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Rue Paul Ware

March 19, 1931 – December 18, 2009
Lived 78 years
Orangeville, Utah
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When Rue Paul Ware was born on 19 March 1931, in Mutual, Carbon, Utah, his father, Samuel Guy Ware, was 34 and his mother, Orlinda Pearl Nelson, was 33. He married Nellie Ann Olsen on 15 June 1953, in Manti Utah Temple. They were the parents of 4 daughters. He was in the Airforce, taught Electronics, Shop, and Driver's Ed at Emery High School and worked summers with the Forest Service. He eventually worked in administration for Emery School District. He served as Bishop of the Orangeville Ward and led the construction of a new meetinghouse. He served as Mayor of Orangeville, County Commissioner, and School Board. Nell died in 1979. He married Carol June Bashear in 1984. He lived in Orangeville, Utah. He died on 18 December 2009, in Orangeville, Emery, Utah, United States, at the age of 78, and was buried in Orangeville Cemetery.

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1931
Born March 19
1939
Rue was 8 when "Gone with the Wind" premiered in Atlanta
1942
Rue was 11 when Bing Crosby recorded "White Christmas"
1955
Rue was 24 when the Salk polio vaccine was declared safe and effective
1963
Rue was 32 when Martin Luther King Jr. gave his "I Have a Dream" speech
1977
Rue was 46 when Star Wars opened in theaters
1989
Rue was 58 when "The Simpsons" debuted as a series
1998
Rue was 67 when Google was founded
2005
Rue was 74 when the first video was posted to YouTube
2009
Passed away December 18, age 78
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The Youngs 118w

Home Squared

I've been thinking about Gpa a lot over the last year; with his health problems, all the pictures we worked on, etc. I feel so extremely fortunate to have spent the month or so with him in June while he was up here in rehab. I'm glad Daphne was able to spend so much time with him. She knows exactly who Papa Rue is and whenever she sees pics of him she squeals his name with glee. I've been trying to think of specific memories of him, and while I have them, they are all pretty short and nothing earth shatteringly profound. At first this bothered me. Then I realized that the reason for this is because he was a constant presence in my life. He wasn't there for every little program or anything, and seeing him was never a big deal (except on Christmas Eve). I think that speaks for how important he was. By that I mean that seeing him, visiting him, was just a normal part of my life experience. There are definitive personality traits for which I can recall short little snippets of memories (Chelsie, I'd like a glass of water with three ice cubes placed right here.). And we all laugh at these because we know they illustrate things about Gpa that were aggravating and we loved him all the more for them. More than all that, my thoughts seem to bend less toward the specific and more toward the general. Particularly, what his consistent habitation of the goings on of my life did to shape my perceptions and ideas about what family and community should be. I just finished reading "Dreams of my Father". In it, Obama is trying to figure out who he is and where he fits in the world. He travels to Kenya to meet his father's family. He spends the first part of his trip with the younger family members who live in the capitol city of Nairobi. After a time they travel to where the rest of the family resides and calls "Home Squared". Obama asks them to explain what that means and his sister says: There's your house in Nairobi. And then there's your house in the country, where your people come from. Your ancestral home. Even the biggest businessman thinks this way. He may have a mansion in Nairobi and build only a small hut on his land in the country. He may only go there twice a year. But if you ask him where he is from, he will tell you that that hut is his true home. So, when we were at school and wanted to tell somebody we were going to Alego, it was home twice over, you see. Home Squared. (pg 369) That is what Orangeville, and more specifically, the house that Grandpa built and the land that he tended and loved, is for me. Perhaps that is why I've never felt lost in this world. Grandpa was the embodiment of Home Squared. There are reasons I do not want to live in Emery County. There are the reasons that none of us want to live there and that those who do can't stand about living there. But there are also reasons I yearn to move back. To have Aunt Lori as Daphne's teacher, to run up the street and visit with some family member, to run into someone I'm related to wherever I go, to have Daphne get to know and love all the places and people I know and love, to have the closest friends (family) for myself and Daphne to be so close at hand, to have a vested interest in my local community, to know the story of every rock and tree and canal and ditch and to know every inch of sidewalk in the town for myself. The scenes of 95% of my nightly dreams are locations in Emery County. Liza posted some Halloween pics on Facebook and I knew where every single picture was taken. I look through Gpa's pics and feel more at home than when I am sitting in my own house. What I wouldn't give to have East Mountain be within view at all times! I owe this love for home to Grandpa, directly and indirectly. For the stories he shared with me and with my mother that she then shared with me. For the work he did to help build and shape the county, school district, mountains, Orangeville, and his own home. These things he did created an environment that left me so wholly connected to a place and the people in that place, that he is, to my mind, inexorably linked to that environment. That they are one and the same.

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The Youngs 118w

From Lori Ware Labrum

Yesterday morning this was shining brightly in the sky. I thought about Dad and how we would share the wonders of the sky. He would call me when he saw something beautiful like a sunrise or the moon big and bright. For an instant I thought "Wow, I need to call Dad and tell him to look outside." But then, maybe he was seeing it, too.

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The Youngs 118w

From Neal Peacock

This goes without saying, but I'm going to say it anyway. I sure do miss the old guard at the district. Your Grandpa didn't worry about whether or not he would upset people or make enemies. He just did what needed to be done. He did what was needed to make things work the way they are supposed to. We really need that right now.

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From Wendy Knudsen

How many people out there can actually remember who their Driver's Ed teacher is? Lucky for us around our age group, it was your dad! I remember finishing up the driver's training right around my birthday. It seemed like EVERYONE had a birthday before me and I was one of the last to get a driver's license. The last day I was driving, we (me and someone else were driving together that day) stopped at the rest area between Castle Dale and Ferron (near the Orangeville turnoff?). Your dad filled out the paperwork on the little piece of paper and signed off on it that I had completed all the requirements and passed everything satisfactorily. Then he folded that paper twice. I was in the driver's seat ready to drive back to Ferron. As I was exiting the rest area, I came to a complete stop . . . just past the stop sign! With that, you dad shook his head and said, "Wendy, I just signed off on this! I'm going to have to do something." With that, he tore off a small corner of that folded paper and said he was sure that I would remember to stop in FRONT of the stop sign instead of past it! :o) I'm sure the DMV office wondered why my paper had this little tear in it! And who knew that it would be YOUR dad that would help prepare me for navigating the freeways in southern California all these years later!

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