Leaving Your Mark
By: Lyman Hafen Published on: 02/03/2025From the house where I grew up, it was a mile or so south to the confluence of the Virgin and Santa Clara Rivers. In the late 1950s, when I first awoke to my existence and began to perceive the world through the chaotic shapes of the surrounding...
In the Bleak Midwinter
By: Lyman Hafen Published on: 01/01/2025We ventured northward, holding to little but hope as the snow flew and the wind blew and the icy road opened up to us a few hundred feet at a time: northward through Ogden and on past Brigham City and on past Tremonton. We rolled deeper and deeper...
The Glorious Glow of Christmas
By: Lyman Hafen Published on: 02/11/2024In the early 1960s, there was always an evening in mid-December when Dad would load us in the car and drive us into a magical night. My siblings and I did not go gently into that good night. Wide-eyed and full of joy, we could not contain ourselves.
A Gift from the Greatest Generation
By: Lyman Hafen Published on: 02/09/2024On a Sunday afternoon in the spring of 1946, Neal Lundberg and Ez McArthur saddled up and set out on a horseback ride through town...The two were civic-minded men, and both were leaders of the St. George Lions Club, which had sponsored the annual Dixie Roundup Rodeo since 1935.
