A Warm Nest with Drafts

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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
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Holding Institution Snow College
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Title A Warm Nest with Drafts
Description as the horses impatiently tossed them about in their efforts to rid themselves of them. Once I remember the queen of the parade was Sister Young--about 75 years of age. On Saturday afternoons everyone went to the matinee. We pulled our smaller brothers and sisters down there in a red wagon and we were fascinated by the continued melodramas where the hero or heroine was left dangling over a cliff. Mr. McCafferty's violin would throb out its plaintive tones or Line Thompson on the piano would accorapanv them. Then there were the Our Gang Comedies, and one time, I won one of the prizes--a doll, Topsy, the colored child. Our industrial world was the pea cannery, and here, regardless of your strata of society, everyone aspired to work. Of course the bosses worked in the offices, but, aside from that, preference was given to the farmers' families--a rare thing. Later in the fall, as the silage ripened and the farmers hauled it home to their livestock, we had a fragrance in town--not sweet, but well remembered. We all had our own shopping centers. Ours was Kinnikinik's. Never did people who bought eggs have them so fresh. They came direct from the hen, delivered by youths whose watchful eyes waited for that one more egg to make enough to buy a ten cent package of stick candy. At a very early age we could run to the store, our parents trusting to the help of the clerks to get what we wanted and put it on the bill. We always got a sack of candy extra for go ing D One of my happy memories was when I was allowed to pay the bill, and sometimes Mr, Hansen gave us a box of chocolates. I was the favored errand girl. I didn't mind going as I had a horse to ride and could tether him to the sign boards and run in. After the first dozen years my childhood world changed. The town and I changed and I suffered the pangs of growing up, and gained an awareness of the limitations of me and my town with the five miles of smooth highway leading out somewhere to a challenging and different world. But always Ephraim was a good place to grow up in--where 68
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