Touches on Time

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 05
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Sothern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1973
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6tm788q
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-24
Date Modified 2005-02-24
ID 323578
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6tm788q

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Title Touches on Time
Description Can beauty queens on floats show her gentility , inherited and incurable, and given freely to others? Though she walked like a queen in her handsewn calico gowns, her crown was of ebony streaked silver when I first remember her. She was wrinkled even then, like a folded bulb, but her dark eyes and gentle laughter kept one from noticing that she was not as young as she sounded. Can simulated trials and hard labor portray her fashion-ing buckskin gloves from deerskins tanned by her own hand? By her working salt and the animal's brains into the bloody hides and then twisting and chewing until it was soft? Can I, one of the keepers of the keys, one of the bene-ficiaries of this unique legacy, ever write enough or light an eternal flame that is worthy of their love, their sacri-ficies, that the years cannot consume? These treasured mem- ories that hearts and minds should not jettison, were given us by love's largess. Neither time nor rust can destroy them if we will keep them alive by writing and telling about them. Sometimes, in the placid sweetness of my life, and of writing of and reading the dear pages about my forebears I wonder if they came west to join their new found religion or to endure it? They smoothed the way and our duty and way is clear. We should celebrate, yes, but also teach reverence, re-spect and humility for the ones who have gone before. I try again to establish the present and the present moves on because before I can say, "I am," "I was!" The wind has magic in it, the air is full of birdsong because I hear the sweet shower of notes from them as they rise, to greater heights. Magpies fly about and return, like ranging dogs, to check on me, for they are sure that I am lost too! The sky is so hurtfully blue, with sun at summer solstice, and the days still roll across from canyon to canyon. Being a woman of all seasons I should not cling to each one and dread seeing them creep back and forth and watch the sun slowly creep southward again with fear of cold blast. Why? 42
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Identifier 054_Touches on Time.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 5
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 323577
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6tm788q/323577