| It seems that the kids in our neighborhood were | | | | There were the diseases too. Polio scared us all, but |
| always building something. If it wasn't stilts, it was | | | | kids died of a number of other ailments because |
| rubber guns (probably a lost art). If it wasn't | | | | there was no penicillin or sulfa drugs to help them. |
| airplanes, it was scooters. If it wasn't go-carts, it was | | | | Death was all around us, but the scariest thing was |
| pigeon coops. It never ended. | | | | when young mothers died from giving childbirth. |
| A supply of suitable materials was the main problem | | | | We needed not to think to much on these things. So |
| faced by us early builders. Junk is what things were | | | | maybe that is partly why we built a wide range of |
| built from. That often showed in the final product. | | | | contraptions. |
| But we always looked on our great creation with | | | | Following is a poem about a boat that was built in my |
| pride until a disaster destroyed our masterpiece. | | | | backyard. |
| In pioneer days, the Jordan River that runs through | | | | The Square Boat Which Wouldn't Float by Taylor |
| the Salt Lake Valley was a clear stream full of trout. | | | | Jones |
| We had never seen it that way. It was totally | | | | Saturday, April 19, 1999 (Modified November 3, 2005) |
| polluted in our day. We were told it was a clean, clear | | | | Aaron had the idea: A boat on the Jordan to float. So |
| fishing stream by Mr. Foster (who grew truck crops | | | | Dick and Aaron and all the big guys Built a boat |
| on a two or three acre plot to feed his family). He | | | | before our eyes. |
| had caught many trout from the river when he was | | | | It was shaped appropriately Like a coffin. It had |
| a boy. | | | | square sides And a flat bottom. |
| We sometimes caught trout from the river too, but | | | | They nailed and tarred; It weighed a ton. It took |
| we had to fish where fresh water streams entered | | | | forever to get it to the river Where we could have |
| the filthy waters of the river. Sometimes the state | | | | some fun. |
| dumped trout into the river at the fairgrounds after | | | | Well, every kid in town Watched the show. We |
| their exhibition at the State Fair, but that was rare, | | | | pushed the boat in the water To see if it would go. |
| and the trout were either quickly fished out or died in | | | | Aaron was in the middle And Dick was in the stern. |
| the muck. | | | | Would the thing float or not? That we would soon |
| Still, the river was our playground. We were told | | | | learn. |
| never to get into the water or we would die of the | | | | They paddled it out into the middle Of that muddy |
| bubonic plague or be drowned in a whirlpool. None of | | | | Jordan River. At first things looked pretty good. It |
| us died of the plague but some of us did drown. One | | | | was quite a clipper. |
| of my friends tried to rescue his brother while by | | | | Then slowly, slowly, did we see, Right before our |
| grandfather played his accordion in the park only a | | | | eyes, That Aaron and the boys would be swimming; |
| few hundred yards away. Both boys were lost while | | | | It was the boat's demise. |
| we enjoyed the music, not knowing what was going | | | | Yes, it sank like that concrete ship That lay's on |
| on. | | | | Cape May's shore. That bungling concrete vessel |
| Things were tough on kids in those days. Two of our | | | | Made just for the war. |
| friends were killed when their bike was hit by a | | | | And just before "Abandon Ship!" There was our little |
| cement truck racing down the street to get | | | | war Because there was a good supply of mud On |
| concrete to the arms plant. | | | | good Old Jordan's shore. |
| A brother and sister we knew where killed by a | | | | So began the mud fight Until the ship did sink. They |
| truck taking ammunition from the arms plant to the | | | | were covered with mud from head to foot Until they |
| railroad dock. The WAC driver fell asleep. | | | | gulped the drink |
| One of our friends died when he fell from a fence | | | | So all the work on that great boat Was lost in just a |
| while he and his siblings were stealing a few lumps of | | | | wink. It sank so fast from bow to mast, I could |
| coal from the coal yard. | | | | hardly blink. |
| A baby was lost when a sibling closed the drawer | | | | I miss those days of carefree youth, Of boats, and |
| where the mother kept the child. | | | | planes, and cars. But then the boys all left home To |
| Our widower shoemaker lost two children when a | | | | fight in a real war. |
| son tried to save his sister from highway traffic. | | | | Orville and Virgil never came home. They were not |
| (Later the shoemaker, who did not trust banks, lost | | | | alone. But the boat builders survived, Thank God they |
| his life's savings when his last surviving son stole the | | | | did come home. |
| money.) | | | | Copyright©John T. Jones, Ph.D. |