Saying Good-Bye at the Nursing Home

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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
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Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title Saying Good-Bye at the Nursing Home
Description SAYING GOOD-BY AT THE NURSING HOME Camille Olsen Lindsay Professional First Place Personal Recollection The whole of it took, two hours, the transfer, I mean, from hospital to nursing home. And then it was done. You sat stoically in the back seat of the car looking at familiar sights and not comprehending any of them. At one point you even closed your eyes and fell asleep. The turn-off to Spring City, where we (railed the sheep in the spring down to the pastures above Johnny Armstrong's farm, we passed without comment. Then we went by the junction going to Moroni. We stopped to let a herd of cows cross the road to new pasture and you watched with attention as a man rode a horse in front of the car. I wondered what your mind's eye might have been discerning. As we passed the dirt road that went east to the old ram bam, 1 thought I saw a glimpse of recognition. The yards have been torn down and nothing remains of former use, only the road going up. Ephraim came into view as we travelled the slight curve. Men were putting up a new sign: "Welcome to Ephraim - New Industrial Space Available.' And then the cemetery. Your head never turned to view your mate's resting spot and the headstone, your name engraved without death date. Your eyes were closed as we went by home and started toward Manti. The white oolite Temple stood out in front of the November brown grasses and sagebrush on the hills. We went through Manti and toward the Gunnison Valley where about a half century and a quarter ago you rode with your family to Ephraim from Fayette in a wagon. The Nine Mile Reservoir was low on water, but there was not the usual comment from you about how dry the year was and how hard it would have been on the sheep this year. You only looked at everything and nothing. Mayfield is a small, insignificant, almost forgotten community with gas stop and grocery store. The school, long consolidated with the nearby town, was around two bends in the road. Newly painted, this structure renovated into nursing home was our destination, and your final earthly home. Your eyes did not recognize the familiar structure, and the only emotion you showed was the fnght of falling as we lifted you from the car to wheelchair. The bumps produced by cracks in the sidewalk clacked 75
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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 324598
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