My Love Affair with Fairview Canyons

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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
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Title My Love Affair with Fairview Canyons
Description coal wagon as he drove up Che canyon. When he dozed I was terrified by the [i Ho ugh C Chat tins wagon might run over the edge of the dugway and roll dawn the canyon slope. 1 wanted him to wake up and drive safely. I grabbed the horsebell which hung from the endgate rod at Che back of Che wagon and rang it vigorously to rouse him* This usually woke him, but sometimes 1 had to poke him awake. when I was a small boy. He and I hauled coal from Che mine together, each driving a wagon, when I vas eleven years old. I had hauled several loads of coal without incident, but some of Che other teamsters felc I was too young Co handle a team and wagon safely on the and asked him to keep me off the road until I was older. When Grandpa learned of [his, he said he had trained me well, that I Was fully competent to haul coal, and he immediately cook me again to Che mine to haul another load of coal and show any doubters that I Capping in the canyon on coal hauling trips vas 3 gr-eat plea*" sure. After the horses were unharnessed and hobbled out, a campfire was built. The smell of the wood fire, especially when sagebrush uas burned, made me ravenous. The grub box was opened, potatoes and onions fried in the big skillet, and thick slices of roast mutton were warmed up in gravy. Grandpa cut bread like no one else I ever saw. He spread the cut end of a large loaf of grandma's homemade bread with fresh-churned butter, then held Che loaf againsc than it did at home, but it did. Grandpa had his ovn method of cleaning the skillet afCer a meal was over. He heated it on the campfire hot enough to bum out the leftover grease, then poured in a cupful of water which vould sizzle loudly and when poured out would leave the skillet clean. The hot skillet and other utensils were handled with a walloping rag, which was a sheepman's version of a hofipad. This was usually an old dishtouel folded many times, which through use had taken on a brownish-grey color. A walloping rag was standard equipment in every sheepcamp on the mountain. What fun ic was Co sleep in the canyon. The bedroll of denim-covered camp quilts wrapped in a heavy canvas tarpaulin was ringing of horsebells on the grazing horses,--the shrill howling of a coyote, and the rumble and creaking of a late-traveling wagon. One of oy best-remembered trips was riding bareback down the canyon on the first horse 1 ever owned. When I was eleven. Grandpa gave me a sand-tailed bay mare at the sheep camp on Bear Creek. There was no bridle, saddle or rope to ride her with. I found a chain from a coyote trap, wired it around her neck with baling -31-
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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 323151
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