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southern Utah because there wasn't much work. Things had been pretty lean during the depression years, but I never heard them talk about how bad things were, nor do I ever remember feeling poor. We had always been a clo^e family, along with Daddy's folks. His grandparents were also among the early settlers of Sanpete County, as I have always felt doubly tied to this valley. When Christmas morning cane I hurried downstairs and found that Santa had not forgotten me. The car I had hoped for was not there among the presents, but there was a big baby doll and many other things, and somehow getting a pedal-car didn't seem all that important anymore. I will always remember it as being one of my best Ghristmasea, if not the best. It wasn't what or how much I got that was important. It was the feeling I remember of the happiness of our being together, and the beautiful winter day in a place that I loved. After breakfast, we dressed in our warmest winter clothes, and started walking out through the deep snow to visit our relatives. Trailing through the fluffy, white aoming was half the fun of Christmas day, and getting there to see our aunts, uncles and cousins was something not to be missed! I had never seen a Christinas tree quite like the one at ny Aunt Lola's, nor have I since. The long, silver shimmering icicles hung a-s thick as icing on a cake, and I couldn't help wondering how many hours it had taken to put them on, or who would have such patience. Going to the relatives' houses was always fun, in winter or summer. I remember the deep, dark well at Aunt Hazel's where the family drcvi water that carae fron the cool springs, from which Spring City got its name, and the house where they raised a big family. It seemed big to me then, but now has stood empty Xor many years, and looks very snail. It's difficult to remember now, all the things about that time when I lived in Spring City, but I do reiaember the feelings that have stayed with me and the 122 |
