Basket of Chips, page 112

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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 112
Description A Basket of Chips one of those devoted mothers who would at any time wait on her children when it would have been a kindness to them to have done otherwise. She was far more considerate of her chil- dren than my father was. It was his plan to keep us all on the same block when we were grown and married, and I being the oldest must be the first to make the break. My mother could see that I was destined for bigger things than the harness shop, and I could talk with her about my future and a career that was far different to Father's wishes. She fell in with my plans and helped and encouraged me even though she knew it was to sepa- rate us? When the time came for my departure it was all I could do to leave her. Had she been in good health it might have been different. My sister Ann had died in childbirth the year before and this blow had seriously effected my mother's health."' I left my home with her trust in me and that always held me to the fine ideals she had instilled. She impressed it upon us all as a family the great injury and degradation the use of alcoholic drink of any kind was to humanity. This fine principle was car- ried out to the letter with every member of the family. Robert Louis Stevenson has said, "Where there is drink (alcohol), there is degradation." " I have always found it so. I hope my mother's teachings in that line will penetrate to her posterity in all the ages to come. Her love for us cannot be better illustrated than by her re- mark to me soon after I returned from California the last time. "How gladly I would have exchanged places with Hattie," she said. Her death was as she had lived: consideration for others. When all speech was gone and we looked for her passing momentarily, in giving her a few drops of moisture her tongue would make the effort to say "thank you." Up to a week before Is See Part Two, note 5. and 19 Ibid. 20 Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)) was a Scottish novelist, essayist, poet. 112
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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 327592
Reference URL