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Should we be alarmed?

Posted by on 12 Mar 2020 | Tagged as: blog

Should we be alarmed?

I’m a downwinder of the open air nuclear testing of the 1950s.
When I was in junior high school, the government conducted a testing program of
the students in St. George, Utah.
In the old quonset shaped brick gymnasium were assembled a drove of doctors of
all sorts to test the students of the junior high and high school.
I remember the dentists could tell if a student lived in neighboring Santa Clara
by the perfect teeth we had due to the mineral content of our culinary water.
A few days later, we’d see some students in school with a scar on the base of
their throats. They’d had an operation on their thyroid gland because of the
effects of the radiation on them.
My friends and I surmised that it was because of where they lived. Many live
in the Washington and St. George fields away from the ridges and mountains
where the winds would come from southern Nevada unhindered.
The Ivins bench seemed effected and places like Veyo too.
Later I realized that it was due to other factors besides the fallout.
During the 1950s many films were made in Washington County Utah.
Among those was “The Conqueror” starring John Wayne and Susan Hayward.
Many in the cast later developed some form of cancer which was attributed to
the fallout in the sands of Snow Canyon and elsewhere where filming was done.
Most of those were alcohol drinkers and heavy smokers..
Mac Hafen, a small boy at the time, spent time with his trick pony on the set.
Some of his family have over the years developed cancer and some have
even died from it. Yet Mac, now in his early 70s, hasn’t.
Why? He was on the set. He would have played in the dirt of Snow Canyon.
Those with the cancer troubles weren’t there. Some weren’t even born.
What made the difference?
There are other factors. Let’s say the straw that broke the camel’s back.
He came from a farm family who operated a nursery.
A man, Ivin Wittwer, used trichogamma wasps for bug control. He couldn’t have
them shipped to the Ivin’s Post Office, which was in the same building and
common area as the nursery, because the out gassing poisons in the nursery
would kill the little wasps.
The use of these poisons and the smelling of the out gassing in that and other
local nuseries, could have been that straw.
We are so alarmed over the outbreak of a new virus worldwide and yet we
still are spraying poisons on every green blade of grass or spraying
pre-emergence poisons all over our yards, streets and byways.
And as spring begins, the pest control sprayers are starting out in force
spraying poisons in and around every house and building.
If someone’s immune system isn’t compromised already, it will be.
A brother of mine has had leukemia and a nervous disorder for years.
He was improving until the yard guy sprayed lawn, rock, and concrete
around his apartment complex with a pre-emergent poison..
The straw that breaks the camel’s back.
Poison is still poison.
The canaries are dying and warning us of the danger we all face because
of the use of poison on everything all the time.
Shouldn’t we be as concerned about that as we seem to be over the new virus?

Jay Beacham

A new book The Canaries Are Dying:

Explains about many poisons in our modern society that are compromising people’s immune systems.

Trichogamma Wasp

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My e-book store

Posted by on 11 Feb 2020 | Tagged as: blog

You like to read?

Try some of the selections at my online bookstore:

12 books there now

One has part two to be added and one the contents in English to be added.

A short story collection is coming.

Poetry, language learning, singing, health, an adventure story, history, and even a coloring book.

Some that may interest you:

The Lost Canaries are dying book                                                                                                                                                                   The total files of this ill health book in a computer language that needs translating

into English)

The Canaries Are Dying

Singing is Fun and Healthy-(

(blog entries from web site)

Facts About Abraham Lincoln
Many known and unknown facts about the 16th president of USA)

Tabletop Box

A Knight and a Dragon
(A fun adventure story.)

My Imagination Coloring Book
(a reuseable coloring book)

Under Red Cliffs-a Poetry Anthology
(Poetry by Jay Beacham)

Hope you ind your way to my e-book store.


Love Song CD Collection For Valentine’s Day 2020

Posted by on 10 Feb 2020 | Tagged as: blog

Love Song CD Collection For Valentine’s Day 2020

Friday the 14th of February is Valentine’s Day this year.
give yourself and/or your loved one the Love Song cd collection @
Love Songs I, II, III, IV, V
5 albums with 24 to 26 songs per cd
Marica said of one of the song recordings:
“this is beautiful Jay! =)”
“I just love your smooth, deep voice! Awesome!”
Bee A. said: “This is awesome!!!!!!!!!! You have the nicest voice!!!!!!!!!”
Each cd sells for $20.
Buy all 5 and it’s only $15 a piece of $75 for all 5.Jay 2

House I Live in

Lincoln’s Ghost and Me

Posted by on 10 Feb 2020 | Tagged as: blog

Lincoln’s Ghost and Me

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I started portraying Mr. Lincoln in 1972 at Dixie Junior College in St. George Utah.
I was a seated Abraham Lincoln on a float a girl’s housing apartment complex entered into the Homecoming parade.
A guy from the drama department makeup class manufactured a chin beard on my face.
The department costume lady got me a set of Lincoln clothes.
I sat on a chair like the monument in DC at the Lincoln Memorial amid guys from the associated men student leadership.
One black ball player and a white guy as modern students, one man as a Confederate soldier and one as a Union soldier of the Civil War.
The float’s point was that the past made modern schooling available to all.
I was in a play or two for the fun of it, even being the sound engineer for one play and did a weekly radio news program but nothing more about Lincoln.

Later I attended Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah.
One of my first classes was stage makeup.
The instructor thought that I and another fellow had facial structures similar to Lincoln and we should learn to use make up for old Abe.
We studied the face and on a drawing we made, we designed how we should use lines and shadowing and highlights of grease paints and makeup pencils to look more like Mr. Lincoln.
I found out that my health was adversely effected by those paints and gave it up and tried something else.
I was in several plays and in two operas but mostly not for credit but for fun having been asked to participate.
I was a voice in a radio play and then left school for work.

In the 1980s I stared doing one man appearances as Abraham Lincoln teaching the principles of integrity that can be learned from Honest Abe.
I developed a script to introduce him based on stories of the appearance of Lincoln’s Ghost in the White House and elsewhere.
By this time my facial hair was coming in full and dark and I made a good Mr. Lincoln.

But then life and work got in the way of doing more with my Lincoln’s Ghost character.
I did other one man shows and some stage and film acting.
In 2004 I dressed as Lincoln for the Republican Party County Lincoln Day Breakfast
to deliver the Gettysburg Address.

Then when 2009 came around and the 200 year anniversary of Lincoln’s birth drew near,
I thought now was the time to do Lincoln in a big way.
But my beard was getting very white even though my head hair has stayed dark for longer.
At first I thought this would be a problem.
Then I reasoned, no problem, a ghost would look ghosty.
To make the beard not stark white as I have it for some other characters I’ve played and still do, I color the beard a little with charcoal. This makes it a little darker, grayish really, and I can be Lincoln’s Ghost not a Lincoln impersonator.

I’d been working in St. George Live performances for several years
portraying Jacob Hamblin and Brigham Young
and being close to the city staff running the Pioneer Opera House,
I contracted to rent the hall and put on Lincoln’s Ghost.

I’ve done it for four years now. 2009, 2010, 2011, 2014.
One year I was in Ghost Tours in Santa Clara in October
and one year appeared at the Washington County Fair so people could get their photos taken with Mr. Lincoln.
Another year I attended the St. George City 4th of July day celebrations as Mr. Lincoln
at the political booths, photos with celebrants, road in the little train, helped judge the hot dog eating contest and was interviewed by a TV News program.

I’ve presented Lincoln’s Ghost to both Democrat and Republican Parties, to public, private and home schools, to a policeman convention.
One year, the students at Red Mountain Elementary School who were studying US History met with Lincoln’s Ghost in the gym.
2012 saw Lincoln’s Ghost at the Washington (Utah) County Fair where he recited some of his poetry at the Poetry contest, had his photo taken with the Fair princess, and people could get their photos taken with Lincoln’s Ghost.
In 2014, St. George hired me to tell stories as Mr. Lincoln on President’s Day February 22.
Whereas other years the show had been on February 12th-Lincoln’s birthday anniversary.
Lincoln’s Ghost in Pleasant Grove, UtahPoetry, 

Lincoln’s Ghost at the Utah Patriot Camp.
“Wednesday, June 7, 2017! Camp will begin at 9:30. We’ll start with the flag ceremony and the Gettysburg Address. At about 9:40, we will separate and go to the different stations. The six groups will rotate through the six stations. ages 5 to 13 and older teen leaders.” The young people asked many questions about the presentation: some funny ones are recounted at: The presentation included Lincoln’s poetry and the “wild bear chase”. Hear a re-telling of it:
2019 for President’s day, Lincoln’s Ghost was at the Veterans Home in Ivins, Utah. He told his advise about how the government should be and he sang some songs. One can be heard at
February 12, 2020 is Lincoln’s Birthday anniversary and President’s day is February 17th. Do you need Lincoln’s Ghost at your school or event? Contact him at: there are 5 page links at the top of the page that tell about Lincoln’s Ghost. And you can find the 2009 one man show on You Tube and promos for 2010 and 2011 there too.

One man asked when I was going to do another show. Soon. It will be: The Wisdom of Lincoln.

See more at:

Promote your business-make a video

Posted by on 06 Feb 2020 | Tagged as: blog

Promote your business-make a video

Do you want to promote your small business or your great idea or your knowledge about a subject?

Making a video to post on the internet may help a lot.

You need to speak yourself  at least for part of it so that people will see that you are a real person.

But you might need a Spokesperson’s voice for your business too.

If you do use one, why not get the voice of Jay Beacham?

He’s  helped businesses over the years with their narration needs.

Here are a few examples:

The Make It Easy Toothpaste dispenser company :

The Gozunder Toilet Seat Riser company :

Suzann Capra Grabina and her ”Speak With Ease”
English Accent and Pronunciation Lessons :

The Southwest Science Foundation’s radio program that promotes it’s projects and science center:

Or you can use his voice for your radio or Television ad :

Voice overs in English and German.

Need a spokesperson voice?

Get Jay Beacham

Can we make the new year bring what we want?

Posted by on 01 Jan 2020 | Tagged as: blog


Can we make the new year bring what we want?
It’s a new calendar year and the statements of making our own destiny abound.
Let’s take a look back with my 20/20 hindsight at the 2019 calendar year.
I hadn’t planned any of these things.
On January 3,  a contractor cut down bamboo on my property and stole it.
In March, he cut down a 34 year old tree and stole it and cut it a second time
along with many seedling trees.
The police would do nothing about it.
In May,  I suffered a heart attack.
In June, my pickup broke down and stayed that way most of the rest of the year.
I never planned any of those happenings.
A friend of mine just died in the last week of the year.  His family was surprised
as he was happy and healthy.  I’m sure that wasn’t in his plan.
On the last day of the year,  my oldest son’s pickup died on the road and had to
be towed. Certainly not in his plan.
In all our desires and dreams for the coming year of our lives, we cannot control
the actions of others, mechanical breakdowns (a local judge once said that
people should know where their cars will break down or run out of gas.
How rediculous.), our health, or the end of life.
Making plans is a good thing but if life happens to change all of our goals
and plans, it doesn’t mean we are less of a person because those goals
weren’t attained as some of the statements of  ”We can be what we decide”.

Unions as I see them

Posted by on 21 Nov 2019 | Tagged as: blog

In the early 1970s, I lived in Provo, Utah.
Needing a job, a man at church said go to the Missionary Training Center Building
project where he worked.
I did only to learn that it was a union job and if not already a union member, I
couldn’t get hired.
Later I was employed by a construction company, Distinctive Structures.
We build pole buildings in northern Utah and southern Wyoming.
One job we had was for a dairy in West Mountain, Utah, on the south west side of
Utah Lake, just north of Santaquin. we were constructing a milking shed.
Treated forms were installed for the base between the poles, then metal siding
and roofing over the trusses. The cement floor would be poured later inside those
One day two new men showed up for work. Both from the carpenter’s union.
They were older that me and had been carpenters with the union for many years.
So they took over as the boss was not there that day.
They started to build it wrong at the base which would cause problems when
we reached the rafters. I informed them of their error to no avail.
They were union men and knew it all.
When the sides reached the roof area, the error was very apparent and needed
to be remedied.
The two know it all union men came cap in hand to me begging that I help
solve their problem, saying, “Afterall, you’ve built these things before.”
I solved their problem so that we could continue building.
The owner had made some kind of contract with the union that only their
members could work for him and former employees, who were non-union,
couldn’t join. So I was fired,
Utah is a right to work state and a person doesn’t have to join a union to work.

An attorney said that since the job was such a low paying one that fighting the
issuse woluldn’t be worth while.
Maybe so, but the principle was the point.
Had I know about the National Right to Work Committee then, I may have
pressed the issue. I dIdn’t, so I dropped the matter.

My take on that, unionism promotes arrogance, poor workmanship, poor
quailfications, and a host of other ills.

Later while living in Cottage Grove, Oregon, I worked at a manufacturing plant.
I held several positions. One was cleanup. I went from doing one man’s job to
doing 5 men’s jobs and still had time to clean windows on the south side of the
plant, not cleaned in anyone’s memory. And this all on a daily basis.
Did I get paid more for more work? No. Pay only increased per union schedule.
I didn’t have to join the union, and was glad I didn’t.
“Some hot shot young man shouldn’t get paid more than the old guy who’s been
here a long time.” Was the union attitude.
The shop foreman of the International Machinist’s union asked me why I
didn’t join. Later he complained that they paid dues monthly, but the international
union did nothing for them.
Why should I join? So I didn’t.
The retirement pay was good at 1cent per hour worked. But the owners most
likely would have paid that or more anyway.
A year or so later, the local union went on strike. The company hired scabs
because this was their tax write-off comapany, so it didn’t matter to them.
And even though the 2 men at the pickett line sat there for over a year, the inter-
national union never did anything for them.

A cousin in Las Vegas couldn’t work for a year or two because of union strikes.
Are unions any good?
I’d say no.
Unions are run by men who don’t work but get paid well by those who do, dues
paying workers. They don’t have to help workers because they are now set.
The value unions once affored workers no longer exists.




Who are the Real Criminals?

Posted by on 17 Nov 2019 | Tagged as: blog


Seldom do people read what I write or listen to what I say,
but I feel I must write and talk about this.

A few years ago, I thought I should inverst in gold and silver.
Not having much in the way of funds, I choose to buy on options.
I infested in a company that seemed reputable.
Things went well and I started getting checks every month or so on earnings.
Then my broker was no longer with the company.
The new guy seemed very concerned that I not lose money, telling me when to sell
before the market dropped.
The company motto being “Buy, Sell, or Trade at any time.”
One Monday he called, “May need to sell”.
The next day, he called, “Don’t need to sell. Check on Friday.”
On Friday I called. He was at lunch not to return that day.
On Monday the market fell and I lost all unless I put in more money.
I did. Shortly after that, the owner of the firm was caught with his car trunk full
of gold bullion leaving the firm. He had priviosly withdrawn large sums from the
local Wachovia Bank on a daily basis over several months time. During that time,
he kept informing his reps to sell more.
It was learned he had stolen $29 million from the firm and investors.
He was caught, tried, sentenced to 12 years in a gentleman’s prison, replete
with a furlough system, and ordered to pay back $19 million to investors.
A law firm for the victims started the process of liquidating all holdings of the
company, obtaining judgement against every principle broker and advisor of the
company and any other means possible to raise the $19 million plus their fee.
What had this guy done with all the money?
Wachovia Bank was bought out by Wells Fargo, so they even went after Wells
Fargo for $3 million for allowing the improper withdrawing of monies by the owner
of the investment firm.
After liquidating every property, even the office furniture, the Wells Fargo money
was needed for investors to get paid back.
I was only out $21,400, but spoke to an Atlanta investor who was out $140,000.
One man even had lost $538,000.
Wells Fargo lost and made a payout of $1.3 million, with their attorneys and
the victims’ attorneys getting paid their time on the case out of that settlement.
After the victims attorneys had collected $650,000 wages(only by the hour the
judge said. $350 to $500 or more per hour. Wouldn’t that be a nice hourly wage?),
they determined there was no more for them to get from this case and made a
settlement among the victiims of a penny on the dollar.
My $21,400 became $214.00.
“Accept or get nothing.”
The guy with the $538,000 loss had died, his heirs got about $5,380.00,
not even enough to pay for his funeral.
Why bring this up?
Who were the crooks in this case? The owner of the investment firm?
Or the Judge and the attorneys?
You decide for yourself, but I tend to believe that the legal people were the real
criminals here.


A Girl’s First Job

Posted by on 09 Sep 2019 | Tagged as: blog


A Girl’s First Job

Recently I was asked to accompany a woman I know on her visit to see her father
and other family in Trofaiach, Austria. I’d lived near there as a 19 year old LDS
missionary 50 years ago. Many things have really changed there but some things
have not. The hospitality of the people is much the same as it was then.
This woman and I had time to talk at the meal tables and on walks and outside
on the stairs or on the patio. The following is some of what she told me about
her first job in Sankt Gallen, Austria. A distance of 57.6 klicks from Trofaiach.
About an hour by car. The road goes through Eisenerz. Back then there was
a passenger service by train between Sankt Gallen and Trofaiach.
This is some of what she told me happened to her during the two years on her
first job. 8/11/2019
Jay Beacham

Meet Ilse Kubik, a pretty 17 year old girl from Trofaiach, Austria.

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In the early 1970s she was out of school and wanted to become a nurse.
Because it would take 3 years study, followed by 3 years nursing service in
an underdeveloped country, her mother suggested another kind of a job in the
mean time so she could earn money right away instead of spending so many
years spending money before she could start earning.
She looked in the want ads for jobs, saw one she liked, applied for it and within
a day or two was hired.
She would be the personal secretary to a court judge in Sankt Gallen, a town
about an hour north of Trofaiach. She’d go on Monday, stay in an apartment for
the week, then return home on the weekends.
What an adventure this would be without straying to far from home.
She got on the train the first day and rode to Sankt Gallen. From the train station
it required a walk of some distance to get to where she would work.
She acquired housing on the second story of a store. It was the whole floor with
glass windows all around it.
Her boss was a judge from Klagenfurt. He’d drive her home on Fridays on the
way to his home. On Mondays she’d take the train or a young man friend of hers,
Jurgen Reisner, would drive her to work.
One day she missed her train. The only train going that would get her to
work on time was a locomotive  freight train. She talked to the engineer, who
allowed her to ride along on the engine. The coal man always filling the boiler
made it hot and the soot made her face, hands, and clothes black. But she got
there early enough to make the long walk and be at work on time.
Her job consisted of accompanying the judge as he went to investigate traffic
accidents. She’d record everything in shorthand and then upon returning to the
office, type it all for the records.
The first accident they went to was a two truck wreck. One driver was yelling in
pain. They got him out but he lost both of his legs. She later saw him in the
court house legless, in a wheelchair.
It wasn’t always so dramatic.
Nights her peace would be interrupted by boys pitching pebbles at the windows.
One night a window was broken by the rock tossers.
Her Uncle Max was informed of the situation and came up with a plan to put an
end to the trouble.
Max was her mother’s brother. He was an interesting character. As a boy he
had gotten polio which left him in a wheel chair with little control of his upper body.
But Max was a good natured kind of a guy, making do with his limited mobility,
became a fine artist dealing in oils, ink, watercolor. He excelled at it. I really like
his ink drawings, though I don’t care much for his modernistic stuff.
He became so proficient at chess, that the city of Leoben chess club expelled
him because no one could ever beat him at the game.
I was a missionary there in Leoben and lived up the street on the downhill side of
Barbaraweg (Barbaraway) street. He and his mother lived in a one level apartment
house on the same side of the street. My missionary companion and I would often
stop and get him and wheel him to church meetings in town or just to visit.
Max knew many missionaries before and after me. He became good friends with
them all.
To solve Ilse’s night pebble problem, Max recruited 8 missionaries, Jurgen Reisner
and some other young men to go to Ilse’s place. That night when the pebbles stared,
a young man would open and lean out the window being hit and yell. After several
windows were tried, the throwing stopped and never occurred again as long as she
lived there. Max’s plan worked.
Once after that a pebble did strike one of her windows one afternoon.
When she looked out it was the owner of a neighboring gasthaus (guesthouse)
who’d thrown the stone.
He’d come to ask her to work as a waitress for him nights after her regular job.
She took the side job. The gasthaus was very busy at that time of year with guests
from all over coming nightly for meals, beer, entertainment and socializing.
She became an instant favorite of the patrons.
One of her admirers sent flowers, candies, and the like over a period of time.
Finally by letter her secret admirer arranged to meet her in the afternoon between
her jobs and take her for a ride in his car so they could talk.
She waited for the appointed time. The admirer sent a young man in a sports car
to pick her up. She went with him not knowing that the admirer was following in the
car behind them. Later he revealed himself and Ilse learned he was married.
She promptly informed him that she didn’t go out with married men. That ended the
Once, her friend Renatta, who worked for a dentist, received an invitation for she and
Ilse to go to a party at a ski resort with two young men on a Friday night. They went.
And after the party on the way down the mountain the girls expressed concern about
the speed the car was traveling. At that the young men asked them to get out and
walk home.
They got out and were soon left in a very dark forest. So dark in fact that they had to
feel their way from tree to tree. After a while they came upon a ski hut, entered and
spent the night there.
The morning dawned sunny and bright. Their arms were covered in sores.

Later they learned that parasites that had been in the blankets had attacked them.

The sores continued for some time until doctors solved it for them. Ilse only had one
outbreak of it after that, which she solved by using Vicks vapor rub. Her cat didn’t
like the smell and she surmised that the parasites wouldn’t either. She was right.
Her doctor thanked her and wrote that down so as to use for his patients in the future.
They started to walk down the very, very steep road, grateful that they hadn’t been in
that car the night before.
One man who visited the gasthaus was from Amsterdam. He was so impressed
by Ilse that he offered her a job at his company in Amsterdam at the end of summer.
She declined the offer as she had already made up her mind to move to America
and get married.
She did get married in America and still lives in the United States.
She’d spent a wonderful two years working in Sankt Gallen, Austria with many
exciting experiences.
So ends her story of her first job, well first two jobs.


Posted by on 07 Sep 2019 | Tagged as: blog

Why are people fascinated with parades?

One went past my house today.  Heritage Days?  Nothing about heritage in it at all.

Many spectators stood and sat under the shade of the trees in front of my house as they always do.

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There was a scout color guard bearing the flag while a speaker in a jeep blasted a girl singing the national Anthem in anything but a traditional style.

A school marching band,  cars, trucks, flat beds carrying people waving flags, arms, and throwing candies at the onlookers.

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One with some cub scouts.  One with some little children.

There was the current Tuacahn Broadway show float advertising “The Littlest Mermaid”.

Of course the incumbent politicians in golf carts, throwing candy to win support and show they care for the citizens, though that is all they  do for the citizens.

A radio station truck blaring their music.

And of course, there were the Princesses’ cars and float.

We fought to found a new country with no royalty but deep inside people still long to worship royalty of some kind.

Explain that.

Over the years I have watched many parades for all kind of occasions, even rode on floats and walked in some.

The best views, besides maybe the ones on Television, were from roof tops in St. George, Utah while I was repairing roofs  along Tabernacle Street and St. George Blvd on 100 north.

The parades use to end with the National Guard driving a tank or truck of some gun down the street, sort of like the military parades that some countries still have.

But now it ends with a firetruck, ambulance, rescue vehicle, etc. making a noise with the siren.  There were all three today.

Then the parade was over.

Why do we have these things anyhow?

To show how great we are? Advertise? Waste time and money?

Who knows.  Certainly I don’t.


Note: The photos are from a Heritage day parade in 2009

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