Memories of Ephraim

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 11
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1979
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
ID 323200
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Title Memories of Ephraim
Description MEMORIES OF EPHRAIM Olive W. Johnston Salt Lake City, Utah First Honorable Mention Personal Recollection I was born in a house built by my great-great-grandfather. By running through the property- The owls at night Joined in an eerie weird moonlight callst and the oiorning doves, not to be outdonet chimed in vith their to-hoot-ta-hoo! I vas born in the springtime of the year in the little college town of Ephraim, Utah-a town rich in its historical background. me many things, but she saved my life when I vas but three years in a tub of water and she rolled the water out and the life back She had a calmness about her and a firm testimony of the gospel they had serious illnesses. She always seemed to know what to do. She had learned many of the ways to relieve misery and often used cures taught to her family by the Indians. She had her own pharmacy, consisting of countless dried herbs that she prepared herself. I learned from her how to dry corn and apples, make soap, weave As my little brother was eight days old, he became very ill and bless him aod give him a name. Grandma took hold of my hand and said, "Come, we must stand by and add our own silent prayers." From then on I knew my little brother would get well. Many were the hours we spent together reading to each other My grandmother believed true happiness cooes from within-and taught us that there was no room for quarreling, being disagreeable or abusive in the home. My favorite place to play was my tree house high in the top of tales and spend many hours in the land of make believe. In the shade of the old apple tree my father made a swing of wooden poles. It was fifteen feet high and three people could awing -33-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 11
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 323144
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