Progress Ordered Our House for Lunch

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 13
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1981
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Language eng
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Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-03-01
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Title Progress Ordered Our House for Lunch
Description FBOGRESS ORDERED OUR HOiiSS FOB LUNCH Bonny Nielson Dahlsrud Box 195 Sallna, Utah &i6^i Non-Professional Division First Place Personal Recollection (Tie) The old house is coming down today, the shingles, beams, and all. It's called "progress"-at least tile construction men said it was. I'm not so sure I like progress. It takes huge bites, and slowly chews with its mouth open wide so all can see. This house has been a home with rocking chairs, and double beds, and a varnished dining table Kith a laxge leaf for the grandkids. He even carpeted the stairs last fall in a shagged, mossy green that buries bare toes and cushions tired feet. Baby Anne likes to bounce down those steps on a pillowed diaper, She'll miss this house, unless she's too young to remember. I'm not too young. I won't forget anything about it. Not even the cellar windows, cob-webbed and smudged with coal dust. The small window's cracked and has a hole from the neighbor boy's BB gun. I never liked that show-off kid. He had a strawberry cowlick, and big, yellow teath. He's away at college now: he doesn't know our house is coming downi or how hungry progress is. An office building with cedar walls will crowd out our kitchen. It won't smell like oatmeal cake or dumpling stew again. Instead you'll smell fat leather chairs that still squeak from being new, The clank of typewriter keys and telephone talk will replace bacon's sizzle, the steam whistling from the old teapot, and the snap of fresh green beans. There'll he ball-point pens instead of forks in the drawers. For progress devours all, i"H never stops to wipe its mouth. The closet where I kept my thoughts and matchbox cars will go. My Tarzan tree and pirate nook will be lapped up along with our rock garden. And progress will lick up my own name, scrawled in cement, beneath the basketball net. Source: Author's reflections while seeing an old neighborhood home torn down. -85-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 13
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
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