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 chance for escape. Still, she knew that Papa had been right, too. The rabbits were a problem and something had to be done with them. She almost wished she had stayed at home with Mama and her little brother, Garn. He was still too young to go on the hunt, but it wouldn't be long until he would be part of it like the other boys, and he would remember it as an exciting and adventurous part of his life Only now did Grace slide down into the sleigh and crawl underneath the quilt with the other children, but it was not because she was cold, Orland had also been right. The single men were the winners. That meant that the married men would have to give them a dinner. They would furnish the food, cook it and serve it, then clean up the hall to get ready for the dance. Oh, yes, there was always a dance. That was the best part of any activity around Sanpete County! If there was anything Sanpeters loved to do, it was dance! They held a dance for every occasion, every holiday, and just because it was Saturday. It had become a way of life with them. All the way home Grace tried to get her mind off the rabbits and think of more pleasant things. There would be a children's dance in the afternoon, as the kids liked dancing as well as the grown-ups = The girls would wear their pretty dresses that their mothers had made and the boys would polish their sho-rH with stove black and slick down their hair. Sometimes the boys j ust stood around and looked silly and then the girls would have to dance together, but sometimes the boys would ask Grace to dance. The hoys seemed to like Grace, in spite of her red hair and freckles. The horses whinnied and blew steam through their noses as the sleigh came to a definite stop in front of the house The children tumbled out and ran to the kitchen to get one of their grandma's cinnamon-raisin buns. There were always buns or something gnod in her cupboard The children knew, and found them quickly, running off to play with their hands and mouths full, and with no more thoughts of the rabbit hunt. It was just another sleigh ride, 111
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 18
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325642
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