DOWN MEMORY LANE

On July 4, Ray and I went to an antique car show

in Show Low, Arizona

Ray is standing beside a 1946 Chevy pickup. This is the

same model of car that Ray's dad Harvey, gave us as a

wedding present in 1965. He asked Buster (this is what

his family called him) if he wanted a pickup or $50.00

for a wedding gift. Of course we took the pickup.

It was green with black fenders.

This is a 1927/28 Buick.

When Ray's family lived at the underpass ( a few miles

outside Winslow), a tourist broke down in a vehicle like

this one. They parked it in the Turley's yard, west of

the house. The tourists intended to come back to get

it, but they never did. Ray and his five brothers played

'pretend' and traveled all over the United States driving

that Buick. They even let their two sisters drive it.

They also had many picnics in it.

That old Buick ended up as scrap material for the war effort.

This is a 1941 Packard

Uncle John Turley (Ray's grandfather's brother) had a yellow

convertible Packard like this one. Uncle John was sick in the

hospital in Holbrook. His wife, Aunt Electa, asked Buster to

drive her from Joseph City to Holbrook to visit her husband.

Buster was 17 years old (1948). It was a thrill of a lifetime

for him to be able to drive that car.

This model Packard had a clutch and stick shift.

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY - A CHOICE LAND

This flagpole with the eagle on top is in the Joseph City cemetery.

It was Jim's Eagle Scout project in 1982.

This picture was taken last month at Dora Turley's graveside services.

A CHOICE LAND

by Kaye Rominger

The air is cool, the sky is clear.

I listen to the pines whisper in my ear.

"You're free, you're free, they softly say.

Others before you have led the way.

They gave their lives for this promised land,

Against God's enemy they made their stand.

The time has come to do your part.

Come my child serve God with all your heart."

The sun shines brightly, the birds are gay.

I listen as they sing and play.

Their message is so very sweet,

"This land is great, no other can compete.

We see God's treasures in this blest land.

They can be preserved by your human hand.

Cherish nature," they seem to say.

"So that others may enjoy it in a later day."

Now as I kneel upon the ground,

I listen to the forest's sound.

A reverent prayer I seem to hear

And I know that God is very near.

I thank Him for this land so great,

And I pray I may cherish it for other's sake;

That they may see its treasure too,

And know God made it for me and you.