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Our Hill

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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
Type Image
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6xd0ztc
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 324356
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xd0ztc

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Title Our Hill
Description j OUB HILL Thelma G. Burnside Fairview, Utah 84629 Noa-Professional Division First Place Personal Recollection (Tie) The kids In town nay have had their movies and an occasional dance, but ire had our hill, the most wonderful thing on the farm east of Fairview. It offered endless learning experiences and just plain fun the whole year round. A path led from our dooryard up through the alfalfa field to the hill. A little patch of morning glories, the only onee on the entire farm, grew alongside the path. Papa was always saying he would have to get rid of them, and it made my heart hurt to thinfc he would want to get rid of anything with such heavenly fragrance. Our hill was just plain awesome to those of us who lived nearby. We could hardly wait for spring to come so we could begin our search through the dead leaves under the squaw bushes where tiny yellow and purple violets pushed their brave little heads up through the danp, moldy earth. A toothpick holder or a tiny discarded bottle made the perfect vase for this first bouquet of springtime. The golden 'buttercups made a special gift to take to "teacher" before school closed for the summer. A quick dash through the sagebrush just as the sun peeked its head over the mountain top gave us all of those sweet smelling cups of gold our snail, eager hands could hold. Indian paint brush grew among the sagebrush, too. And a rocky spot was the perfect garden for incomparable bluebells... so blue they blended perfectly with the blue of a cloudless sky. Sego lilies swaying on their long stems brought to mind bedtime stories of GrBat-great Uncle Brigham and our other pioneer ancestors. We dug the bulbs and tasted the sweet milkiness that had. helped sustain those hardy folk of not so long ago. Larkspur, forget-ae-nots, and myrtle all, grew in profusion, aud how we loved each srailing blossom* We gathered bouquets for the animal graveyard where the bones of our beloved animals lay bleaching in the sun. Old Sue, Nellie, the con, and the dog with the porcupine quills in his nose...all had been a special part of Then there was the grove of oak brush that made the perfect playhouse. He swept the leaves away from the center to make kitchens, bedrooms, and living rooms. It was our mansion, though -86-
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Identifier 101_Our Hill.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 13
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324309
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xd0ztc/324309