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A Sanpete Native

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 30
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1998
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6vh5m0s
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 326508
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6vh5m0s

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Title A Sanpete Native
Description the area, they never tire of recounting endless tales of humor or valor or Indians or grasshoppers or floods or drought, of peas, cattle, sheep, hogs or turkeys. That quality, once acquired, becomes a part of them so that even if they leave the area, that strength goes with them My husband and I visited Lillian Fjeldsted in her home in Sandy a year or two before she died. And when we left, we felt we had been at home in Ephraim. Lillian, who worked in the School Office, had interviewed my husband before he came here to teach, and had always been interested in our children's progress in school. I remember our good neighbors, Elmer and Maggie Sorenson. I often thought that Elmer wouldn't have had to keep going as he did, with one good leg, and one of wood that sustained his weight as he climbed about in his hayloft, or took him where he drove his team of black horses along the highway. Motorists would often crane to see him and point at his pioneer transportation as they slowed their cars so that their children might also see him, as he came and went along the highway. He enjoyed that. Maggie recalled watching as her father, Jens J. Hansen, carved pieces for a decorative table that still occupies a place in the Manti Temple. She said he had made his own patterns for birds and fruit and other objects. He made his glue by boiling the hooves of dead animals in a large brass kettle in the fire place, letting it cool and straining it through a cloth. She thought he may have learned that method of making glue when he worked on the Manti Temple. He carved dark pieces from an old Howe sewing machine that had been brought across the ocean from Denmark. The lighter pieces were of native wood1 I remember La Von Olson, who on a bitterly cold night responded to what she thought were the cries of a freezing kitten, and set out to bring it in to her warm kitchen. It proved to be a small girl who had slipped between two large snow banks into a 123
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Identifier 133_A Sanpete Native.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 30
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326363
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6vh5m0s/326363