The local paper publishes the names of all the children born the previous year, or at least the ones whose parents love them enough to pay the required fee, in an annual insert. When we moved, laughing maniacally at that yearly paper was the one thing I knew I'd miss from Rexburg.
BUT IN STEPPED MY MOM TO SAVE THE DAY. She still lives in the area, you see, and just a few months after Jon and I moved to Arizona, a parcel arrived in our mailbox unannounced. I spent the next hour gleefully scoffing at the names and posted the worst offenders to my little blog.
That was nine years ago, and my mom has been mailing me the list ever since. The following is the complete anthology in reverse chronological order - enjoy!