Basket of Chips, page 086

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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 086
Description And thotigh dgdin I ddnce and sing Like u le+zg @me, My dancing or my dredming now Cm never be the same! Service Song Yozl think it is So strange d thing, That for so long So many sphg, - bright days I did not sing. Bzlt this my song - My mother - who W&S Weak dnd frail And close to death, IS well &gain and strong. During this convalescent period we felt the greatest joy, and it was the most blessed time of my life. The bright spring days, every bird song, every budding tree and flower gave the happy cry, "She is getting well." My daily tasks were associ- ated with her constantly. The nesting of the birds in our trees with their joyful song were part of her resurrection. The house finches at daylight shouted the glad news every morning, "She is better, better, better !" And other birds joined in. I planted all varieties of garden truck that she would enjoy, and I never saw such a blaze of flowers as I produced for her. Before she could stand I carried her from window to window to see what I had done for her, and her room was always a bower of flashing color that we brought in from the flower beds outside. Our neighbors were so kind, and love seemed to permeate everywhere. The birds felt it. A sparkling little humming bird adopted us. At any time of the day he could be seen working along the scarlet runner vines or other flowers. He had no fear of me and I talked to him often. She would watch us from the 86
Format application/pdf
Source A Basket of Chips: An Autobiography
Setname uum_ttb
Date Created 2005-04-14
Date Modified 2005-04-14
ID 327566
Reference URL