All who are familiar with Ethel’s words in “From Out My Window” as published for many years in the Green Sheet Newspaper, and from her other books, will be pleased to know another book, “Our Road” is ready for you.
Our Road is a story of 4800 South in Murray, Utah from State Street to 900 East, with a bit of waffling on each end. It begins with the Indians, and you just might find your own progenitors here.
Our Road II
Welcome to more stories and history of “Our Road.” Once a pathway, now the street of 4800 South in Murray, Utah. The stories are about the people whose homes or businesses were and are on this road, between Main Street and 900 East.
From the Indians who first lived here, to the settlers, to Bumpety-Bump Road, and to the present, Ethel’s second Our Road book is full of tales to which we can all relate.
Join us as we meet the people and recall the experiences that made Murray’s history. A history which is ever old, but ever new, Our Road II.
The Sunset Of The Farmer
A kind of hush came to the farm at twilight, and those who had spent their day close to the earth and its animals unconsciously relaxed and became part of that blessed stillness . . .”
Intimate and revealing stories of life on the farm, as told by witnesses of those days. Written by Ethel Ohlin Bradford, with paintings and drawings by Beverly Wheeler Mastrim.
Murray, Utah – A Tale of Two Cities
For over a hundred years, the Murray Smoke Stacks stood in the center of Salt Lake Valley and were a landmark for all. They symbolized the two roots of Murray, the miles of farms and dairies, and the smelter. This is a classic tale of when industry and agriculture collide. It is a tale of “two cities” and how they joined to become our city of Murray, Utah.
Life’s Extra Innings
‘Extra Innings’ are usually thought of as unexpected time given at the end of a sport contest in order to break a tie, but now I find that Extra Innings also happen in our personal lives.
As I enter into my ninth decade, I realize my ‘extra innings’ were unplanned and seemingly just dropped into my lap. So, with curiosity, I decided to explore the ‘why’s and how’s’ of the gift, and one of the first things I found is that far more women than men, are given extra time.
It was 6 degree weather one January day in 2011, but there was a chore out on the patio that needed attention, and as it was no more then 6 feet from the door I bravely stepped outside, but was hit by such ice-cold air that I darted back in and postponed the chore until July.
But that moment made me ponder how people kept/keep from freezing when they have no choice and simply must go outside.