My Cut-Glass Lump-Sugar Dish

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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
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title My Cut-Glass Lump-Sugar Dish
Description was one hope left (how I feared and wept at "the thought)i "the back- breaking, hand-blistering hand cart. We had no choice but to discard all unnecessary goods, and clothing to make room for much needed food. I refused to part with my mother's gift, the cut-glass lump-sugar dish, so wrapping it snugly in my extra change of clothing, I tucked it safely away in the cart. At last xe "began that long, hot pllgrlaage across the plains to Utah territory. Lars, being a strong, healthy boy of nineteen, did more than his share of the work, pushing the cart until his hands were raw. One mile- two miles- I must not stop, Twenty miles- thirty miles- only a thousand yet to go* We watched our food supply dwindle and our health fall, but still we plodded on. Jens complained of a headache, then a raging fever consumed his wasted body. One morning I realized that my beloved, husband would never live to see Zion, and that night I was forced to tell Lars, "Hy son, your pa is leaving us." There was no time to mourn, I knelt once more by the lonely grave of my loved one, then choking back sobs, I took my turn on the cart. We sang "Come, come, ye Saints, no toil or labor fear," with heavy hearts. When it seemed that our burdens were too heavy to bear, we asked God's helpi then we felt His sustaining love and Me ate Sego roots and berries. Sometimes Lars was lucky with a snare, catching a fat rabbiti but we even ate wood-chuck when nothing else was available. We drank herb tea, steaming hot from our campfire, said a prayer and pushed on. At long last we reached the Salt Lake valley, only to be directed to Sanpete, over a hundred miles farther south to the settlement of Manti. We spent some time there, but Lars thought we should settle permanently at Ephraim, ten miles north where other Danish immigrants were congregating. They called it "Little Denmark." Oh, how sweet to hear our native tongue again; what bliss to reach the end of the line. Ephraim was a beautiful sight to me- We Were Home! Lars built this small house in the south east corner of town where we have lived for the last twenty years. Ky bones are beginning to ache; I am growing old and my eye-sight is not what it once was, but my memory is fresh and my spixit is still young. Lars met a lovely widow from Denmark at church last Sunday. He seemed q_uite taken by her sweet face ajid manner. Her name is Stena Christensen, (a good Danish name). I wish he would marry heir; -26-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 13
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324298
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