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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 17
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1985
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 323344
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Title Windswept
Description WINDSWEPT Bonnie Nielson Dahlsrud P.O. Box 195 Salina, UT 84654 Professional Division Third Place Personal Recollections I don't visit the old house anymore. No one does. It stands quietly empty.. Cobwebs cling to the dusty windows. Walls crumble, a fine sand sifting from the aged bricks. The porch sags to one tide, while the steps creak against their own weight. Weeds choke the brittle grass. The whole place smells of desertion. I used to go there. When grandma was alive, the house lived also. The windows shone. The porch bore a swing. I used to munch hot applesauce cookies and chase my shadow on the velvet lawn. The place smelled of fresh baking. On holidays, the whole family would visit the house, The steps were strong then and could hold the men while they discussed farming, or the children as they scurried in chattering groups. Shutters didn't creak when the house was windswept then. Walls didn't crumble. Laughter bubbled from the house. Tears were dried there. Memories were made. The place smelled like magic. I used to mow the grass for grandma. It took me a long time because I was small and not near as strong as I was confident. But no weeds threatened her yard then. We'd pull them when they were tiny, grandma and I, After,1 we'd swing on the porch and sing songs while grandma snapped peas. The place smelled like contentment. For a while, after grandma was gone, the family took care of the house. The women would clean, the men tend to the yard work while they talked investments, and the kids would play red-rover on the lawn. But the lawn wasn't velvet anymore. The sky wasn't as blue overhead. Weeds were bigger than grandma and I ever let them get. There were no peas 24
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 323208
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