Funny-ish & Dazed

I Can Still Drive 55

By Joe Capell

By the time you read this, I’ll have already “celebrated” my birthday. As you might be able to tell by the quotation marks around the word “celebrated,” I’m not really excited for this particular birthday.

I have my reasons. Upon reaching this birthday, I’ll no longer be able to say I’m in my early 50s.

Upon passing this landmark, I’ll officially be eligible to get the senior discount. Upon reaching this milestone (millstone?) I’ll be able to order from my own special section on the back page of the menu at Denny’s.

My age will be the same number as the speed limit from that song by Sammy Hagar. And if you know which song I’m talking about, congratulations, you’ll be joining me in senior citizenry before you realize what’s happened.

It really started a little more than five years ago when the AARP started sending me membership cards in the mail. For those of you who think you are too young to know what I’m talking about, AARP stands for the American Association of Retired People, and they will be coming for you-sooner than you think!

I haven’t yet joined the AARP, but they still send me cards.

I give them to my kids to use as bookmarks. I guess getting old isn’t all bad.

Once you reach a certain age, some things finally start to make sense, like the importance of changing the air filter on the furnace/air conditioner, guessing what size of wrench you need on the first try, and what escrow is.

There are other things, however, that are completely baffling, like how to post a gif to a friend or co-worker, why the style of jeans you’ve been wearing for the past 25 years is suddenly difficult to find, and what’s up with these kids today and their music?

When you get older, there are good days and bad days. Sometimes I can bend down and pick something up off the ground without a problem at all.

Other times, I can’t get back to a standing position without moaning and sounding like a box of Rice Krispies. Kids today still know about Snap! Crackle! and Pop, don’t they?

Try as I might to stay hip and cool, I just can’t stop the fact that I’m getting older. For example, I still use the words “hip” and “cool.”

But, turning 55 isn’t the end of the world. Despite what Sammy Hagar says, I can still drive.

Even if it’s slower than these kids today with all their fast cars. For more funny-ish stuff, check out SlowJoe40.com.

The Agony of a Long Goodbye

By James L. Davis

My family struggles with goodbyes. They seem unable to complete this simple task in under 24 hours. I feel I have failed them in some way.

They have no issues with goodbye on the phone. They say it, and then they hang up, which is good and proper, and expected, actually. It is when they are physically present where the struggle becomes real.

While I wrestle with feelings of failure in almost every regard, I have come to realize that this failing is not mine.

I understand the definition of goodbye and utilize it on numerous occasions. When I say “goodbye” I have every intention of leaving. Right then, not four hours later. I consider it a verbal contract between me and whoever I am visiting. I am leaving, rest assured, because I said “goodbye.”

My family has apparently grasped onto the idea that “goodbye” is a random thought that they may, or may not, carry out. Whether my wife and I visit them, or they visit us, “goodbyes” are bestowed a hundred times before we ever achieve the result of a proper goodbye and leave.

Since I understand the concept in goodbye, and my children do not, there is only one culprit for this malady, and she knows who she is. Just in case she does not, it is my wife. She will say “goodbye” and never follow-up on the commitment the word implies. In fact, that is usually when the conversations really get started, after she has already said goodbye.

All my children suffer from this condition and most of their spouses.

But I have two daughtersin-laws who experience as much angst as I do when it comes to the unending goodbye.

The “goodbyes” begin, and it is followed immediately by intense conversation that could last hours, days, weeks, who knows. They roll their eyes, pace, crochet a blanket, learn a new language, anything they can think of until “goodbye” results in action of the leaving kind.

I have learned to endure it, because I adore my wife and children, and accept that they have serious problems. When the goodbyes begin, I say my goodbye and then leave. I go downstairs to my office, or hide in the closet, considering on my mood. A couple of hours later I sneak out to see if the goodbyes have resulted in any movement. If they have, then I may say another “goodbye.”

My grandchildren, on the other hand, have absolutely no problem understanding the meaning of a “goodbye.”

When one of their parents say goodbye, there are generally two results: weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth, of they gather their things and head for the door. I have gone outside an hour after my children said goodbye to find my grandchildren gathered around their parent’s car, sitting on the concrete, chins cupped in tiny hands, their eyes rolling like marbles in their sockets.

I started to lose hope, until my wife and I met some of our children and grandchildren at Lagoon. We were there for five hours or so, and when it came time to say goodbye, I did so, and started to walk away, hoping that somehow I had the gravitational pull to bring my wife along with me. Unfortunately, I have no such hidden talent.

I didn’t want to walk back to where she was talking to our son, because that would just encourage her to keep talking, but I shuffled back a dozen paces, folded my arms, and stared at the blue sky, mumbling softly to myself.

Passersby would look at me, look to the heavens, shake their head, and keep walking. I get that a lot.

After a half an hour or so, our 4-year-old granddaughter looked at her father and grandmother talking, and said, “Nana, are you leaving?”

So, we left. Finally.

TRIBUTES

Cathy Gibson Marvin

“Gibby”(Catherine Christine Gibson Marvin) passed away peacefully, yet suddenly June 22 in Utah Valley Hospital surrounded by friends and family at the age of 60.

Born in Ottowa Ontario Canada on Nov. 24, 1960, to Douglas “Doug” Gibson and Iona Fergussen Gibson she was raised in Carleton Place Ontario. She attended Carleton Place High School and Algonquin College. Cathy is mother to three Sons Jeffrey Dallaire, Jessie Dallaire, and Cody (Sarah Dona Gee) Dellaire and grandmother to one grandson, Knox Dallaire.

Her second marriage with Ed Marvin brought her to the USA where she had three stepchildren Edward, Ross and Jennifer as well as four step grandkids Justice, Michael, Jonathan and Daniel.

She is survived by her mother Iona, her brothers Rob and Garry, sisters Lynn and Laurie all whom she loved so much, as well as many cousins, nieces and nephews. Her father Doug and sister Trisha preceded her in death.

To leave condolences or to share memories of Cathy, visit www. legacyfunerals.com

Ernest Fritz Boyer

Ernest Fritz Boyer (86) passed away peacefully during the early morning hours of June 21, 2021, at his home in Springville, ending a years-long struggle with vascular dementia.

Fritz was born on Aug. 26, 1934, to Ernest and Evelyn Boyer on his grandmother Miner’s kitchen table. He attended Brigham Young, earning a B.S. in Art with an English minor in 1961. At graduation, he was notified that his National Guard unit was activated due to the Berlin Wall Crisis. That notification launched a decades-long career in the United States Army Corps of Engineers, a radical departure from the plan to teach art at Snow College in Ephraim, Utah. His military career was filled with dozens of assignments, including moves to Germany, Belgium, Italy, and two tours of duty in Viet Nam.

Fritz and his wife Norma Gregson Boyer (85) retired in Springville, where Fritz became active in civic affairs. He worked with the Springville Folk Fest, the Arts Committee, chief fundraiser for the new addition to the Springville Art Museum, City Councilman, and Mayor from 2000 to 2006. Fritz was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and served in the British Mission from 1955 to 1957 and served in many leadership positions throughout his life.

To leave condolences or share a memory of Fritz, visit www. springcreekmortuary. com

Frances JoAnn Peay

Frances JoAnn Nusink Metz Peay started a new journey on June 22, 2021. She was born on Oct. 23, 1937 to John James and Clara (Pansy) Kunze Nusink in Provo.

She grew up in Provo and graduated from Provo High School with lifetime friends, June, Gwen and Maxine. During high school her Gwen lived with her family and during the summers they would all go to Las Vegas Nevada to be with Gwen’s family. While in Vegas she met and married her first husband Norman Miller Metz in 1956. After their divorce she moved back to Utah.

She is survived by her children Hoby (Christy) Metz, Holly (Kelly) Hansen, Jenny Peay Bjarnson, all of Payson Utah. April (LeRoy) Sheperd, Amy (Shawn) Reynolds of Mona Utah. Gilbert (Holly) Peay, Hank (Jennifer) Peay, of Nephi Utah. Monica (Burley) Wahl of Portland Oregon. Her brother Richard (Ada) Nusink of Ogden Utah.

To leave condolences, and share memories of Frances, go to www. legacyfunerals.com

Marshall “Scott” Worwood

Marshall “Scott” Worwood, 73, passed away on May 27, 2021 in Spanish Fork, surrounded by his family after battling several health issues for years. He was born to Edward William and Myrle Juanita Worwood on Nov. 19, 1947 in Payson. He married Cynthia Sue on March 10, 1992 and they were sealed in the Manti LDS Temple. Together they raised 12 children: Devonny (Jon) Miskin, Jeffery (Mindi), Tavonny (Jon) Phillips, Mindi (Jeffery) Worwood, Jennifer (Travis) Jones, William (Karen) Bates, Melody (Lancer) Scott, Nita (Brigham) Andrew, Richard Olsen, Katrissa, Dustin (Yanely) Olsen, Austin (Browyn). He loved every minute he had with his family and spent those moments camping, fishing, traveling and most important taking every chance to make us laugh. He retired from the United States Army after serving faithfully and honorably for 26 years. He always provided for his family, working in several fields over the years and at times working two jobs. Though he kept busy with work, he never passed up the opportunity to share his talents through service. To leave condolences, or share a memory of Scott, visit www.legacyfunerals.com

Geoffrey Loren Pace

Geoffrey Loren Pace, 74, passed away on June 1, 2021, in Spanish Fork. He was born on July 9th, 1946 in Columbus, Ohio to Loren Lee and Charlotte Thrall Moore Pace. Geoffrey is survived by his wife, Julia Ann Sorenson Pace. He received a Master’s degree and was a genealogist. To leave condolences and memories of Geoffery, visit www. legacyfunerals.com.

Jackee Lou Ellen (Taylor) Ingo

Jackee Lou Ellen (Taylor) Ingo, age 89, passed away peacefully in her sleep, June 15, 2021 at her son’s home in Highland.

Jackee was born Nov. 24, 1931, in Wichita, Kan., to Francis A Taylor and Inez Marie Filmore.

Jackee lived in Wichita until her mother moved her to Chicago, Illinois, when she was three years old. As an only child, Jackee spent her childhood around adults which made her very precocious for her age. She loved to learn, and she spent many hours reading in a favorite tree. She lived in Chicago for 30 years.

During that time, she married Dominic Ingo on Nov. 16, 1963. Soon after her marriage they moved to southern California where they had three sons together. Self-reliance was very important to Jackee.

She derived great satisfaction in mastering challenging skills. She learned how to process raw wool into yarn which she knitted into various articles. She was an accomplished china painter and created beautiful plates, cups and dolls.

Jackee is survived by her three sons: Timothy (Angela), Terry (Teresa), and Dominic (Lisa). She is also survived by 14 of her grandchildren, 6 great-grandchildren, and three of her five children from a pre-

vious marriage: Raymond Paul Bruhnke, Mary Anne Estrella, and Wade Taylor Bruhnke.

To leave condolences or share a memory of Jackee, visit www. legacyfunerals.com

Florence Duncan

Florence Foley Duncan- Wife, Mother, Sister, Teacher, Friend- died peacefully in her home in Elkridge, Utah on June 5 with her husband by her side. She was 87 years old. Born Oct. 10, 1933 in Los Angeles, to Andrew Brimhall and Cleola Hatch Foley. She was the oldest of five daughters. Florence attended Pasadena City College in High School. Upon graduation, she attended Rick’s College and Brigham Young University, earning a Bachelors Degree in Elementary Education. She loved Genealogy and Temple Work, spending countless hours researching and writing family history books. Florence taught young people all her life. She was married in the Los Angeles Temple to her college sweetheart Don Duncan. They were married 66 years. She is survived by her husband Don Duncan, son Dean Duncan, son Brent Duncan, daughter Michele Hatton, daughter Deborah Savage, ten grandchildren, thirteen great grandchildren, and four sisters - Sandra Bassett, Julia Hirsch, Kathleen Schilling, and Anene Hogge.

Delores Janice Grant

Delores Janice Dillingham Grant returned home to the loving arms of her husband, Parry on June 10, 2021. She was born June 26, 1930, in Salem, to Harold Milton Dillingham and Janice Delilah Davis Dillingham. She was the eldest daughter of eleven children.

Delores grew up and attended schools in Springville and Provo. She married Don Tanner in the fall of 1947, and they were divorced later that same year. They had one child, Carl.

She met the love of her life Parry Thomas Grant in February 1949, and they were married on July 5 of the same year in Ely, Nev.

Delores held many jobs throughout her life. She worked for Del Monte Cannery on the production line. She was a nurse’s aide at Hales Nursing home and the Todd Home in Springville. She worked as a lunch lady for Nebo School District. She enjoyed cooking and baking so much it eventually landed her a job at Mt. View Hospital in the cafeteria where she would bake her famous cinnamon rolls and waffles.

She will be remembered for her love of quilting and sewing, her passion for baking, canning, gardening and her green thumb. Her children and grandchildren will never forget the time they spent on the family farm where they raised chickens, lambs, pigs and rabbits as well as the numerous hunting and fishing trips they all took together.

She is survived by one sister JoAnn Monson, Seattle WA. Children Carolyn Walker (Payson, UT), Richard Grant (Bear Lake, UT), David (Cydney) Grant (Salem, UT), Debbie (Gary) Thomas (Wellington, UT). 13 grandchildren, 42 great grandchildren, 16 great-great grandchildren. She is proceeded in death by her husband, parents, brothers Richard, Dwayne, Walter, Ronald, Lawrence, Douglas, James, sisters Patricia and Karen, son Carl Mickey, daughter Sarah Jane and grandson Nathan.

To leave condolences or share memories of Delores, visit www. legacyfunerals.com

David Hoffman

Watters, MD

We lost a generous, funny, loving, and brilliant person on May 29, 2021. Dr. David Hoffman Watters of Woodland Hills, passed away at home from complications of several chronic medical conditions.

David was born Sept. 13, 1948, to Harold Jesse Watters and Grace Marie Watters, in Panama City, Fla. He was the second of two sons. He grew up in many different places including the Canal Zone in Panama, Alaska, and more, as his father was in the Air Force. In his teen years his family settled in Norman, Oklahoma. His first date with Linda Jean Childress was their high school senior ball. They were married April 1, 1969.

David Watters attended Oklahoma University and Medical School.

His medical residency was in the Air Force at Travis Air Force Base in California. He was later discharged with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. In 1981, David and Linda built a home in Woodland Hills, Utah. He was a “founding father” of Mountain View Radiology (now called Revere Imaging) and worked as a radiologist at Mountain View Hospital and associated locations from 1981 until 2018. The practice grew from two physicians to its current 14.

David is survived by his wife Linda and their 4 children, Jacob (Kathryn) Watters, Andrea (Justin) Lowry, Isaac (Kenzie) Watters, and Molly Watters. David had five (soon to be six) grandsons, Tyler (Olivia), Ryan, Easton, and Evan Lowry; Fox and NotYet-Born Watters. He is also survived by his brother Hal (Matthew) Watters.

To leave condolences or share a memory of David, visit www. legacyfunerals.com

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