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The protesters and the churchgoers

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By Michael Patrick O’Brien– One recent Sunday afternoon, while walking in downtown Salt Lake City, I encountered a large group of people marching to the state capitol and protesting the…

The Generations of my Grandmother

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By Gary Topping– As a historian, I have never found the concept of a “generation” particularly useful, for two contradictory reasons.  For one thing, it threatens to lock one into…

Northern Utah Salve

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By Michael Patrick O’Brien– Salve is a versatile word.  In Latin (pronounced “sal-vay”), it is a greeting and a welcoming phrase, derived from the verb for wishing someone health and…

Indian Summer

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By Gary Topping– Any memories I had of my first autumn in Utah—1972—are submerged in my recollection of the horrendous winter that ensued, when temperatures sank to minus fifteen degrees. …

The Delightful Haunting

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By Michael Patrick O’Brien– If my dearly departed Irish Catholic mother was to haunt a place, she’d choose the old Sisters of Mercy convent and boarding school in her hometown…

Saint Stephen’s pumpkins at the Historic Monastery Farm

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By Michael Patrick O’Brien– Catholic monasteries are known for many interesting and wonderful things, but probably not for their pumpkins. That all may be about to change, thanks to some…

Carole King and Me

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By Gary Topping– I admit it: I was a pretty weird kid.  I knew it at the time and was unrepentant.  Still am. I rarely listened to popular music.  I…