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He Called Me Godfather

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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
ARK ark:/87278/s6rr1wdf
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 325605
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6rr1wdf

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Title He Called Me Godfather
Description HE CALLED ME GODFATHER J. N. Simpson Moroni, Utah Professional Division First Place Short Story In those days of carefree life and adventure, I found no interest in the mystical beliefs of man, or those things betoken-ing a hidden meaning. I classified the supernatural with incred-ible childhood stories; and I refused to live in retrospect. I refused to be burdened with the mysticisms of the creation and the subsequent birth of life with its vagaries pertaining to the spirit soul. Christinas was a date on the calendar. A figure splashed with color in commemoration of an event which, in my opinion had been juggled down through the years until it appeared grotesoue and unreasonable. I did not dream how quickly one's attitude could be changed. It was late afternoon, the day before Christmas, when I crossed the river at the shallows and dropped down into the long, brush-covered valley known as The Sanpitch, now so uninviting in its primeval setting that I began to question my judgement in selecting this virgin land as a place of opportunity for an aspiring cattle rancher. A lead-gray sky canopied the valley with the bordering mountains forming a blue backdrop, an unmistakable sign of approaching winter. Finding a faint wagon trail, I urged my pony into a gallop. Toward the south, where the valley pinched-in somewhat, the coming storm had lowered, obscuring the higher peaks of the mountains, and sensing my danger should I be caught in this strange land in a cold winter storm, I urged my pony on with a light touch of the spur. I had been riding about thirty minutes when the storm closed in. It began with a pelting rain which soon turned into giant feathery flakes that clung tenaciously where they fell, quickly turning to ice in the fast-dropping temperature. I prayed that the wind would stay down, but of course that wasn't to be. It came with a sudden gust that swirled the giant flakes in -46-
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Identifier 056_He Called Me Godfather.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 8
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325533
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6rr1wdf/325533