. This is all due to our visit Saturday June 17th, 2006 to the Clark Planetarium.
Equity Capital Group held a Summer Luau June 19, 2006. There was sumo wrestling and a bunch of other fun stuff. I share this photo with you all in hopes of a few laughs... I beat Mark Winget, one of my co-workers, and I owe it all to that afternoon when I watched Sumo wrestling on ESPN. Thanks ESPN.
When a slick salesman would visit a San Joaquin county dairy, Granville Hutton asked the hard questions.
Hutton, 66 San Joaquin County's dairy farm adviser since 1963, died at his home Saturday night. He will be remembered by those in the dairy and farm industry for his forthright, hand-on approach to helping the county's dairies.
"Say there was a fast-talking salesman with gimmicks, if Granville was there, he would ask hard questions and keep us straight," said Adam Van Exel, a Lodi dairy operator who knew Hutton since he became the dairy adviser for the Stockton office of the University of California cooperative Extension.
Van Exel remembers a salesman coming to his ranch selling a high-mineral feed mix.
"Hutton said, 'What's in it? What minerals?'" Van Exel recalled. "He said we didn't need those high-priced fancy feed mixes, just stick with the basics. When things got complicated, he had a way of keeping them simple and direct."
Hutton's longtime commitment to the local dairy industry was honored by the county Board of Supervisors last year, when it named the new milking parlor at the fairgrounds after him. The parlor will give the public a chance to view milking.
Hutton believed in doing rather than lecturing.
"If a dairy man had a problem on the farm, he came out," said Laura Rothlin, who runs a Manteca dairy with her husband, Arnold Rothlin, "He was good at checking equipment."
As a boy growing up on a dairy farm in Kirk, Colo., Hutton milked cows by hand.
The dairy industry changed immensely since then, but Hutton always was on the technological cutting edge.
He designed milking equipment, including pipelines, vacuums and cleaning equipment. In the last few years of his life, he taught dairy operators how to manage their herds by computer.
"He had tireless energy for understanding computers," said Gary Johnson, county executive director of the UC Cooperative extension office.
"He would say the only way to learn something is to actually do it and he would spend any amount of time to teach and share. Many people in the county are computer literate because of Granville."
Hutton became a farm adviser with the Colorado agricultural Extension in 1948.
In 1954, he got a job with the Shasta County Extension Service and moved his family to California. He served as the 4-H adviser in Shasta County until moving to the San Joaquin County extension office in Stockton.
In 1963, he became the dairy adviser for San Joaquin County. Health problems forced Hutton to retire in 1989.
Hutton is survived by his wife Judith Hutton of Stockton; two sons, Duane Hutton of Modesto and Gary Hutton of Utah; a sister, Burnetta Langendoefer of Idalia, Colo.; a brother, Ronald Hutton of Kirk, color.; and five grandchildren.
Funeral services will be held Thursday at 11 a.m. at DeYoung Memorial Chapel, with Rev. Steve Burkum officiating.
Donations may be made to "The Granville Hutton Milking Parlor," care of San Joaquin County Dairy Herd Improvement Association.
"Three Sailors"
The young sailor on the plane had a picture of his half bred saddle horse, Black Prince. Said he, "At camp I sit around and look at that picture a lot." He was D. S Goodwin, Lascar, Colo., ranch worker and former rodeo hand.
One of his friends, also just out of "boot" camp, was Bob Mizer, Denver, former bakery worker, getting back to see his wife and youngster.The third of the sailors was Red Hutton, farm boy from Kirk, Colo., whose folks didn't realize he was coming by plane and would be somewhat late in picking him up.
If these three were a cross-section of the young men in the services and if their reactions at coming home are to be the normal reactions of all our boys when they return, then it would seem that the thing which will happen is a turn to normal haunts and habits as rapidly as possible.
The sailors boarded the plane at billings. They had planned to reach Denver by train, but those 15 days between "boot" camp and assignment are so short that they saved one by transferring to the plane.Mizer looked the writer over at the Western Air ticket window in billings and said, "I've seen you somewhere before." When Denver was revealed as the address and when Red Hutton found out that this writer had been at the Wagner Hereford Ranch sales at Kirk, and when Goodwin found that there was a mutual acquaintance with Hugh Bennet, Falcon, Colo., there were plenty of things to talk about. And it didn't take long for the well-thumbed picture of Black Prince to pop out of Goodwin's pocket.
The boys were on their first plane ride. Their frankness and good nature made hits all the way around. Hutton said to the stewardess, "Do you suppose I could look thru up there into the cockpit?" when she said. "Why, I think so," he was as please as a 4-year-old with a new, wooden train.
A lot of the spirit of America was seen in these three young men, a lot of the stuff that has made America the envy of the world, and the target for those who are covetous of the riches which we have. What they don't savvy, perhaps, is that our greatest treasure is the wide-awake, fun-loving, hard-working, hard-playing people of the stamp of these sailors.
The snow was deep that day my friend.
This is a great picture. If Anna will write a few comments I will add them here.
John wanted to see how the window covering was built. So here is the top view. The back is made of 2x2x1/8 angle iron. The front is made of 1x1/8 flat bar. Then the top is just expanded metal.
Here is what the top corner looks like.
And here is the bottom view of the corner.
My baptismal preparation began when I was very small.
Dad told us never to smoke. He set a good example for us and quit. He also told us to never go with a girl that smoked.
My whole life is probably a preparation for the gospel, but there must have been that time when I was especially sensitive to accept the teaching of Joseph Smith.
This preparation began to quicken in the fall of 1971. Some events that stand our are: Duane telling me to always read, my not knowing why I was in collage, and no job. It was during this time I took hours and hours to evaluate my self, and asked myself those important questions.
Now I will write of this baptism. I have shared this story to others. To me it is a sacred story.I had been working for a couple of months when this first contact was made. I had a doctors appointment in the morning. So I wasn't going to [go] to work [until] noon. I was going to take my Honda into the shop for repairs. While I was loading the bike into the pick-up, these two young men started to visit with me.
They told me they were from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and they wanted to come by sometime and tell me a little about their church. I thought that sounded fair enough. If they got out of hand or told me to many things I disagreed with I would tell them to leave and not come back.
It took a couple of weeks for them to call on me again. It made me feel unimportant, they they waited so long to return their visit. They called on a Sat. morning just as I was going somewhere. They wanted to come by on Tues. Evening. That was just fine with me.
They came for a couple of weeks on tues and then there was a transfer. The new missionary was an Elder too. They explained that it was only a title for them. Then there was another transfer. Elder Thomas A. Daniels, had three fingers on his left hand. After his mission I was not able to contact Elder Loucks.
These two elders didn't know which discussions I had, so they just started over. They gave me a Book of Mormon and kept challenging me to read it. They also tried to help me remember that Peter, James and John came to Joseph Smith.
Every time they came, they asked me, who gave the priesthood to Joseph Smith. This was a struggle for me probably because I didn't realize the importance of the priesthood.
From the very first meeting they set a baptismal date, and kept on saying, "If you knew that this church was true would you be baptized?" That seemed logical to me.
They were also patient on inviting me to church. Until one time they insisted I come. Well that just didn't set with me very well. I was a little mad at them telling me what I must do. I'd show them by going to church anyway.
I attended the chapel closest to home, but the wrong ward. It was a Testimony Meeting. I remember people standing and telling of their feelings. I sure thought that was pretty corny, but I felt a similar spirit as I had when the elders came by.
The elders came by on tues. and began to tell of their disappointment, but when I explained to them my efforts they were pleased.
I was still not ready for baptism yet. I attended church a couple of more times, and another baptismal service. The date they set was getting closer all the time. Elder Daniels was to baptize me and Dean Lambert was to confirm me. The date was for Saturday. I told them that I would call them on Fri. to let them know. On Fri. afternoon I went up to see Duane in Davis and to spend the night.
Duane had a Jewish girl friend at the time. She showed concern and didn't think that baptism was the correct thing for me to do. I was ready and willing to know why, but she never explained. Then I called the elders and told them I would be there.
I had felt the missionary's concern, and that was similar to what I felt while attending church. I also realized that I wanted to rub shoulders with these people. They had something I wanted.
