THE WELLINGTON GIRLS

Tomorrow I am going to Wellington to hang out with the Wellington Girls. Well, we are not quite girls anymore unless 60 something can still fit in that category. Maybe more like old girls. I want to write a tribute to the part they played in my childhood and growing into young womanhood. My family could easily have been in the "poor white trash" category. But when you grow up in rural Utah a good part of the town could fit somewhere here. Most of our fathers worked for the coal mine. All of our homes were small and humble. Mine may have been at the bottom of the rung but it didn't matter. There were about 10 girls this age that went to school together in Wellington. These girls were good, and kind and tolerant of differences. I didn’t see this kind of niceness in my daughters friends when she was growing up. She seemed to be tormented with a lot of little stinkers. I feel so lucky and blessed to have grown up in Wellington. In all the humility of this town there were spiritual giants. I feel like I was encouraged with many cultural experiences as music, plays, dancing and singing. The church was a facilitator for much of these experiences but also the school. So, hurrah for Wellington, which is 12 Miles East of Price. It is the last town before you hit the desert.