A Time for Growing Up

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 18
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1986
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
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Title A Time for Growing Up
Description For Grace it had been more than that. It had affected her deeply. She wasn't a kid anymore. Seeing those little animals clubbed to death was something she didn't enjoy. The younger kids hadn't minded at all, but a young lady was more sensitive to that kind of thing. She walked through the house, still thinking about the dance and wishing that llama would let her go with the grown-ups this time. She had heard about how they scattered corn-meal all over the floor to make it slick; and then as soon as the orchestra started playing, everybody danced, even the old people. It was always a special occasion, and everyone had a good time. "Too bad you can't go," teased Doyle, "but you're still just a baby!" And then Grace would have to chase him around the house until he took it back. But she guessed she was really getting too old for that, too. She just wished he would stop calling her a baby and teasing her so much. Mama seemed glad to see her. "Well," she said enthusiastically, "did you have a good time?" Grace pulled off her hat and felt the damp hair around her face, "It was fun at first," she said, "but then. . ." "I know what you mean," Mama replied, helping her off with her boots. "After my first hunt, I didn't go anymore. I decided it was a job for the men and boys." She put her arm around her daughter and said warmly, "Come with me, dear, I have something to show you." Grace followed Mama into the big downstairs bedroom, the one with the big bed where in later years Grace's two little girls would be born, and where Mama--on the 16th birthday of one of those girls--would slip peacefully from this life. It was a nice room, the sun shining in through the south window, emphasizing the beauty of the flowered carpet. Another clock ticked loudly on the dresser and gonged simultaneously with the one in the kitchen. Grace loved Mama and Papa's bedroom, although she had a nice one of her own upstairs. Hers had doors that opened 112
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 18
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325643
Reference URL