A Time for Growing Up

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 18
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1986
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title A Time for Growing Up
Description beforeo She had only heard about it from her brother Doyle who was older than she was He had been going for several years and called her a tom-boy for wanting to go. He had colorfully described the hunt to her-the gathering of the large crowds of people outside of town, the rounding up of hundreds of rabbits and herding them into a V-shaped wire pen, the final blows that would do away with the bothersome pests "It's cruel," Mama had said, "not a very pleasant thing for a little girl to watch " But Grace didn't feel like a little girl anymore„ In fact, she felt quite grown up, even if no one had noticed "Now Rose," Papa said, "you know that we only kill those rabbits because we have to. They're ruining our crops, and they're a real menace/' Grace wasn t sure she knew what a menace was, but she did know that Papa would be there helping out, as he always was, wherever he was needed She hurriedly put on her coat at the sound of the sleigh bells, slipping the large black buttons through their holes.. Her warm boots were already on her feet and a knit woolen hat covered her copper-colored hair and some of her brown freckles-She hated her freckles. There would probably be a lot more of them after today, with the bright sun shining on the snow, but she'd just have to endure them. It wasn't worth staying inside just Co have pretty skin. Her two older sisters had pretty skin, but then they had dark hair like Mama' s and they didn ' t get freckles . Grace had inherited the red hair and sandy complexion from her father and his Norwegian ancestors , and the freckles just naturally came with it. Grace grabbed her mittens and ran through the door just as Orland was calling, "Hurry up, Grade girl, if you're goin' with me!" She climbed into the sleigh as the whip cracked loudly above the horses and the sleigh moved sharply ahead, The children were snuggled down on a bed of prickly straw and covered with a heavy patchwork quilt, but Grace sat next to Orland on the seat so she wouldn't raiss anything. 109
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 18
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Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
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