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from the farm, and then left to get Marilyn. It was years later that LaVon recounted the incident. "I've often wondered," she said, "How I could hear that cry from inside the house with the door closed. She was almost half a black away. And I've wondered, too, if Bishop and Sister Hielson know how close they came to losing that child." Marilyn recalled when it was talked about, that she had chosen a new way to go home. It was exciting to walk along the top of the piles of frozen snow, until she came to a soft spot that let her small body slide down between the two snow banks, and into a ditch that was there. And then try as hard as she could she couldn't get out. She had scratched and dug at the snow as she tried to climb over the snowbank. She had become hungry and frightened as the sun sank lower and lower toward the mountains. She had cried and screamed as loud as she could until she became exhausted. And she thou^it no one had heard. And Bishop and Sister Nielson talk gratefully of a great lady with a sensitive spirit who responded quickly to a small cry in the cold of an early winter evening. This true story was told to the author by LaVon B. Olson sometime before 1985, and verified by Marilyn Nielson Edwards and her parents, Mr, and Mrs. Glen J. Nielson. LaVon Olson passed away in May 1990. A wood shed In Manti. Typical of Scandinavian buildings. Photo- courtesy, Vonda Miriam 129 |
