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Delapidated Old Wagon Wheel

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 22
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneer
Publisher Snow College
Date 1990
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6k64g79
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 323884
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6k64g79

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Title Delapidated Old Wagon Wheel
Description hay into piles for loading onto the wagon after drying. The mellowing scent of the cured hay as each pile v/as forked by hand and loaded on the wagon was lovely. Care had to "be exercised to ensure a proper balance of hay on each side of the load. It didn't happen often, but I remember on one occasion the load of hay did tip over when my older brother Hy was driving the team. It was an extra large load, the last in the field. I did the trooping and arranging of the load. As we drove over the rocky south ridge homeward bound, a front wheel struck a loose rock causing the wagon to swerve, the load shifted, and over we went. What did we do? We simply rolled down with the hay. Hy seemed to get quite a thrill out of it, but to me it was a very frightening experience. Had we jumped off fron the other side, we ci^it have been seriously injured. Soon some other farmers came along and gave us a hand in getting the wagon back in shape, leaving us to reload the hay. However, the most pleasant time came when riding on the soft hay from the field into town, a distance of from two to three miles, '.¦/hen arriving in the yard at home, the entire load was pitched by hand and then tromped evenly on the stack. As I look back through the years, we truly did it the hard way. About this time we owned a choice saddle horse that possessed intelligence that I have never known in another horse, 'Old Mae' could stop on a dime, and for roping cattle, she was sinply terrific. We always felt proud to enter her in races. For a quarter of a mile, she was very hard to beat. However, because of her flighty nature, there were at tines hazards involved. I recall one sunnier ay sister Hell and her husband J3b left their son Russel with us for about two weeks. Jie was then age four and loved to ride ¦Old liae.1 One morning during haying time, knowing he enjoyed going with ne to the field, I saddled the horse and tied her to the back of the wagon, This gave him a good long ride. The excitenent began on the way home when the wagon was loaded. Of course, 58
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Identifier 071_Delapidated Old Wagon Wheel.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 22
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 323763
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6k64g79/323763