The Man I Married

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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
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Title The Man I Married
Description table feeling full and contented. Then the show would begin. Usually it didn't take long, for now with an audience that really appreciated him, Ernest would imitate, both in words and actions, all the different people that had come to the mill that day. Here was the squeaky-voiced woman with the few chickens "that were just eating their heads off," the kleptomaniac of the town, who because of his disease, must be watched away from the cash register; the man who maneuvered his small sacks of grain to be weighed so that the larger sacks could go by, even the little boy with his coaster wagon who had been sent for feed for his rabbits would be with us Ernest loved people. He enjoyed talking to them. He admired them for their ideals and their abilities, but always there was some little mannerism by which he identified each. He could talk to all of them about politics, farming, spraying for weeds, religion and so forth. He had an answer for all. A shy child straying into the mill would feel an arm around his shoulders, hear a friendly word, see a smile and perhaps find a piece of candy or a penny in his little moist hand. My thinking stopped, for now supper was ready and so was Ernest. We bowed our heads while the blessing was said and then we began to eat. He would glace around the table and talk about the weather. We knew all about that subject. Excitement was with all of us, but why, we could not imagine. His blue eyes looked from one to the other of us. His smile included us all. His feet beat a jig under the table. When the last morsel of food had disappeared and our plates were cleaned, he said very matter-of-factly, "I've leased the farm out for the summer. Now is our chance to take a little trip." I looked at him in amazement. We interrupted with, "Not in that old-----," and he took the words from us. "I've traded the old 63
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 30
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326486
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