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Cycling Feelings

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 25
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1993
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6nz85tx
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 324626
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6nz85tx

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Title Cycling Feelings
Description CYCLING FEELINGS Wilbur T.Braithwaite Professional Second Place Personal Recollection Today is May 16,1989. My memory of a certain morning in June, 1945, has not diminished with the passage of nearly forty-five years. My bedroom was located on the northeast comer of our home. Often early rays of sunshine focused through die east windowpane, slowly waking me up with their warmth and light. As a boy of nine or ten, many years before that morning in 1945, I remember being aroused in such a fashion (also during the month of June) to a beautiful sight. An apricot tree full of white blossoms and singing robins attracted my attention. The scene had a special quality only living art can possess. My mind, as well as physical body, awoke in awe to the mystery of life, its balance, the predictability of a sunrise or change of seasons, the obvious structure of the world. Silent questions engulfed me: "Am I experiencing reality or only dreaming in a semi-conscious state? Who am I? What is the purpose of all life, not just mine?" - Answers came swiftly and naturally from a child-like faith: "Life is eternal, just as the seasons come in unending cycles bringing blossoms on apricot trees, filled with robins returning to their summer home. A Higher Intelligence created this fascinating, incomprehensible universe, and all of life is part of His master plan. In essence, we are children of God." Ten or so years later while at home on a convalescent furlough from the U. S. Army, my deep sleep was broken again, not by the gentle warmth of the morning light or the singing of robins, but by a cry of pain, or more accurately a wail of sorrow, from my mother's walls. Instinctively, I knew what had happened. A messenger had knocked at the door and had handed her a telegram reading: "I regret to inform you that your son Burke has been killed in action." Although mother lived for several years thereafter, some say she died not from a chronic rheumatic heart condition, but from a broken heart. Be that as it may, she carried on, showing a greater measure of love for her husband, children, grandchildren, relatives and friends. Yet all of us saw a new sadness in her eyes from that 77
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 25
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324541
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6nz85tx/324541