Eagle Scout Joshua Jones, from Clearfield’s Crew #584, passed away earlier this week. Joshua was recognized by the Council’s National Eagle Scout Association (NESA) earlier this year at the Gathering of Eagles banquet. The Association presented Josh a campership in his name – Joshua’s love of Scouting and its many adventures will be shared by a brother Scout.
Joshua’s viewing will be held Friday evening from 6 to 8 p.m. and Saturday morning from 9 to 10 a.m. His funeral will be at 10:30 a.m. Saturday. That will all be held at the Clearfield South stake center at 2186 S. 125 West in Clearfield.
Read KSL’s article, online at: https://www.ksl.com/?sid=41200201&nid=148&title=clearfield-eagle-scout-dies-after-2nd-brain-tumor-diagnosis
Below is a short write-up that was shared at the Gathering of Eagles banquet.
Despite physical and mental challenges, 16-year-old Joshua Jones worked hard to become an Eagle Scout.
Joshua was diagnosed with a brain tumor when he was 8 years old and underwent six weeks of full brain and spine radiation and 59 weeks of in-patient chemotherapy, his mother, Ruth Jones, explained.
There is no evidence of a tumor now, but since his treatment, he has lost most of his hearing, his thyroid has died, he has no short-term memory and his processing speed is about 50 percent of what it should be.
He has also had a couple of seizures and tires easily.
While he was doing chemotherapy, he still managed to obtain his Arrow of Light and his Super Achiever Award. As he lay on the couch, he wanted his mom to read his Scout manual to him.
To become an Eagle Scout, one has to obtain the cycling, hiking or swimming merit badge.
Swimming was the easiest option for Joshua, so the YMCA in Texas worked with him to achieve it. But then Jones’ troop decided to go for the cycling merit badge, which requires multiple lengthy bike rides, including a 50-miler.
His mother explained that his Scout leaders and his doctors didn’t think he could do it, but Joshua insisted he could. Though it was very challenging and his fellow troop members finished much quicker than he did, he wouldn’t give up, and he completed it.
His mom says, “He doesn’t ever say, ‘I can’t or I shouldn’t,’ he just says, ‘what do we need to do,’ and then he finds a way to do it.”
For his eagle project, Joshua held a carnival and charged attendees one new toy for admission. He then donated the toys to Primary Children’s Hospital. His mother said he remembers what it was like to be bored and sad at the hospital.
Currently, Joshua is mentoring a Webelos Scout and is helping him work toward getting his Arrow of Light. Ruth Jones said the boys in his Scout troop have been like his brothers.
Joshua was presented his Eagle Scout award in November 2015.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Joshua is here tonight – with his mom and dad. Let’s give Joshua a round of applause and recognize him for the unique challenges he has faced while as a Scout.
Josh, will you join me on the stage?
Tonight, on behalf of the Trapper Trails Council’s National Eagle Scout Association, I’d like to present you, Josh, with a campership. This campership, in your name, will be presented to a Scout, within our Council, to attend summer camp – a young boy that would otherwise not be able to afford Scout Camp, will now be able to attend a week-long adventure at one of our camps. Thank you, Josh.
The Council’s National Eagle Scout Association has put together its very first “Partial Pow Wow“… an event to help your Scouts finish up the partials they may have earned while at Scout Camp.
The event will be held at Hull Valley Scout Reservation on August 26-27. Instruction will be available for the following merit badges:
- Environmental Science
- Emergency Preparedness
- Reptile & Amphian Study
- Rifle Shooting
- Shotgun Shooting
- First Aid
- Trail to First Class
If any of your Scouts would benefit from this opportunity, please share this message with them! Scouts will be able to register for up to 3 merit badges to finish.
NESA Chapter Chairman
Well, siks munce ugo, I cudn’t evin spel “Blogger” … an now I are one … Who wudda thunk it?
So, where to start? … Let’s see, … I could start from when I was a Cub Scout – but I have limited memories of those glorious days. How about when I was a Scout … ? Yes, that will work … Ready, here goes …
The sign had a skull and crossed bones and the chilling inscription:
‘BEWARE … THIS LAKE EATS GNUBIES!”
It sounded really bad … ! I wondered why all of the older Scouts had been so anxious for me to see the eerie sign that was posted at the small lake at our Council’s summer camp – Good old Camp Geronimo in Arizona.
“Uh, … What’s a Gnubie?” I asked timidly.
“A GNUBIE,” they said in somber tones, “Is a FIRST-YEAR CAMPER”. I was then really scared – as it hit me: “I am a Gnubie!” (and wondered “Okay, where shall I run?”) [Note: I first pronounced the word with the “GUN” sound at the beginning but I later learned that the word is said with a silent G – so it is “Newbie”!] Well, anyway, I knew that I’d better be careful around that lake. It sounded ominous for those who trespassed near it.
Yes, I was a green gnubie … This was my first trip to Camp Geronimo. I had only been in Scouting for a few months and this was my first time to be away from home for a whole week. I was excited and scared too.
A GNUBIE … (And nothing wrong with the term as long as it doesn’t include harassment!)
Everything in Scouting was a big adventure and (even though I was a little – or should I say BIG – fat kid), I was having a grand time. I liked learning new things. I liked the outdoor cooking, the hikes, and the many fun activities. I was just beginning to be comfortable with the troop and with my patrol. I had learned some basic skills but knew that there was much more to learn.
My Gnubie summer at Camp Geronimo proved to be exciting and full of fun and adventure. I loved every minute of it. (Well, … almost all of it). I had fun with the merit badges and hated the swim test in that ice cold water at the swimming pool. I enjoyed the troop association with my friends, the campfire programs, the camp barbeque (which the Staff swore was the horses that had been “done-in” by Scouts the previous week) and the early morning breakfast horseback ride.
I didn’t like the long hike (which, it seemed, had to be made every few minutes) up the hill to our campsite (Campsite 3 – Blackfoot) – nor the open-air showers. They were definitely not built for the comfort and enjoyment of us Gnubies.
And then there was the long pulley ride – which we rigged from a tall pine tree in our campsite, down across the ravine was scary (and fun – after it was all over). [You couldn’t get away with one of those in camps these days!] You can bet I didn’t like the “Bigfoot” story of the Mongolian Monster that was known to inhabit the area. I don’t think I slept for several days after hearing that story! (And don’t ask the color of the sleeping bag after I was done with it!)
I couldn’t get enough of the trading post. They seemed to have a little of everything there. I very much liked the Sunday church services and my tent mate was super (when we weren’t fighting about something). The Scoutmaster was very helpful to me and the staff was great fun.
My Gnubie week at Camp Geronimo went by all too fast. Before I knew it, we were heading home. But all in all, I had a great time up at the beautiful Camp Geronimo (located about 100 miles north of Phoenix, Arizona). I decided that it wasn’t so bad being a Gnubie. … And I didn’t even get eaten by the lake monster that the sign had warned me about (nor the dreaded “Mongolian Monster”).
I’ve had some really great Scouting experiences through the years – but some of my fondest memories date back to my days as a Gnubie. If I had a chance, I’d be a Gnubie all over again. I’d trade places with you Scouts in a minute. Yes, those were sure great times! (“Troop 155 – The Best Alive!” – as we used to yell everywhere we went).
It has been more than a few years now since I was a Scout but the traditions and methods of Scouting have really not changed much. The ideals of Scouting, the outdoors, the skills and adventures remain the same. That “sameness” makes us brothers eternally through our shared Scouting experiences – no matter when we were – or are – Scouts.
It seems like only yesterday when I too, was a Gnubie going on my first hike and doing the things that you are now doing. So, if you’ll permit me to do so, I’d like to share some of my Gnubie experiences with you. Perhaps a few stories of my climb up the Eagle Trail will be interesting and even helpful to you as you embark upon your own climb.
As noted, I belonged to Troop 155 of Mesa, Arizona. You now belong to another pack, troop or Varsity team – which is probably very much like “good old 155” – though perhaps a thousand or two miles – and many years – away.
We’ve probably both slept under the same starry sky, cooked the same meal in the orange peel, worked on Tenderfoot and Eagle awards and service projects, and served in the same leadership positions.
I’m certain that we’ve sung the same campfire songs and have both seen the same old skits three thousand times each. (Some things never change – even after 40 or 50 years). It’s too bad that some of those skits HAVEN’T changed over the years! They were bad when I first saw them … and they are just as bad now – and maybe even worse. My grandchildren – and your children – will probably see those same old skits – even after another twenty five years!
I hope that you belong to a den or a patrol as full of brotherhood and enthusiasm as was my old Jaguar patrol. I hope your pack or troop is as fun as mine were in 155. I will always remember the spirit of warmth of that great group of guys.
I’d like to share with you some feelings and experiences that have been special to me. Perhaps you can relate to them.
“TROOP 155 … THE BEST ALIVE!” …
Now that I’ve got your attention, … I know that was mean to leave you hanging, but stay tuned for many more adventures to be shared later through this blogsite.
Best wishes along your Scouting Trails … Kevin
Kevin V. Hunt
Author of “Scouting Trails” Books from www.scoutingtrails.com
Connect with Kevin at firstname.lastname@example.org
© Kevin V. Hunt 2016
Kevin V. Hunt
Scouting Historian and Author, Veteran, Camp Director
A HUNDRED YEARS OF SCOUTING AND WHAT IT HAS MADE ME
Greetings! My name is Kevin Hunt. The Trapper Trails Council has invited me to become a regular blogger on your “Scouting Trails” blogsite (and perhaps other council communications). And that feels comfortable since “Scouting Trails” has been my writing moniker for years. Perhaps some of you already know me through my articles published in the Camp Bartlett newsletter which my friend, Jacob Olson, Camp Director, generates – and if you’re REALLY ancient, perhaps when I served in the Old Mt. Ogden District as a Scouting professional (a hundred years ago). I served as the Camp Director at Camp Bartlett 1979 to 1982 and was even at Camp Loll for a summer (1978) with the legendary Delose Conner. Even he was “green behind the gills” as a Camp Director in those days! [And I even got engaged from Camp Loll – proposed by mail … but that is a story for another day!]
So, since you’ll be hearing from me regularly, I would like to introduce myself …
A couple of years ago, I had a grand opportunity. The LDS Church was celebrating its 100-year celebration of its wonderful partnership with the Boy Scouts of America. And because of my involvement with a writing project about the history of Scouting in the church, I found myself in the LDS Conference Center for the greatest of Scouting celebrations. I watched from up front the pomp and grandeur and was amazed and truly grateful for my Scouting participation through the years. One hundred years of Scouting in America and in the LDS Church! Wow! What great milestones! And even more surprising (or downright shocking) is that I’ve personally experienced half of those 100 years myself (and I’m not that old).
I joined the Boy Scouts as a Cub Scout when I was eight years old. That was in 1962 in Mesa, Arizona (in the old Mesa Tenth Ward of the local LDS Church). And I’ve been involved and registered as a Scout or Scouter ever since. (Another WOW!) In those 48 years of Scouting, I’ve experienced some grand adventures. It’s been a great life.
As a Cub Scout, I proudly wore the blue and gold uniform – even to school. (In those days, everyone else was a Cub Scout also – and being such was really cool! It’s still cool in 2016, but we’re a bit more reserved about some things.) Cub Scouting was, and is, a family-centered experience. It was mostly at home with my mom and my brothers (and my sister being the one tied up when we learned knot tying) that my first Scouting happened. It was there that we worked on our achievements toward our ranks and our electives for our arrow points.
It was a proud moment indeed when my dad turned me upside down and mom pinned my bobcat pin on my shirt (until I could do a good turn – and rotate the badge properly). That is a tradition that hasn’t changed in fifty years. I earned my Wolf, Bear, and even my Lion badge (and not many people can boast to that! Yes, I even remember when Webelos meant “Wolf, Bear, Lion, Scout”!)
As a Cub Scout, I was a part of a den of Cub Scouts. I had great den leaders like Gay Killian, Joyce Duthie, and others. The monthly pack meetings with their creative themes, were a lot of fun. One time I was Santa Claus and others in the pack were the reindeer. Still another time, we dressed as and portrayed famous people. My neighbor put a great beard on me and made me look like Brigham Young. My sisters – and even my brothers, too – were my wives! (They’d love that now!)
As I turned 11, I crossed the bridge as a Webelos (Code: We’ll Be Loyal Scouts) or Arrow of Light – and became a Boy Scout. The immortal Betty Ray was my Blazer or 11-year old Scout Leader. And boy, was I ever proud of that new green uniform (even with those strange knee socks – and garters!). That opened up a whole new world to me. I was able to go camping and earn merit badges. (David Moore took me on my first outing.)
I got to go to Camp Geronimo (located northeast of Payson, Arizona, 80 miles north of Mesa, Arizona) I remember my “Gnube” year (“New-bie”) and a sign at the lake about monsters that could/would eat a “gnube”. At Camp Geronimo, we cooked our own troop food, hiked, camped, and had glorious times together in our own traditional Campsite 3 – Blackfoot. I remember good times with such troop legends as Scott, Chris, Ron, Mark, Richard, Mike, Brent, Howard, my brother, Dean, and many more Scouting brothers. We proudly yelled, “Troop 155 – THE BEST ALIVE!”
I can still remember our rotund Scoutmaster, “Mister [G.K.] Nelson” (also our 7th grade science teacher – and who recently died at about age 95!) on the final day of camp. He danced around the campsite spreading oatmeal and singing, “Feed the birdies, … here little birdies”. It was Mr. Nelson who taught me “The Horses Run Around” – still one of my favorite camp songs. I remember the breakfast horseback rides, the campfire programs, the Saturday BBQ, the merit badges, the chilly swimming pool (or was it frozen) and learning another long-time favorite song, “Waddleachee” up on the Mongollon Rim. And I still have hair raise on my neck as I recall the scary legend of the Mongollon Monster.
Those were the greatest of times. I went to Camp Geronimo seven summers – until I went on an LDS Church mission. We also hiked “Four Peaks”, “Sugar Loaf Mountain” and the legendary “Superstition Mountains”. We made two full week treks into the northern Arizona Havasupai Canyon. The waterfalls in the desert canyon were beautiful beyond description.
As a Scout, I advanced from Tenderfoot up to Eagle Scout (and even got four Eagle palms for 20 merit badges above Eagle). I was an Explorer (now called “Venturing”). At age 16, Bishop Max Killian called me as the Webelos leader saying, “I know you’re supposed to be 21 – but you’re it!” My brother, seven years younger, was one of my Webelos Scouts. Then, with “Scoutmaster Jim” Johnson, we took our entire Scout troop from Arizona to Farragut, Idaho and attended the 1973 National Scout Jamboree with some 35,000 other Scouts. I was one of 50 Priests who gave sacrament trays to the 200 Deacons who passed the sacrament to the crowd of LDS Scouts. I still remember the icy cold showers – with water pumped from the bottom of the lake (and our naked silhouettes visible to the world on the orange plastic shower “walls” – ha, ha!).
Well now, a lot of water has gone over (or under) the bridge … A few things have changed, but much is still the same. We have a new “Scout Handbook” (the 13th Edition) but the Scouting skills are much the same as in the beginning. The Scout Oath and Law have become engrained in my mind and heart as I continue to strive to live each point daily in my life. I still proudly wear the Scout uniform and love all that it stands for. I also love my Bill Burch neckerchief slides – which have become my trademark (even when not in uniform).
I’ve since grown up and have enjoyed wonderful moments and great outings with yet another generation of Scouts. My own three sons have made their own treks from Tenderfoot to Eagle Scout and beyond. And now I find myself with seven grandsons who are in Scouting – and I can’t wait do experience Scouting with them and those behind them. That’s another WOW!
I’ve had the great opportunity to be or serve in almost every adult Scouting position as I’ve strived “to give back to Scouting more than it has given to me”. (I’m still hoping someday to fulfill the dream to attend the Philmont Scout Ranch as a participant or instructor at the LDS Relationships Conference …) Even today (though I’m also the Stake Historian), I’m the Advancement Chairman of our three Scouting units within the ward. I’m a “3-Bead Woodbadger” (the ultimate in Scout leader training) and can sing, “I used to be a Wood Badger (or Antelope)” with the best of the red-coat (experienced) Scouters. My own son and his wife recently attended the Cub leader’s equivalent and are on staff for a coming course.
In 1985, I attended a special Church broadcast in commemoration of the 75th Anniversary of Scouting – under direction of General Young Men President, Robert L. Backman. In that celebration, we witnessed columns of Eagle Scouts marching with flags through the Tabernacle. I had my own very special vision of Scouting as I saw those same Scouts transformed and marching in white shirts, ties and black nametags as the missionaries they would become.
It was a wonderful privilege to have been a summer camp director – in seven camps through six states. And I’m proud that I’ve been recognized as a Silver Beaver in recognition for years of volunteer service. I treasure my newly completed collection of all past “Scout Handbook” editions.
Recently I had occasion to serve as a volunteer camp commissioner for a week at good old Camp Geronimo. (And it is still as wonderful!) I found myself on the road and down the hill from our old campsite 3. I stood there – walking stick (half-carved) in hand and for several moments, I thought back and remembered the good old days with Troop 155. Boy, were those great memories!
I also found myself alone in a quiet spot on a picnic table bench at the new health lodge. I there had full view of the camp, the multitude of majestic pine trees and the Mongollon rim high above me. I marveled and expressed gratitude to the Lord for His beautiful creations. It was indeed, a glorious time for reflection of many of the experiences I’d had in Scouting in the 50 years since that first “Gnube” summer.
I noted that I’ve sat around a hundred or more campfire circles, seen the same skits a thousand times each (at least), hiked many beautiful and even some ugly mountains, been to a hundred or more court of honor programs … and it has all been grand and wonderful. I have felt the Lord’s spirit through it all .. And I’m a better man for it!
Then I cried openly (glad no one saw me) as I then saw a long line of what seemed a hundred or two Scouts in full “Class A” uniforms – marching with their own troops against the background of the setting sun and proudly waving their own troop and patrol flags as they snaked down from their campsites to the central flag pole for the nightly flag retreat gathering. It was a pretty awesome sight! WOW!
It really hit me … a DOUBLE WOW! Traditions, uniforms, advancement, the influence of the Scout Oath and Law, doing a good turn daily, the character development, citizenship training, physical and mental fitness, the brotherhood of Scouting, and growing from boy to man – and now Grandpa … from a timid Gnube to confident missionary, husband, father, Scouting leader, and Priesthood holder. That’s what Scouting is really all about. Wow! What a great blessing Scouting has been – from my own Grandfather Ray V. Hunt (a Scout in rural Enterprise, Utah in 1914) to me, my brothers, sons and now onto the next generation with many Scout grandsons. What a legacy! What a heritage! What a great program – truly inspired of God! Over a hundred years and five (or more) generations in the best of the Scouting tradition. Now that’s something to celebrate!
Well, that’s me! I enjoy now becoming a part of your council as a regular blogging contributor. I hope that we can all become good Scouting friends! I hope too, that you will enjoy my articles which I’ll send to you. I would also love to hear back from you. Feel free to write me with your comments and suggestions. You can find me through email@example.com
And with that, let’s get started … on a new Scouting Trails adventure!
Best wishes along your Scouting Trails … Kevin
Kevin V. Hunt
Author of “Scouting Trails” Books from www.scoutingtrails.com
Connect with Kevin at firstname.lastname@example.org
© Kevin V. Hunt 2016
Published in The Saratoga Sun by Madeline Weiss – October 21, 2015
Cor’s nest was not his first choice for an Eagle Scout project-originally, the 15-year-old wanted to build a guzzler for wildlife until he learned of the Bureau of Land Management’s (BLM) need for an artificial eagle nest off Hwy 789. Cor’s project required permitting and working with the system in addition to the actual labor of building the nest. “I thought it was cool that we could build them (the eagles) a nest. That’s crazy,” Cor said. The BLM provided building specs and materials for the nest, which Cor assembled on his own.
On Friday, Cor, with his scoutmaster Cordell Hatch, younger brother Jackson and mother Jana, met up with Frank Blomquist and Sandy Taylor of the BLM to install the structure. The nest Cor built will replace a golden eagle nest that is currently limiting operations of a gravel pit. The intent of the Bald and Golden Eagle Protection Act protects the birds from being disturbed.
According to the Audobon Society, golden eagles typically nest on cliff ledges or large trees. Pairs, who may mate for life, work together to build their nest out of sticks, leaves, grass and moss and defend them. Pairs may have two or more alternate nest sites, and new materials are added each year. Cor’s nest will likely see one to three eggs if it is used.
Basic Energy had Jared Phillips and Ken Carlson bring a wooden pole, approximately 20 feet long, to the site on a truck so the structure could be erected. A base had to be constructed out of sage brush to attract the eagles to the spot and secured to the wooden cradle which sits on top of the nesting structure.
After a generator malfunction interfered with the use of the drill, the nesting center was attached to the pole, then dropped into the hole that was dug when the party arrived to the spot. With the help of Basic Energy’s equipment, the structure was brought to stand straight. Cor, evidently proud of his work, was amazed that he had built something so big, he said. Cor watched with concentration as the pole was brought straight up, then rushed over to help secure it in the ground.
After the erection of the new structure, the old nest was scattered. Cor, with his brother, scoutmaster and Frank, descended into the pit to push the old nest down.
According to Cor, the labor intensive project was important because it “made the eagles a home, and they didn’t have to live in a pit,” adding that it also helps the companies continue working. With this aspect of his Eagle project complete, all Cor has left is paperwork.