Student art show underway at CEU
The College of Eastern Utah’s Gallery East is currently hosting their last exhibit of the season, the annual CEU Student Art Show. The show started on April 7, and will continue until April 28. The opening reception was held April 11.
The student show has previously proved to be the biggest draw of the year for Gallery East. It includes artwork from students at CEU, primarily art majors and features 83 pieces, from various mediums, including sculptures, painting, graphic art and others. Cliff Bergera, art professor at CEU, explained, “We have examples in the show of everything we teach.”
He is proud of the work students produce at CEU. “The quality of our students is pretty good. It would hold up with any of the other institutions in the state,” he commented. The show will be Bergera’s last at CEU. After 15 years, he has decided to retire and focus on his painting.
Gallery East hours are 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., Monday through Friday.
Cleveland resident glances back at county history
Judi Bishop
Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you can learn a little bit of history from someone who has lived it. And in the history of coal mining in Emery County, one person who can relate first-hand to how the county and coal mining have changed over the years is Harry Easterbrook.
Harry was born in Standard, Utah and was a boy when his family moved to Cleveland. Harry was a youth when there were no sidewalks, paved roads or automobiles, and a family worked together to have food on the table and a roof over their heads. Everyone had a garden and many others had cattle, sheep, pigs, or other livestock to keep meat on the table. If you needed something, you quite often worked out an exchange with a neighbor. If a family fell on hard times, they all pitched in to help with whatever it took to get them back up and going. Barn raising came from this time period of time, where neighbors gathered to help each other. The men would do the labor and the women would provide the food.
When Harry grew up he wanted to stay in the area to raise his family when he married, so like many others he went to work in the coal mines.
On Oct. 25, 1941, he began his lifetime of working in the mining industry. That was back when they dug the coal by hand.
“Not with all the fancy equipment they have nowadays. We knew what it was to break our back digging that black gold out of the mountain,” he said. “I only worked for one year and said no more underground for me, so I quit. I ended up going back underground in Hiawatha.”
He went to Castle Gate and went to work on the tipple. He then went to work at the mine in Hiawatha.
Harry worked for the mine in Hiawatha until his retirement on April 25, 1979. When asked about wages he explained the scale was a little different than today. In 1941 his starting wage was $1.08 an hour. When he retired he was making $9.60 an hour.
At the bottom of his last time card he wrote, “This is the last, no more.” He told of how his boss, Bennett Ray, asked him what he was going to give the company since he knew they were giving him a nice gift.
“I told Bennett Ray, ‘nothing,’ if they didn’t get all they wanted out of me in 32 years, it’s their fault and they get nothing more.”
-Dazed-
When fate keeps laughing
James L. Davis
I was about half of the way up a ladder that was tipped drunkenly to one side when I paused to consider that perhaps, just perhaps, it wasn’t the safest thing in the world for me to be doing.
But, considering that I had a gallon of paint in each hand and a paintbrush clenched between my teeth, I didn’t pause to consider my tendency to invite a sure and sudden death for long. After climbing the drunken ladder to the top and depositing the cans of paint on the roof I made a quick look up and down Main Street to make sure that no one had observed my daredevil ladder climbing effort. No one had, and I sighed with relief. I was relieved because I was a safety officer and if anyone had seen me doing something so ridiculously stupid as what I had just done, then they might call into question my pleas for them to be careful on the job.
The sad thing is that on the job I am safe. I wear my hard hat, I wear my safety glasses, I wear my steel toed boots and I take time to consider my tasks before I start them to make sure that I don’t hurt myself or anyone else. But at home I am not like that at all.
It’s not that I don’t like safety at home, I like safety far more than say, any doctor I’ve ever had to visit in my life. It’s just that when I am home, I don’t think Fate is watching me. I should know better because Fate is always watching me. Watching me and more often than not, laughing at me. Sometimes Fate laughs so loudly and so often that it gives me a bit of a headache.
Giving Fate reason to laugh is why I tried to unhitch our hay trailer without a jack. Using a jack would be practical, it would be safe, it would give Fate absolutely no reason whatsoever to laugh at me. So instead I used whatever tools were handy, which was an old fence post and my back. It should be noted that our garage is about 150 yards from where I park the hay trailer and it should also be noted that I had to pass by the garage to take the hay trailer to its parking spot. Inside the garage there are four or five jacks that collect dust because I only use them if I have a flat tire. When I was in the middle of the field I climbed out of the truck to unhook the hay trailer and considered for a moment that I didn’t have anything to pry the trailer loose from the truck, so I briefly looked back at the garage and wondered if perhaps it would be a good idea for me to go back for a jack.
But as I paused to consider if it would be worth the effort, I heard the voice of Fate urging me to not do so because to do so would deny it the opportunity to laugh at me, and so I didn’t. I used an old fence post and a rock to try and pry the trailer free.
This method worked about as good as you would expect it to work, but it did get Fate off with a good chuckle or two. After several minutes of trying to pry the trailer free with the fence post, time I could have spent walking back and forth to the garage for a jack three or four times, I threw down the fence post in disgust and began to yell at inanimate objects for not doing tasks they were never intended to do. I like to yell at inanimate objects at times like these because they almost never yell back. Plus it gives Fate a little something extra to laugh at.
There is one thing that Fate and my children have in common and it is that they all enjoy a good laugh at my expense. Because of that whenever I am in the field, my children will usually wander out to watch me because they know it is only a matter of time before I give them something to laugh at. I am like my children’s own private sitcom, without the laugh track.
So as I was trying to figure out a way to remove the trailer hitch without having to do anything reasonable and safe, like go for a jack, my children sat on the ground and watched me with great looks of anticipation on their angelic faces.
At this point I straddled the trailer tongue and tried to lift it off of the trailer hitch. The result was that my face turned the color of a stop sign and my eyes bulged to the point that I could actually feel them exiting their socket.
After grunting and groaning and screaming at inanimate objects, I stepped back and considered the problem again, glancing up briefly at the garage and dismissing the crazy notion of going for a jack almost immediately.
It is then that I came up with my brilliant plan (at least Fate told me it was brilliant). I told my children to stand on the end of the hay trailer and jump up and down while I straddled the trailer tongue and pulled up. Such an effort as this accomplished several things at once. I removed the trailer with great force from the trailer hitch, but luckily enough caught it between my legs, which resulted in more screaming at inanimate objects, this time from the fetal position on the ground.
But in the end the greatest accomplishment was in seeing the looks of delight on my children’s faces as they laughed along with Fate until their faces turned red and their eyes bulged out of their sockets.
-Casey’s World-
More than just a simple question and answer
Casey Wood
It has recently been brought to my attention that the teens of Emery High School are asking each other to dances, and responding to one another, incorrectly. First I will explain how my parents and the adults around me say the “asking process” is supposed to take place, and then I will explain how it does.
According to some adults, when asking someone to a dance, the asker is supposed to approach the askee and simply say “Will you go to the dance with me?” to which the askee is supposed to reply “Yes,” or “No.” The process seems simple enough and it leads one to believe that asking to a dance, and responding to the inquisition should be simple, easy, and inexpensive.
In reality, asking someone to a dance and the response thereafter have become far more complicated. At some point in the history of high school and high school dances, all of this changed. I like to imagine it going something like this: Once upon a time an especially unique boy wanted to ask an extra special girl, whom he really cared for to a dance. He spent countless hours and dollars preparing to ask her in a way that would make her feel extra special and let her know how much he cared about her. Finally, after weeks of preparing he was ready to ask her. He called her parents and they agreed to let him come over and ask her to the dance while she was working. He executed his plan perfectly and left. When the girl arrived home from work she walked in and saw roses leading from the front door to her bedroom. She followed them to her room and saw it covered in rose petals with a big poster in the middle of her room asking her to the dance. The next day, to answer and show her special affection for him, she bought three rolls of saran wrap, painted a big “YES” on his windshield, and enclosed every inch of the car in saran wrap. Thus was born the “new” way of asking someone to dances, and responding to invitations.
Teens do anything to try to come up with the most unique, fun, or, in some cases, torturous ways to ask each other, or respond, to dances. There are hundreds of different ways to do it, but I will detail just a few.
Fill the person’s locker with balloons with little notes inside and make them unscramble a message.
Make a poster and replace words with candy to create a message saying something like: “A (fun dip with the word ‘fun’ scribbled out) stick like me would be lucky to get a (sweetarts with the ‘arts’ scribbled out) (chick-o-stick with the ‘-o-stick’ scribbled out) to go to the dance with me. We’ll have a (whoppers candy) of a time at the (whatchamacallit candy bar)” followed by the askers name.
Cover their car in saran wrap, sticky notes, paper, paint, etc. asking the question.
Cover their yard in forks and/or knives and/or spoons and in some way leave a message for them.
Staple 100 Dixie Cups together, fill them with water, and leave them on the askee’s bed with your name printed on the bottom of each cup.
Decorate their room in some way.
Convince a police officer, principal, seminary teacher, etc. to pull them aside and harass them before informing the askee that you, the asker, would like to take them to the dance.
Make the askee go on a scavenger hunt. Or, you could be boring and go the old fashioned, traditional way of asking them to their face and receiving and answer then and there.
Using a little more imagination when it comes to asking someone to a dance is far superior to the old fashioned, direct way of asking someone to a dance. It is a tradition that will continue to grow beyond dances and will, no doubt, eventually take over the world. OK, not really, I’ve just always wanted to say that.
-Annalee’s Corner-
Music history in Green River
Annalee Thayn
Would it surprise you to know that Green River once had an Opera House? I think it’s fascinating that in 1907 Green River did indeed have one. To me an Opera House conjures up images of ladies in fur coats and gentlemen with monocles or binoculars arriving at an event that only the rich were likely to attend. That Green River had an opera house shows an early appreciation of the arts. The opera house held dances, concerts, and plays. It was located on the south side of the Midland Hotel on Broadway Street.
The first story of the building was the W.F. Asimus Furniture and Hardware Store and Broadway Drug Store owned by Dr. C.E. Coleman. The Broadway Opera House, as it was formerly called, was on the second floor. The Lobby Saloon, also in the building, was advertised as “A Gentleman’s Place of Amusement.”
The Opera House lasted until 1920. In April of that year a fire of unknown origins burned the building to the ground. Possible causes were guessed to be either a defective chimney flue or a lit cigarette. A dance held there that night ended at 1:30 a.m. and the fire was discovered at 2:25 a.m., but it was so far advanced that nothing could be done to save the building.
Music in those days was one of the few ways to just socialize and be entertained. For many it wasn’t passive listening, but involved actively creating their own music and even making their own instruments.
Last week the Green River Archives received a book entitled Life in the Lower Valley - Charles Alford and Alta Curtis Hunt History. Beulah Hunt Hafen, who wrote the book, is the daughter of Charles and Alta Hunt. It joins an earlier gift from the Hunt Family, a handmade violin and banjo by “Lafe” Hunt, the father of Phylis Burr and Ina Spadafora. Lafe is the brother of Charles Alford Hunt.
Inside the book is a picture of the Hunt Family Orchestra. The orchestra included Charles, Henry, and Elias Hunt and family friend George Shirts. They would play in and around Caineville. Charles and Alta Hunt had a large family of 11 children. Each of these children had musical ability and were encouraged to play an instrument. The children didn’t have the luxury of plopping down in front of the T.V. after school or plugging in an MP3 player, but music was a valued activity they enjoyed in their spare time.
-Swell Recipes-
A Few of my Favorites
Kathy Ockey
Along with being a wife and mother, Mary Ann Jorgensen has been an educator nearly all of her life. She lived in West Jordan attending Jordan High School and graduated from Utah State University. She then came to Emery County to become the Emery County Demonstration Agent. In 1960 she met her husband, Theron Don Jorgensen at church and they began their family of two daughters, Carolyn and April.
Mary Ann taught at East Carbon High School and North Emery High. She quit teaching for seven years and went back to teaching at Canyon View Junior High, San Rafael Junior High and then Emery High School.
She said she enjoyed teaching and met many people and had a lot of good experiences. After retiring she and her husband fulfilled a mission to Nauvoo, IL. She said this was the best time in her life because of the experiences they had and the friendships they developed. Following are several recipes that Mary Ann enjoys making and was glad to share with everyone.
Chicken Salad
Mary Ann said she got this recipe from Maggie Huntington
Six boneless/skinless chicken breasts simmered in 3 quarts of sweetened chicken bouillon. Sweeten the bouillon with brown sugar until the broth tastes fairly sweet. Remove the cooked chicken from the bouillon and cool the chicken. Cut into cubes. Marinate the cubes for 30 minutes in:
2 Tbs. red wine vinegar
2 Tbs. orange juice
1 tsp. garlic salt
Mix together:
5 cups chicken and any remaining marinade
2 cups mandarin oranges (Additional tidbits for garnishing salad)
20 oz. can crushed pineapple-drained (Save the juice to add a little to the mayonnaise if necessary)
20 oz. can of pineapple tidbits (Save half of the tidbits to garnish top of salad)
2 cups chopped celery
2 cups chopped apple
1 small package of frozen peas
Grated white onion-add amount to suit taste
2 cups mayonnaise
3 cups cooked rice
Salt
Chill overnight in the refrigerator. Serve garnished with mandarin oranges, pineapple tidbits and slivered almonds.
Frito Salad
This salad was taken into her daughter’s home
2 cans kidney beans
3 tomatoes
1 bunch green onions
1 green pepper
Catalina dressing
Mix above ingredients together and add
Catalina dressing the night before
Just before serving, add 1-2 cups grated cheese and 1 small bag of Frito chips.
Oatmeal Crispies
This came from the “Red Rose Milling Co” recipe book. Mary Ann tried it still uses it.
1 Cup shortening
1 Cup brown sugar
1 Cup white sugar
2 eggs, beaten
1 ½ Cup flour
1 tsp salt
1 tsp soda
1 tsp vanilla
3 Cup quick cooking rolled oats
½ Cup chopped walnuts
Cream shortening and sugars thoroughly, add eggs and vanilla and beat well. Add sifted dry ingredients, rolled oats and nuts and mix well. Form into long rolls and chill thoroughly. Slice ¼ inch thick and bake on an ungreased cookie sheet at 350 degrees for 10 minutes.
Deluxe Sugar Cookies
This recipe came from “Taste of Home” magazine. Mary Ann bakes them at Christmas time
1 Cup butter – softened
1 ½ cups confectioner’s sugar
1 egg beaten
1 tsp vanilla extract
½ tsp almond extract
2 ½ cups all-purpose flour
1 tap baking soda
1 tsp cream of tartar
In a mixing bowl, cream butter and sugar. Add egg and extracts. Combine flour, baking soda and cream of tartar; gradually add to the creamed mixture and mix well. Chill for at least 1 hour. On a surface lightly sprinkled with confectioners’ sugar, roll out a quarter of the dough to 1/8-inch thickness. (Mary Ann said this makes wafer-like cookies. If you wanted them thicker then cut them to about ½”) Place on ungreased baking sheets and bake at 350’ for 7-8 minutes or until the edges begin to brown. Yield: 5 dozen 2-inch cookies.
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