Letters to the Editor 08/01/18
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One Tired Pup!

Editor: Thanks to those concerned drivers!! This morning while playing pickleball at Southfield park we noticed a long line of cars on 113 headed to Heber City doing about 10 MPH. As we looked closer, it was because a large red dog was running in the middle of the lane and the cars were staying behind. About 5 minutes later he turned around and headed back to Midway with another line of cars again stacked up behind him. He must have been scared and exhausted. Hope it made it home OK. Bet he sleeps well tonight!

Mainly, a great thanks to the drivers who had to creep along behind him instead of trying to pass and endanger him. The Heber Valley is a great place to live!! Thanks.

PS – That dog should have hitched a ride on Ernie Giles’ horse-drawn wagon that he drove down that same road and through Heber City at about the same time!

Cary Hobbs

Midway

Thinking of Elda Ritchie

Editor: We note the passing of Elda Ritchie, as she neared her 100th birthday. She was an icon in the Valley if ever there was one. As the obituary stated, she and Leon owned and operated a poultry farm, chicken hatchery, feed mill, the Wasatch Motel, and a Salt Lake Tribune distributorship.

There were eggs to buy and chickens, too, along the roads and ways of life. But for teenage kids growing up (and we read the newspapers in our home, too) the real meaning of Elda Ritchie and her family was two fold: One, they had good boys. They knew how to work and to serve and to willingly strive to make any place they were at, better for others. But, two, the swimming pool on a hot summer day at the Wasatch Motel out on the south end of town, just before you got to The Hub, may have held the greatest meaning of all. She was generous and fair with us. Sometimes the motel would mostly be filled to capacity and we were asked nicely to come back on another day. But most of the time we were welcome to swim for a bit before hustling over to The Hub for Coca-Cola or Pepsi when our parents weren’t watching. (Hey, no caffeine drinks in those days for youngsters)

We’ve seen and heard and read about the Ritchie name a thousand times since we left the Valley. There is a large contractor/auctioneer of large equipment in California, named Ritchie (no relation). We figure as long as they wear the Ritchie name they must be good people like Leon, Elda, Keith and Jim. It is a good name. I am personally pleased that I got to know that family when I was but an adolescent and that some of the friendship has spilled over into middle age and beyond. The world is better because Elda was here. Just ask her posterity.

Jon B Fish

Sacramento, CA
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