Life in San Juan
Honor flight for local vet
The year was 1944. Doyle Benson Rowley was 17 years old and a new graduate of Parowan High School. Though he had enjoyed the relative safety of living in Utah, the shadow of World War II had loomed...
Tribute to Dale Maughan, Larue Winget
The year was 1948, a year after they arrived in Monticello as educators. I was 15 years old and just promoted to the ninth grade. I am a son of a father that was of Spanish/Navajo decent and a moth...
A life and death decision
Oddly enough, the weather reflected the news I received last Saturday afternoon. “Terri, if you haven’t heard, give me a call,” the text from my cousin read. Then she added, “Sharon died last night.”
Spring in Ada’s garden
Spring in Blanding has arrived. There are always those rare people who make a mark on other people’s lives by quietly going about being who they are. Ada Rigby is one of those precious souls who sp...
Following in the footsteps
When Art Burtenshaw’s San Juan Broncos took the field against nationally ranked Aztec New Mexico on a warm and picturesque September evening in 1994, the goal was most assuredly this: revenge.
Author speaks in Bluff
On Tuesday, April 6, 1880, six months from the time they had begun what was anticipated to be a six-week journey, 230 exhausted emigrants dragged wearily into the rock-rimmed valley that would beco...