Forgotten Dream

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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
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 325315
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Title Forgotten Dream
Description to Him, Emily. I know this is right. But the choice is yours." There was awesome quiet in the other room. Finally I heard Miss say, "I will go with you, Mister-James." She spoke it softly. I watched through the open space by the door. Mr. Yates had taken her hand. I saw Miss wrap her narrow fingers around his strong ones. Then I saw Miss relax her tense body, and fold into his embrace. "Yes James, I will go with you," Miss said. "Then let's be off," Mr. Yates said, picking up her bag. "Aggie," Miss called, "Aggie, we are about to go now." I stepped out from behind the door. "Yes, Miss," I said. I ran and hugged her. "Goodbye, Miss." She seemed to be on the edge of happiness, the first time in Fountain Green. I know she will explain all when she gets home, but then I know a great deal more than she thinks I know. They went last week. They probably have been to Salt Lake City and are well on their way home by now. I have long lived my life through Miss, except my brief month of marriage. So I am fairly excited inwardly, but demure outwardly. It is going to be a contest between the widow and Miss to see who is the true victor. I've been tending the English rose too. It is doing better in the desert now. It is greener, it is fatter, and it has a bud. I think the English rose will bloom after all. Source: Family histories of Deneice Guymon Blackham, Moroni, Utah. FORGOTTEN DREAM Norma S. WanIass Manti, Utah Non-Professional Division Second Place Short Story Everything was in balance with nature. It was the moon of the burst- ing leaves, and once again we were preparing for our annual expedition to the Timpanogos to catch the fish as they came up river to spawn. It had been a long, gaunt winter and the tribe was impatient and eager to get started. -21-
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Identifier 030_Forgotten Dream.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 7
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325260
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