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He watched the robins build their nests in the Ioh branches of the cedar trees, waited patiently for the turquoise eggs to hatch and carefully fondled the tiny birds until they left their nests and flew away. Naturally, the parent birds protested vehemently with flapping wings and angry loud Chirps, all of which we ignored. For special times, we gathered sagebrush all day long and piled it as high as «e could throw it. When dusk settled upon us, we ran up the hill and set the brush on fire. The sky lit up as far as we could see, and our hill glowed in the darkness. "Hide-and-seek" and'Run-sheepy-run* were favorite games to play until "the fire died down ^nd only red ash remained. Then cane the most fun of all...sitting and talking by the last faint glow of the Embers. Finally, it Has off to the house to make honey candy or pop corn and play indoor games until Papa shooed us off to bed. In the winter we sleighed down our Mil and through the orchard using a dishpan or any old piece of tin we could lay our hands OQ. Soffitii&es we even tried our luck on a pair of old skis. All winter long and into oarly spring, the Mil continued to shower Its pleasures upon us until, at last) the snotts Belted. Then it was spring and tine, once again, to begin picking the wild flowers on our beloved hill. Souroei Personal recollections of the author. -38- |
