Just after Albert R. Lyman’s serial “The Native Blood” concluded here at Keepa (part 1 here), reader Carol happened to be in Blanding, Utah, Lyman’s home town. She swears she didn’t go looking for him, but everywhere she turned – in the home she was visiting, at the park across the street, driving past local schools – there was Albert R. Lyman, hometown hero.
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“There is a little historical museum with this inside.”
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“This guy is a local hero. The rec center is named for him. The three schools named after him are the
Colts (elementary), Mustangs (middle school) and Broncos (high school)”
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“Now I get ‘the mittens.’”
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Thanks, Carol!
This is quite interesting. I had wondered where the author gained his knowledge and background information for that story.
A review on Amazon.com lists it as 93 pages. So was the serialized version the whole thing, or was it abridged at all? I’m not very good at estimating book pages from web pages.
I don’t know, Laura.
I read the book while I was there. It appeared to me that it was the whole thing.
I also talked to the owner of that copy (my grandkids’ other grandma). She said she loved Brother Lyman and he was her seminary teacher. She like to go to his shop where he was building things. He has a lot of family in the area still.
Some years ago, I was the HP group leader when a member of our group died. After the funeral, I decided I should represent the high priests at the burial. The cemetery was in Franklinton, a town I’d never been to, about 50 miles away, up by the Mississippi border. When I got to Franklinton, everything was Magee. There was like Magee Street, Magee Ford, Magee Hardware, Magee Park, Magee Grocery, Magee Realty…
I followed the directions to the cemetery, and it was–you guessed it–Magee Cemetery.
I decided to come home a different way, through Covington. Along the highway in Covington, there was Magee Chevrolet. That’s really weird, I thought. The Magees have followed me all the way to Covington.
I pulled on the freeway for the last leg home, turned on the radio, and the song that was playing (I swear to you, I’m not making this up) was “Me and Bobby McGee.”