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The Great Gunnison Valley

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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
ARK ark:/87278/s66w9876
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 323200
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s66w9876

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Title The Great Gunnison Valley
Description about the great Gunnison Valley ace quite similar to those of my father. I, too, feel I had a pleasant, Innocent home-life. Winter, to me, meant struggling to school through Icy, drifted snow with my Eeet unprotected, except by sturdy, high-top buttoned shoes. 1 soon found it wise to walk carefully in my older slater's called "chilblains," which caused an intense burning and itching all during the long winter day, I vividly remember one late winter Btorm, when our Jersey cow was caugbt down in the pasture with a wobbly, new-born calf. Unbelievably happy, 1 was allowed to accompany my brother on a rescue mission-helping co pull the little one, tied securely to his home-made, wooden Bled, safely bach to the barn. Oblivious to the cold, bellowed threatingly behind us all the snowy way home. tonwood tree, proclaiming with hoarse voices, "Okalee, Okalee . . . Spring is here! And almost simultaneously a brightly colored little meadow lark in a nearby field, would announce with happy abandonment "Gunnison is a pretty little townl11 Then we knew spring Other birds became a special part of By childhood: the robins, who sang of cheer, yet pilfered ripe fruit from our precious cherry tree; tihe creek-bottom kllldeer, who expertly displayed a broken wing if we came too near her nest; and the swallows, darting high above our heads as they industriously fashioned their mud-daubed village under the eaves of the old Washington School. Each of the seasons brought special holidays, which seemed to be innumberable months apart. Easter, coming first, meant a Saturday hike to a favority spot. We children had three choices-the "hat holes" east of town, the cemetery to the north, or the Rocky Point, which jutted upward in the western hills, a barren spoc where we stood in. awe before a huge boulder which we firmly believed cover-ed the old bones of a primitive Indian [nan. Each spot, no matter before we ate them with thick slices of homemade bread-generously covered with freshly churned, sweet butter. The Fourth of July began with a burst of. gun powder-echoing over and over in the early morning stillness; a serenade at dawn by the city band; a parade, program and other entertainment, followed by a treat of homemade ice cream at Grandma's house. Each event of the entire day remains clearly in my memory, but the most exciting ivities in our newly sewn, ruffled, organdy dresses» and shiny, patent leather slippers. Even the grande finale of fireworks could not compete with the joy of our new "Fourth of July outfits." Hallowe'en meant carving a grotesque face on a perfectly shaped pumpkin, superstitiously chosen and hidden all during the summer -13-
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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 323181
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s66w9876/323181