in country's service and high school teachers, one in selective service, one Del Monte retired official, one farmer and cattleman, one Colonel, Jack L. Tueller (Pentagon, Wash., D.C.) and who has been an airman all over the continents in last recent wars. He is at present a director of the Missiles and Space Programs, U.S. Air Force. He also was the first member of the family to fly twice the speed of sound, 1,800 miles per hour. The family is a musical family. Most of them play piano and musical instruments of all kinds and all of them have played in high school and college bands and could get a band ready for playing any time if they were not scattered all over the continent. They often sit down at several pianos and play together without any music. One is a musical composer and has composed music books for publishing and has written songs and published them. One is a member of the General Sunday School Board and his last musical song is published in one of the Juvenile Instructors. They all hold important positions in the LDS Church every where they live. Mrs. Dickson practically knew every one who ever lived in Morgan County and are buried in the cemeteries, except Ben Simon who built the first house in the county at Stoddard, first called Simon Springs. Simon was French-Indian with an Indian wife. She knew every Post Master in the county but Charles S. Peterson (Nettie Robison's grandfather) who killed the bear. She knew the first Stake Presidency and his counsellors and all presidents since. Post Masters: Weber City, Chas. Rue Peterson; Monday Town, T. R. G. Welch; W. O. N., Harriet Williams; W. O. N., Hyrum Williams; W. O. N., Wyman Parker; Vilas Barret, Jos. S. Williams, Laura C. Webb, Dewey Shurtliff, (Mabel Assist); Dr. Wadsworth, (Kate W., Assist); James R. Stuart, George Heiner, Richard T. Fry, Warren W. Porter, Richard R. Francis, Morgan. —8— SHE HAS HAD 88 YEARS OF YESTERDAY Yesterday her mother made the tallow candle for light. Today we have all the wonders of electricty. Yesterday she played hide and seek with four generations. Tomorrow she shall sail away through the air to planets unknown. So look ye well therefore to today. Yesterday is but a dream of the past. Tomorrow is but a vision of the future and Tomorrow is the most beautiful word of all. NEARING THE END A little more tired at the close of day, A little less anxious to have our way. A little less ready to scold and blame, A little more careful of anothers name. And so we are nearing the journey's end, When time and eternity meet and blend. A little less care for bonds and gold, A little less jest than in days of old. A broader view and a saner mind, And a little more love for all mankind. A little more careful of what we say, And so we are ferrying down the way. A little more love for the friends of youth, A little more zeal for established truth. A little more charity in our views, A little less thirst for our neighbors news. And so we are folding our tents away, And passing in silence at close of day. A little more leisure to sit and dream, A little more real the things unseen. A little bit nearer to Pilgrim's ahead, With comforting visions of those long dead. -9—