Basket of Chips, page 008

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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
Setname uum_ttb
Date Created 2005-04-20
Date Modified 2011-04-07
ID 327930
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Title Basket of Chips, page 008
Description A B&et of Chi/n Another time the heel of his shoe hooked on to the single- tree attached to the plow, but he made no attempt to release himself for he knew that I would attend to it. I soon learned that he was playful when the edge of his iron shoe touched my elbow as his hind feet flashed above my head. It was just an expression of joy as he plunged forward for a run on being released into the open lot for a few hours. Always after that we separated from the fore quarters rather than the hind. He did good work at the farm, cultivating, plowing and work in general and I became very much attached to him. But the day of parting came. The strong desire took root somewhere under my hat to do all the work with the man-made-motor-animal. A neighbor promised to rent me a horse whenever I needed one, which sounded ideal to me. I tried it for two seasons, but I will not repeat the too familiar story. Repairs ! Punctures! Blow outs! Run out of gas ! Damage to gates, houses, plants, trees and so forth! And th e weeds flourished! For the horse I was to use was always busy except the days I could not be there and by the second vear the farm was a forest of undesirable weeds. We had many nice little trips the first year when our car was new and we could bring in our produce in less time but it was very much bounced about and did not please our customers so well as when handled with the horse. The car, I found, did the work only partly and to one who loves living creatures, the machine does not fill the bill. It was a constant worry and kept me always on the look out for accidents. We had some narrow escapes. Ruth, our oldest daughter, started to learn to drive but when she ran into a load of lumber she had all she wanted of driving. When returning from my farm in the early morning after having been up all night irrigating, the rocking of the car would send me to sleep for a moment, and I would find myself close to one side of the road travelling at the rate of twenty miles an hour. It was always a shock on awakening, but I felt a comfort in knowing that I carried an accident policy. With the horse I could sleep on returning, and the last one I had would turn out 8
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Source A Basket of Chips: An Autobiography
Setname uum_ttb
Date Created 2005-04-14
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 327488
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