Archive for November, 2007

Artist’s home and studio for sale in Spring City

Friday, November 16th, 2007

House1 View from the north west.

This is the home we have lived in for the past 29 years. It was built in 1909 by Moroni Brough. Shortly after we purchased the house we expanded it to the east using salvaged brick, stone and wood from a similar house being demolished a few miles away. The addition was designed by Allen Roberts of Cooper and Roberts and constructed by Craig Paulsen of Paulsen Construction. The house is listed on the National Register of Historic Places and is part of the Spring City Historic District. It has been featured for years on Spring City’s annual Heritage Day Historic Home Tour. The house is situated on a 1.06 acre lot that also features a log granary from 1880, a log artist’s studio from the same time period, a chicken coop, small fiberglass green house, a fenced yard, a horse barn and a steel corral. This lot also features a prime garden plot with soil that has been organically built for the past three decades and a number of fruit trees.
This house has four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a half bath with a new laundry, a new 98% efficient gas furnace in a study room, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen with an attched root cellar, many closets and a playroom.
Now that our three daughters have grown and moved away we are looking to down size our home. We will be moving just three blocks away to a bigger lot where we plan to move and restore a 1880’s log house that will be much smaller and more to our needs now that we are just two most of the time.
west View from the west.
southeast view View from the south east.
North east view.View from the north east.
Master BedroomThe master bedroom features an outside door, a private bathroom and a flue for a woodbuning stove.
Painting studio
This 1880’s log cabin sits east of the house and has served as a painting studio since it was moved here from the Strate Family farm west of Sping City in the early 1990’s.

barn
Lee had this horse barn built last year. It sits on the north fence of the lot.

Veteran’s Day

Tuesday, November 13th, 2007

“If you value your freedom thank a vet.” I don’t know who said that or when I first heard it. I grew up with it. This pairing of violence with liberty and freedom. It is in the hymns I sang as a child in school and church, back when those lines were still blurred in Mormon Utah. I grew up on stories of revolution by force starting at Lexington and Concord. Liberating strife………
Ute_indians2_year_1878.jpg Here in the mountains of Zion my ancestors fought with the “remmenant of Jacob” to protect their homes and farms from cattle thieving Utes. My great grand father was honored as a veteran of that strife. The treaty that ended the Black Hawk War is still reenacted sometimes around here. There is a statue in the town of Manti just west of the LDS temple there depicting the Ute chief Walkara beside a pioneer man and woman gesturing toward the temple. It tells the stoy of Walker, as he became known, inviting the Mormons to come and share the area with his people. He had no concept of fences and Euro-American settlement. Very quickly he could see that the influx of wagons full of farmers was going to obliterate his people’s way of life. As the game began to dissapear the Utes began to eat Mormon beef and that is where this liberating strife began. It ended when the Utes were relocated to a reservation in eastern Utah.
So I called my friend Jim who served in Viet Nam in the Marine Corps and thanked him and to wish him a happy Veteran’s Day. I missed out on the war. I was in Canada responding to a call from my church to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ to First Nation people there on Iriquois and Ojibaway reserves.
Now I spend my Fridays volunteering at the local state prison helping descendants of the Utes my ancestor fought pray and sing to their god in the traditional Ute way. Life is often circular like that.

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I also thought about the death of Alyssa Peterson, a non commissioned officer in Iraq who killed herself after being ordered to torture detainees. Her case received a lot of attention a year or so ago. I wrote a blog about it then but it was eaten by cyber-gremlins.
The news reported that one in four vets are homeless today. In Utah on any given day there are 530 veterans living on the street. If you value your freedom, thank one of them.

On the Roid Again

Tuesday, November 13th, 2007

Years ago when we were all younger I bought an old (1953) GMC flat bet with my friend Bruce Burnham. The truck was used to haul firewood, coal, lodgepole pine, firebrick and whatever else needed to be moved. The old boy did some serious duty in his time. The Roid (short for Hemroid) was the baddest ride in Sanpete County all through the eighties and early nineties. On a trip from Salt Lake hauling fire brick for my wood kiln in ht early nineties he lost a wheel and the program ground to a halt. The rear dual wheel went one way and I and the Roid went on down the road flattening one side of the brake drum. I towed the Roid home and it has been parked here ever since. Kent.jpgA few years ago, after considerable searching at junk yards, I got a new brake drum to replace the one messed up in the fire brick incident so I could move the truck into my lot to keep the city from citing me for having it parked in their right of way.

Saturday morning I drained the old gas out of it, put new fuel in the tank and dropped a new 6 volt battery in the truck. The old Roid fired right up and purred like a cat. I was delighted and relieved as I had arranged for Zina to bring a crew of her college buddies down to help us move the logs for our future home to our new lot. We purchased the logs (a disassembled 1880’s house ) from Scott Anderson and Kent Perkins. Kent dropped by to see how the project was going. I think the He and Scott are glad that we will be re-habing the old house and living in it.

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To Be Welsh

Sunday, November 11th, 2007

“To be born in Wales, not with a silver spoon in your mouth, but, with music in your blood and with poetry in your soul, is a privilege indeed.” Brian Harris

This pretty amazing. My only question is why do they follow Paul’s performance with Steven Tyler?

The Old Man

Tuesday, November 6th, 2007

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My father, Owen Bennion, lives in rural Missouri where he walks every morning on the roads near his home. He is 85 and underwent bypass surgery over ten years ago. He is careful about what he eats and gets out every day to walk.

Following his example (and not wanting to follow him into surgery) I go out every morning and walk with my dogs. Dixon always goes and Mr booh sometimes. We start out at 6am and walk by starlight, watching as the grey darkness gives way to colors and light. It is a great time think and be alone. Sometimes Lee come along but not much. She is usually saving herself for a ride with her horses.

I like to think of myself as following my dad’s path in this life. He has done a lot of good and little harm to anyone. He is surely the source of my desire to have faith. He taught me that.

This morning as Dixon and I walked in the darkness I called him on the cell phone and visited while mom was getting breakfast on for him. They are happy together. I count myself lucky to still have them around.