Here're a couple of golden oldies from around 45th south in Holladay, Utah; relatively 'old' if you live the relatively short-lived and expansionist Mormon culture of Anglo Utah and the American Intermountain West.
Odd if you've never seen them or are used to the fiberglass simulacra of the present, but when I was a kid in the sixties and seventies, they were the face of Mormon wardhouses on the march forward into the future.
