Basket of Chips, page 054

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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
Reference URL

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Title Basket of Chips, page 054
Description A Basket of Chip tree as I dared to not alarm the bird, and placed the best stone I had in the sling, took very careful aim and dropped him to the ground. His killing days were over. The butcher bird (or schreik [shrike)) will kill and store his victim by hooking it to a thorn or in the small forks of a branch of a tree and there leave it. I have found many of his stores. At the age of thirteen, I was considered old enough to have a gun, a single barreled muzzle loader. Then the two former weapons were cast aside and I entered into a bigger field of hunting and trapping. It was only carried on, however, as I could find the time between school work or work at the shop. At twelve years old I began to learn the trade of harness, whip, and saddle making. When I had gained some skill in this line I made a miniature of the "black snake," a whip used at this time for driving mules. It was a brutal affair but my small one was a toy that I sold for twenty five cents. I would buy the material from my father at wholesale prices, make up a dozen or two, and take them to the stores in my own and two other towns. They would sell them at no profit and give the cash to me, and so I managed to get some spending money. To the youth who has an unlimited supply of cash there is nothing to give that thrill or joy of the pallet as I had on rare occasions when I indulged in five cents worth of gum drops. 0 heavenly flavor. 1 How each was shifted from one side to the other of the mouth and slowly washed with the tongue until it vanished. Likewise the first taste of orange and the first apple I remember! And 0, that first spoonful of ice cream! I thought it was a plate of raw butter, the thought of which was nauseat- ing to me. My parents urged and urged me to taste it and I saw that they appeared to enjoy it. My plate would soon get cold if I did not begin, so I did. No more can be said, words are in- sufficient! The only thing I can compare it with is a hazing experience I had at the Ecole de Beaux Arts, but that will come later. At this age I had a little riding pony and it was with him that I made my trips to near by towns to sell my whips. He s4
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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 327534
Reference URL