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CHRONICLE eo e Caden Zeller and Kaitlyn Mickelson of Lovell performed with fellow music students from nine schools in the district at a musical performance hosted by Lovell Middle School on Feb. 28. Gavin Wilske of Lovell took part in district-wide music performance and clinic held on Feb. 28 at Lovell Middle School. Photos by Patti Carpenter The Byron News Tales from the Byron Marco Polo E. DENNEY NEVILLE 548- 7829 nevilleart@tctwest.net In grade school, I first read about Marco Polo's travels around the world to distant lands and faraway places. The names were too difficult to pronounce, but I was quite amazed by their exotic sound. Names like Kublai Khan, Shangri-La, Mongolia and the Gobi Dessert had an exotic, poetic sound that intrigued me like the lesser, exotic names of Shoshoni, Meteetsee, Chugwater and Gebo, Wyoming. Smitten I was, thus, by language exotica. Mario Polo's stories filled my mind with images of great trea- sures of gold and precious stones, feared rulers of armies wearing leather and metal armor, flags, swords and lances, memoriz- ing and enchanting me almost as much as catching chubs, carp and suckers in the Shoshone River, or perch in a gravel pit near Powell. I could have never imagined that one day Byron would have its own Marco Polo--John Petrich, a tall, laid-back, hometown gentleman with obvious eyebrows like a lynx cat. John traveled some of the same roads to exotic places and re- turned with stories and treasure, as did the legendary Marco Polo. I remember standing in an al- ley with my dad, here in Byron years ago, talking to John and his father Art. During the visit, John and I struck up a conversa- tion about an old car in the alley by their house. At the end of the conversation, John told me the engine of the old car had a slight problem but it still ran, and then added, "If it is OK with your dad you can have it." Dad OtCd the deal and I had my first car. From what I have read of Marco Polo, John was just as generous. That was an exciting summer. The old jalopy lasted until fall, then it was converted into a trailer for my welding shop project. I doubt anyone else in the Big Horn Basin can say their first car was given to them by someone who later traveled to some of the same places as did Marco Polo. I visited with John and Chris- ty at their home and they showed me a good part of the interesting treasure John brought home from his worldwide travels while he worked for Weatherford Interna- tional, servicing oil wells. John showed me his passport, a small, 28 page, multi-stamped record of many dozens of entries into parts of the world--Russia (seven times), China, Indone- sia, Japan, Germany, England, Egypt, Venezuela, Singapore, Hong Kong, Malaysia (30 times), Laos, Burma and Thailand-- multiple visits to all of them over an ll-year period. In Laos, he traveled in a Tuk- Tuk cab for about 10 cents a mile. A Tuk-Tuk cab is a small, three- wheeled cab, motorized or ped- dled. In Cairo, John rode a cam- el while he viewed the pyramids. He said the camel smelled as bad as it was ugly. On one of his sev- eral trips to Thailand John took his wife, Christy. After consid- erable coaxing John was able to convince Christy to go for a ride with him on an elephant. The odor was not quite the issue it was with the camel. One interesting story John told me was about his lynx-like eyebrows. He showed me some beautiful hand painted jewelry and lacquered boxes with beau- tifully intricate landecapes and portraits of royalty painted on them. Only with a magnifying glass can you see the artist's sig- nature. These little works of art are large in quality. John pointed at his eyebrows and told me eye- brows like his are needed to paint these intricate works of art. Any hair once clipped is not suitable. The hairs must have an uncilpped end that tappers to a natural fine point for a one-hair brush. They would have purchased and picked him clean of his eyebrows if he would have let them. I can see a headline in the Moscow Chroni- cle, "American male mugged and ripped clean of his eyebrows by group of starving, Muscovite art- ists." I visited with John and pro- posed that we create a special, se- cure case in which we could dis- play some of his collection in the Byron Museum during the up- coming Byron Days of 2012. He has agreed. A concluding comment pub- lished regarding the value of Marco Polo's 23 year journey, "...so that men might know the things that are in the world. No other man, Christian or Saracen, Mongol or pagan, has explored so much of the world as Messer Marco Polo son of Messer Niccolo Polo, citizen of the city of Venice," and now, might I add, Mr. John Petrich, son of Art and Forrest Alyne Petrich, citizen of the town of Byron, with lynx eyebrows still intact. "They builded a tower to shiv- er the sky and wrench the stars apart, Till the Devil grunted be- hind the bricks: 'It's striking, but is it Art?' The stone was dropped by the quarry-side, and the idle derrick swung, while each man talked of the aims of art, and each in an alien tongue." --Rudyard Kipling, from The Conundrum of the Workshops. Club News DUP members discuss Honest Abe, ZCMI The Big Horn Company of The Daughters of Utah Pioneers (DUP) met on Feb. 13 with vice- president Marge Stevens con- ducting. A spiritual thought was shared by Laura Gerstner and the patriotic presentation, giv- en by Dorothy Winterholler, was about Abraham Lincoln, born Feb. 12, 1809. As a child his mother, Nancy Hanks, read and sang to him. Later, he moved to Illinois with his stepmother, Sar- ah Bush. He is remembered for his honesty, his grey eyes and his six-foot-four-inch stature. He and Mary Todd had four children. As U.S. President he is credited for saving the union. He was assassinated at the age of 56. The museum presentation by Patty Hansen was about Hiram and Sarah Kimball, and an in- teresting donation. Renon Jones of Otto shared a family history about her Christensen grandpar- ents, born in Denmark, and how they came to the United States. Her grandfather played the vio- lin by ear and helped many to im- migrate, but died at the early age of 40. Guest speaker Mildred Asay talked about the founding and history of ZCMI (Zion's Coop- erative Mercantile Institution), which became known as "Amer- ica's First Department Store." ZCMI was established in 1866 in order to provide a place for the pioneers to purchase goods at reasonable prices. It became a formidable business force, even- tually manufacturing its own line of boots and shoes and a line of work clothes. It also sold every- thing from housing needs, lum- ber and nails to fabric, needles, thread, food preservation prod- ucts, furniture, draperies and beauty products. Branches were formed in Ida- ho, Wyoming, Nevada and South Dakota, as well as many in Utah. The hostess committee of Ann and Melba Bridges and Na- dine Larson shared Valentine's Day with their table decorations and delicious refreshments. The next meeting will be Monday, March 12, at 1 p.m. in the Lovell Annex. March 8, 2012 I The Lovell Chronicle I 15 Cowley News March weather brings thoughts of spring DRUE TEBBS-MEEK 548-6901 March has arrived and it wasn't quite like a lion, yet we all are aware that that can change in a day. Somehow winter has slipped by. The basketball season is over and soon the spring season of track and other outside events will be here. The Ides of March from Shakespeare is upon us and the official date of spring is on the horizon. The senior classes of high school are anticipating graduation and it just seems a few months ago that my grandson graduated and here it is, his first year of col- lege and the university will have a spring break this weekend. Years ago, when I was in my 30s, I asked my mother how it felt to be in her 70s and she replied that she felt just the same as when she was young and raising her fam- ily and that even though you're old- er you are the same inside even though your body starts to do tricks on you. Those were the days when I was working and planning for a fu- ture, and I couldn't even imagine 50 let alone 70. I couldn't believe that she felt the same way at 70 as she did when she was 35 or so. Well, here I am and as usual, my mother was right. Little did I dream that the years would travel so swifLly and our generation would be the older one. It's a strange feeling. The late Dee and Jennie Nicholls Lewis lived in a beauti- ful red brick home ever since I can remember. It is a one-floor home with red brick, has a beautiful front porch, two bedrooms, a den, a won- derful kitchen, a good-sized dining area and a master bathroom that was in greenish-blue tile. Jennie had rheumatoid arthritis and the shower was a walk-in. The house has a garage, a long patio in the back, with rounded arches of a lighter brick, a carriage house, and land for horses and carriages. The yards are spacious and beauti- ful. The last time I saw it when Jennie was alive, there was a back bedroom filled with antiques, a long hallway, a sort of parlor in front of the bedroom, and her bedroom rug was the loveliest carpet one could imagine. The whole house was beautiful and big. I called Lou Marchant Wil- son, as she and her late husband, Charles (we called him Chick), were good friends of both Dee and Jen- nie and my Aunt Vivian and Uncle Lyle Nicholls. She said Dee and Lyle Nicholls built their homes at the same time when their families were young, probably in the 1940s or early 50s. Dee and Uncle Lyle worked for my Uncle Lou Welch in the construction business and were master carpenters and brick- layers. Lou said that Dee and Jen- nie's home had a kitchen, two bed- rooms, a living room and, of course, one bathroom when they built it. Through the years Dee and Jen- nie built on a garage, more rooms and the long arched patio outside that is a dream to observe. When we were younger and I was playing with my cousins next door to the Lewises, I thought the house might be a mansion. The next family to own the home was Matt and Tammy Wahl- brink and their two children. They enjoyed the beautiful home until their children graduated from high school, then moved to Las Vegas, Nev. last fall. The home is now owned by John and Kendy Rich- ards, who bought the home in No- vember. John and Kendy have two grown daughters: Kabre, who is a special ed teacher in Seattle, Wash. and Jamie, who is a pre-school teacher in Reno. John works for the Natural Resources Conservation Service (NRCS) in Lovell and Kendy is a pre-school teacher for Rocky. She has three sessions of preschoolers four days a week from 8 a.m. un- til noon and she also works as a Title I teacher. The couple lived in Deaver for many years and Kendy has taught in Frannie, Deaver and now in Cowley for the last 23 years. They enjoy Cowley, living in town, their jobs, and they ab- solutely love Dee and Jennie's home. Kendy said she likes to walk to her work, go uptown for a hair- cut, have paved streets, order piz- za and other food from Cowtown and can't wait until planting time to plant some flowers and be on the beautiful patio which might be her favorite part of the lovely home. We're glad you're here, and welcome you to Cowley. Get Growing with Gary i'm excited for spring GARY EMMETT getgrowingwithgary@gmail.com The time has finally come. I have ordered most of my garden seeds from all of the seed catalogs that I have received in the marl. I am sure that the postal carriers are glad to see this time come, too. However, now they will be busy de- livering seed packages. It shouldn't be too bad this year, I think I only ordered from four different companies, but then I had better double check my list. I started receiving my seed cat- alogs in the mail the week before Christmas and then it has just con- tinued. I think the most I received in one day was four. Even though one of those catalogs was a rose catalog, I still counted it because it brought visions of spring. My wife kept her snickers to herself for the most part, as I would look at each catalog over and over again, mak- ing notes in the margins, placing sticky notes on the front of each catalog, and then trying to make sense of the spreadsheet that I also created to keep track of the variety of seeds that I wanted to try, who they were from and how much they cost from each company. My wife, Brenda, did get excit- ed about one catalog in particular when I showed her a pepper corer that could be used to core out the seeds in jalapeno peppers. She then got hooked, too, but only if there were kitchen gadgets offered. She did make a suggestion or two, but it was usually on the line of "Did you order that kind that we liked last year?" Now I had to go back to last year's notes and figure out what I ordered and planted. Good thing I have a spreadsheet from last year, too. When ordering seeds, I try to take into account the number of seeds that come in each package. Do I really want or need 25 seeds of each tomato or pepper variety that I order? Even the smaller packag- es that come with 10 seeds, which is still a lot of plants, sometimes seem too many. If I ordered, hypo- thetically speaking of course, eight different tomato varieties, I could possibly end up with more than 200 tomato seeds. And, of course, that doesn't include the peppers and flowers that I might have or- dered, too. I wonder if the local greenhouse would want any of my extra seeds? As I wait for the seeds to ar- rive, I guess I will have to start re- arranging my seed starting area: Move my petted plants, set up the growing lights, plug in the heating pad and get the potting soil ready. Thank goodness I have a patient and understanding wife. I have amaryllis bulbs still blooming, poinsettia plants still in full color, and other plants that are ready to go outside, however, that won't happen anytime soon. I will just have to shuffle the plants around, and I can't forget about my orchids. A couple of my orchids have come back into bloom, with others to fol- low soon. I have to have them front and center to enjoy. Yes, preparing for the seeds to arrive even has its challenges, too. However, it is the anticipation of or- dering the seeds that is most excit- ing...the thrill of the search. There is no way that I could settle on one catalog and say these will do. It is almost like an eternal quest to find that perfect variety, seeking for the ultimate gardening adventure: my personal search for E1 Dorado. Do you want to go along, too? If you have any gardening questions that you would like to ask, and they might even help someone else, please email me at getgrowingwithgary@gmail.com and I will answer your questions. They might even show up here in the paper. Think spring!