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THE EPHRAIM CO-OP Eleanor P. Madsen Ephraim, Utah First Place Poetry There it stands, battered and forlorn, Old and sad, subject to anyone's scorn. What do you think of it? Long ago, There were happier days you know. Of the mercantile stores in the west It was one of the very best. Now, you can 't see the words, "Holiness to the Lord," Cut carefully in the white stone, Circling the beehive, almost gone. "Ephraim Co-Op, " it once read. Later, "U.O. Mercantile" it said. It was built from rock, hewn by hand, Near where the old fort used to stand. We tied our horses to a hitching post, Opened the west door with the most Elegant drapes, all tasseled so fine, Entered the branch Co~Op in Zion. Many came in. Prices weren 't high. Spacious rooms, where one could buy Harness, molasses, calico or chair, Whatever took your fancy or flair, A barrel of pickles or keg of nails, A fancy saddle or a yard of percale. Imagine this room when it was new. One hundred years old in nineteen seventy-two. Anthony H. Lund first manged the place. Martha, Laura, Millia sold pretty lace. When the S.P.V. first came through, Junction Co-Op was the name we knew. -1- |
