There are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain,
But when youth, the dream, depart,
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.
We are stronger, and age better,
Under mandhood's stern reign;
Still we feel that something sweet
Followed youth, wiht flying feet;
And will never come again.
Something beautiful is vanished,
and we seek for it in vain;
We behold it every where,
On the earth, and in the air,
But it never comes again.
A Fellow I once knew said why worry about the futher (? not future), every one gets along some have (?) (or every one else unreadable in you
When we are young, we have the energy & courage to sung (?) forward, striving to reach our goal in the world. Now is the time to build a strong foundation for your hope & your dreams. Then as you grow your life can be filled with the joys of living rather becoming one continual struggle to put bread in your mouth and clothes on your back.
How many people today are standing still victims of circumstance.
Napolion Hill, in his book think and grow rich gives to (sic) main reasons for failing. Indecision and procrastination. He goes on to say that if you set out for a goal & are willing to sacrifice to attain that goal, you can accomplish anything for life is just what you (unreadable) make it.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Untitled, handwritten, not dated
This page seems to have been torn from a notebook and possibly fits into a journal. It is unfinished as I have it.
Perhaps I should start out with about the time my brother Harry passed away. We worked together & were very close.
Our business was pretty slow & Harry went to help Art (another brother) for a couple weeks. The scaffold gave way on day when he was working on the house & he broke his ankle. His ankle swelled so bad they couldn’t set it right away. He was laid up for about six months & I’m sure the loss of income was rough on him & also his family. Finally they took the cast off, but the pain was still there. He started back to work for me, but you could tell the pain was almost more than he could bear (sic). About a couple of weeks after he started to work, he had a stroke while waiting in like at a wedding reception. He continued to have additional strokes & the 2nd nite(sic) he passed away.
It has been a long time since my Dad passed away & Harry passing really hit me hard. At this same time I had been holding open house on a new home across from the one I finished to move into for a year & one half without any results & I felt things couldn’t get much worse. With the persuading of some of the members in our ward & I think. . .
Perhaps I should start out with about the time my brother Harry passed away. We worked together & were very close.
Our business was pretty slow & Harry went to help Art (another brother) for a couple weeks. The scaffold gave way on day when he was working on the house & he broke his ankle. His ankle swelled so bad they couldn’t set it right away. He was laid up for about six months & I’m sure the loss of income was rough on him & also his family. Finally they took the cast off, but the pain was still there. He started back to work for me, but you could tell the pain was almost more than he could bear (sic). About a couple of weeks after he started to work, he had a stroke while waiting in like at a wedding reception. He continued to have additional strokes & the 2nd nite(sic) he passed away.
It has been a long time since my Dad passed away & Harry passing really hit me hard. At this same time I had been holding open house on a new home across from the one I finished to move into for a year & one half without any results & I felt things couldn’t get much worse. With the persuading of some of the members in our ward & I think. . .
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
The Epression of Words - typed, not dated
It is interesting to note the many different ways people in different parts of the United States express themselves.
When I was twelve years old I moved with my family to a little town in Southern Utah called "Alton." The people in Alton seemed to speak a language of their own. For example they would say, "look fer far it is," to indicate distance. This was my first experience with local peculiarities of speech. Rather than trying to accustom myself to the many new forms of expression, I tryed (sic) to point out to some of the younger boys the error in their speech. This young group of boys paid little heed to me, and they were soon making fun of the way I spoke. I was to (sic) young to have learned of the old expression, "When in Rome do as the Romans do," but this little experience taught me to respect the many different ways the English Language is used.
I discovered as I grew older the English language may be used as a guild to follow rather than an iron rule of correct usage. Some of the most interesting speakers I have listened to mispronouce or express words differently to make their speech more effective, thus drawing the interest of the entire group to the speakers train of thought.
The English language is merely a composite group of words to be used by some disgracefully, by others beautifully. The poet puts into a group of words joy or dispair. (sic) He expresses the inner most thoughts of the poor man struggling for an existence. He expresses the desires and ambitions of a young man who goes forth to conquer his share of the world. He puts enchantment in the moon, mystery in the night, and longing in the wind.
There is little doubt as to the importance of the English language in forming the foundation of our very existance.(sic) It seems a shame that all people were not gifted to use this language eloquently to express their thoughts.
When I was twelve years old I moved with my family to a little town in Southern Utah called "Alton." The people in Alton seemed to speak a language of their own. For example they would say, "look fer far it is," to indicate distance. This was my first experience with local peculiarities of speech. Rather than trying to accustom myself to the many new forms of expression, I tryed (sic) to point out to some of the younger boys the error in their speech. This young group of boys paid little heed to me, and they were soon making fun of the way I spoke. I was to (sic) young to have learned of the old expression, "When in Rome do as the Romans do," but this little experience taught me to respect the many different ways the English Language is used.
I discovered as I grew older the English language may be used as a guild to follow rather than an iron rule of correct usage. Some of the most interesting speakers I have listened to mispronouce or express words differently to make their speech more effective, thus drawing the interest of the entire group to the speakers train of thought.
The English language is merely a composite group of words to be used by some disgracefully, by others beautifully. The poet puts into a group of words joy or dispair. (sic) He expresses the inner most thoughts of the poor man struggling for an existence. He expresses the desires and ambitions of a young man who goes forth to conquer his share of the world. He puts enchantment in the moon, mystery in the night, and longing in the wind.
There is little doubt as to the importance of the English language in forming the foundation of our very existance.(sic) It seems a shame that all people were not gifted to use this language eloquently to express their thoughts.
Have You Ever Been Served - handwritten, not dated
How many times have you stopped to pick up someone going to the (annex?) or to town. This is a very good deed on your part, but have ever thought of the consequences if you shoudl have an accident.
Cars are thought of as a means of transportation of a medium for pleasure, and yet they can be one of the deadliest weapons used to day (sic) in the hands of a careless or wreckless (sic) driver.
Not long ago some people I know took a trip to Southern Utah and invited a fried of theirs along. It was about dusk, as as they rounded a turn in the road a car speeding in the opposite direction smashed into them. Luckily no one was killed.
A few weeks after the accident these people received a summons to appear in court. You don't have to use your imagination to guess who this was from. Yes, it was this friend. He did win a judgement from quite a few thousand dollars.
You can't stop irresponsible people from driving a car any more than you can stop an unavoidable accident.
This doesn't mean you have to quit driving your car, or stop giving your friends a ride, but it does mean if you want to protect yourself against law suits, you may take a good deal of your life savings. If when a car trys' (sic) to crowd you off the road you don't want to go through the agony of the condemned. Insure your car against public libility (sic), property damage and collision. The few dollars in cost is well worth the relief it gives you to know that someone else is carrying the responsibility.
Cars are thought of as a means of transportation of a medium for pleasure, and yet they can be one of the deadliest weapons used to day (sic) in the hands of a careless or wreckless (sic) driver.
Not long ago some people I know took a trip to Southern Utah and invited a fried of theirs along. It was about dusk, as as they rounded a turn in the road a car speeding in the opposite direction smashed into them. Luckily no one was killed.
A few weeks after the accident these people received a summons to appear in court. You don't have to use your imagination to guess who this was from. Yes, it was this friend. He did win a judgement from quite a few thousand dollars.
You can't stop irresponsible people from driving a car any more than you can stop an unavoidable accident.
This doesn't mean you have to quit driving your car, or stop giving your friends a ride, but it does mean if you want to protect yourself against law suits, you may take a good deal of your life savings. If when a car trys' (sic) to crowd you off the road you don't want to go through the agony of the condemned. Insure your car against public libility (sic), property damage and collision. The few dollars in cost is well worth the relief it gives you to know that someone else is carrying the responsibility.
Traffic - handwritten, not dated
Have you ever been in a hurry and tryed to find a parking place in down town Salt Lake. You will more than likely end up blocks away with no time to make that long walk to your destination.
They have have set up a few 12 minute parking meters, but these are mostly ticket catchers, and become rather expensive.
It seems the Chamber of Commerce have had a few ideas, all the way from underground parking to blocking off some streets and double parking down the center.
These changes cost money and that's one thing the State of Utah won't stand for, is spending money to alleviate traffic conditions for the poor tax payers.
During the rush at 5:00 o'clock they set up no left hand turns signs, causing you to travel miles out of your way before you can break out of the congested traffic.
I don't know what could be done to help this situation without spending some money. The last report put Utah surplus at over one million dollars. Maybe they need more, but some of that money would go along way in building a over head or under ground parking area.
They have have set up a few 12 minute parking meters, but these are mostly ticket catchers, and become rather expensive.
It seems the Chamber of Commerce have had a few ideas, all the way from underground parking to blocking off some streets and double parking down the center.
These changes cost money and that's one thing the State of Utah won't stand for, is spending money to alleviate traffic conditions for the poor tax payers.
During the rush at 5:00 o'clock they set up no left hand turns signs, causing you to travel miles out of your way before you can break out of the congested traffic.
I don't know what could be done to help this situation without spending some money. The last report put Utah surplus at over one million dollars. Maybe they need more, but some of that money would go along way in building a over head or under ground parking area.
War Memories - typed, 1950, written for Freshman English II
August 10, 1944, a group of radio operators, including myself, arrived
by plane at the airfield in Calcutta, Indai. We left La Guardia
Airfild, New York City, August 5, and flew to Casablanca, Cairo and then
Calcutta. We rested a few days at Calcutta and then proceeded east
three hundred miles to Mohanbari Airfield. Mohanbari Airfield was once
part of the dense jungle of the upper Assam Valley. The screaming of wild animals at night would remind one of the constant danger that lurked near by.
The purpose of this airfield was to transport troups (sic) and supplies by air from India over the Himalya (sic) Mountains into China. I was briefed on flight conditions and given the radio code book which had the call letters of all the radio towers and airfields on our route to China.
The weather was our worst enemy. On the ground the heat and rain became unbearable. In the air, flying through heavy storms made radio contact almost impossible. Ice forming on the wings of the airplane would add dangerous pounds to the already over loaded plane.
It was during a heavy rainstorm that lighting hit our plane and knocked out one of the engines; the second engine caught fire a few minutes later, and the piolet gave the order to abandon ship. The crew consisted of the pilot, co-pilot, flight engineer and myself. I was the second one to leave the plane, and a feeling of doom came over me as I tumbled out inot the dark void below. I seemed to lose consciousness as I pulled the "rip cord" on my parachute. The next thing I knew I was floating through space; a few minutes later I felt branches of trees striking my body and then a thud: "thank the Lord!" I was not hurt. The pilot and flight engineer landed near by. We build a fire and waited until daylight to look for the co-pilot. It seemed as though hundreds of eyes were watching us during the night; the first rays of dawn were indeed a welcome sight. We salvaged what we could from our jungle kits, and then we began our search for the co-pilot. A few hours later we found him lying prostrate on the ground. "Articulate speech was beyond his power; it was impossible to know if he were sensible to anything but pain. The expression of his face was an appeal; his eyes were full of prayer. For what?. . . For what, indeed? For that which we accord to even the meanest creature without sense to demand it, denying it only to the wretched of our own race: for the blesses release, the rite of uttermost compassion, the coup de grace."1
The storm must have ripped a hole in the co-pilot's parachute and sent him crashing to the ground. We did what we could for him during his few remaining hours, and then set out in the direction we thought to be the Burma Road. Four days later we stumbled up a road construction camp and were later taken to our base in India.
Footnote: The Assam Valley in India lies at the foot of the Himalaya Mountains, and it was used during World War II by the United Sates with the consent of England, to lauch (sic) the Chinese offence.(sic)
1. Ambrose Bierce, "Coup De Grace," Modern Minds, (New York 1949), p. 521
Bibliography
Bierce, Ambrose, "Coup De Grace," Modern Minds, Ed Howard Mumfor Jones, et al, 1949, D.C. Heath and Company, p 521
Written by Edward Jager 1950
Freshman English II
The purpose of this airfield was to transport troups (sic) and supplies by air from India over the Himalya (sic) Mountains into China. I was briefed on flight conditions and given the radio code book which had the call letters of all the radio towers and airfields on our route to China.
The weather was our worst enemy. On the ground the heat and rain became unbearable. In the air, flying through heavy storms made radio contact almost impossible. Ice forming on the wings of the airplane would add dangerous pounds to the already over loaded plane.
It was during a heavy rainstorm that lighting hit our plane and knocked out one of the engines; the second engine caught fire a few minutes later, and the piolet gave the order to abandon ship. The crew consisted of the pilot, co-pilot, flight engineer and myself. I was the second one to leave the plane, and a feeling of doom came over me as I tumbled out inot the dark void below. I seemed to lose consciousness as I pulled the "rip cord" on my parachute. The next thing I knew I was floating through space; a few minutes later I felt branches of trees striking my body and then a thud: "thank the Lord!" I was not hurt. The pilot and flight engineer landed near by. We build a fire and waited until daylight to look for the co-pilot. It seemed as though hundreds of eyes were watching us during the night; the first rays of dawn were indeed a welcome sight. We salvaged what we could from our jungle kits, and then we began our search for the co-pilot. A few hours later we found him lying prostrate on the ground. "Articulate speech was beyond his power; it was impossible to know if he were sensible to anything but pain. The expression of his face was an appeal; his eyes were full of prayer. For what?. . . For what, indeed? For that which we accord to even the meanest creature without sense to demand it, denying it only to the wretched of our own race: for the blesses release, the rite of uttermost compassion, the coup de grace."1
The storm must have ripped a hole in the co-pilot's parachute and sent him crashing to the ground. We did what we could for him during his few remaining hours, and then set out in the direction we thought to be the Burma Road. Four days later we stumbled up a road construction camp and were later taken to our base in India.
Footnote: The Assam Valley in India lies at the foot of the Himalaya Mountains, and it was used during World War II by the United Sates with the consent of England, to lauch (sic) the Chinese offence.(sic)
1. Ambrose Bierce, "Coup De Grace," Modern Minds, (New York 1949), p. 521
Bibliography
Bierce, Ambrose, "Coup De Grace," Modern Minds, Ed Howard Mumfor Jones, et al, 1949, D.C. Heath and Company, p 521
Written by Edward Jager 1950
Freshman English II
Fishing Bridge - hand written, not dated
Fishing bridge is located near the heart of Yellowstone Park. The past summer some friends and I spent a few days fishing there.
It is a beautiful drive as you go through the park entrance, south along the loop.
Bears are sitting beside the road begging for food. You see deer and eld feeding in the meanows as thou they are unaware of the human element about them. Trees reach awe inspring heights as they majestically stand like sentinels along the road. You pass Old Faithful and then Fishing Bridge.
You are aware at a moment, of the reason call it Fishing Bridge. It is perhaps a block long, with men, women and children lined up as thick as flys fishing over the rail. Fishing equipment ranged from bamboo poles to expensive fly rods and casting rods. We assembled our fishing poles and shouldered our way in among the others.
You could see the fish swimming 3 to 4 feet below and now and then you would see a splash as a fish took the bait.
It was not long until I felt a slight tugging on the line. I began to feel in keeping the line tight to prevent the fish's escape. It put up quite a struggle as I reeled it up! Up and over the rail to become my first catch of the season.
As the sun sank from the sky we hurried to the (unreadable) to the rivers edge to clean our fish for dinner. This was well under way when someone from the bridge yelled lool out for your fish. We turn to see a bear descending upon us. We looked at the bear, looked at our fish, each other, grabbed our fish and sped up the bank with the bear close at our heels. This was not the biggest bear in the world, but it looked pretty bit to us.
It is a beautiful drive as you go through the park entrance, south along the loop.
Bears are sitting beside the road begging for food. You see deer and eld feeding in the meanows as thou they are unaware of the human element about them. Trees reach awe inspring heights as they majestically stand like sentinels along the road. You pass Old Faithful and then Fishing Bridge.
You are aware at a moment, of the reason call it Fishing Bridge. It is perhaps a block long, with men, women and children lined up as thick as flys fishing over the rail. Fishing equipment ranged from bamboo poles to expensive fly rods and casting rods. We assembled our fishing poles and shouldered our way in among the others.
You could see the fish swimming 3 to 4 feet below and now and then you would see a splash as a fish took the bait.
It was not long until I felt a slight tugging on the line. I began to feel in keeping the line tight to prevent the fish's escape. It put up quite a struggle as I reeled it up! Up and over the rail to become my first catch of the season.
As the sun sank from the sky we hurried to the (unreadable) to the rivers edge to clean our fish for dinner. This was well under way when someone from the bridge yelled lool out for your fish. We turn to see a bear descending upon us. We looked at the bear, looked at our fish, each other, grabbed our fish and sped up the bank with the bear close at our heels. This was not the biggest bear in the world, but it looked pretty bit to us.
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