Building Huts
By: Lyman Hafen Published on: 01/07/2025We built a series of brush huts and underground hideouts and secret bases all across our glorious outdoor kingdom—a kingdom now covered with streets and homes and parking lots and shopping centers and more cars zooming in every direction than an...
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.
