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The Gift - A Moment in Reflection, Autumn, 1920

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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 The Gift - A Moment in Reflection, Autumn, 1920
Description THE GIFT A MOMENT IN REFLECTION, AUTUMN, 1920 David Rosier Moroni, Utah Non-Professional Divison First Place Short Story It is evening. The light is climbing the mountain sides, leaving the valley in the soft haze of dusk. The day's activity is ending and the valley is slipping into the quiet solitude of night. In my town, lights are flickering in windows and children are being called inside. I am watching my part of Sanpete lie down to sleep. Tomorrow I shall leave this place, and when the night falls again, Sanpete will be my remembered home. In a place yet strange to me I will become a teacher, recreating for some child the thrill of learning. I do not remember when I knew I would become a teacher, but I must always have known that teaching is the gift God gave to me. And so I have come here again, to the place where I first knew of gifts, and of our return to God for giving them. I was eight years old then. It was the third day of July, and the afternoon was hot. At the train station and at the Opera House there was a great commotion because players were coming in from out of town. It was to be quite historical; never before had players come for the Fourth of July. Our house was on Main Street, as was the Opera house, and at the far end of town was the train station. I could see all without leaving home. When other children hurried by to watch the train come in, I stayed on the porch, holding my big gray striped cat. I must have been a lonely child. None of the children were my particular friends. But Tobit was. I sat on the porch stroking his warm coat and watching him blink in that whole-hearted way cats do. Some of the other children thought I was intolerable, and I knew it. That was partly because I had nearly everything they -18-
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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 325579
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6rr1wdf/325579