Basket of Chips, page 113

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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 113
Description Reminiscences of Family, Yozlth, and Early Manhood she died she made her own bed and she would gladly have helped in other ways, but her eyesight had nearly failed. I would read to her in the evenings as I had done with my wife in our happy days, and how my mother did enjoy this plea- sure as she had not been able to read anything herself for many years. I was always grateful that I could bring a little joy to her again during the few months before she died. Many times she would take my hands in her kind old hands and kiss her first born. On the fourteenth of November of the same year that my wife had gone from us, my mother died, and has left a monu- ment of dear memories with us all." MY ADVENTURES IN NARCOTICS tha When I was about ten years old there were three qualities t appea red th .e most manly to me, as is common with most boys. They were: first, to smoke and chew; secondly, to get beastly drunk; and thirdly, to cuss and swear like a trooper. In my father's store plug tobacco was sold and I often saw the rel- ish that the tobacco chewers displayed in biting from the plug. I thought that it was the right time to acquire the habit, so in a guarded moment I picked up a bit of the outside leaf and made for the outdoors. To one who uses tobacco, the contents of the outside of the plug is well known. In just a moment I had my jaws going, swallowing the juice, as well as making the admirable squirt. I could do it all splendidly, even to the imaginary cuss words that went with it. But just as everything was working to perfection the strangest feeling began to come over me. I could feel it from the roots of my hair to my toe nails and it rapidly grew worse. Each moment was so much worse than the last. I could bear it no longer. I rushed to my 21 "For a little while before her death, Mr. Harwood's aged mother made her home with them." Hnwood Ayt Exhibitiolt, 6. 113
Format application/pdf
Source A Basket of Chips: An Autobiography
Setname uum_ttb
Date Created 2005-04-14
Date Modified 2005-04-14
ID 327593
Reference URL