The County Block - Now Manti Memorail Park

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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
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Language eng
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Date Created 2005-03-01
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Title The County Block - Now Manti Memorail Park
Description Sources: (continued) 2Sanpete Recorder's records THE COUNTY BLOCK--NOW MANTI MEMORIAL PARK Lura C. Jones Spokane, Washington Senior Division First Place Tie Historical Essay The big ram knocked me down. I got to my feet screaming, but he charged again and again. I can still see those spreading horns, determined eyes, and the bent woolly head tossing me about in the grass. From the apple tree my friends were also screaming. "Run for the fence!" "Hide behind the tree!" "Roll over in the grass!" But not one of them dared to climb down and come to my rescue. Finally my screams aroused my mother. We lived across the street. She came running with the broom. A man, passing by, jumped from his wagon, leaped over the picket fence, and headed off my charger. I was carried home and put to bed. I had no broken bones, only scratches and bruises and wounded pride. I was a little girl then, only six or seven years of age. My apple-tree friends were Elwood Calloway, Frances Madsen, and Julia Billings. We had gone into the County Block for some tempting white apples. The ram was at the other side of the park when we entered, but the lambs were near us and he thought it his duty to protect the fold. I like to remember The County Block as I remember the seasons. In winter it was draped in white. Even the pickets on the fence were crowned with sparkling, snowy caps. The tall cottonwoods, black walnuts, appletrees and bushes seemed to be dipped in lacy frosting. The white ground, unmarred by footsteps, completed the fairyland. The south side, bor- dering Depot Street, could have been a picture for a Christ- mas card. The picket fence curved toward the center where two large pedestals supported the fancy gates. The gates could be swung open for wagons and sleighs to enter. At the southeast corner and northwest corner were also gates. People gates. In those days the snow piled deep in winter. We children were delighted to walk upon the crusted snow. -96-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 9
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Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324869
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