As life progresses, we all get the opportunity to experience its many rich colors of change and seasons. As this most recent Labor Day passed, a United States holiday held on the first Monday of September celebrating the working people, our family began a new chapter in cherished tradition.
For the 35 years, our family has spent Labor Day in Payson, Utah attending the Onion Days Festival and being with my wife’s parents and family. Those years have been filled with many fond and cherished memories that have shaped the very fabric of the those attending. Allow me to take you on a short walk in time.
My first Onion Days was in the summer of 1978, I was newly engaged to my soon to be wife, Colette, cherished companion of the last 35 years. Mom and dad, Colette’s parents, as I would come to know them lived, on Main Street. Continue reading