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Remembering

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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 image/jpeg
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 Remembering
Description We'd play kick the can and run sheep run We'd really make that ole place hum. He'd work hard our family of nine We were up long before the sun would shine We picked up rocks on the dry farm so The binder could harvest and the grain could grow I plowed'that ground with horses four All alone on that dry fain in days of yore. Old Alice and Doak and Florle and Don The slightest noise and Boy! they were gone The run aways I couldn't count But that didn't stop us we grabbed the chance to mount. I remember this one time we vere hauling hay My brother Perry who liked to play Threw a turkey wing and it hit the rack The horaes jumped and I fell flat liber they heard the sound of that loud crack Away they went bumping over the furrows I was bouncing around like a head of long curls I'd get up and fall down trying to get to the reins You'll never know all the aches and pains They ran till they came to a gate that waa closed I sat there tryir^ to get composed My Dad ran up half scared to death He started to laugh but was out of breath I was road and crying it wasn't funny But I soon melted down cause he called me his honey. One other time I remember well For my Mother for a minute it was a living hell Me were loading sugar beets the last of the day Dad had two span of horses to pull it away The lead span was fastened with a big long chain So we could take than off when they got to the lane. My Dad called out "Come on Doak" And you know what, that darn chain broke Away they went an came .right around Where we had all gathered an started to clown We all scattered, but Mother ran to grab Evaneal Ole Florie hit her and she really keeled The horses four and the double tree Went right over the top of that baby wee They kept right on going across the farm We couldn't believe they had done us nc harm. -109-
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Identifier 124_Remembering.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 13
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324313
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xd0ztc/324313