A Sweet Bargain

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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
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Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 326508
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Title A Sweet Bargain
Description was better to have a little that you had earned on your own than to have a handout. He had worked with the local beekeeper since he was nine and had a reputation of being a hard worker like his mother. The family lived off the land, growing all of their own fruits and vegetables on the small two-acre parcel. Mama had a fine berry patch that she nurtured almost as carefully as she did her babies, and the proceeds bought a little sugar and other necessities. Clark listened to the chickens making their familiar chatter in the yard. In spite of their chitchat, he was grateful for them and the income that the eggs brought. Besides, their fanfare meant that it was morning, the dawning of another day, and this one would be the best one he'd had for a long time. He was done milking and he pulled Papa's old boots from his feet. They were so big and dirty that they nearly fell off by themselves, but he was glad to not have to wear his own shoes out into the shed. He reached deep down into his pocket to check for the coins. He fingered their round edges as he sauntered back to the house. It felt good to have some money in his pocket. He mused over how he would make lots of it when he grew up, and buy Mama lots of lovely things. He had seen her eye the lamp in the hardware store, admiring all the dangling pieces of glass the clerk called prisms. Someday he would buy it and have it all wrapped up in fancy paper and give it to her for her birthday. Last year she cried all day long on what should have been her special day. Papa had died only two weeks before and he knew that she was still unsure of how it would all work out without him. Even though he had not made a lot of money, he was consistent, and when things got bad Clark remembered how he would always convince Mama they would get better. They usually did. He was there when she buried her babies one by one, eight tiny graves in all, at the cemetery near the edge of town. But at his funeral, she looked so alone standing against the November sky, trembling in the wind like a leaf ready to fall from a tall cottonwood. It made 113
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Identifier 123_A Sweet Bargain.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 30
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326373
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