Childhood Days of Summer

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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
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Language eng
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Title Childhood Days of Summer
Description Another delight was to jurap and romp in the new-mown hay that Dad piled high in the barn, lie would grab hold of the "trip rope" which, when it was not in use on the derrick, was tied to the top of the rafters; and, then, swing back and forth only to land on the hay. What fun! More than once, while romping in the hay, we discovered an old hen sitting on her nest where she had hidden her eggs, with two or three little chicks peering out from her fluffy, outstretched feathers. How proud she was of her Babies. It reminded me of a queen on a throne. He were always looking for eggs out in the hay. Discovery not only meant eggs for breakfast, a rarity we seldom enjoyed, but it also meant a piece of candy around the corner at Kinnekenick's store. I can still picture old Mr. Olsen, with his long white beard, holding our eggs up to a light bulb that hung suspended on a long cord from the ceiling, to see if our eggs were fresh. If they passed his inspection, we could trade an egg for a stick of licorice, an all-day-sucker, or a piece of hore-hound candy. How good those little bits of sweet tasted to our candy-hungry -mouths. The capstone to fun-filled summer days were the nights when we and all the neighbor kids would gather around the telephone pole to play out. We played "Hide and Go Seek," "Draw A Magic Frying Pan," "Kick the Can," "Pomp Pomp Pull Away, "Here Come the Jolly Butcher Boys," "Crossing the Plains," and ray favorite of all, "Run, My Sheepy Run." Scratches and bruises sustained climbing over fences or crawling through old chicken coops and corrals were hardly noticed in the excitement of the game. Moving as silently and as stealthily as a hunter stalking a deer, we sought to allude our pursuers and creep back in the direction of the pole. But when our leader called, "Run, My Sheepy Run," we mustered all our energy, running pell-mell to reach the pole before the opposing team. If we succeeded, we got to hide out again. How I loved those long, happy summer days. But when the days grew shorter, the evenings cooler, and the nip of frost was in the air, my heart beat 71
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