Christmas in Sanpete 1849

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 28
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1996
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
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Title Christmas in Sanpete 1849
Description with smooth wax-like surfaces. These were called "jack stones" and with them the children played the game of jacks. They made rock people knowing that the children would use their imagination as they played with them. A rock could become a soldier, an Indian, or even a bishop and a prophet, if it had a painted face resembling a person. Mothers made paint from the bark of trees and bushes and decorated these creatures by candlelight. They made candles by using a few molds brought with them when they crossed the plains. They put a piece of candlewick into the mold and poured hot tallow around it. When cold, the candles were removed from the mold and ready for use. They lighted them with a stick touched to the flame in a fireplace. The soft yellow flame was mild on the eye and as it flickered, a ribbon of smoke curled upward as the warm tallow ran down the sides in shining pearls and cooled into fantastic shapes along the candles. Perhaps, on Christmas Eve, December 24, 1849, a large bonfire was lighted in a clearing, and the folks gathered near to pray and sing Christmas hymns. This would be the first time these hills had echoed songs of the Christ child and the birth of the Savior of mankind. As the words of the song "Away In A Manger" filled the crisp night air, many hearts were touched. Several new babies had arrived and they, like the Christ child, had no crib for a bed. The stars in the heavens looked down where they lay; these new little infants, in caves in the rocks, were asleep on the hay. The Spirit Of Christmas. 1849 Christmas came silently, Paused a watchful moment, Down the frosty hill. Then spreading out a hand Moved into humble dwellings Touched every heart and soul A promise to fulfill. And gently took command. Angels had sung a promise. That night in Bethlehem. Now that spirit blessed them all With peace, good will to man. Source: Bits and scraps of information from many pioneer Usuries. 33
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 28
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326704
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