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Remembering my Bountiful roots
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Kendalyn Harris

After the massive windstorm that hit Davis County December 1, 2011, I was amazed by the monstrous trees that had toppled, their roots peeled from the ground in an instant. Some of the uprooted trees had easy access to water. The roots weren’t strong and deep.

The water supply didn’t require them to penetrate deeper to find nourishment. It made me consider my own roots. 

When I was 11, I wanted a bike. Not a prissy pink bike С it was silver and black. I admired it at the store weekly. Picking vegetables at the Bountiful Bangerter Farm was one of the only places where an 11 year old could earn money so I started there, along with our paper route. After a summer of hard work, I proudly walked up to the register with the bike and bulging pockets of money I had saved. That bike was my ticket to penny candy at The Cottage, swimming at “The Bubble”, and frosty mugs at Servus Drug. That bike represented the start of my strong Bountiful-grown roots. My parents knew that my sweat and tears would blossom into a deeper sense of what is possible with work and perseverance. 

Often, growing moments stemmed from times mentors took an interest in me. Sherry and Jim Parker lived two houses down and were students of the Constitution. They nurtured my love for country when I went to their home to read and discuss Cleon Skousen’s books.

Mrs. Bean was my creative writing teacher at Viewmont. She told me about an essay contest sponsored by the American Legion. When I won the local contest, she arranged for me to record my essay at a radio station so I could submit the recording to the next level. 

Brandon Thacker was the neighborhood caucus chair when I was 18. He encouraged me to run as a county delegate and coached me through the process when I won. Anne Christensen invited me to participate in the Davis County Republican Women Club. When I told her I couldn’t pay the $20 membership fee, she told me another woman in the club had offered to pay it for me. 

Thanks to countless nurturers, my roots have anchored me in times of storm and trouble. And while I can’t repay them, I will nourish the roots of children who grow near me. 

Work, perseverance and caring mentors will give future generations tools to thrive. 

Kendalyn Harris is a candidate for the 2013 Bountiful City Council race. The Clipper has not endorsed any candidates.

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