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would break through the crust and go down with one leg. He couldn't get out alone, and he comrades would come whooping and yelling to his rescue. It wasn't possible to keep enough fire to warm the back end of the log house. Mothers were afraid to put their babies on the bed for fear of them freezing to death in their sleep. The babies were bundled up and held on their mother's lap while they slept. The mothers busied themselves with patching or knitting so as not to lose time while the little ones slept. What an impression this story made on me who had never seen snow. Ninteen years ago when we were called to be workers in the Temple we had no idea that Manti was to become our perman- ent home. But from the first, I loved the Sanpete Valley with hills and mountains surrounding the substantial towns separated by fertile fields and meadows, and presiding over all the Temple on Manti Hill, a sacred living monument to the faith, courage, and vision are people with the same blood lines as mine. In Mt. Pleasant and Manti cemeteries are graves of my great and second great grandparents. Because of the word pictures grandma so vividly painted for me years ago, and now still hang on memories walls, I somehow feel that I have come HOME. - 49 - |
