Heap Burn

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 06
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1974
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s65x272x
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 324158
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s65x272x

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Title Heap Burn
Description a dance after, cookies made from whole wheat flour and cider for refreshments, and finally escaping to a blanket spread in the bottom o f her folks' wagon. Not much of a home to begin in but the words of love spoken there made it more comfortable than her featherbed in the tudor house in England ever had been. Only a week later, they were asked to join a band of Saints going south. And, of course they had gone, being young and inexperienced, not realizing the hardship, or for that matter the joy, that would greet them in the Sanpete valley. They had worked hard. Many times Catherine would work all day at Hassard's side in the fields and then make bread at night to the rhythm of his voice reading scriptures. Naturally there had been a baby every two years or so. Hassard, Jr., with a wife of his own now. Sarah, too. It didn't seem possible that so many years had passed. Then there were the four tiny mounds out back that made her heart ache even now as if the years had not passed at all. After 25 years, she really couldn't imagine any place else being hone. This piece of arid desert that belonged to the two of them, though it hadn't made them even close to rich, had blossomed like a rose for them. Not only the ground, but also their life had blossomed into one full of rich happiness, now that they'were no longer young or inexperienced. Yes, thought Catherine as she replaced the hard-earned coins in the sugarbowl, one extravagance in 25 years could be excused. Besides, she could look at it for the next 25 years and be reminded. Just then Hassard let the photographer in the front door. She quickly joined them. The photographer posed them this way and that, making an adjustment here, an-other one there. Finally the pose was perfect. poof! As I complete the dusting, I carefully replace the portrait and I remember too, through Catherine's eyes and because of one extravagance in 25 years. HEAP BURN Jeffrey Glade Lamb Wales, Utah Honorable Mention Short Story A lone mud puddle in the whole length of Main Street, Fort Ephraim, Deseret Territory, was blown apart by a set of careless wagon wheels. Whoosh-the torrent of mud flew in tremendous purposition and speckles landed and blended in with his mud-brown skin. "Ugh" of desperation and a flurry of native tongue that no one yet understood. A wing of the mud torrent fanned Tabiona as he leaned against one of the roof sup-ports of the Co-op Mercantile. He could easily see that he had picked a dangerous -35-
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Identifier 045_Heap Burn.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 6
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324108
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s65x272x/324108