Grandpa Joe Bush

I was finally able to talk to Uncle Glen (Glen Linnebach) today about Grandpa Joe Bush (Arthur Phillip Linnebach - my Grandpa).  My question to him was "where did the name "Joe Bush" come from?  You will laugh at the answer.

But, before I spill the beans, let me tell you a little about his early life.  Arthur Phillip Linnebach was born on 3 April 1900 in Karlsruhe, Germany.  He was the oldest child and only son of George Adam Linnebach and Anna Katharina Kirschenlohr.  He had seven younger sisters.  When Art was about six months old his parents joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  This was during a time in Church history when converts in foreign lands were encouraged to join the saints in the Rocky Mountains.  And this is what the Linnebach Family did.  George, his wife, one son and three daughters left for America in 1907, not speaking a word of English.  They arrived at Ellis Island in New York Harbor on 20 April 1907.  Arthur had just turned seven.  The family was almost sent back to Germany since one of the youngest daughters was sick.  However, the inspectors let them through and they set off for Salt Lake City.  When they arrived they settled in an area with other German converts.  They all set about to learn English.

Growing up in Salt Lake City was not easy for Art, especially his early teenage years.  With the outbreak of World War I in 1914 there was, even in Salt Lake City, and anti-German sentiment.  Art was bullied and teased.  Around the time of his 21st birthday, he left Utah for the warmer and wilder climes of Southern California.  In 1922 he met and married a woman by the name of Ione Crawford.  Having little to no money between them, the young couple moved in with her father who lived on Stepney Place in Inglewood.  The house still exists today.  Their first son, Phil was born there in 1923.  Several years later, they moved back to Salt Lake City and had another son, Laurie.  At this point in her young life, Ione was not cut out for motherhood and abandoned her family.  Phil and Laurie were then raised by Grandpa and Grandma Linnebach.

A few years later, Art met and fell in love with Frances Ethel Jolley (Grandma Ethel).  They were married 1 November 1928.  Their first son, Glen was born the next year, followed by their first daughter, Lois in 1930.  Grandma Ethel once told me a story about Art when they were dating.  She said he never washed his socks....when he needed a clean pair he would throw the dirty pair in the back of the closet and go and buy a new pair.

During his teenage years Art was never active in the church, even though his parents were.  It was said that George Adam Linnebach deducted the tithing from his workers' paychecks and gave it to the bishop.  (He also did the masonry work on the "This is the Place" Monument).  During those teenage years Art picked up two nasty habits, drinking and smoking.  I fear that his drinking may have resulted in the physical abuse of his children.  I know that it resulted and a charge of vehicular manslaughter being filed against him (he was later pardoned.)   His smoking, ultimately, led to his premature death from lunge cancer at the age of 69 even though he had stopped smoking a year earlier.  During his early 30's he worked out at the Kennecott Copper Mine west of Salt Lake City.  He carpooled with his drinking buddies their and back every day.  It was also during this time that he developed a love for fishing.  One of his favorite places to fish was at Fish Lake in northern Utah.  And, this is where the name "Joe Bush" came from.  Art knew the lake well, especially where to catch the largest rainbow trout.  The best place was at Joe Bush Point.  He would catch so many fish there that his drinking buddies from Kennecott who frequently went fishing with him, nicknamed his Joe Bush.  Somehow, that name stuck and when grandkids started to come into the picture, he wasn't Grandpa Art.  Oh no, he was Grandpa Joe Bush.

More on the Linnebachs in future weeks.  Here are a few pictures of Grandpa Joe Bush.



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Shortly after immagrating to America. . . Art is in lower right corner



Art (lower left) Glen, Diane, Lois, Carol



Loved Palominos



About 1920





Arthur Phillip Linnebach - age 50...Grandpa Joe Bush




 

In the Eternities

Right after Mom (Judy Crocket) and I divorced in 1990, Grandpa (Charles Cash Rampton, Jr.) asked me a question for which I did not have an immediate answer.  His question was:  "Who will David, Travis and Kevin be sealed to in the eternities....will they be sealed to their mother or father?"  The matter had been weighing heavily on him so much so that it would cause him to sit up all night in his rocking chair.   I told him I would ponder the matter and get back to him.  There was nothing dealing with the matter in the scriptures.  There was nothing in any of the conference reports that I had access to.  And, since I still has my copy of the Church's General Handbook of Instructions from when I was Bishop, I checked in there.  Nothing.  (I think I was suppose to have turned that in when I was released.  Oops.)  I pondered and prayed for several weeks and then the answer came.  And then I prayed about the answer as it says in D&C 9:8-9.  I had that burning feeling, a feeling of sweet confidence that I had the right answer.  I went and told Grandpa and he seemed greatly relieved and has been a source of comfort to him ever since in light of the fact that two of his other sons divorced.  Want to know the answer?  Here it is:

In the hereafter we are not sealed to our father or our mother.  Rather, we are sealed to both by being born under the covenant or receiving that ordinance in the temple.  This is the great keystone of temple work.  All the other vicarious ordinances performed in the temple, with the exception of Celestial Marriage, lead up the that single and sometimes final ordinance.  That ordinance is the link in the chain of the family of mankind.  This is what the Prophet Elijah was referring to (all the blessings of the temple) when he said if this did not happen all the world would be wasted.  This is what Family History is all about, to see that one generation of a family is linked to the next.  Before the Millennium is over every soul who has lived on the earth will be linked from beginning to end by this sealing ordinance.  And when the last links have been complete, then, as the Prophet Joseph Smith stated, "...the Great Jehovah shall say the work is done."   Hallelujah!! 

Let me be clear (isn't that what President Obama says all the time), I am not saying that children are not sealed to their parents.  They are and divorce has no impact on that.  Children of divorced parents are not resealed to their father and step-mother who may be married in the temple.  The same with a mother and a step-father.  That initial blessing of being Born in the Covenant will always be in effect.

In church we sing the song "Families Can Be Together Forever."  I remember when that song first came out.  That was one of David's repertoire of Primary songs.  He may not remember this, but I clearly do......him standing in front of the fireplace at my Aunt Janet's house in Salt Lake City for over an hour and singing with all his might all the songs he knew to my Grandma Blanche (Blanche Ruby Worthen)  just a few months before she died.  "Families Can Be Together Forever" was one of those songs along with "A Dog Named Jack."  David was five at the time and I'm sure if we asked him what his concept of being together forever as a family was, he would say it was being with his Mommy and Daddy.  A few years later, his understanding would mature to include his brothers, Travis (who he pushed off the slide) and Kevin.  This is the same understanding that Travis and Kevin also had in their early years.  But as Travis returned from his mission and married Lindsay, his understanding of an Eternal Family matured even further to include his wife.  And when Jude was born that understanding of Eternal Families increased even more.  Since Travis and Lindsay were married in the temple, Jude was thus Born Under the Covenant.  That link between her and Travis and Lindsay will never be broken, no matter what.  The same is true for Kevin and Melissa.

In the hereafter we do not know all of the details of what life will be like in the Celestial Kingdom and its three degrees.  Will I live next door to Kevin and Melissa or will they ultimately have their own worlds galaxies, universes or dimensions away.  Since we have been promised that we can be together if faithful,  then there must be a pretty sophisticated method of travel and communication.  And certainly, there will be communion with faithful step-parents.  Details have yet to be revealed.

In summary, Grandpa was relieved that he was not going to be cut off from any of his grandchildren in the hereafter due to divorce.  Children are not sealed to either a father or a mother.  They will always be sealed to both despite the status of the parents.  Even though a temple marriage sealing can be undone in this life, being born under the covenant where the child is sealed to both parents can never be undone.  Take it to the bank!!!

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Here are a few more pictures of Grandma (Lois Fae Linnebach)

Neighborhood babysitter



1955 in front of house on 15th East in Salt Lake City.  I'm 3 and Richard, who Grandma is holding is not yet 1





1957 phot taken by the Deseret News announcing the Ramptons were moving to California.  Grandma made the vests.



September 11th

Happy Birthday, Travis.  Hard to believe you were 16 when the terrorists attacked.  Do you remember where you were that day?  Does anyone else remember where they were?  If so, leave a comment.  I had just arrived at the Raytheon Training Facility in Long Beach for Six Sigma training and had not had my radio on at all that morning.  Needless to say, I was shocked as we all saw the news on a computer screen.  Our class was canceled and I drove back to El Segundo.  There was a line of cars backed up on El Segundo Blvd from the Nash Street entrance past Douglas.  Cars were being searched and IDs checked.  That was the first time that had ever happened.  Before, we just drove into the parking lot.  Ten years later, the ID checks are still going on.  One good thing about it:  the number of stolen cars from the parking lot now is practically nil.  Before, it was several a week.

This week I am going to include some pictures of Grandma (Lois Fae Linnebach) I scanned before I went to Morro Bay.  She was quite the "fashionista."



Sleeveless !! 





Lois, Grandma Ethel, Aunt Diane, Aunt Maureen, Aunt Gwenie (check out the car) photo taken about 1950



 


photo taken about 1950 - check out the white gloves




High School Senior Picture - 1947/48




Photo taken while in High School - she made the suit




Ready for the runway




Lois and Aunt Gwenie




Lois and Aunt Diane




Lois and Aunt Maureen




More pictures to come next week.

Your History.......from a Parent's Perspective

Earlier this week, while reading a history about Grandma (Lois Fae Linnebach) written by her mother, Grandma Ethel (Ethel Frances Jolley) I had an epiphany.  It made perfect sense to me and I don't know why I had never thought of it before nor had I heard anyone else speak of it.  Grandma (Lois Fae Linnebach) had written a short bio of herself at one time which we in the family are fortunate to have.  However, most of it deals with her life after age 20.  That's where the history written by Grandma Ethel comes in, which had she not written, we would have missed out on so much of Grandma's early life.  Did you know she made her own clothes from Junior High on?  Did you know she took candy from strangers or that she was born at home?  We would not have known any of this and more had Grandma Ethel not written "My Daughter Lois."  This got me thinking.  How much of my first 5 or 6 years do I know about?  How much do my sons know about their first 5 or 6 years.  Some good stuff happened during that time to them that they probably don't remember, and if they do, it's only because someone told them:  David singing for Grandma Blanche, Travis getting lost at the Los Angeles Zoo or Kevin getting blood all over the back seat of my 1980 Datsun 200SX (with sunroof and custom horn.)

Conclusion:  I believe parents should write a history of each child from the perspective of that parent:

• Actual Birth...did your mother want to kill your father during labor
• First words, firt steps, first discipline
• Favorite foods and vice versa
• First friends
• Etc.

Assignment:  ask each your parents to write a history of your early life.  Don't delay.  The day may come when they can't.

Here is the history that Grandma Ethel wrote about Grandma.  I will attach some cool photos of Grandma at the end in some of the clothes she made herself.  Tres chic!!!!!!!

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MY DAUGHTER LOIS

by Ethel Linnebach

It was July 24, 1930 and Art had planned to take me and our 15 month o1d little boy, Glen, just up one of the canyons so he could fish.  He loved to fish and it didn't cost anything but the gas and we always had such a good time.

This morning I felt the pain as I was expecting our second child and woke him at 6:00 a.m. and said I guess we can't go fishing today as this is the day we have been waiting for.  Grandma Linnebach had sent me to her doctor.  His name was Dr. John Sharp.  We ca1led him and the wonderful nurse and friend I had had with my first baby.  Her name was Allie Smith.  She was trained to go the homes until the doctor was called in.  I wasn't

afraid this time because I had Allie and I knew what I had to do.  So at 2:00 in the afternoon we had a 7 lb. beautiful baby gir1.  I loved the name of Lois and my beauty operator I had, before I was married, and I liked very much the name Fae and that is where I got the name Fae.

Well, Grandma and Grandpa Linnebach came for dinner on a Fast Sunday, and Grandpa blessed her and gave her her name, he had a hard tine with modern names if they weren't right out of the bible. In those days the doctors came to the house to deliver babies and only charged $35.00. Even that was hard to pay because it was right in the depression and there was not a job to be had. It was very hard for Art as he had been a contractor when we were married.  Grandpa and Art had built our house a year before and let us move in.  Art had brought the plans from California.  We were very lucky to have a roof over our head as some of our friends even camped in the canyons in summer because they had no money for rent.  I made all my baby clothes and they were cute with laces and ribbons.  A man came to the door one day and I let him take her picture in our big chair.  It was the only picture until we were fishing at Fish Lake and she was in a dish pan in front of our tent taking her bath.  I took a few pictures from then on with a small camera I had.

When we lived on 9th East and rented there Glen was born.  I was unhappy because I didn't know anyone and I didn't have enough to do.  So one morning Art said we are going down to Emery and get your litt1e sister Ruby.  We had discussed having her come to live with us and had asked my Brother Evan and Thelma, his wife, if she could and they agreed.  She was 11 years old.  We came home through Manti and I was able to find my mother's old Singer machine at my uncle's place so we brought it home and then I was happy because I had my little sister and I could sew, which I loved to do.

Lois was a good natured baby and easy to raise, but by the time she was 15 months old, I had another little baby girl (Carol Ann).  The first sick spell and scare Lois gave us was when she was two years old.  We had been to Liberty Park to a Linnebach party and had come home, it was very hot.  We had two vacant lots east of our house where Art planted a big garden.  He was out in the garden and Lois was walking up the sidewalk to her dad and I was looking for her.  I called her and she didn't respond when I called so I ran to her and she was out on her feet.  We rushed in the house with her, she had a convulsion.  We had her in the basement cooling her down and a neighbor had me put her in a tepid bath and then I had to run to the neighbors to use her phone to get a doctor.  He was a child specialist and came and I don't remember what we did for her only that I remember he ordered a nurse to stay at our house for a week and take care of her.  It was a terrible scare, she was fine after that.  Next time we had a scare she was in the second grade at Woodrow Wilson School. The school nurse had us take her to a doctor and she had a murmur in her heart.  He had me have her take naps every afternoon for a whole year.  She grew out of it.  But then we had to have her and Glen's tonsils out at the same time.  I took them to County Hospital and both got along alright.  On our street and close by there were several girls she played with and were friends with until they graduated from high school.  There names were Bonnie Manwill, Jane Bebout, Joyce Mines, Ora Lee Lemon and Beverly Eby.  Lois remembers only having one birthday party on our lawn and, of course, there was the cake, ice cream and homemade root beer.  I had her hair cut in a cute little wind blown hair style and that was the only time I remember her having short hair. She always wore it long.

When she was in the fourth grade she got athletes foot from wearing Keds, so she couldn't wear them anymore.  She mostly more saddle oxfords.  One day all the girls were at the Manwill's house and Carol had tagged along, because there wasn't one girl her age on our block.  Somehow they chased her home and she ran into the backend of a car driven by a nice young boy who stopped and took us to the hospital.  She had a big gash on top of her hairline.  She has the scar to this day.  The carnival used to come and set up not far from our house on State Street.  Well, we usually took the children to them but his time Lois wanted to take her money and with here girlfriends.  When we arrived she had gambled it all throwing dimes into dishes.  She was a very reliable little girl and I guess I took advantage of her.  We left her with the children, Maureen was the baby, while we went to Allie Curtis' place to a party.  When we returned home Lois was crying along with the baby who had the earache.  I felt bad.  So daddy blew smoke in her ear and I but warm cotton and oil in and everything was alright.

She tended children for many people.  One was our neighbor Cleo Gosdis who had three or four boys.  She loved Lois and they were good friends to her and our family.  She needed a bicycle so she could get to far away places to baby-sit.  So she earned the $14.00 to buy her first used bike.

She had a candy man who walked past our house nearly everyday and he thought she was a cute little girl and we knew he was alright so we let her take candy from him.  She also had a favorite uncle, Aunt Louise's husband, Uncle Al.  He loved her and thought she was perfect.  He always made a fuss over her.  She looks a lot like Louise now and even her sunny disposition.  Art had to make money where he could so he bought a big brooder and raised beautiful fryers which we sold once a week.  She was in her teens now and she had to come home and help clean the water troughs and pick chickens on the weekends.  She hated it and would cry.  It didn't seem to bother the other children.  She went to Granite Junior High and Granite High School where she matured into a beautiful girl.

She was a wonderful seamstress and made all her own clothes, even in Junior High. When she was in High School she bought fashion patterns and made beautiful dresses and suits.  She attended the University of Utah a few semesters and took dressmaking.

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Lois is second from the left.  Next to her are Aunt Leah and Aunt Melba (Grandma Blache's sisters).  Check ou the cars.



Lois is the second from the right on the bottom row (in a two-piece...shocking). Bonny Manwill is next to her on the end.

If Only - Autobiography of Charles Cash Rampton, Jr. Part 3

"If only."  Two words, when combined are among the most tragic in the English language.  If only I had graduated from high school.  If only I had stayed in better shape.  If only the Lakers didn't lose to the Mavericks.  If only.............  This is the last part of the Autobiography of Charles Cash Rampton, Jr.  And yet, it is largely unfinished.  It ends before he graduated from high school.  It ends before he went on his mission to Eastern Canada.  It ends before he married Grandma.  It ends before any of his employment history.  It ends before.................  I think you get the picture.  At the end of his typed history he hand wrote a list of other things he had intended to write about, but never got around to (or, if he did, I cannot find them.)   Wouldn't we all like to know about his family parties or the time he got kicked out of Primany (all items on his list.)

That, now, is all water under the bridge, having run its course into the sands of eternity.  Maybe in the hereafter he can finish writing what he started.  I, for one, will be one of the first in line to get a copy.

Last thought.........Let us all shun "if only" like the plague.   Start your own personal history.  Start it now or as soon as you can.  It's a great Sunday activity.  Update it frequently.  Who knows, you might need it to get past the angels that guard the gate to Eternal Life.  I'm working on mine!!

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In the summer of 1943 I got a job at the cafeteria on Fort Douglas.  Dad was a

manager all the Walker Bank branch at Fort Douglas.  I can't remember but it must have been him that got me the job along with several of my friends.  We washed dishes and cleaned up at the end of the day.  We were left alone to do the final cleanup and to mop up of the floor.  When the shift was over we always fixed ourselves a large ice cream sundae, a very large one.  No one ever said anything to us about it so we did this on most afternoons.  That was a good job

and helped the war effort.  The next summer I worked at Fort Douglas again in the warehouse.  This was the summer of 1944.  The man I worked with had a 1937 Ford with a dual exhaust muffler system.  He would let me drive it on the base since I was not 16 and could not drive on the city streets.  I really liked the sound all the duel exhaust system with the fiberglass-packed mufflers.  I think I drove around in low gear to hear the muffler roar.  One part of the job that I didn't get anymore was" free" Sundays.

I worked in the summer of 1945 with the United States Geological Survey. We worked around the Huntington, Utah area.  My job was to chop the brush and tree limbs down so that the transit operator could see.  I got blisters on my hands that finally turned into calluses.  I learned how to use an axe and sharpen and take care of it and how to live in the outdoors.  We lived away from home for two or three weeks at a time in the field and some remote areas.  I learned how to use a transit and chain to survey.  We walked over some ground that hadn't been walked on by any other human being.  Once you got the use of a transit you got more money.  At one time we were camping in the canyon near Huntington, Utah.  There was a nice stream in the bottom of the canyon.  It was a good place for us to camp and put up our tents.  In the canyon there were a lot of coal mines. We had heard that some of the coal mine operators were cheating the federal

government.  We were sent there to determine the exact location of the mine entrances and to estimate the amount of coal taken from the mines.  In the daytime there was also in the canyon a crew of workers who were improving the road which carried the trucks to from the mines.  One of the survey crew boys brought a 22 rifle with him on this trip.  Since I was an "expert" with a 22 rifle, I got to shoot it a lot.  At first we shot at tree limbs, than then at rocks, then at small animals and then we got bored.  As we were hiking around the camp we came to a very large rock by the side of the road.  It was obvious that the bulldozer had been trying to move it.  As we looked under the rock, we saw a strange looking box.  When we pulled it out from under the rock, we discovered it was a box filled with dynamite sticks.  We couldn't pass it up so we

took some sticks of dynamite back to camp.  We broke some sticks of dynamite in two and set them by some other large locks.  We then shot at them with the 22 rifle.  They exploded with a large bang when we hit them.  When we had used the sticks we took, we went back for more.  Then we started setting up full sticks of dynamite and shooting at them from a greater distance.  This didn't do seem to disturb anyone in the canyon except our boss.  He made us take the box back with the remaining sticks in it and put it back under the rock. We did it with some

grumbling. The next day we went to work in the canyon. When we came back to camp that night, the cook told us that a big caterpillar tractor had tried to move a large rock near our camp and the rock exploded with so such force that it pushed the bulldozer off the road.  No one knew how that could have happened. We were glad to leave that area soon thereafter.  Evidently the cat operator moved the rock and it crushed the box of dynamite which contained some caps and the whole box or whatever was left of it exploded. We always felt that we did the cat driver a favor by using some of the dynamite before he set off.  That was my last and only experience with a 22 rifle and dynamite.

In the summer of 1946 I again worked for the United States Geological Survey.  This year we spent more time near the Dugway Proving Grounds in Utah. We lived in some abandoned Army barracks.  This was heaven when compared to camping out.  Also it kept most of the snakes away from our sleeping bags.  At night in the distance we could see the flickering lights of the Dugway Camp.  After receiving special approval from the base commander, we got to go there several times to see movie and get treats.  Who would ever have thought that a trip to Dugway would prove to be so exciting.  We were surveying the desert around that section of the state.  It was very barren and dry country.  The section posts or markers were made by placing metal posts in the ground and putting rocks around the marker to make it more visible.  As we would come upon the section markers, we always approached with care because this was a favorite place for rattlesnakes to rest.  We always wore high-top boots and took a shovel as we approached the pile of rocks.  We would throw small rocks to arouse the snakes if there were any in the pile near the marker. After we had located where the snakes were, we would move in with the shovel and cut off their heads.  It was nothing to kill 8 to 10 snakes a day. Some of the crew collected the rattles and took them home.  It was a treasure to find a big one.  When we got back to camp that night, the first thing we did was to check our sleeping bags to see if

there were any snakes in them.  One of our crew who wore very thick glasses forgot to check is sleeping bag one night and put his foot in his sleeping bag to feel a snake wiggling around in the bottom.  It was a very frightening experience for him.  He was lucky it was not a rattler.  Some evenings we would get the government truck which was like a pickup truck and go hunting jackrabbits.  You could see their eyes in the lights of the truck and you could try to shoot them.  We got very good with the use of the 22 rifle.  I once made a lucky shot in camp by shooting at jackrabbits on the move at more than 70 yards.  I was known after that as a sharp shooter.  When we went to pick up the rabbit to use for stew he was filled with ticks and no good for eating.

I had met Lois before leaving for this summer job and looked forward to the few letters she wrote.  After two summers with the United States Geological Survey, I felt l was a seasoned surveyor, camper, hunter, and outdoorsman.  Even my stomach got toughened up as we ate half- spoiled food when we were not able to get any fresh food.  We just cut the mildew off and swallowed it.  You could always tell the food was bad or when it was getting toward the end of the week as the cook would always put a lot of spices in it.  Our boss did not like making

extra trips to town.  It was a long drive most of the time over rough roads.  We discovered an old ghost town on the edge of the desert with no people in it just before it was time to come home.  I have often wondered what happened there.  These two summers were great experiences, but I don't think I would do it again, all except for meeting Lois, the love of my life.

During the summers of 1947 and 48, I worked for the Utah State Road Commission on the construction of Interstate 80 between the state line and Echo Junction near Coalville, Utah.  The mainline of the Union Pacific Railroad ran next to the road construction.  The first summer I worked in a shack right next to the railroad tracks.  The other summer I worked in an office in Coalville.  I traveled each day to Coalville up Parley's Canyon and back. This was before the lower part of I 80 in Parley's Canyon was complete.  It was a challenging drive each day.  I felt that each evening I was returning to Shangri-la and that beautiful valley as I emerged from the canyon.  I worked for an engineer named Valandingham.  The contractors dropped off many gifts for him.  He said he did not know who sent him the gifts and he would have to turn the gifts over to his office at the state capitol.  One of my jobs was to figure cuts and fills over right-of-ways using a hand cranked calculator.  This determined how much the dirt hauling contractors got paid.  Also, if a change was made, the amount of dirt hauled determined the cost of the change.  One time we had a large earth slide which caused large amounts of earth to be moved.  I had to estimate how much this would cost to fix. I did it in record time with a hand calculator.  My boss was very pleased, as I had to go into the field and get the measurements besides making the calculations. The location of the shack in which I worked was very close to location in the canyon where early day settlers stopped Johnson's army from coming into the Salt Lake Valley.  There was one major concrete bridge constructed on the right-of-way in this section.  It was completed first. As the dirt was moved there were several areas with springs that needed to be drained and filled.  All of this was fun for me.  It is fun for me to drive over this section of highway now and know that I had something to do with its construction.  As a side note, there are several train tunnels in that section of highway.  When the Union Pacific Railroad bought new larger turbine engines they would barely fit through the tunnels.  As they went through the turbines would flameout and stop.  There was not enough air in the tunnels to feed the turbine engines and they would stop. The Railroad had to make modifications to allow them to use these new turbine engines on this route.  While surveying the highway location we would stop for a break on the top of a hill overlooking the old highway and watch the cars go by with passengers in all states dress or undress.



Items Grandpa intened to write about, but did not get around to





Charles and Lois at the wedding reciption in Aug 1951 at the Institute Building at the University of Utah




Back Row:  Grandma Ethel, Grandpa Joe Bush, Grandma Blanche, Grandpa Russ, Henry Cameron, Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt Janet, Marion Morse?, Aunt Diane, Aunt Carol, Aunt Beverly.   Front row:  Aunt Maureen, Aunt Gwenie