The Wagon Reach

The morning started early as Paul (my father) and Earl (his father) arose earlier than usual to get the cows milked and other chores done before hitching up the team of horses. They are getting ready to go six or seven miles up Grover Canyon to cut firewood to heat the house through the cold…

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Courage Yesterday and Today

Watching the news these past few weeks, I’ve found myself reflecting on what we call the “greatest generation,” ordinary people who rose to face the extraordinary circumstances of WWII with remarkable courage.My father was one of them. Fresh out of high school, he joined the army and became an infantry scout. Like many in his…

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First Dance in Afton Wyoming

It was sometime in the fall of 1946 that Paul Cazier of Afton, Wyoming took Lois Call from Logan, Utah to his hometown to visit his family. Paul had proposed to Lois, and he was excited to introduce her to family, friends, and the Star Valley culture. He was confident that she would make a…

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The Blue Plate Special

It was a hectic day in our home, which was not unusual in a big family. The exact details of how it all started have been lost in the shuffle, but one of my sibs, whose identity is mercifully forgotten, broke something belonging to another. Tempers flared and angry words were exchanged. Mom brought all…

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The Challenges of Being Accepted into a Sorority

Lois Call graduated from Logan High School in 1943 and entered Utah State University that fall. This was a big step for her, partially because of the many challenges she faced growing up that were different from most other children.When she was 18 months old, hot grease was accidentally spilled onto her head and ran…

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I’m getting a lot done, but …

I’ve been cleaning out cupboards, reorganizing the fridge… I even got on Cal to go through his stacks of unopened mail.You might be tempted to say, “Way to go, Anne!” “Good for you to get the spring cleaning bug.”And I do admit that it feels good to be able to find the peanut butter AND…

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The Glass Piano

In the summer of 1974 my first wife Carol, our three-year-old son Paul, and I went on an outing with some friends to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. I was just finishing my education at the University of Tennessee, and Carol had recently had surgery for ovarian cancer and was going through radiation therapy. She was weak and…

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