The End of an Imperfect Day

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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
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Title The End of an Imperfect Day
Description THE END OF AN IMPERFECT DAY Dorothy J. Buchanan 26? East Third North Richfield, Utah 84?01 Professional Division Second Place Anecdote My grandfather ran his sheep in the east Mountains, near Scofield, for many years. In the early twenties, several of us younger members of the family liked to ride from our homes in Mt. Pleasant, known as Rock Springs. Grandfather and his herders slept in a one-room log cabin, bo it fell to our lot to sleep in the Hide bunk bed at the window end of the sheepwagon, which we regarded as high adven- A feature that especially pleased us was grandfather's sour dough biscuits. He kept his precious "start" in a crockery jar that stood on a low shelf near the door of the sheapwagon. Just before mealtime, all eyes were upon grandfather while he carefully poured a certain amount of the "start" into the top of his sack of flour and deftly mixed the dough, shaped it into biscuits, and baked it in the small camp stove. ¥e ate the biscuits oven hot, along with siztOing fried mutton, canned tomatoes, store canned jam, and sometimes rice and condensed milk. One Haim day in July, 1921, three of us girls left home before sun-up on our horses, headed for the camp. We knew we had a long ride before us, but somehow, the person who made the noon lunch sandwiches fell somewhat short, and our hunger was not appeased. Toward the end Of our ride we slowed down and began complaining of our weariness anri hunger. One of the girls exclaimed, "Wouldn't it be wonderful if grandfather should meet us at the door holding out a pan of his yummy sour dough biscuits?" We all cheered and tried to spur our tired mounts on until we reached the camp, "out no one was stirring, which meant that the men had not yet come in from the sheep. After tying up our horses, we hurried over to the sheepwagon and noticed that the door was partly open. What on earth was that sticky stuff congealed on the floor and slowly dropping to the ground below? He rushed inside and found that the sour dough bad risen to the top of the jar, run over, spilled to the floor, and continued out of the door.
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 13
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
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