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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 088
Description opened the gate and let it back with the bunch so that it was not long enough away to make them think it a stranger. After a day or two at that particular hour as I came up with the food it would be at the gate to be let out, and in two weeks of this special feeding Runt had gained nearly double his weight. He was not afraid any more and would crowd himself in with the others. He grew up to be a brief ornament on our dining table. My wife took great interest in these experiments from the beginning, and she was the first to solve another problem. In our forty young pullets there was one that kept to itself as no other chicken would permit it near. As a result it became very long and thin, would only feed when the others were not near and would spend many hours of the day on the roosts. One day my wife noticed that this chicken's legs were a purplish hue instead of yellow. That solved the riddle. Then I took means to save her life, otherwise she would have been removed to starvation and cruelty. It was strange to notice how cruel and domineering she became when I put her with a younger bunch. Nature's way again. Life in general is much as you find it in the chicken yard. Even though one be ever so exceptional in ability or fine in pedigree, yet the whole yard must be faced and his superiority proven by combat. Though his competitors be of the common herd, they must all be subdued or he will be driven away. The bees gave us much pleasure though we had a very bad season with the least honey for many seasons in California. The bee keepers had to feed them through the summer months. Our hive swarmed in the spring and filled about half of the hives with comb, and put by a little honey, but by June we had to feed them a syrup made from sugar. By September my wife seemed so well that I made plans to go to Utah for two weeks, and just before leaving I gave the bees a good supply of syrup to last until I returned? While I art 7 This trip was the result of Harwood's exhibition of the 192 1 Utah State Fair. agreeing to judge the entries in the 88
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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 327568
Reference URL