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1850s. Her father was a musician who had been counseled by Brigham Young to become a farmer. He was stern with his wives and children, yet One day when he returned from town he brought them a special treat. Calling his children together around the table, he produced some strange-looking balls. The soft orange enticing. Grandma could hardly wait to taste hers, but she couldn' t bear to eat it all at once either. Carefully she took one small taste of the ]uicy pulp, holding it in her mouth, savoring swallowing. That was enough for one day. Painstakingly she wrapped the remainder and safekeeping, vowing to take one taste a day until the luscious fruit was gone. And keep it introduction to an orange, seldom available in Told to the Author by her Grandmother, Bothilda Hansen Frandsen, who died in 1948. A BUILDING REMINISCES Herald Vance Fairview, Utah the sometimes jovial, sometimes serious and concerned conversations of adults. I hear music. I hear mischievous pranks giddily planned by energetic young people. I hear the solemn silence of reverence. Other sounds also drift through my century-old over a rutted, rocky road; the heavy clop-clop of horse hooves; rhythmic Bounds of a |
