Funerals Bring Back Floods of Memories

Today I attended the funeral of a Dear old Neighbor, Ella Beth Shelton Moulton. She was the mother of my best childhood friend Grant Moulton. As they talked about Beth and her life, many memories of my childhood came flooding back. I was so lucky to grow up in a small town and in such a close neighborhood. I always felt safe and secure anywhere in our neighborhood. I spent countless hours in the Moulton home, Smith home and Rounds home, all on the same block as my home. We built forts along the creek bed, complete with a pipe to pee in so it would flow into the creek. In theory it was a good idea until the urine in the pipe started to stink up the fort. We played rodeo on Roy Smith's sheltlin pony in our own sandlot next door. We would sit on the pony then someone would slap it in the flanks and the ride was on. Sometimes I wondered how we all survived those days. We were also reminded of the night that Roy Smith stole some apples from the Moulton's tree and while he was making his way back to his sleeping back in his yard, Beth, who had seen us all stealing the apples, beat us to the sleeping bags and climbed in Roys bag to suprise him when we got back. I think we all had to change our shorts that night.

Grant was also known as the one with the hard head. He proved it one day as we all stood on the hatch to one of our club houses, with him inside. Not to be determined to get out, he rose us all up by pushing his head against the hatch. Our own sandlot, now with a home on it built by the Beckstrands (curse them, but we ended up loving them), was the locale for many a ball games. I even received my first mouth full of stitches after not seeing a line drive hit by Roy Smith right in line with the setting sun. We played ball in that field almost every day. Life was grand in Heber Utah.

Summers were always filled with sleeping out. I would bet that less than half of my nights as a child were spent in my bed during the summer. In fact my mother and fathers greatest fears were who I might bring home for a sleep over. Little did they know that we usually would raid a garden or two ( Call's, Young's and yes even the Moulton's if Grant wasn't sleeping out with us), followed by a trip to the Gril for a late night plate of french fries served by our dear friend Sarge Jensen. I would ground my kids for life if they tried something like that today. In fact, if they sleep out, I am right there with them. Come to think of it, it is usually my idea to sleep out even now. The big difference is I need multiple pads under my sleeping back in order to sleep. Life was grand at 36 NORTH 200 WEST. I had two of the greatest parents in the world that allowed us to be children and to have the time of our lives with our friends and neighbors. One of the yearly rituals, before the death of our neighbor across the street, Jeff Horrocks, was to gather for the crab apple (often turned into apple) fight. We would gather crab apples from the Horrocks tree then we would divide and conquer, covering our whole block. There were so many places to hide. We usually ended up in Bonnie and Bill Colemans apple trees and the pain became greater when you were hit. We would run through Freda Zulfelts back yard and across the bridge in to the Moulton's garden spot. We would sneak up the creek bed coming out at Maurine Thomas' house (Grants Aunt). The best place to be on the whole block was in the climbing tree behind my house in Francis Moulton's back yard. It is still there today and calls my name every time I visit my old home.

On our block we played with Roy and Lynda Smith, Grant Moulton, and Mark Rounds. We often would venture over to the Seiter/Call/Young block to play night games. Boy was that fun playing; eggs and bacon, kick the can, and ante-i-over. We also often played pick up games of base ball in the Seiters back yard with the back yard fire place as the home run. We often ended up looking for balls in the tall grass between the Seiter's yard and My Grandmother Moulton's yard. The kids we played with on that block included: Dwight Seiter, Brian, Randy and Keith Call, Lynette, Jim, Brian and Brent Young, Darren, Jill and Jason Ivie, and any others that gravitated to the place of ultimate fun.

Thanks For The Memories Beth. We love you and will truly miss those CINNAMON ROLLS.

Well my daughter Amanda has moved away to school and is now living in Cedar City Utah. She has started her own blog called "lifeofatheatrestudent". After reading it I decided that I needed to get back to my own blog and record some of my own feelings and thoughts. It has been difficult having our oldest child move out. I know that that is what is supposed to happen but we do miss our little curly headed daughter. She is having a riot at school and meeting a lot of new people and friends. She has always been a great daughter and I know she will succeed in school.