Basket of Chips, page 009

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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 009
Description Philosophy md Hobbies to pass a team and keep right on in the road whether I was awake or asleep. During the third season I sold the car and went back to the horse. What a revelation it was to drive over the ground I had not truly travelled for three seasons. There was beauty and pleasure every inch of the way. I saw pictures everywhere; I wanted to stop and paint. I was really living again! The road was watched and studied by my travelling companion, and I was enabled to give my attention to color effects, for the season daily changes along the way. I could see the improvement the farmers had made and the preparations of the land for the com- ing crops. All was interest and pleasure. This new animal, Blanch, so called because of her whiteness, took an interest in everything we did. I must relate how I acquired her. I knew by my past experiences that if I obtained a first class animal I must get the services of a good reliable veterinary. So one day, near the time for spring work the doctor and I sallied out to inspect the stables where there were horses for sale. We examined dozens superficially and a few very care- fully but there were none, so he said, that answered my purpose. We saw at least five, any of which I would have bought and thought I was getting a treasure. As we came away from each he would say, "Did you see that left forehoof?" -or right knee joint or other damaged parts. "Yes," I said, "but saw nothing wrong." Well there was so and so the matter with it and could never be cured. It was the same with all the others, a crooked leg or some other ailment. It was interesting to note how the owners talked up their wares, but they all knew Dr. K. and realized that it was no use to try to deceive him. He said to me how strange it was that there was such a large crop of horses born in 1909. It was some moments before I saw the joke. Horses may stay at nine years old for many years and the novice will not know if he is older or not. This was the year 1918. He finally located one, that he highly recommended. It was a white mare, about twelve years old, which I bought and never 9
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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 327489
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