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
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 324356
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Title Our Hill
Description furnished, only with an old discarded stove, orange crates for tables and chairs, or cupboards to hold our broken dishes-dishes too broken to use in the kitchen at the house, but nevertheless still beautiful to us. And what a place for taking mud cakes and pies...almost good enough to eat. One day we found a horny toad and ran fast to Papa to show him the baby prehistoric monster, We were terrified. We just knew it would grow up to become a huge dinosaur, that there were still some left on this earth, and that surely they had their beginning right there on our hill. Papa assured us the toad never get any bigger, that it wouldn't hurt us, and that we shouldn't hurt it either because it ate all Kr.ds of bugs and insects. We obediently took it back to its home under the same sagebrush on the hill where He found it. There Has a beautiful white lily that bloomed only at night. When Ke saw one ready to burst open, we'd gather around it at dusk and, as the night hawks swooped closer and closer, sit squat-legged to watch each tender, delicate petal break loose and slowly spread out into full bloom. Then, next dayi when it began to wither and die, we would pick it and suck the nectar from the stem, just as we lid the honeysuckle that also grew on our hill. On extra warm days, or whenever else we were allowed to, we donned old clothes and "swam- in the irrigation canal that ran around, the bottom of our hill. The ice cold water, fresh froa nearby canyons, made our teeth chatter wildly until, finally we dared each other to jump in and quickly get wet clear up to our When there was no water in the canal we walked barefoot over the polished pebbles and waded in the little pools left standing in low spots. And, of course, we always planted lots of willows. We'd creak one off, stick it in the sand, and it never failed to grow. The wild roses on each side of the canal leaned over the stream making a sort of tunnel. Water on our feet and a bower of wild roses overhead was a sweet, cool, fragrant experience to be savored, again and again. In the fall we picked the red and yellow hips left by the roses, threaded that for necklaces and Bade ear bobs to hang over We didn't ever have any "store-bought" gum, but kept a supply of pine gum picked from the pinion trees. The small round smooth balls made the best kind for chewing. -8?-
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Identifier 102_Our Hill.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 13
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324310
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