Stories Our Family Grew Up With - Uncle Ben and the Flour Bin

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 08
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1976
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
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Title Stories Our Family Grew Up With - Uncle Ben and the Flour Bin
Description STORIES OUR FAMILY GREW UP WITH Mabel L. Anderson Manti, Utah Professional Division Honorable Mention #1 Anecdote My mother, Margaret Luke Poulsen was born and raised in Manti, the daughter of Charles and Ann Beaver Luke who came to Manti in the early spring of 1853. When we were children we enjoyed hearing stories of her childhood . . . how she would carry her father's lunch to him when he was on guard duty at the "South Hill" at Manti during Indian wars and depredations, or how she and her friends would glean wool, plucking little tufts of wool caught on fences or weeds, take it to Warm Spring to wash it, and then it was prepared to be carded into yarn. But our favorite story was UNCLE BEN AND THE FLOUR BIN. Mother, only a little girl, was left in the "big house" to care for the baby "Benny", while grandmother was out in the back in the little log house baking bread. They were now living in the nice, larger adobe home, but were still baking in the log cabin. The Indians were always coming to town, begging for food, such as sugar and flour ... Manti in those early days was really in the midst of Indian settlements. Mother looked out the window and saw two big burly bucks coming toward their home. She became frightened, not so much for herself, but that they might take her baby brother. (And surely they had reason to be afraid of the Indians at Uinta Springs.) Maggie (Margaret) looked around, saw the big, old flour bin, opened the lid and slid Uncle Ben in, closed the lid just as the Indians opened the door and demanded flour, sugar and pointed to the flour bin, nodding and saying "Ugh, some". Some instinct prompted Grandmother Luke to enter the house holding a loaf of fresh, warm bread. The Indians see-ing this grabbed it, turned and left. Uncle Ben was white from fear. My children . . . another generation . . . and their child-ren love to hear this experience over and over. Source: Family story, Cristy Poulson Humphrey, Orangevilie, Utah. -40-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 8
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325506
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