Our First Trip to Salt Lake

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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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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 323200
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Title Our First Trip to Salt Lake
Description and Che clock rests on the mantle, ic has never been as regular as It was when Grandma cared for it. But the love is there-and the memories-and the beauty-and the wealth of the "S6.75 clock." Source* Information taken from back of the clock In possession of the author and from personal Information about the author's grandparents. OUR FIRST TRIP TO SALT LAKE Rose L. Mclff Sterling, Utah Non-Professional Division have transportation." I listened closely for the answer. "Well, maybe we could, but I'm not a vety good driver yet," Papa replied. with breathless excitement I ran to the top of the with a white goose embroideried on the front of it. "LaWaiae, all of us are going on a trip to Salt Lake. Papa said! Won't that be fun?" It was Decoration Day, 1924, and I was six years old. We both raced down the hill to tell Clint, Gene and Louie. Papa had just bought a two-seated automobile, a Model-T Ford, complete with a cloth top having three rectangular glass windows in the back. It had cloth curtains with larger isinglass windows that rolled down in case of storm. He were proud of our new black car, even though it "kicked" when Papa began to crank it to "shoot it off." Sonetimes he cranked until his muscles ached, other times it started right off. Papa said, "I'm not sure I can hold it down clear to Salt Lake or not." Mama agreed, but added in her worrisome way, "Just so we don't hit into something, or run off some high bank. In this kind of a rattletrap we're sure to get killed." Papa shook his head. Everytime he got it all wound up to go uptown, Mama would remind us, "This might be out last ride." To this fearful prediction Papa would reply, "If it would stop when I say 'whoa,' like to our work horses, all my fears would be -72-
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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 323156
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