Ironing the Memories

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 27
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1995
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title Ironing the Memories
Description IRONING THE MEMORIES Camille Olsen Lindsay Professional First Place Anecdote "Will you iron my clothes for Sunday School?" my son. Bruce, asked as he stood before me with a beach towel wrapped around his skinny 12-year-old frame I went to the closet and retrieved the ironing board and plugged in the iron I began ironing Ironing is a pleasant chore, for it gives time so ruminate, and my mind drifted to the old flat-iron on the black iron wood-stove that stood in the corner of the kitchen in Grandma Bartholomew's house I slipped into my childhood and another era remote from my mechanized, technical, and fast-paced lifestyle of today Simplicity was a way of life then Grandma Ada Bartholomew was a small lady, and as I remember her. she had long braided, white hair, with the braids wrapped around the back of her head Grandma always seemed happy and concerned about others, although she lived on meager means She lived alone, and she sewed and wrote letters to servicemen and missionaries In one west corner of the kitchen was a slack of letters in a box Always, there was sewing and the Hat-iron on the stove, hot for service at a moment's need Sometimes, she ironed my lace fringed cotton dresses stiff with starch She was sometimes unduly concerned about kids in the neighborhood and often came to our house whenever she heard someone crying Her house was two away from ours, next to the North Ward Church house, and it had a bam in the block interior behind As I sipped hot chocolate Ovaltine from a porcelain cup and saucer. I never had a hint of the struggles she had with life She never spoke of Grand pa. Amasa Franklin Bartholomew, and his death in the flu epidemic of 1918, or raising !2 children as a widow She never spoke of moving her family from Fayette to Ephraim by wagon, or washing, ironing and sewing to pay for food and shelter She made my childhood days happy and 1 went to Grandma's house one day to play my clarinet She smiled through a squeaky and missed-note rendition of "Ave Maria " We often had peddlers come door to door to sell fruit and vegetables One day I decided to "make money." so I cleaned out the bottom fruit and vegetable drawers of the fridge and peddled my wares down the street I must have been four or five Most of the neighbors gratefully declined to buy Grandma let me in and gave me two pennies for an 84
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch 27
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326268
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