Positions Available

RICH COUNTY SCHOOL DISTRICT
Dale Lamborn, Superintendent A RICH TRADITION
Richard Clark, Business Administrator
Marlene Wilson, Admin. Assistant
Pres. Peter C. Cornia........................Randolph
Vice Pres. Scott D. Sabey..................Woodruff
Bryce Huefner...............................Garden City
Andrew Stokes...............................Garden City
Eric Wamsley....................................Laketown
Monty G. Weston .............................Randolph

August 25, 2016

Rich County School District is accepting applications

for the following positions for the 2016-2017 school year:

Two Special Education Aides

at RMS/NRE

• Applicants must be willing to submit to a background check.
• Interested individuals must be 18 years old, be a high school graduate or equivalent, have the ability to communicate effectively and help others, have a valid Drivers License, and be willing and able to transport school age children in a district-owned vehicle. Must also be able to lift 50 pounds. Applicants should have the ability to work with children, perform routine record keeping functions, and establish and maintain working relationships with co-workers, teachers, students, and the public.

Application can be found online
www.richschool.org, employment
Send application to: Rich Middle School
Principal Kip Motta
P O Box 129
Laketown, UT 84038
Phone: 435-946-3359
Fax: 435-946-3366
Email to: kmotta@richschool.org

CLOSING DATE: (These positions will remain open, and applications accepted, until qualified candidates are hired.)
Rich School District is an equal opportunity employer committed to providing career opportunities for all people, without regard to race,color, religion, sex, age, national origin or disability.
P. O. Box 67 ! Randolph, Utah 84064 ! Phone 435-793-2135 ! Fax 435-793-2136

Bond Election Hearing For Garden City Rec Center

NOTICE OF PUBLIC HEARING

TOWN OF GARDEN CITY, UTAH

PUBLIC NOTICE IS HEREBY GIVEN that on Thursday, August 11, 2016, the Town Council (the “Council”) of the Town of Garden City, Utah (the “Town”) adopted a resolution (the “Resolution”), providing for a Bond Election to be held in the Town on Tuesday, November 8, 2016, for the purpose of submitting to the qualified electors of the Town the question of the issuance of general obligation bonds in an amount not to exceed $6,300,000 (the “Bond Election”) and calling a public hearing to receive input from the public with respect to the issuance of general obligation bonds and the potential economic impact that the improvement, facility, or property for which the bonds pay all or part of the cost will have on the private sector, pursuant to the Section 11-14-318 of the Utah Code Annotated 1953, as amended.

PURPOSE FOR THE ISSUANCE OF GENERAL OBLIGATION BONDS
If approved by eligible voters at the Bond Election, the Town intends to issue general obligation bonds for the purpose of constructing, improving, acquiring, equipping and furnishing a recreation facility and, to the extent necessary, for providing moneys for allowable working capital relating to the Facilities and capitalized interest on the bonds and for providing moneys for the refunding, at or prior to the maturity thereof, of general obligation bonds of the Town.

MAXIMUM PRINCIPAL AMOUNT OF THE GENERAL OBLIGATION BONDS
If approved by eligible voters at the Bond Election, the Town intends to issue general obligation bonds in an amount not to exceed $6,300,000, in one or more series at one or more times.

THE TAXES, IF ANY, PROPOSED TO BE PLEDGED
The Town proposes to pledge the full faith and credit of the Town for the payment of its general obligation bonds and may be obligated to levy and collect ad valorem taxes sufficient to pay the general obligation bonds, as provided by law.

TIME, PLACE AND LOCATION OF PUBLIC HEARING
The Council will hold a public hearing at 6:00 p.m. on September 27, 2016.  The public hearing will be held at the Town’s offices, located at 69 North Paradise Parkway, Garden City, Utah.  All members of the public are invited to attend and participate in the public hearing.  Prior to the public hearing, written comments may be submitted to the Town, to the attention of the Town Clerk, 69 North Paradise Parkway, Garden City, Utah 84028.
DATED this August 11, 2016.

Town of Garden City, Utah

The Unmuddled Mathematician

First Day on the Job

Chris S. Coray, The Unmuddled Mathematician

Young boys normally start out doing lots of chores and little jobs around the house.  These begin the transition from strictly being supported by the rest of the family to becoming a resource and learning how to work.  I followed that fortunate tradition and my dad was my model for he worked as hard at home as he did providing for his family. 

I remember the mowing of grass, using a reel lawnmower that had no engine.  There is an art to getting just the right angle on the handle to make the cutting more efficient.  And the blade needed to be sharp or this little task got very hard.  We did not leave the clippings on the grass, we raked them.  And we cut the grass two different directions.  It looked really nice but water and fertilizer just set the alarm for the next week’s turn.

I had a paper route, using my 47 lb Schwinn bike with a rack on the back, a relentless job (like kids who grew up milking cows on dairies) but it didn’t pay well.  All the risk was mine and when customers didn’t pay me I was just stuck with the loss because the newspaper company billed me, not individual customers.  It was a good lesson, sometimes with bone chilling cold and snow.  The bike is partly responsible for my calves which are not dainty.

One job led to another as I grew up.  None required thinking.  Then came a dramatic change in summer work.  My dad was a lawyer for the Union Pacific Railroad.  He had lots of friends and influence in that huge company.  In the summer when I reached my 16^th birthday he found a regular job for me on the railroad.  This was the lowest kind of labor but for a kid in 1959 the hourly wage of $2.23/hour was promised wealth beyond imagination. 

Memories of my first day on the job will never leave.  I wore new work boots, levis, T-shirt, and a hat my dad treasured but loaned me.  It was his fishing hat.  He called it a Borsalino.  That’s my spelling and I’ve no idea of whether it’s close to being accurate.  Check it on Google.  It looked like a hat you would see in an old movie about Al Capone.  Early in the morning, onto the bus, downtown, walk to the shed that housed what was called the B&B unit.  Those letters stood for Bridge and Building.  A 16 year old kid surrounded by men who jobs provided for their families.  The foreman must have seen me coming, for he told me that he had a special job for me.  I wasn’t smart enough to know that special didn’t mean enjoyable.

In those days when the mechanics who worked on the giant railroad diesels changed the oil they just dumped all the old oil into a ditch with a tiny gradient that carried a little water but mostly old oil out to the Great Salt Lake and that was it.  The problem was that over a years’ worth of being left alone the ditch was nearly completely clogged with tumbleweeds, reducing the flow to almost zero.  I was given a 16 foot long steel rod with a small hook on one end, and an empty dump truck with driver was sent to drive along the ditch next to me.  My job was to reach out with the steel rod, hook an oil laden tumbleweed and lift it up over my head, dropping it into the dump truck.  Then do it again.  And again.  And again.

I was strong so while the physical part was hard it was not the worst part.  Those hundreds and hundreds of tumbleweeds dripped oil from the time I lifted them until they were in the truck.  And the height difference between the ditch and the truck bed meant that the arc went right over my head.  By now you can sense what was happening.  In an hour, let alone the 8 hour shift, I was completely covered and soaked with black, used oil.  My mother could not have recognized me.  The Borsalino was finished, as was every piece of my clothing.  At the end of the day I had to fill out a time card.  The truck driver couldn’t spell ditch on his card.  He wrote “Clened Dech”.  Then I headed home.  Not so fast, said the bus driver.  He wouldn’t let me on the bus.  I don’t blame him now but it was hard at the moment.  So I walked home, about 3 miles, leaving the easiest track to follow ever created. 

When I entered the backyard my mom, who was by now a little worried about when her first born might show up, recognized me, I think solely because of my voice.  She instructed me to remove all clothing, including the Borsalino, and leave it in a pile.  Then she hosed me off with our garden nozzle and using a soaped brush made me acceptable to enter the house and get into a tub.  The clothing made a heck of a small bonfire in the back yard, with the blackest smoke you’ve ever seen.   

There are good parts to this story.  First, the ditch job was a once a year thing and I never had to do it again.  Second, when I looked up the hill there was the University of Utah.  It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to give me advice about the importance of education.  It was a good push toward becoming a mathematician.  Third, no mosquito would have anything to do with me for a month.  There were downsides, chief among them the Borsalino, now just ash.  My dad really missed that hat.

Peterson Hollow Fire, Local Firefighters and Forest Service Fight It.

Photo by Andy Stokes

Moose On The Loose

Photo by Cindy Winter