The Casket with the Window

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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 The Casket with the Window
Description insisted on canning a good supply as well as drying what we could not can. We had a few cattle, horses, and chickens to feed and care for also, We were a typical family just trying Co survive the best we could. Father made sure everything was in order before he left. I had been working side by side with my father and brothers since I was born and I knew father trusted me with keeping everything going while he was gone, Olive was the oldest girl younger than I, at age ten, and she was a great help to mother in ~'_ the house. Eva was five and Erda just two, so .-:.: mother had her hands full. But with Olive's ,J help we managed quite well. ','.; We made a game of gathering the vegetables ,.-'r and picking up the fruit off the ground when it -r-w fell from the trees. The little girls would scream with delight or sheer terror, I'to not sure' i<*. which, when they squished a rotten pear or apple -~.L in their bare toes. . Mother took time to sit in the shade when the ,..' afternoon sun was hot. vIot long she sat, for . .. there seemed to always be an abundance of things *; to keep her busy. But as she sat near the hawbush and red plum tree under the shade of the cotton-woods, she would smile and almost laugh at her children trying to help out as they giggled thinking the work was a game made up just for them, or as they played teeter-totter and other ¦-¦„¦ childhood games on the old pole fence that ran in front of the house. Yes, we were comfortable there in our sturdy rock home and its surroundings. As harvest season drew to an end I watched my mother become pale and tired as she got closer to the birth of her baby. Deep inside me I was scared but dare d not let ttjv fee 1 m^s show. Thad been around for the birth of the other six children, but so had father. I knew well how fast Augusta Stevens, the midwife, would get here when the time came, but somehow that wasn't much comfortt I think I realized just how much father was missed. Education was important. Father insisted that we go to school while he was gone. So we were washed and combed and sent to school. 1 started 95
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Date Created 2005-02-23
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