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Indians in My Life

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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
ARK ark:/87278/s6m043j1
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 326790
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6m043j1

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Title Indians in My Life
Description feed my papooses." The squaw laughed and nodded her head. She saw a coat hanging on a chair and pointed to it and said. "Give me. fit my boy." Mom shook her head, "No. my boy's coat, he needs it." Then the Indian, feeling she had someone sympathetic to her. asked for fruit. She was given several bottles of fruit. Encouraged by this generosity, she said, "Blanket, cold winter." Mom found a blanket for her and then finally said, "That's enough. You go. Come again next year." The Indian nodded her head, smiled and left to go to the next house. Although it was fun to have the Indians come and I was glad my mom always helped them, I felt there was something wrong. When my mother needed flour, she called Beck's Mill and they brought sacks of flour to fill the flour bin. In the summer, Mr. Brown brought us heaping bushels of peaches and apples. All my mother or dad had to do was write a check and make a phone call for these supplies. Why couldn't the Indians do the same? Mom's mother, Grandma Meacham, had been raised in Toquerville. close to the Indians, and had learned to love them and sometimes respect them. When my cousins came to Manti to visit, Grandma would gather us around her and tell us about the Indians in her life. We knew, if we listened, she would give us each a nickel for a treat. The nickel must be spent at "Dick's Place," a confectionary store operated by her daughter, Fanny, and son-in-law, Dick Daly. Her stories always had a lesson for us to learn. Her most often repeated story was about an Indian being murdered. Because the white authorities did nothing about it. the Indians held a council to decide what to do. About thirty Indian Braves sat on the ground in a circle. According to Grandma, each one spoke his opinion of who had committed the murder. No one interrupted anyone or spoke out of turn. (Obviously this was the lesson.) A few days after council, the Indian each had named as the guilty one disappeared and was never seen or heard of again. All of us wanted to know what happened to him. but Grandma never told. She told us about how some of the Indians took anything they wanted if they thought they would not be caught. The lesson was they were always caught and punished severely. She talked about the squaw 42
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Identifier 051_Indians in My Life.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 28
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326728
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6m043j1/326728