Childhood Days of Summer

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 17
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1985
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 Childhood Days of Summer
Description is filled with the songs of birds; apple trees are in bloom with cluster upon cluster of gorgeous white flowers . I breathe deeply ani thank God for the gift of being alive and free in springtime. Now I'm home again. I pull off my shoes and socks, put on my old clothes, and run out into the yard to play - How good the dirt feels to my bare feet. Until school starts in the fall, I am not to don ny shoes again, except on Sundays and to go to town to celebrate the Fourth of July. One of our most pleasant experiences in the summertime was to go swimming. We had two favorite swimming holes. One was the creek that angled across the road about 1/2 block east of our home and the other was in the flume around the corner. We really didn't swim, we mud-crawled. At first the water was high, muddy and swift, but later in the summer it became a slowly moving stream, clear and blue, cleansed by the many pebbles that lined the creek bottom. Here the big wooden dividers sent one stream north and one stream west. On both sides of the divider grew beautiful pink wild roses which formed a protective wall, shielding us from- curious passersby, and sending out their sweet perfume. We lay lazily in the flume and breathed deeply of their lasting fragrance. How clearly and fondly I remember the playhouses we built in the cool shade of the apple tree as the days grew warmer. Our table was an old pasteboard box, but our tablecloth was something to behold. When mother was a young girl, she had made several wall hangings that now lay folded In the top drawer of her dresser. How beautiful were the roses, morning glories, and sweet peas all etched in bright colors on elegant purple velvet. After much coaxing and begging, Mother reluctantly let us take one of these artistic pieces to grace our table.. How proud we were to display it to our playmates. On this magnificent table set with pieces of broken china for plates, our little bits of homemade bread ant1 sugar lumps became the most delicious meals imaginable. 70
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Date Created 2005-02-23
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