Sunday, June 14, 2015
Shirley Devey Girl Reporter!
I wish I was as glamorous as the girl reporter in the picture...Rosalind Russell in "His Girl Friday."
This is your reporter, Shirley Devey Hatfield coming to you from the news desk of C.A.V.E. Radio, American Fork, Utah. It's been 42 years since I prowled the hallowed halls of AF High School looking for material for my column "Shirley's World." I grew up reading humorous writers like Erma Bombeck. So I wanted to be a humor columnist for a major newspaper when I grew up...or else a Broadway actress or playwright. I was on the junior high newspaper staff and also on the yearbook staff...so it was logical to sign up for the high school paper as well. Madison, my 17 year old grand daughter, is on the yearbook staff of her high school. Journalism obviously runs in the family. So, Madison, here is another chapter in the saga called "When I Was Your Age."
My fellow newspaper staffers.
I am the one on the left standing wearing a dark coat and my trademark round glasses.
Once they let me be on the newspaper staff, I lost interest in actual news reporting. I had dreams of writing my own trademark column with my own byline. I don't know I how convinced Mrs. Gordon to let me have my own humor column...she must have seen my lackluster interview of the girls' P.E. teacher. I'm one of those people who is often terribly shy, but who covers up feelings of low self-confidence with humor. To be sent to interview a cranky teacher was to me a bit like being sent to my execution or finding myself at school in my underwear. I hovered outside the P.E. teacher's office for a half hour before she came out and demanded who I was and what I wanted. Good times.
I enjoyed writing my column...although sometimes I would use it to tease someone like my younger brother, sophomores, or the boys who sat on the floor in the hall and called me "Betty Lu" when I walked by. I once called them the "Jocks, with heads full of rocks, who sit in the hall, wearing shoes but no socks." Lack of socks was some kind of senior boy fashion statement. Looking back on some of my columns I can see that today my humor might be considered "politically incorrect" or insensitive. I've learned over the years that humor can be hurtful at times. No one likes to be the butt of one's jokes. So I am still learning.
My First Forkaster Column
I later chose the name "Shirley's World" after a Shirley MacLaine TV show.
The world of technology was in a whole different place, when I was in school. We used adding machines and slide rules in our classes. The Forkaster was typed on a typewriter and printed by mimeograph. Mistakes on the master meant that a page would have to be typed again. My typing skills were so poor, I was not allowed any where near a typewriter...unlike Rosalind Russell in "My Girl Friday." And I have no idea how they put photos into the pages. I drew a lot of silly little cartoons to illustrate some of the articles and even designed a couple of ads for local businesses
Right here, right now, I am creating a blog post. We can sit down at our computers and be publishers and reporters with the push (or click) of a button. We don't have to work for a news organization to be reporters these days...we can be bloggers. My "bucket list" included working for a real newspaper...preferably my hometown paper, The American Fork Citizen. By the time I actually worked there, the paper had a Highland edition. I tried being a reporter and covering school activities and city council meetings...but it wasn't long before shyness got the better of me and I was again lobbying for my own column. I was able to do both...reporting and the column...for a couple of years until it was time to do something else on the list. I can't say that being a blogger was on my "bucket list," but if I knew then what I know now...it sure would be. I'll end this post with one of my favorite columns. By this time I was also using my writing to tease George...I called him Waldo...lol!
Valentines Day Column...
George loved my articles...he got a kick out of being "Waldo."
That's the way it was when I was your age!
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Welcome to Lakeside Storage!
One sunny Saturday, we got our vintage kicks...but not on Route 66! On the west side of Provo, Utah...not too far from the Boat Harbor...is a storage business called Lakeside Storage. The owner has a deep and abiding love affair with the automobile...specifically the art of the gas station. Since we weren't customers of the business, we asked at the office for permission to walk in and take a look around. So much vintage happiness! It made me want to pack up the car and hit the road...find another piece of Route 66 to explore! That, my friends, is what summertime is all about!
Road Art Gallery!
I love the re-purposed Phillips 66 sign!
Every corner was filled with color...I could hardly believe the variety!
All the old pumps just happened to have glass tops in perfect condition.
I think the collector was able to find reproductions from a restoration specialist.
My favorite...Superman's phone booth!
The glass was too little hazy from recent rains to get a clear picture of the Man of Steel.
I'm itchin' to travel somewhere...
PS...A few Vintage Vacation graphics to get you in the mood...
Friday, June 12, 2015
A Home Where the Buffalo Roam...
It rained practically every day in May, so we were so happy to have a sunny Saturday near the end of the month. One of the reasons that I enjoy writing my blog so much, is that it gives us an excuse to go exploring close to home, whether it be in the old mining towns or a visit to the largest island on the Great Salt Lake. Antelope Island State Park is very unique. Prehistoric people inhabited the island more than 6,000 years ago. Explorers Kit Carson and John C. Fremont made the first known Anglo exploration of Antelope Island and named it after the herds of pronghorn antelope they observed grazing on the grassy range lands.
Map of the Island...
You won't need a boat or a ferry to get to the island. There is a two-lane road built on a causeway that takes you to the north end of the island. The water is fairly shallow in that part of the lake. In fact, the water level is very low right now. We are in the midst of a drought...tell that to the rainy month of May! Antelope Island is 15 miles long and 4.5 miles across at it's widest point. Frary Peak is the highest point on the island and is 6,596 feet above sea level. The island is the perfect place to camp, cycle, hike or explore on horseback. We went for the wildlife.
This road enables visitors to drive to the island.
An Eligible Bachelor...
The males hang out together in separate herds.
We saw only a couple of antelope (230) on our visit, but the most popular residents of the island are it's 500 to 700 buffalo or bison. Mule deer (500) and California big horn sheep (120) are also to be found there, along with predators such as coyotes, bobcats, badgers and birds of prey. Large populations of small mammals such as jack rabbits, cottontails, pocket gophers and kangaroo rats provide prey. For such a small island, the animals were very good at keeping out of sight on our visit. People report sightings of the various animals at the Visitor's Center...a chart there can tell you where you might catch a glimpse.
There is plenty of water to support the wildlife with 40 major freshwater springs, most of which are on the eastern side of the island. The Fielding Garr Ranch has a spring which helps to account for the green wooded area around the ranch buildings.
Cows and Calves...and their Uncles.
Over 700 bison call the island home.
Most of the bison calves are born in April and May, so we were lucky to see the babies playing alongside their grazing mothers. The older bulls who no longer breed stay with the cows and calves. The mature males range together in "bachelor" herds. A bison round-up is held annually to control the size of the herd. They are weighed and vaccinated and checked for pregnancy. Excess animals are sold, then the rest are released.
Chukars are one of the many species of birds.
Handsome Gopher Snake.
None of the Island's snakes are venomous.
Fielding Garr Ranch
Fielding Garr established the first permanent residence on the island in 1848, which...according to the brochure...is Utah's oldest Anglo-built structure still standing on it's existing foundation. The ranch complex consists of an adobe house, bunk house, spring house, sheep shearing barn, blacksmith shop and corrals. The home and bunk houses are still furnished with family possessions. I liked how the kitchen was stuck in the 1950s with a dinette table and other vintage accessories. It wasn't like a museum display, but a house that still appeared to be inhabited. It reminded me of the homes on Heritage Street in the Clark County Museum in Las Vegas. It was an odd combination of pioneer life and suburbia, where a vintage tricycle sits next to an old wagon wheel. It has a comfortable "go ahead and touch" kind of feeling. Under the trees are picnic tables, which makes it a lovely shady place to have a picnic lunch.
Fielding Garr Ranch House
The rooms are still furnished with family possessions.
Bunk House...steps lead down to root cellar.
Bunk House sleeps four.
Sheep Camp Wagon.
I've always wanted to look inside one...would love to see it restored.
The ranch looks like they simply parked their truck and tractor and just walked away.
Miscellaneous Images of the Ranch
Swimming in the Great Salt Lake...
The Great Salt Lake.
When I was young I always wanted to go swimming in the Great Salt Lake. I couldn't swim then...and I can't swim now. But it was said you couldn't drown...you would only bob on the surface like a cork. There were several resorts on the shores of the lake, but they were mostly abandoned by the time I came along. Saltair was the most famous. It was known as the Coney Island of the West. Old post cards show a hustling bustling resort that I wish I could have seen. A version of the Saltair Pavilion still exists...used mostly for rock concerts and other events. My mother talked about going swimming when she was a girl at a place called Black Rock Beach. That, too, is gone.
Great Salt Lake is the largest natural lake west of the Mississippi River. It is a remnant of pre-historic Lake Bonneville, which covered more than 20,000 square miles during the Ice Age. My town of Highland, sits on one of the lake's old shorelines. The lake is very salty due to the fact that it has no outlet; water leaves only by evaporation...high concentrations of salt and other minerals are left behind. The salinity is too high to support fish...brine shrimp, brine flies and algae thrive in the lake and are the primary food sources for millions of migrating birds.
How salty is the Great Salt Lake?
Salinity levels vary depending upon which part of the lake you're on. Farmington Bay is 5%, the South Arm is 8-15%, and the North Arm is 28%. The differences are due to fresh water flowing into the southern part of the lake and not being able to flow freely into the North Arm due to the railroad causeway. I used to believe that Utah was just like Israel. Great Salt Lake was the Dead Sea, while Utah Lake was the Sea of Galilee. We also have the River Jordan which flows from Utah Lake into our Dead Sea. I'm sure my devout scripture-reading pioneer ancestors thought of that before I did...lol!
On the northwest end of Antelope Island are some very nice sandy beaches, with picnic areas and outdoor showers. There is even a cafe called The Buffalo Grill if you are in mood for a burger...either beef or bison. I've had a Buffalo Burger before and it was pretty tasty...not gamy at all.
Hope you enjoyed this Utah Vintage Vacation!
Before you go...I scanned some of my Great Salt Lake postcards to share with you.
Saturday, May 23, 2015
Home Sweet Home by Mary Engelbreit.
Mary Engelbreit has drawn so many sweet little cottages. Each one seems to beckon, saying "Come home! Sit a spell." I want to walk up the path and open the front door of this dear little house. What nooks and crannies will I find to explore? My Grandma Patta's house was filled with nooks and crannies...and those nooks and crannies contained boxes filled with unknown wonders. Grandma would "let" me help her sort through those boxes. So many little treasures found their way home with me. That house was dear to my heart because my grandparents were there and they loved me! I visit them often in my dreams. Home is more than a sweet embroidered sentiment on a pillow...home is where our families are and where our stories begin. This blog post will probably not be of interest to anyone but members of my family...but that's okay. This will be a record of all the places this family has called home.
First Home as a baby...Alpine, Utah
April 7, 1955
We lived upstairs.
April 7, 1955
We lived upstairs.
100 East American Fork, Utah
Lived Upstairs here as a toddler.
We also lived in a brick duplex on West Main...demolished to build Target.
Lived here Kindergarten through Second Grade
280 North 300 West American Fork, Utah
Third Grade to Junior High.
There was no porch or carport at that time.
Lived in upstairs part of the house.
352 Washington Avenue American Fork, Utah
Junior High until Marriage in 1975
We own this home now...it's been completely remodeled.
175 North 500 East Spanish Fork, Utah.
George lived here from 1955 to 1971 when he moved to American Fork, Utah
The home was pink when he lived there.
670 East 300 North American Fork, Utah
George moved here in 1971 when his mother married Joseph Ovard.
Our Hatfield Family Homes...
Our First Home!
About 50 South 400 East American Fork
About 1978 the trailer was replaced with a house.
1977 El Paso Apartment on the west side of town.
It was near a Piggly Wiggly...which I thought was hilarious!
Moved here when George was stationed at Fort Bliss as an Army 2nd Lieutenant.
11 Helgolandstrasse 5 Delmenhorst, Germany
We lived on the top floor.
American housing on Haupt Strasse.
Our apartment was on the ground floor, far left.
Cielo Vista Apartments in El Paso, Texas.
1101 Avalon Drive #C
Lived there in 1981 while our house was being built.
That's me holding Geoff with Missy and Amber nearby.
10708 Georgetown, El Paso, Texas.
Located on the west side of town...near Transmountain Road.
Our first brand-new house. We didn't live there very long.
Amber's school was right across the street...Omar Bradley Elementary.
10161 North 5890 West Highland, Utah
It's only a few blocks from here, but too lazy to drive by.
Stole picture off Google Street View...lol!
Our Dream House
George built it pretty much by himself.
9802 North 5740 West Highland Utah
Just across the old canal from our old neighborhood.
1996 to Present
This was our yard in the 90's
Our Home Away From Home.
Condo, Big Horn at Black Mountain in Henderson, Nevada.
We have owned it for 6 years...and still can't get people to stop parking in our space.
Our Home May 23, 2015
Be it ever so humble...