The Lesson

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 26
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1994
Type Text
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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 326218
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Title The Lesson
Description THE LESSON Ruth D. Scow Senior Division First Place Anecdote I came into my kitchen just in time to see our four-year-old son scaling the front of our "stand-alone cupboard" reaching for the match box that had been placed there to keep it out of the reach of children. "What do you mean trying to reach those boxes'.'1. I expostulated, as 1 grabbed the child and deposited him on the floor. "You think it will be fun to strike those matches'.'" The situation called for drastic action then and now. Quickly I reached on tiptoes and dispiayed a fall matchbox which 1 held in front of the boy. "Would you like to strike as many as all these matches in this box one after another?" 1 asked. He looked at me in amazement as he nodded his head and quickly reached for the box. His freckled face was filled with astonishment. It was a hot day in July 1940. but my quickly made plan was to take advantage of that heat where there was no shade, just hot sunshine. The path to the corral would be an ideal spot. We sat down. 1 explained about all these matches in the box. They would have to be struck one at a time on this embedded rock, and then he could hold each match in front of him until the hot flame almost reached his fingers. Then he was to blow the match out. He could put what was left of the match in this empty can. Wow. it was hot sitting there on this bare, dirt path! I looked at all the matches remaining in the box and thought of all the things 1 had planned to do that day. 1 handed him the first match and watched the procedure - then the next and the next and - all the time feeling the sun's heal more and more. This was a hot job. 1 needed patience and lots of love to endure what I had got myself into. Vet I knew the importance of this chance to teach our son about matches. 1 handed him the first match, then me next, and next; I kept careful watch as he struck each match, watched it burn, blew it out, and put the burnt match into the can of burnt matches. The sun seemed to slowly move across the sky with not even a cloud to furnish shade for us for even a moment of relief. The last match was struck. 1 gave a silent sigh of relief. Never had 1 been so hot on purpose. Surly he had learned a lesson? He looked at the box then at me and asked."Got any more?" 29
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 26
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326023
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