Basket of Chips, page 007

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Title A Basket of Chips: An Autobiography
Creator Harwood, James Taylor, 1860-1940
Subject Artists; Painters; Artists' writings
Subject Local Harwood, James Taylor, 1860-1940; Artists--Utah--Biography; Harwood, Harriett Richards, (1870-1922)
Description These memoirs of Utah artist and teacher James T. Harwood cover a wide range of subjects including farming, gardening, bird watching and cooking. But, primarily, "A Basket of Chips" is about his early love, Harriett Richards, and their life together.
Publisher Tanner Trust Fund University of Utah Library, Salt Lake City, Utah
Contributors Olpin, Robert S.; Ward, Margery W.; Cooley, Everett L.; Madsen, Brigham D.; Tyler, S. Lyman
Date 1985
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Relation Is part of: Utah, the Mormons, and the West, no. 12
Coverage 1860-1940
Rights Management University of Utah, Copyright 2001
Holding Institution J. Willard Marriott Library, University of Utah.
Source Physical Dimensions 14.5 cm x 22.75 cm
Source Characteristics Printed Hard Cover Book
Scanning Technician Karen Edge
Metadata Cataloger Kenning Arlitsch; Jan Robertson
Call Number N 6537 H364 A2 1985
ARK ark:/87278/s6zs2vsj
Topic Artists; Painters; First person narrative
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Date Created 2005-04-20
Date Modified 2011-04-07
ID 327930
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Title Basket of Chips, page 007
Description Philoso@y and Hobbies You may not know, but farmers have a great habit of stop- ping in the road to gossip on crops or any other topic. We never could pass one without a hearty "Get Up" or Sancho would come to a dead stop, which was embarrassing in many ways. I seemed to be unsociable and gave the appearance of everlasting punishment, as the "Get Up" was not enough without the whip. My whip bills were enormous, but fortunately I was formerly a whip maker, and my knowledge came in handly for repairs. My horse was a poster scheme, rather more than suited my retiring disposition, and I was soon known all along the line. He was a Pinto decorated with good large spots. In selling him I an- swered all questions truthfully but one point I did not advertise. The next horse I bought was an improvement in many ways, but I lost her as she was stolen or strayed away. I left her in a little fence enclosure and one morning she was missing. That was the last I saw of her. My third one proved a very good animal, but he had one queer habit. He would shy off from a pile of sand or dirt of any kind and always showed fear of it. One day I made the remark to a dry looking individual, who seemed to show interest in the animal, "that he was a fine horse in every way but was afraid of a pile of dirt." "Huh ! Queer! Th ere's plenty of it around," he answered shortly. I laughed over that remark and his expres- sion for many years, and still smile at the recollection. The horse was the greatest mischief, but the strangest thing is that if he got into any kind of trap he would just wait pa- tiently until he was released. He was very fond of rolling. I had put in a hydrant with a sturdy post next to it to protect it. After the hole was all filled he found there was some loose dirt there, and that became his favorite rolling place. The next day I came home I found him stretched out in a sea of water, calmly waiting for me to release his hind foot that was caught between the hydrant and the post. He had attempted to roll, was caught and he did not try to do anything for himself. He had turned on the water when his foot was caught. Any other horse would have kicked until the hydrant was a wreck. 7
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Source A Basket of Chips: An Autobiography
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Date Created 2005-04-14
Date Modified 2005-04-14
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