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now to sit around the house. It only served to remind him of the busy days of his past, when he had actually enjoyed the hard work of building his home, hauling the white rock fFont the quarry as thev had done in ouilding the Manti Temple. He was proud of his house, and knew "That fire in the stove feels good," he said, changing the subject. "Even on a nice morning like this it's good to warm the ol' bones a bit." She went on talking to him about other things-the children, the grandchildren, all busy with their lives. Charlie working too hard, his rheumatism really bothering him. Grace getting ready to go away to Ogden to work. He enjoyed his visits with Rose, though he usually like her mother in that respect, but she had also in- and abiding affection for family. Sometimes they didn t to fixve For Christmas the old man would go to the store and buy little glass dishes for five cents a piece teach school and then married. Rose sent packages from home, sometimes only a bottle of meat or a piece of cloth to make a dress for the little girls, but it came with They had a way of showing their great love, setting a wonderful example for me to follow. Now I board to remind ids of these good things in my past. It was given to me by my mother, Grace, as it was given my home, and I am reminded each time I look into the eyes of my great-grandfather, that he was a man worth patterning my life after. That even in the face of trial and pain we should go on do in?? what we can, in the best 121 |
