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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
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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 "So pleased to meet you," Mother said. She escorted them around the store, pointing out good pieces. Mr. Olsen stayed close behind, mediating between Mother and the actor. The actress did not speak, but looked at everything closely. She had wide black eyes and black lashes. Her cheeks were hollow and heavily shadowed. She had an aura of great dignity and great weariness. They didn't like anything in the store. Every piece Mother showed them was inadequate. "I am playing Lincoln," the man said, "and I need a chair that is stately, but not too new. Lincoln was a man of the people. I don't want my Lincoln to look above the people." Mr. Olsen laughed uncomfortably. "If Gertrude doesn't have it, somebody in town must," he said. "Let's look around." The three of them started toward the door. "Wait!" Mother cried. "I have a whole house full of good furniture, and it looks used. Wouldn't you like to see it? My house is next door." The actor nodded acknowledgement, and Mr. Olsen rubbed his hands in glee. "Mind the store, Elaine," Mother said. I slipped out the back door, unseen, and ran to our house. It's a big house and has both front and back staircases. Near the back door were the backstairs. I ran in, past Tobit in his chair, and part way up the stairs. The chair was huge, with a wing-back and strong arms. It was upholstered in red velvet, badly worn and faded. It was Tobit's chair, and no human ever sat in it, unless I was sitting there holdling him. Once Mother had planned to have it recovered and sell it as an excellent used piece, but for Tobit's sake I begged her not to let it go. So the stately old chair sat in the back part of the house, bedding for my cat. I thought it was a great justice for Tobit to have it because Mother never let him in the backroom. Almost immediately Mother and the others came in the front of the house. Mother began pointing out the good qualities of each piece of furniture in the parlor, none of which was suitable, then in the dining room, and the big chair in her bedroom. She even took them upstairs to my bedroom and Elaine's. Nothing was right. When the group was again at the door Mr. Olsen said, "Don't you have anything else, Gertrude?" -20-
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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 325581
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6rr1wdf/325581