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Show S . Review - Wednesday, March 26, 1986 - Page 2 comment j , The Easter Bunny snuck up on me .. blab taken up with the BYU Blue-Whit- e game and the Strawberry Days Queen Pageant. There is no time for coloring eggs, shopping or getting Easter treats in there. From now until Saturday, the days are full with lots of other com-mittments. Yet, somehow, time has got to be found somewhere. What is a mother to do? I could be original and tell the girls that they mostly wear pants anyway so an old dress would probably be like new to those who even bother to look. They might not buy that. I could tell them that with the prom coming up they will just have to let the prom dresses "count." They might not buy that either. I can begin to see a shopping trip coming up some night after school, already. About the eggs. The kids don't like to eat dyed boiled eggs much anyway, so we could just do away with a family tradition that has lasted since our oldest child was a baby. It shouldn't be too hard to do away with a family tradition, should it? I have a hunch that is not going to work. So, I guess I could try to roust everyone out of bed real early Saturday morning to dye the eggs or we could do it after we come home from the pageant. The main problem with that is ik the dad does not go to the pag1 preferring to stay home and sleTn' his chair, and I doubt we could J? him to dye Easter eggs after heh? already reached the Land of Nod The kids do not like to rise earlv Saturday morning and so that for dying eggs will not work either" Yep, we'll just have to do awat with colored eggs this year. Now about the grandchild. I'llril into the grocery store when I have minute and hope they have not sol! out everything. I'll get a basJ some plastic grass, and a stuffed bunny. I'll throw in a couple of 1 beans (no more because she make such a sticky mess) and maybe j chocolate-marshmallo- DUnn Then the kids will think I've been stingy and I'll begin to feel bad go back to the store to buy nJ stuff. I can see it now. This frazzled lady running madly from store to storl trying to find something for all these Easter baskets after all the stores are sold out. It happened last yea, and the handwriting is on the wall for this year. Maybe, I can hit the boss up for a long lunch hour Friday to get the shopping done. That is about tke only time available and my life may hang in the balance. Have a Happy Easter, everyone! By MARCEI.LA W ALKER Everyone is complaining about Easter coming so early this year. Everyone seems to think that Easter is an April holiday and often it is. This year it just happens to come on Mar. 30. It has something to do with Easter falling on the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Spring Equinox or some other complicated calculation like that. Actually, other than buying a chocolate bunny from the Pleasant Grove High School baseball team, I haven't given it much thought. It is coming up in just a few days and there is nothing for the baskets nor are there any new clothes. I don't know how it has happened but the kids have not yet asked for a shopping spree to buy new dresses for Easter. (The returned missionary just got some new clothes, as you know from last week's column, so he probably wouldn't ask anyway.) It crossed my mind that the granddaughter should have some nice kind of treat, maybe a whole basketful, from her loving grand-parents. This is not her first Easter but last year she was only a couple of weeks old and really did not pay much attention. If the kids are to get their Easter baskets filled and the sweet grand daughter is to get a new basket, then someone better start doing something about it. (I wonder if I keep quiet will the girls remember to ask for a new Easter dress? ) The someone who gets to do something about it is usually me. (Actually, not usually but always.) The next thing is finding time. A look at my schedule shows that there is no time. The Saturday before Easter we 'usually find a time to dye Easter eggs. This Saturday is completely AG still slings mud You would think that the Utah Attorney General would know better. No sooner had State Sen. Paul Rogers been exonerated by a panel of his peers for violating his Senatorial ethics than David Wilkinson, who currently holds that office, was slinging mud in Rogers direction again - and then declared his intention of not pressing the point. It was a blatant attempt to try Rogers by innuendo rather than fact -- - and using the media rather than of-ficial channels outlined for the Attorney General to make such cases. Rogers had originally been accused by Wilkinson of trying to influence a criminal investigation by the At-torney General's office into the dealings of Utah Power and Light Co. and Emery Mining Co., which is owned by the local Savage Brothers Inc. . Rogers, who was the finance chairman for Gov. Norm Bangerter's campaign for Utah Governor and carried considerable clout in the Utah Senate, claimed the discussion with Wilkinson dealt with leaks coming out of Wilkinson's office about Savage Brothers. The special committee called to investigate Rogers actions in the meeting found that he was no using undue influence in the meeting. Rogers was also accused of intervening in a lawsuit between the Utah Health Department and a private nursing home represented by a legal firm for which Rogers sometimes acts as a consultant. The special ethics committee also found that Rogers had not acted inappropriately in that instance. Unless further evidence of wrongdoing was to be introduced, that should have ended the matter. It didn't. Minutes after the ethics committee an-nounced its findings, Wilkinson was again accusing Rogers of vague, additional improper acts he was un-willing to explain -- - but inviting the press to carry out his crusade with a brash statement: "I'm not going to blow any reporters' stories." Why the aggressive and accusatory stance by the Attorney General? Apparently he and Rogers clashed during a Senate session last week -- - and Rogers won. It's unfortunate that Wilkinson has apparently decided to take a private personality conflict and turn it into a public vendetta. Unless he can back up vague accusations with dates and details, he shouldn't say anything at all. And if anyone should know that, it's the Attorney General of Utah. Remember: You can't eat a bicycle grassroots Copyright 1986 Becky Grass Johnson By BECKI GRASS JOHNSON I remember the year my daughter asked if the Easter Bunny was going to bring her a bicycle. I picked my teeth up off the floor and rolled my tongue back into my mouth. "What's wrong with chocolate bunnies, marshmallow chicks and jelly beans?" I wanted to know. "What's wrong with a basket of candy and a good tummy ache? What's wrong with the pink and yellow plastic grass that' I'm vacuuming out of the carpet in July?" "Just remember," I reminded her, "you can't eat a bicycle." "Yeah, and you can't pedal an Easter egg around the block," she added glumly. It all started because her friend had received a bicycle from the ' Easter bunny. (Isn't there a' law1 against that?) I explained that the.' Easter bunny has a hard enough time painting eggs all year' and ?; assembling baskets. Let's not ex-pect him to deliver Times have changed and so have some of the deliveries made by the Easter bunny. I've known kids who hard-boile- d eggs into cups filled with different kinds of dye. We'd watch in amazement as the white shells quickly turned beautiful pastel shades of springtime. At the end of our project we'd admire our bowl of Easter eggs and read the news print on each other's arms. After we had gone to bed, the Easter bunny would hide our baskets around the house and we'd find jelly beans in the toes of our shoes. Some of the eggs we'd dyed the night before were in the bottoms of our baskets, mixed in with the good stuff. Mom usually insisted we eat at least one of the boiled eggs that morning to guarantee that we wouldn't O.D. on candy before Sunday School. Then we'd put the rest in the back of the refrigerator until they started to smell and we'd have to .throw them out. Occasionally Mom would' try to get us to eat those boiled eggs by using them in some of our meals. We were too clever for that old trick! (Just try hiding gross little bits of lavender and green egg whites in tuna casserole ) That was about as exciting as it got. But now there are Easter sales, stuffed animals, rabbit balloons and Easter egg hunts. An Easter egg hunt is an even! where children stampede each other for a handful of candy. (And parents who have spent half of their lives teaching their children not to take candy from strangers or eat bugs out of the window sill will madly cheer as their kids eat the M&M's they find under a rocker fight with a dog over a nest of malted eggs behind a bush!) And what the kids and dogs fail to find, ends up going through the a month later. Nothing is more disgusting than a bunch o! marshmallow peeps stuck in the blades of your mower! It is enough to make Peter Cottontail throw up. A child's request for a bike for Easter could give little Bunny Foo Foo a nervous breakdown. I happen to know that the one and only (rue Easter bunny is not into wheels. ' If any child at my house has the notion that on Easter morning they are going to discover a shiny BMX, I'll have to break the bad news, The Easter bunny packed his bags last night and skipped town with the tooth fairy! by BECKI GRASS JOHNSON receive cassette tapes, skateboards and hula hoops for Easter. We obviously have connections with a different rabbit because all that is - left at our house is candy and a toothbrush. When I was a kid, I was thrilled just with the preparation for his coming. It was vitally important to dye a few eggs the night before. Mom would make us kids spread newspaper all over the kitchen to soak up the spills, then we'd dip letters to the editor j Home births dangerous Editor: As a pediatrician in American Fork for the last five and a half years, I am concerned about the practice of lay midwifery in our community. I have been involved in four situations where infants' lives were severely compromised because they were born at home and delivered by unlicensed mid-wive- Three of these infants are dead. One is at great risk for brain damage. Proper modern monitoring can detect problems before delivery and help avoid these disastrous out comes. As an advocate for children, I am aware of the many changes that hospitals have needed to make and are making in order to make the birth of the baby a more natural, normal, happy, oriented experience. Nevertheless, I think jeopardizing the very lives of infants in order to have a natural delivery in a home atmosphere is inconsistent with a society that should be protecting and caring for the rights of that infant. --Gordon B. Glade, M.D. Computing is still a mystical art the editor's column "Did you byte off more than you could chew?" reads the whimsical ad that hangs above Joann's desk. "Is a down computer getting you down? "Just call Magical Marc -- available weekends, too." A wizard is pictured in front of a computer terminal, snapping his fingers - a software sorcerer, if you win; i I created the flyer in a moment of madness after another computer crisis had been met and overcome -- one of several that have plagued the newspaper ever since we entered the automated office era. Actually, there is no magic in-volved. I don't think there is, anyway. But I can't explain what there is, either. I have felt an affinity for these marvelous machines every since they became affordable. I started by working on a computerized typesetter that doubled as a word processor. Processing words was something I could relate to, and that came pretty easily. Then I started playing with an Apple that was available at odd hours. But the machines were mysterious and incomprehensible. I still don't understand how they do what they do. I tried to learn programming, and found computers and I don't com-municate in the same language -- even when I understand there. Kind of like my kids. I love to be around them but find their reasons it really is. I wouldn't have to anything dif-ficult. There were still bugs in our programs, still some report forms to be created and occasional ad-justments in our data base that I would be expected to carry out. All of this with machines that I loved to manipulate but couldn't understand at all. Then I found out, just by chance, something which still amazes me. I can make these things do what I want without understanding anything about how its done. At first I thought it was intuition, that marvelous skill of knowing something without having to reason it out. "Help!" the cry would come "Why is the screen going crazy and talking in a foreign language to me?" And I would sit down at the ter-minal, type a few keys, and everything would be all right again. I hadn't the slightest idea what I had done to bring about that great change, but I was sure glad things were working like they should again so I could get back to work. This happened time after time, until I decided it wasn't really in-tuition at all. Not only were my repairs illogical, they were just plain lucky. It was serendipity, the aptitude for making fortunate discoveries completely by accident. As each crisis arose, I would place myself in front of the computer do whatever came to mind, and soon things would be running smoothly -- all purely by chance. What a marvelous power - to be able to chance onto the solution to important problems. It increased my esteem in the office considerably. People started talking nicely to me, because with computers you never know when something will happen that is completely without explanation. Who better to repair it than someone who knows absolutely nothing about what they are doing. As a result, computers and I have been getting along fine. They act up, I do something that makes no sense whatsoever to me, and the machine calms down and gets busy working again. Oh, I haven't let anyone else kno that it's luck. I act like I know wha' is happening, and use big words W "discombobulator argofibrulator" and make like t big shot - as long as no one ww knows anything about computers" around. I figure if anyone finds out wMi really happening here, they'll & the computers away from me, a then where will I be? The problem is, this only wore with computers. I have never perienced this ability in any otn facet of my life. So I plan on keeping my shut, my fingers on the keyWJj and my serendipity in tact - long as my luck holds. By MARC HADDOCK for doing things incomprehensible. Computers are the same. These machines require a certain kind of logic that is simply in-compatible with my brain. I can't think like they do, and I certainly can't talk like they do. When I write a program and try to run it, I get nasty messages back. Anyway, I think their nasty. I can't understand them, so I'm not sure. So I was concerned when well over two years ago, we decided to automate our office. It was decided (by those who make such decisions) that I would become the office computer expert. That sounds more important than Irrigation water available Pleasant Grove City has Pleasant Grove irrigation shares available for rent for use this summer at the rate of $15 per share. The city also has a few shares of Provo Reservoir water for rent for $20 per share. There are also shares of East and West Meadow water that can be used during the spring and early summer. Rates on these shares are negotiable. Persons desiring to rent irrigation water should make payment at city hall, 170 S. 100 East before April 1, 1986. City officials remind citizens that it is time to clean and clear their irrigation ditches. Questions on ditches, getting water to specific properties, etc. should be referred directly to the watermasters for the irrigation companies. Citizens are also reminded that they are responsible for their own waste water and that arrangements need to be made to keep water off adjoining property and city streets. Warnick meets with PG City Council He discussed the combined county and state office building. He added that a privitaization property would probably be best with the state and county leasing the building. Commissioner Warnick said this would be a cost saving method and would be more convenient. He also reported that the Justice of the Peace location consolidation will be effective on Jan. 1, 1987. Courts would be located in Spanish Fork for the south, Provo-Ore- m area, and the commission is looking at sites in Pleasant Grove, Lehi and American Fork this week for the north part of the county. ( Utah County Commissioner Robert Warnick met with Pleasant Grove City Council this week to get acquainted. He said he would like to see the communication channels between the conimission and the cities be opened more. He said that monthly information sessions, alternating between the north and south county areas, would be held. The meeting for April is scheduled to be held in Pleasant Grove. The commissioner recommended that an internal performance audit program be put into effect in the county. He said that they could look for ways to run the organization more efficiently and would like it to have a trial basis of one year. He explained that Task Force 86 is studying five areas of the com-mission government. These included roles of county government in regards to revenue, sources, and allocation; relationships to auxiliary organizations such as Mountainlands, UVTDA, etc; form of aorninistrative structure; checks and balances of legislative and executive functions; and county employee relations. SomethingFor Everyone! : Offer good only with coupons thru April 22, 1986 '.' ra oil $ - Traffic . off off I $ off Toddler's LN Dresses jf Jeans Tops & i5sir iSzz iL'ps pant: 1 i I 1 , Now-is the time to buy! pmsfeS ;Z:;f $P- - ?50 N. Main, 798-352- LU (gg) J Pleasant Sroue Reuirui ISSN No. U S P S. No. Published weekly except for Thanksgiving and Christmas by Newlah, Inc. 1) South Main Pleasant Grove. Utah 84062 Telephone Numbers Advertising & Circulation. 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