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Been to Parley Grove?
Even if you can't point to Parley Grove on a map (or maybe you think you can!) you may know a place that comes pretty close to being just like Parley Grove.
This is the place to share your own Parley Grove story, Parley Grove encounter, or Parley Grove moment.
It's our Parleybration Page!
While I recognized much of my own Lehi ward in there, it also reminded me of my hometown back in Virginia. My grandmother read the weekly Bedford County Bulletin religiously. She started with the obituaries and then went to the neighborhood news where correspondents from each community in the county reported all the details. If you visited someone, it got reported! She also like to peruse the land transfers to see who was subdividing to allow their children or grandchildren to build on their property, or—worst case scenario—whose children or grandchildren were selling out after a death.
Mike
Lehi, Utah
I was attending church in a small town called central Utah on a warm Sunday afternoon. The Bishop was standing at the pulpit introducing the first speaker. A lot of noise and confusion started up in the chapel. All of a sudden, a father jumps with a small boy, puts him over his shoulder and heads out. By the time they hit the end of the pew and started up the aisle the little boy was screaming at the top of his lungs, “Help me Bishop, help me!”
Jack B. Rees
Logan, Utah
After reading the account of the Mother's Day program, I was leveled with hysterical laughter remembering [a good brother], who EVERY YEAR sang "That Wonderful of Mine" in this deep, deep voice that had such vibrato it would knock your socks off. I---who was a VERY good girl and who NEVER caused a stir---dreaded every Mother's Day program growing up because I could scarcely contain myself once that vibrato started wobbling through the chapel. So I called my mother and read the account to HER. Once she caught her breath after nearly collapsing from laughter, she said, "Ye gods and little fishes!" (or some similar expression). "HE WENT TO THE OREM 27TH WARD!!"
Just wanted to let you know that you've got a real winner. We're all in it . . . and it's such fun to laugh at ourselves!
Kathy
Utah
This is a must read even if you didn't grow up in a small town! I grew up in a large city but would visit my grandparents in their small town every summer and this rings true to those memories. Thank you for helping me relive those special times!
C.J. Standiford
Bakersfield, CA
I am a Barber in Redding, California. I recently acquired a 1907 barber chair which my boyfriend restored it has made quite a hit with the older gentleman.
It is quite beautiful and a great conversation piece as the customers give up some great old stories of their childhood in a old chair like this.
One gentleman shared with me that a barber was talking and not paying attention while stropping the razor that hung on the side of the chair. He was unaware that he was making cuts on the gentleman’s arm with every stroke of the razor right thru his shirt. After completing the shave they both noticed a pool of blood on the floor! The customer was given a year’s worth of free haircuts.
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