Steve Clements was one of the cousins on my mother’s side of the family that came to stay with us. He came one year when Clair and Stan were headed off to the Boy Scout Jamboree in Colorado that year. We had all gone down to the church in Duchesne to see them off and Steve had gotten up on the chain link fence and as he jumped off the fence caught him and ripped his pants wide open. He stayed right next to mom after that with his back next to her skirt so the rip wouldn’t show. Later in that week we were playing in our playhouse that was ten foot by 8 ft and 8 foot tall. I can’t remember who set the trap but someone had put rocks above the door and so when Steve came out the rocks fell on his head. It was just not his lucky week. I also don’t remember him ever staying with us again.
Steve was from Mapleton and one of my favorite vacations was to their home for a week while mom and dad went to Arizona with Grandpa and Grandma Hansen. I remember hearing the siren on the fire station going off everyday at precisely noon. We also rode our bikes along the canal road and as I have lived here I I have been able to figure out in my mind that we rode past the area where Marie was living at the time. I have always had a special place in my heart for Mapleton because of that trip. And the siren still goes off everyday at noon.
Steve and his sisters
Patsy, Suzette, Sherry Clement, Carol Pepperdine and Steve Clement
Steve and his family, there were a number of children in his family though that are not in this image.
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