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Stars and Pioneers

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 09
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1977
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6df6pc6
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 324900
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6df6pc6

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Title Stars and Pioneers
Description STARS AND PIONEERS Jenny Lind M. Brown Salt Lake City, Utah Professional Division Honorable Mention Historical Essay When I think of the Christmas Eve I was seven I re-member the stars! As we walked down the country road the night was clear, and so cold the dry snow packed with a crunch beneath our heavy shoes. Though the wintry air was icy I was warm, for two sisters held my hands tightly snug as I walked between them. It was nearly midnight. The town of my birth lay as dark and still as Bethlehem did long ago, but the sky was not dark! It was alive and glowing with the light of a million twinkling stars! We stopped to watch their splendor and as we stood in awe beneath that vast glory, my sisters told me about the great Christmas star, the most brilliant star ever seen, and how its radiant light had shone down upon the manger where the baby Jesus lay. We talked about the angels who sang of "joy and peace on earth," just as we had earlier at Grandpa's house. Almost sixty years have passed, yet I have never forgotten the stars or the wonder I knew that Christmas Eve. We had met as a family at the pioneer home of my maternal grandparents where we had eaten Grandma's good Danish food, laughed at Grandpa's jokes and teasing, then gathered around the Christmas tree to sing the carols we all loved. The old adobe house, the scene of much happiness throughout the years, and sorrow, too, echoed now with merri-ment and music as we sang, song after song, with my mother or Aunt Elma at the piano and Grandpa on his old violin. He, too, was old in years, but never had he played with more feeling or more truly on pitch. Finally as young heads began to nod, we were roused by the sound of sleigh bells and the appearance of Santa Claus, jovial and splendid in his carefully stitched flannel suit and wispy, cotton beard. No matter that my cousin whispered, "I think it's Uncle Fred," I gladly accepted his gift of nuts and candy, and silently hoped he knew I had been a good girl. Now that I am more aware of the goodness and courage of my pioneer ancestors, and the heritage they left for me, I -85-
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Identifier 095_Stars and Pioneers.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 9
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324858
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6df6pc6/324858