Sam White Lane

Well another week has gone by.
I meant to hike the hills again. But we did have several days with
rain and snow. However I did get out of the house. I was invited by
Utah County ARES to help with Scouting for Food. I was stationed at
the Lehi Stake Center. Then on the way home I stoped by the bridge
farm for Sam White Lane.

It looks like a tire convention. There are so many tires, I was not
able to count them all. This bridge is really big. Did I tell you this
bridge is big. This is the biggest bridge they have ever done. It is
supposed to call National Attention. I have heard that there will be
major reporters here covering this event. This event what do you mean?
It is just a bridge.

Tonight at 11:00 pm. (2300 hrs) they will close I-15, and start the
wheels rolling. This is so exciting that it is almost enough to get up
at night and come see the movement.

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Missed a week

Spring is here, but the mud discourages me from hiking in the foothills. Then again I do have a Colonoscopy scheduled for Tuesday. So it looks like I will have to skip a week before exploring the these trails east of Orem. Then again I did sleep out on Friday evening. Does this count? Well I should have taken a picture.

Found Twitter

I was reading the other evening about twitter. I found that by having a twitter account I could have text mail sent to my phone. I am way looking forward to this.

This means if you cannot get in touch with me on the phone you could leave a simple text message with a tweet.

Will you try to send me a message.


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Ben the Wagon Boy

Well, Rebecca found Bens Story on the Web. Apparently Dallin Oaks used it in an article.

52-3-12 Weeks in the foothills

I was going to go all the way, today. But then the road was just too
muddy with ruts. So I stopped at the top of the hill and came back.
Before doing so I saw another car wreck. Hit the guard rail, then
rolled to the right. Oh, what a mess.

Then on Saturday I was at the round-a-bout on 7th east helping with
the Rex Lee Run.

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52-3-6 Clear as Glass

What a wonderful day. The high for the day was 54. The wind was calm.
The lake was clear as glass. I could see a reflection in the lake. I
waited for an orange sunset, but the sun went behind a cloud instead.

Decided to take one of the trails and had company, (the deer). Then
came home later and got an evening shot of the valley

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52-Feb

Well, I made it to the top of the hill again. It was not very much fun walking through the mud and snow. There were those places in the road with out much sun. I got my shoes muddy.

About half way up I heard sirens, many sirens. They just came comming. I hurried to the top of the hill. You know the place, where I could see into Provo Canyon. There at one of the curves everyone was huddled. For the longest time they were grouped together. I could not see the car that was damaged.

A Life Light helicopter came in, then they stopped all traffic in both directions. Then a chanel 5 helicopter came in. This one circled and circled. Then they both flew off. Then the traffic resumed. I was also on my way home.

Oh, where are the pictures. About half way up the mountain, my Ham Radio lost power. My backup battery lost power. My Camera did not have enough power to turn on. Plus my pre paid Cell phone was down to 5 minutes. I did have a water bottle and binoculars. But the rest of me was well spent. So much for preparation.

More Family

More family. Here is a picture from the same day with the rest of the family. Of course Junior was sitting next to his four sisters. Now here comes the rest of the family. Except I was not there that day.You may even recognize Judy. Oh, I wish you could all enjoy these family members as I do.

Birthday Envelope

Ok, this may not look like much, however it may be the last writing of Judy Hutton.

Foot hills - not again

Well I did not make it to the foothills again. It is not because it was too warm. It was another cold week. Very cold. I did make it outside. Here I am at work running a CNC Plate cutting machine. You can see all of the dials and selections on the console. This is a very intricate machine. We can crate parts on gauge plate, and plate that is several inches thick. The thickest I have cut was 12 inch plate. That was several years ago. We do not get those items very often.

Most of the time we are cutting plate that is 1.25 inch to 2 inch thick.
Now does this not look like I am running the Star Ship Enterprise?

Star Ship Enterprize

Here I am at the console of the star ship Enterprise.

Tri Berres

DI TRI BERRESE
Uans oppena taim uas tri berrese; mamma berre, pappa berre, e bebi berre. Live inne contri nire foresta.
NAISE AUS (No mughegge.)
Uanna dai, pappa, mamma, e bebi go tuda bice, onie, fughette loche de dorre.
Bai enne bai commese Goldilocchese, sci garra nattinghe tu du betta meiche troble.
Sci pusce olle fudde daon di maute; no live cromme.
Dan sci gos appesterese ene slipse in alle beddse.
LEISE SLOBBE!
Bai anne bai commese omme di tri berrese; alle sonnebronde enne sand inna scius.
Dei garra no fudde, garra no beddse En uarra dei goine due to Goldilocchese?
Tro erre inne strit?
Colle pullissemenne?
FETTE CIENZE!
Dei uas Italien Berrese, enne dei slippe ona florre. Goldilocchese stei derre tri uicase; itte aute ausenomme;
en giusta becose dei asche erra to meiche di beddse sci sai “Go giompinna leiche,”
enne runne omma craine to erra mamma tellen erre uat sanomabicces di tri berres uor.
Uatsiuse? Uara iu goine du?
- Go compleine sittiole?
GIACCHE ENNE BINNESTAUCCHE
Uans appona taim uase disse boi. Nemmse Giacche. Naise boi. Live uite ise mamma. Mainde da cao. Uane dei, di spaghetti ise olle ronne aute. Dei goine feinte fromme no fudde. Mamma, sci crais, “Oreie, Giacche! Teicche da cao enne traide erra forre bocchese spaghetti enne somme uaine.” Bai enne bai commese omme Giacche. I garre no fudde, i garre no uaine. Meicchese misteicche enne traidese da cao forre bonce binnese. GIACCHASSE!
Mamma scise engri, enne giompe uppa enne daon craine, “Uare iu! Somme caine cresi?” Denne sci tro olle binnese aute da uindo.
Necchese dai, Giacche lucchese aute da uindo enne oaura iu tinke? Isse disse binnestaucche uate rice appe tru di claoudse. Somme uide! Giacche gos appe da binnestauche. Isse disse ogghere! Isse menne nainte sicchese futte tolle uite tri grin aise! Enne i garra ghusse uate laisse gholde egghese.
Giacche ielle, “Giaiaiao!” Denne isse grabbe da ghuse enne cuicche claimse daon fromme di binnestaucche. Isse cose cioppe-cioppe uite di acchese. Di nainte sicchse futte menne isse folle enne brecche di necche. Aucce!
Momma giompse fromme gioie. Sci mecchese naise ghusse cacciatore. Bai enne bai dei garre no morre fudde. De goinne dai! Uattse iusse? Uara iu goinne du uene iore ghusse isse cucchede?

Many thanks to this website for a detail listing if this story:
http://www.samefacts.com/2011/01/woolgathering/literature-bleg/

Dance Recital

And here is the best Dance of the year.

52-4 Weeks in the foothills - kind of

Well I did make it to the foothills, but only to take a picture.

This week I was invited to play in a Raquet Ball Tournament with Rebecca at UVU.

I kept on telling everyone that when you are in your twenties you just play everything all the time.

When you are in your Thirties you start to feel some sore places.

When you are in your Forties you learn what Advil is.

When you are in your Fifties, you start taking Advil before and event and after the event.

Like 5-6 pills each time.

Then just sit back and enjoy the sunset.

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$5.00

Sarah said she was confused on who these people are. I will give $5.00 to the first person to correctly identify all of these people and also tell who is missing.

No, make that $20.00.

Junior Hutton

Here is a wonderful Picture of Junior Hutton. What a marvel it is to have him in a suit and tie, when I know they came from a farm.

I received a letter from the Uncle Ron and Aunt Peggy this past week. They included this picture with the letter. Apparently one of Dad's school mates returned the picture to Ron and asked if he would return this to the family.

This is a great picture. Can you imagine the red hair? You will also notice the smile does not show teeth. My father had a broken tooth in the front and it was black. So he did not like to smile with pictures. The first thing he did when going into the Navy was to have a bridge made that would correct his smile. He also did not smile because his father did not like to smile in pictures. This was because in the early picture taking they had to stand still for long periods of time. But in this generation it was not so.

Did you ever hear about how Ron Hutton was adopted? I kinda remember my father saying "If you do not tell him I will!" They were talking about Ron. He wanted to join the army and could not because he did not have a birth certificate. So eventually he was told the truth and joined the army. 

His mother was Mary McNair and his father was Ardon Alexander. Mary was Myrtle's younger sister.  Mary died at the birth of her first child - Ron. This is very comforting to know that my grandmother and grandfather had the desire to have a new child in their home.(I met Ardon Alexander one time)

Now lets talk a little bit more about these McNairs. The McNairs came to the states through Canada, migrating from Europe. Each generations moved a little farther south and west. John Currie McNair was one of these. He was born in Canada, married in Nebraska, and died in Kansas. His first wife was Adelaide Rose Hamblet. This is the mother of my grandmother Myrtle Alice Mcnair. Myrtles mother died when she was in her late teens. (Does this sound familar?) Her father remarried, but this 2nd marriage was to her cousin, Jennie Currie.

Now you remember what they say about marrying your cousin. In this family it was true. The children were a bit altered. Peter, Leland, Mary, Marie.

We went to visit Peter and Jennie one time. My mother never wanted to go back. However I still have a arrow head from this rock collector.

Marie, died while very young, Mary died at the birth of Ronald, Leland died of a gun shot would while crossing a barbed wire fence. Peter lived with his mother for the longest time.  My Uncle Ronald Hutton is his closest living relative.

So I really want you to remember Ron Hutton, Myrtle Hutton, Addie McNair, Jennie McNair, and Marie McNair. Are there any questions?

52-3 Weeks in the foothills

I tried to hike the trails again this week. Here is a picture that shows what the road is like. But it is not as good as M.C. Eshers, or this one, huh?

Here is a great view looking back in the valley. Where I am at is nice a clear, and cold. But back in the valley you can still see the smog.

52-2 Weeks in the foothills

I did not make it very far today. Mud stopped the travelling. However it was a great view of the county.
When I stopped the deer came out in droves. Here is one with one horn. This is the time of year they shed. My friend Paul Averett goes hunting for them.

52 Weeks in the Foothills part 2

Acts 26:28
Then Agrippa said unto Paul, Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian.

Or in other words: Almost thou persuadest me to hike these hills once per week for a year.
Thank you Mike Jones

Shot Put

If I understand this correct, what happened here effects the rest of this season. Way to go Becca.

39' 5 1/4 "