My Worst or Best Fourth of July

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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
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Title My Worst or Best Fourth of July
Description morning of July fourth when I got out of my snug bed a little before dawn, it was cold enough for me to wear a coat, probably one left over from a suit one of my older brothers had outgrown. I retrieved my little bombs from wherever I had hidden them, put them in the right front pocket of the coat and took off to commit mischief. My first and only target turned out to be an open bedroom window on the second floor of a house close to the sidewalk, across the street and one lot west of our home. One of the family daughters, who sometimes worked for my mother and who was several years older than I, slept in that bedroom^ I don't know whether my aim was good enough to send the bomb through the open window or merely to hit the wood exterior of the house close to the window. But I know it exploded with a big bang, for I thought I should get away from the scene as fast as I could in the hope that no one would see who had thrown it. Maybe I could get back to our own yard and hide in my bed, I tried. I could run fairly fast for ray age, and I made it to our yard in great haste. But by that time I had lost all interest in hiding in my outdoor bed. I ran into the house through the kitchen door, hoping and whimpering for my mother or father to come to my aid, lly mother came. (She was probably taking the first steps toward preparing breakfast and also the roast beef, fresh bread, and potatoes mixed with creamed garden-fresh peas she always cooked for our July fourth noontime dinner to entice her family away from the sidewalk booths where we could buy popcorn, candy, ice cream and soda pop.) But back to my need for aid--first aid, as it is called. The little bombs that remained in the right-hand pocket of my coat jostled against each other so hard that they exploded, all of them! They ripped the right pocket area of ray coat to tatters, burned through my pants and underwear, and flayed the outer layers of ray skin over an area that was surely several inches in diameter. The prank I have just described was trivial but mischievous - downright mean, in fact - one that might 17
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