Chosen Grandparents

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 21
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1989
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 325980
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Title Chosen Grandparents
Description waiting for you when you get to Heaven." (it was like him to assure us terrified children that we could still get to Heaven.) I never wasted another apple. There was an old pedal grinder in their yard. Clifford Hansen had a motorcycle and we all pretended when we were pedaling the grinder we were riding on the back of his motorcycle, for he often took some of us for short rides. Generally, we just took turns on pedaling the grinder. Grandpa and Grandma had cows and cats. Clifford was milker of the cows. Grandma's cats alerted everyone to milking time for they knew to sit in a line and Clifford would squirt milk to each cat. He wouldn't squirt milk to us; possibly he had and had missed a-ffl been scolded for a crybaby tattling. Grandma taught us to be kind to the cats. We would hold and pet, but only she could say "scat" and we'd see them run. A big thrill was when Grandpa would ask Grandma how many fish she needed for a meal. Any child there could tag along, down to the reservoir with him to go fishing. Along the way he would stop to visit and very casually he would ask the lady of the house how many fish she would use that evening. To him, fish had to be used immediately to be good, not caught and put aside. Then he would proceed on down towards the reservoir where he would select the proper spot to fish from. While waiting to fish he would go through his rituals, first he created his smoke, this was from Star plug tobacco carefully shaved with that sharp pocket knife, into the small square of brown store paper. He would fold the tobacco inside and roll it up, then lick it to seal it, a flick of a kitchen match on his pants and he had his smoke. Then it was time for the pole and the decision of which spot was best that day. It depended on time of day and other mysterious factors unknown to us. This decided the stories and fishing began. When we had helped count the number of fish he 36
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 21
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 325890
Reference URL