Basket of Chips, page 093

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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 093
Description Love and Grief I made arrangements to be called at any time if a sudden change came, but it was only a gradual sinking. The next day at one o'clock I found her with the pallor of death on her fea- tures. She reached up her arms to me with just a little moan. I will always believe she was reaching for me. I put her arms around my neck. The nurse said she knew I was with her. These were our last moments we were to spend together in this life. I carefully removed the wedding ring from her finger, took some locks of her hair, and then waited for the end. She passed to the land of the unknown while the nurses were tend- ing to her. OUR GREAT SORROW It was near three o'clock. My children were at home and there were many things to be done at the hospital: arrange- ments to be made; questions asked me to go down on record, and other things. One question, the date of her birth, I could only give them February. It seems as though all my faculties were drifting away and such a longing to be with her had come over me. She was off, alone, without my protection. I asked them to keep her `till Ruth and I could come to make arrangements. Then came the trip back to the little home we had taken her from. Now she was "on her adventure." The bundle of her precious things they tied up in newspaper. I took it with me; the mechanical part of me worked. I reached home someway without accident. The two youngest children were waiting and I took them in my arms. They seemed to know. Ruth came a little later. She looked and seemed to know also. With what strength and courage she stood by me! I was just a little child now and she accompanied me everywhere. I did not dare cross a street without her. I told that little mother that I would take good care of her children, and I fought hard to get back to life again for their sakes. But it would have been so easy to let go. 93
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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 327573
Reference URL