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Attic Memoirs

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 07
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1975
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6154f64
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 325315
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6154f64

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Title Attic Memoirs
Description He owned a pair of oxen, Zeke and Jim. That heavy piece of wood, with inset pegs, Was part of the old oxen yoke they wore. The wagon tongue would fit into the yoke. There were no reigns, to guide, no bridles for their heads. Only grandpa's voice geeing or hawing them. They minded better than the children, grandpa said. We'd drive them to the Danish field for hay. I'd tromp and get to ride back on the load, Lying flat so as not to get thrown off. When we went through the ditch that crossed the road. I'd lie there and look up into the sky, Smelling the clover hay and watching the clouds drift by. Knowing that Zeke and Jim would take us home okay. That is a cheese press in the corner there. Grandma made cheese back in the old country. She learned to make it when she was a girl, Before she joined the church, and came out West. Of all the cheese I've eaten, her's was best. In eighteen seventy-nine, or thereabouts, The neighbors started bringing milk to her. And she would make what was called "temple cheese," Which sold real well. The proceeds helped to build, The Lord's house on the hill. I often watched her use these cards to make wool, Into batts for quilts, or rolls for yarn The yarn was spun on that small spinninq wheel. I see one spoke is gone. There is her knitting, just as she laid it down, The last time she took sick. The sock half done, Has lain there in the basket since she said, "I guess I'll rest a spell before I start the heel." The sock and she are resting sitll. A man was in to see me yesterday, An antique dealer from up north somewhere. He was well-dressed, and drove a fancy car. Said he would pay top price for things like these. It took me quite a while to make him see, That folks like us don't care to sell their memories. Source: Adapted from true incidents in the lives of Peter and Maria Christina Mickelson, as remembered by their son Andrew Mickelson. -11-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 7
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325253
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6154f64/325253