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Friday, July 31, 2015

A GENEALOGIST

  YES I AM 

  AN AVID

 FAMILY 

HISTORY BUFF

PERHAPS EVEN 

ADDICTED

 I LOOK FOR THE DEAD 
AND AT TIMES EVEN FIND SOME LIVE ONES.

    I have been interested in family history for A LOT of years. I even remember when Family History and Genealogy were two different things---At least in people's minds. I have to blame this terrible all consuming malady--at least partially-- on one of my older relatives who got me interested. She is long gone now, but perhaps still helping me???
   I recall the "good old days" when I would spend all day or at least an evening at the old Store in Salt Lake, that had been converted into the "Genealogy Library." I also recall that after doing all the "pick & shovel" work for all one day, or two or three, I might find one person who I was related to. Oh what a difference a few decades and A COMPUTER has made. Perhaps I still spend all day, or perhaps more, but now I do it in the comfort of my home propped in front of my computer and almost always find more than one person each session.  That is I am home unless I am out looking at a cemetery, or visiting a relative or checking the "obits" in a newspaper somewhere.













   I love the old pictures of people and places. I love history in general but pictures and places seem to turn my mind loose to imagine and speculate on what was going on at the time the picture was taken. The two pictures above are great pictures but if you do not know who they are and where they were taken they really are not interesting. When you know one is of me and my wife and one is my Mother and Father they become more interesting---- but if you know a little about their lives, they become even more interesting. So I guess that is a big part of Family History.

Several Years ago I received an E-Mail from a person I had never met. He told me he had seen my name on an Internet Site and asked if I was still working on the Baldwin Line of Genealogy. After I told him that indeed I was, he asked me if I would like a 1850 Bible that had several generations of Baldwin and Tibbals births, dates and deaths recorded in it. In a week or so I did receive it in a "frozen Pizza Box". There were over 100 names recorded that were in my line. CO-INCIDENCE? I think not!

Here is the end product of my Wife's and my work for several years. It is a personal copy of our life histories. We were able to get it done so each of our children could have a copy, before we forgot what has went on in our lives up to that point!

A GENEALOGIST
I am a Genealogist
   Who looks for the dead.
And sometimes even a live person
   Pokes in his head.
I look in cemeteries, books and such
   Sometimes I find something
   And somethimes not much.
I awake some nights, when I think I hear
   "Come and find me, I am right here."
I sit here and turn pages
   And ponder and pray.
Will I find anyones name today?
    Of course you will my mind seems to say.
So it is 2:00 AM and I cannot sleep.
   I turn on my computer and it goes beep-beep.
I start looking for facts as I start to yawn.
   I hope I find something, before mornings dawn.
Now that I have become a little OLD
   I have lots of time, but my memory has dimmed.
I keep on looking as I have been told
   So the list of unknown's will be trimmed.

Well enough of this---However if there is anyone out there in Cyber-Space who is related to the Baldwin's that came from England and settled in Connecticut in the 1600's and then spread all over the USA I sure would like to see if our lines connect!

W.R. Baldwin Aug 2015   









Saturday, July 25, 2015

HIGHWAY 89



                                                          HIGHWAY 89

In my day, which of course was MANY YEARS ago the ultimate Road Trip was to take Route 66. There was a lot of press about it and also a popular song about it. I did travel a little of it in Northern Arizona but never really got the pleasure of doing any large part of it. Route 66 has now been mostly integrated with many other roads, and of course because of that it has lost the intrigue it used to have.

What I did not realize at the time was we had our own famous Highway that went right through the whole State of Utah. It actually went from the border of Canada to the border of Mexico. Highway 89 is probably one of the most scenic Highways in the United States, and probably has the most diversified scenery. It is sad to say, but I guess we call it progress and growth, but a lot of Highway 89 has also been integrated into the Freeway system. However there is enough left of it and a LARGE variety of things to see and do, that still makes it “A place to see.” It starts at the Montana/Canada border and goes south to the Arizona/Mexico border.

One place I have stopped at for years for a meal is Mom’s CafĂ© in Salina. When I was a salesman traveling in Southern Utah I always tried to be there for either Breakfast or lunch. My two favorite things were to have a Scone (very large and yummy tasting) or a French Dip sandwich. Occasionally I got off track and ordered something else, but very rarely. And I always came back to my two favorites.

As I traveled for many years I developed a curiosity or a likeing for architecture in the old homes in southern Utah. One strange thinbg was the MANY houses that had what was called a door to no where. I was a door on the second floor of the house and it opened up into "Just Space." There was no porch, no landing on the ourside. Just a door that actually went Nowhere. There were a lot of stories about them and the stories were all different. I still am not sure what they were used for.

One year, when I was younger, I was going to try and follow it from Montana, at least through the State of Arizona. However I never did make it. I have traveled a lot of it in Montana, Utah and Arizona and just the parts I have seen are spectacular to a history "buff" like me

                                                             FAIRVIEW lAKE

Like Route 66 we also had a song about it. Actually the song became popular long before the location near Marysville, Utah did. The story goes, that the someone put a sign by the highway as a joke and it stuck. The geological mountains with their colors, and what a lot of people call the “stinking” Lemonade Spring has been called THE BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN ever since. I remember that Burl Ives was the one who made the song popular in my day, although it was written long before my time. It is a Resort now with River Rafting, Zip line Rides, ATV rentals and a Biking trail. It really is a place that you should stop and see.

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                    HIGHWAY 89
Highway 89-Utah is a traveler’s dream.
Any scenery you want is there to be seen.
There are mountains so majestic they touch the sky.
So slow down a little, do not just pass them by.

In fact as you drive that famous Highway
You should plan each stop, to each last a day.
There are deserts and mountains and coral sand dunes to see,
Ghost Towns, Scenic Byways and common people like me.

There are trails all around to ride your ATV,
With beautiful views for your family to see.
Food is bountiful, either Gourmet or a snack.
I look at the beauty around, while eating my meal in a sack.

There are lakes of blue, where you can fish or boat.
If you catch a BIG ONE, people expect you to gloat.
You can fish in a river, a pond or lake that you like
Then return to “home base” for a ride on your trail bike.

Slow down when you drive, don’t be in a hurry.
Get on I-15 if you feel you must scurry.
Don’t speed up the canyons, or rush lunch in the park.
But find a place to sleep before it gets dark.

The tourists in a hurry to get to Las Vegas it seems
Travel I-15 and can’t remember what they have seen.
So some wise man on the east side of the mountain, did say,
Let’s call “89” “Heritage Highway” and let’s start today.

On “89” you will not a skyscraper see-- but you speeders beware!
They want you to see museums, and in Art Gallery’s you’ll stare.
They want you to see the heritage, Historic Sites and such.
They even have a Columbian Mammoth, but do not touch.  

As I traveled “89”, many years ago—now I see.
I discovered what to me was a great mystery.
Houses with a second floor door I would see.
I was told they were for Angels or for polygamy?

“Heritage Highway” is still there in its glory.
 If you are a tourist and travel it you will not be sorry
Schedule a lot of time, because there is much to do,
And when you head for home, you will say I am not through.

A Highway “89” Blog could go on forever it seems
So in addition to my Blog—here is a list for your dreams.
All are connected to Old Highway “89”
And many others are not listed—I don’t have the time.

NOTEABLE PLACES—
The Grand Canyon
Cedar Breaks
Zion National Park
Bryce National Park
Bear Lake
Jackson, Wyoming
Teton National Park
Yellowstone National Park
Glacier National Park

There are many small lakes and ponds just a few miles off of Highway “89”
Most close to Fairview, Utah.
Gooseberry Res.
Cleveland Res.
Boulder Res.
Electric Lake
Fairview Lakes
Schofield Res.
Benches Pond
Joe’s Valley Res.
Millers Flat

Well just typing this has brought back a lot of great memories for me.
I hope some of you who follow my Blog’s will enjoy it also.

W.R. Baldwin
July 2015

Thursday, July 23, 2015

SLANG WORDS 2015-??

          TODAY'S SLANG WORDS--2015 - ??

The first part of July I did a Blog on SLANG WORDS 1940-1950. Some of the younger people, mostly in our family thought they should get equal time. (Of course the younger people in our family could be everyone except me.)

I am sure there a lot more than these but as I have been listening and watrching for a couple of weeks these are the ones I picked up on.

SUP or WASSUP------------------A greeting like (Hi) or Whats Up?
HEY                                             An answer I get a lot of times when someone answers the phone.
COOL                                          OK or Good or relax.
HOT                                             Attractive
MY BAD                                      I made a mistake.
"K"                                                means okay.
WHAT'S THE HASHTAG          I can't find it without a Hashtag #.
"FAM"                                   Wouldn't it be just as easy to say Family?
CHILL                                          Calm down or Just lay around.
BAD                                             Good or Awesome 
       Then there is MY 2015 Slang word--------HUH         I seem to answer every comment with this.
       ---Then there is of course proper speach.---
"THE RAIN IN SPAIN STAYS MAINLY IN THE PLAIN "My Fair Lady."

There are a lot more of these that are just letters that I have no idea what they mean?
ROLF-- BFO -- LOL-- NYPA
Don't ask me-- I do not know???

WR Baldwin
23 July 2015

Friday, July 17, 2015

BLOGS

BLOGS

I wonder if this is what my Blogs will look like when I am gone and my kids find them?







                        BLOG
I was told today, “blogs" are things of the past.”
Of course the person knew, “the fad would not last!”
I did not know what to do when I started my blog
But my mind kept on turning like the wheels of a cog.

He said people he knows gave up after a while.
When I asked him why, He gave me That Smile,
People are not interested. After while they become boring.
It got so when he did his, he would end up snoring.

After we finished our talk I walked away with a smile.
With 83 years of experience, I could write for a while.
Then a thought came to me, “He must not write for himself.”
I put my thoughts on paper, perhaps to sit on a shelf.

Later I thought I don’t just blog for me”
It is perfectly fine for others to see.
My family enjoys the thoughts from my past
So I will keep on blogging as long as I last?

I guess a blog can be anything you want it to be.
I thought in the beginning, mine would be genealogy.
However as memories in my mind started to wander,
On many other things, thoughts I started to render.

So my blog is for my family and others to see.
If a Psychologist should look in, he might wonder about me?
I blog about the old days and that’s what I do best
And I am often surprised how often I rest.

So if blogs are “not cool” or as my friend says “passĂ©,”
And I don’t have to worry about doing one every day,
I’ll just keep on blogging and just reminisce,
Before many of my memories, just go amiss.

W.R. Baldwin

17 July 2015








Wednesday, July 15, 2015

CARL'S WISDOM

CARL'S WISDOM


CARL SAYS, "A secret is
 no longer a secret if more
 than ONE person knows
about it!"

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

The Ice Cream Truck

           THE ICE CREAM TRUCK














I stopped at a stop sign and looked in the mirror
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a little Van/Truck with music and signs.
And of course Ice Cream came to my mind.

I don’t know the name of the song that was playing,
But I do know that it seems to be saying,
“It is hot outside, and here is your dream.”
“I am here to serve you a little Ice Cream.”

Ice Cream trucks did not exist, where I grew up,
Where kids run the streets and played with a pup.
After I married, and moved to the city,
There were Ice Cream trucks Playing their little ditty.

I let this one go past me and I followed behind.
He drove to a park and there kids he did find.
The kids they came running, with money in hand,
Jumping and shouting, for the best treat in the land.

The kids were just leaving and the driver was done.
I walked to the truck and said,” I will have one.”
What the heck, I have nothing to fear.
So what if it does put pounds on my rear?

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Slang Words 1940-50













 SLANG WORDS 1940-1950                                                                                    I was having a conversation with a grandson recently and we got to talking about some of the words they use on the telephone and texting and how frustrating it was to an OLD GUY like me. Especially since some of them were not words at all, but just a bunch of letters. You know the ones-LOL, ROLF, BRB & BTW? Well I guess there are a lot of them but those four are the only ones I know.
Later on I got to thinking about it and when we were teen’s in the 40’ and 50’s we also had some “teen talk” so I sat and listed the ones I could remember. I got a kick out of some as they come to mind. Here is the list I came up with and I am sure a lot of you out the will remember most of them. By the way the picture is of three Hiawatha guys in the 1940- 1950 era-Jerry Allred, Wally Baldwin & Don Reaveley, .

Whats Cookin--—What are you doing or where are you going.
Ace--- Instead of using a guy’s name you just said “OK Ace”
Reek--- You smell funny.
Pegged Pants---- Pants you had tapered so at the ankle they would just barely go in.
Get on the stick.----- Hurry up.
Lay rubber--- Squeal Tires
Kook--- A different person
Hit the sack----Go to bed
Go Ape---Get excited or lose control
That’s Lame---Stupid comment
Up the creek--- In a bad situation
Suicide Knob---Knob on a steering wheel. Jerry Allred and I ordered a lot of them.
Let’s Split---Leave a place
He bought the farm--- He died
BABE--- A girl
DANG-IT---- A Mormon swear word
Flip Out or Freak Out---Loose control of your emotions
Hot Shot----Someone who think they are more important than others
Spiffy--- Neat dressing person
Big Wheel--- Same as Hot-Shot
Church Key--- A bottle or can opener.
Dragging Main---Driving back & forth on the same street for hours.
Get Crackin---- Get Moving or Hurry up.
OH Scrud-----When something goes wrong.

          I notice some of these have passed the test of time and they are still being used today. Imagine that?

Wally

12 July 2015

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Carl's Conversation

I had a real intelligent conversatiion
yesterday. I talked to MYSELF for about
an hour and a half trying to figure
out a problem on a genealogy program. I finally got it!
Carl says I used a few expletives but I do not
recall that I did Ha Ha?

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Tribute To Farragut

Tribute to Farragut   Written 1966
                                          By Wallace Baldwin
There is a place in the wilds of Idaho
Called Farragut State Park.
One morning peaceful and empty,
Held 4000 boys by dark.

By train, plane, bus and car,
They came from near. They came from far.
From the wilds of Canada came some to stay,
And many from the good old USA.

The troops of 40 were very proud,
To pitch their tents under sky and cloud.
The staff was ready and willing to go.
The boys were willing to provide the show.

The showers were more than some could take,
When they got out they would shiver and shake.
They woke up in the morning and like a bad dream,
Would run to be first at the latrine.

The leaders would shave in the water cold,
To show the boys that they were bold.
“Mean Mouth” would holler and “Big Bear” scold,
And tell the boys the water was not COLD.

“Bridger” would tell the boys not to touch
His hairy face ot they would be in dutch.
“Money Bags” had a following profound,
But he always had money to go around.

The ice cold showers could have been drastic,
But the faithful leaders danced the light fantastic.
The boys would holler and scream and shout,
Some didn’t like it, but none dared pout.

The food was fantastic, for a Boy Scout camp.
The ground was hard, but never damp.
The marching feet of the sailors of old,
Were marched by the boys who were not so old.

The trading was done, at least so they say,
By the boys from Canada and the USA.
If Beret’s were the only thing Canadians had,
The trading American’s would have been taken bad.

As the trucks and buses left at last
The encampment activity a thing of the past,
The boys looked forward to home so dear,
But all talked about a return next year.

We your leaders think your great,
Even after the food you cooked—We ate.
Clean up you disliked, and some fingers were cut,
But we will all remember Old Farragut.


I wrote this in Jul/Aug 1966 at, what I think, was the first U.S.- Canadian, Boy Scout encampment. I passed out a copy to all the boys and it became known as the ”Tribute to Farragut”. The names of the leaders, of course do not mean anything to you, unless you were there. The leadership for our troop of 40 was- Bill Mendenhall, Ken McFarland, Larry Ballard and Wally Baldwin (Me.)

Friday, July 3, 2015

TREK

                                  TREK
                     

   BEFORE LEAVING                                 BACK HOME
   I know he took at least one change of clothes with him but it sure looks like he still has the ones on when he came home that he had on when he left? I am sure that is not just a coincidence.
   Yes, it is true that it is difficult to explain TREK to someone who is not from Utah. Even in Utah there are some people who raise an eyebrow when you try to explain TREK to them.
   For example consider this situation, which may happen several times where ever there is as LDS congregation. You are out to lunch with a friend, a customer, or an acquaintance and you casually mention that you need to stop on the way home and pick up a few things because you are going on a TREK next week.
   So they look at you and say,”Oh, you mean like a Jeep safari to one of those beautiful Utah Red Rock canyons?” And you of course have to answer, “No, I am taking a bunch of young Men and women from our Church, and we are going to walk 38 miles in 3 ½ days pulling hand-carts with all of earthly possessions in them.”
   They kind of look at you but do not say anything for a few minutes. Then he says, “About this TREK thing, you are just kidding me, right”? Then you realize the moment has come that you have to rationally explain TREK.
   I have a Grandson who just got back from TREK a few days ago so I thought I could try and explain it very easily.  --- “NOT SO.”
   At this point let us just say you did explain it to your friend but as you did a lot of things come to mind that you had not thought of before.
   Well when I started thinking about them (I being an amateur blogger) I decided to do a blog about TREK, even though I have never been on one and I am sure I will never go on one.
   Since I am 83 years old I felt I need some help from the point of view of some younger people. I picked P.J. as my cohort in this adventure. A lot of input in this blog comes from him, but I also talked to some other young people about some of it.
   So, if so many people go on TREK each year it must have a purpose and it must be a good purpose. In my opinion, for a young man or woman to even consider a TREK experience there must be spirituality involved to incite them to want to go. For example P.J. did not make up his mind until the last minute. I asked him when he really made up his mind and he told me “on the bus as it was pulling out of the parking lot.” Now that may be an exaggeration and maybe not?
   So what is the purpose?
   So why would anyone, especially vibrant, busy young people, want to go pull a Hand-Cart, over hill and dale, sleep in the dirt, never shower, wear “weird clothes (buy the way they all serve a purpose), get sunburned, tired, and heaven forbid—not use an electronic gadget for four days of their busy lives?
           

FIRST- It is a very family orientated experience. The large group of people on a TREK, are assigned to be in a family group, perhaps with people they do not even know. However when TREK is over they are as close as any family There will be a MA and PA and several children. P.J.’s MA and PA even came and visited him when he got home and TREK was over.
NEXT – Each member of the group are asked to walk in Memory of a real Mormon Pioneer. In this there also may be a family connection. P.J. chose Levi Savage as his pioneer. (Wiki)—Levi Savage Jr. is a prominent figure in the history of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He was one of the earliest LDS missionaries to Asia, and was one of the leaders of the “Willie Handcart” Company.
ALSO – Then as a family group, during the whole trip, you find yourself helping each other, being kind to each other and you find yourself actually enjoying each other’s company. You also have family prayer together and also group prayers. This reminds me of a talk given by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf when he said. “when one wagon gets stuck in the mud, God is much more likely to assist the man who gets out to push than the man who merely raises his voice in prayer—no matter how eloquent the oration.”
   I imagine that everyone who reads this Blog will have at least heard of an LDS Youth TREK or perhaps been on one.
   The experience is obviously different for different people. Some enjoy it and have a great time and wish they could go back. Some do not enjoy it and wish they had never come. However P.J. loved it and said he hopes he can work it out to go again if he has not gone on a mission, when four years rolls around. (You can only go on TREK once every four years so he will be cutting it close.)
  After listening to the youth I talked to, I would love to go myself but I guess the only way I could ever do it would be vicariously like the pioneers whose name they carried with them.
   There are a few other things about these youth TREK’S that make it considerably easier than the real pioneer ones. A lot of things are done for them in advance to make it a lot more enjoyable.
   ONE- They do not have to cook their own food and the food that is prepared is actually “Gourmet” according to P.J.. Just think for a minute about the cooks and the logistics of preparing three meals a day for 400/450 people. It is almost a miracle that each TREK seems to always come up with a magnificent cook.
   TWO- Even though they hauled their tents, ground cloths, sleeping bags, five gallon buckets of “Necessities” or “essentials” in the Hand Carts, the toilets and large drums of water, cooking utensils and other bulky things were loaded up after camp was broken in the morning and was waiting for them in the afternoon and the next camp spot.
   THREE – There was a medical truck (for emergencies), that was used mostly for cuts, bruises, blisters, minor scrapes, bunions and sunburns. With the temperature 96 to 100 every day I am sure there were plenty of sunburns.
   After only one day I think all of them realized that the weird clothes all served a purpose. The wide brimmed hats and bonnets were obvious. It would soon be realized that the wide dresses and skirts for the girls helped keep away the ticks, and being wide made them much easier to walk in. Then of course I am sure there was a LOT of sunscreen.
   So at what point do we realize what the purpose of TREK really is? Does it take one day on the trail, or two days, or perhaps we really do not know until we get home and think about it for a few days.
   I imagine it would be a spiritual experience if each person is walking in the name of an original pioneer. I am pretty sure that the small talk with each other and with their new MA and PA had to give them some new perspectives.
   There are other purposes also and one of them has to be physical accomplishment. “I can do hard things.”
   Another thing would be mental toughness, and I am sure that varies for each person. Feelings might be all the way from, “I wish I had stayed home” to “I am so glad I went. I learned so many new things about myself. I also met new friends and I hope I can go again.”
   How did the TREK families compare to the families at home? The comments seem to cover a whole range of situations. Some got really close to their new Ma & Pa and some said they hardly ever talked to them. I suppose that is just like at home in many cases.
   I was interested in the interactions of the people on TREK so I talked to P.J. about some of the specific things I wondered about.
   WB-Were you more willing to help other people on TREK than at home?
    PJ – Yes I was willing to help but for the most part most people were quite self sufficient.
   WB –Did you know Ma & Pa before the TREK?
   PJ – No but they were great on TREK. I did know their daughter from Seminary.
   WB – Did your thoughts about the girls strengths, and stick to it attitude, change on TREK.
   PJ –   Not really I think most of them were good before—maybe more spiritual on TREK.
   WB – Were family prayers different on TREK than they are at home.
   PJ  -- We do family prayer at home, but there was a different feeling on TREK than at home.
   
                                      

   
While they were on the TREK they got a good start in the morning with a bugle call of Revelry, the same thing that has awakened soldiers, sailors, boy scouts, and yes even hand-cart TREKERS for years.
   The majority of people I talked to agreed on at least one thing. The final Testimony Meeting or devotional was awesome.  Some comments were: There was a spirit there that was hard to explain--- I have never heard so many sincere testimonies, especially from the Youth of the Church--- Tears were flowing from the majority of the people there --- I wish I could keep that feeling I had.
   Both adults and youth say it was one of the most spiritual feelings I have ever had.
   Well while our TREKERS were gone I thought the first thing they would want when they got home was a shower and food. Well I was right on one—the shower. If they all went home at the same time it is a modern day miracle that the South Jordan sewer/water lines did not plug up? Of course the reason they did not want food is because they ate gourmet food all while they were gone. As I said a hot shower was 1st place, a soft bed was next and a lot “wanted” a soda.
   It was strange to me that they did not mention any electronic gadgets as something they missed the most.
   So to wind up this Blog, it was hard for me to imagine the amount of organization it must have taken to put it together. It is hard to even think about the food needed and the miracle gourmet cooks they had to cook the food. Someone had to arrange for the hand-carts, some tents, toilets, buses, and all the other, what we like to call, background work that has to be done.
   It is also hard to imagine the youth would take off four days to hike and pull a hand-cart across a high mountain plain, without showering, while getting blisters and sunburn on any part of their body that was not covered up. I am sure the second day some woke up to muscles that they did not know they had.
   Then maybe the most amazing thing is that at the end they told everyone they had a terrific time and would like to do it again.
   I hope that everyone in the background, the support people, and especially the MA’s and PA’s who were on the front lines every day found it was well worth it.
   God bless them for their effort. I know P.J. says he had one of the most spiritual and fun times of his young life.

W.R Baldwin
3 July 2015