Reflections of My Childhood Days

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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
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 325605
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Title Reflections of My Childhood Days
Description First of all, we had to gather up all the rags we needed and wash them. Then we cut or tore them into 1 1/2 inch-wide strips, and Grandma sewed them together on the machine or by hand and rolled them into balls. It took many balls to make a carpet, depending on the size of the room. The balls were taken to Niels Johansen, who had a loom in his home with colored warp. He would weave the rags into yard-wide strips of carpet. When that was finished, Grandma and Grandpa would sew the strips together with strong well-waxed thread. Then came the job of laying the carpet. Clean fresh straw had to be scattered in a thick layer on the floor. The carpet was laid over it and spread out with a carpet stretcher and nailed to the floor with carpet tacks. That's when the fun began for me. It was so nice to walk on the carpet with the straw piled underneath and hear the squeaky sound it made. Reflections-------that wasn't all we did with our fresh clean straw in the fall. We filled large ticks with straw for our beds. For the first several nights we needed a chair to get into our beds, they were so high; but after a few nights of sleeping, the straw would settle down to be "just right". Each year clean, fresh straw was put under the carpet and in the ticks as part of the annual house cleaning. Reflections-------the threshing days in the fall were a de- light. It was fun to ride in the wagon on the sacks of wheat to the mill, where it was ground into flour. The thrill of standing on the "scales" to see how much we weighed each year was the highlight of the trip. We didn't worry about our weight because Grandma's hot graham bread was too good to resist. Reflections-------the rope swing and wooden slat seat that Grandpa made for us in the Golden Sweet apple-tree were hardly ever still. We would push each other up "So High", and then swing until the "cat dies" and jump out so the next one could have a turn. Reflections-------Grandma reminded me each week that it was time to go help Mary Davis clean her house. My pay was a -64-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 8
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 325563
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