubts and p,r Tears seem to hover about Ipf' this 1957 year. Too many wars throwing sparks in too many places, sparks ffi i.-V that could ignite a holo- m f . caust. Now; there's talk of BL" sending American troops JjraK',.- into the Middle East. If Sip! V ,.1 only we could believe this . fflgf, . year will end with as much jtmf . peace as It begins! StT"; . Then there's this never ending drouth the bawling of hungry cattle In the hills; the sight of them daily . growing thinner; worried men using all sorts of makeshifts to hold their business together. I know I should not write , these things. It's a person's rt duty to face the future i courageously and with "; ' faith. One should either i,; speak cheerfully or shut I up. Something Is wrong $5 with me, I guess. I've tried counting my peibonal bles- V sings, which are many; but that seems too selfish. Some people gain comfort from thinking how much better off we are than people in other parts of the world, in Hungary, for instance. But that's only a negative sort of comfort at best, trying to be cheerful by thinking of other 'people's miseries. Usually a good stiff physical work-out like cleaning the basement or papering a bedroom will cure me ol the glooms. I've tried that and it workea only temporarily. Something is really wrong. I have Just thought of what I shall do early In the morning, the thing that has never failed to straighten out the kinks in my Jumbled emotions. I shall climb the hill to the Big Field, go through the gate, walk across tho pasture to the canal bridge, jcllmb upan the stackyard fence or maybe a hay stack, and survey the view frfm every side. I'll watch the sun rising over the black-topped ridge and reflecting its rosy glow on the creamy sccdrock ledges. On tUe way back I'll stop by the stream where the cattle have broken through the ice to drink. iThere might be a trout In that hole. Or a bird in the willows above it; Maybe even a robin or some kill-deer. I've seen them in December. This year they probably don't even know-it's winter, what with all the bright sunshine. Just thinking about it lifts my spirits several degrees. In past times, when I have been awty from home, I have found comfort in remembering these surroundings and imagining myself in them. I hope all ol you have some place in Gods great out-of-doors where you can go to find composure and strength to iace whatever this year or any other year may bring. Most of the travel thiB week has been to and from the Panguitch hospital. Lester Maker had to undergo treatment for a few days to insure his convm-esence. from a heart operation. Sherry Lee Poulsen spent two days last week at the hospital and had to return this week for further help. Nlel and Fay Jeppsen rushed their baby to Panguitch Saturday where he was found to have serious bronchial trouble. He u .making a rapid recovery. Clyde and Irene King left Sunday for a trip to Los Angeles where they will visit with the Dean Shurtz', especially grandson Gary Dean. On their way home they will go to Phoenix to attend tho National Stock. Show and the meeting of the National Cattle association. The Kings returned Friday from Salt Lake where (hey visited with Irene's family, Including her sister from Richmond, Washington. Mr. and Mrs. Horace Hal and Mr. and Mrs. R. Shakespear of Tropic were Christmas, guests of the LeFair Halls'. President Andrew Spencer and IvantWillis were speakers at Sunday Sacrament meeting. All the young people and many not 'so young have enjoyed the holiday dances at Escalante. The hbmfc orchestra, sparked by the prbfeBBlonPl touch of Val Veater; has added much to the gaiety. ' ,u.,i |