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Show #15, p 3 ing about a young girl in the neighborhood who was drowned in shallm\' water because she fell on her face. Su dden~y · the hogan door was opened, lovely f irE-'light shone out; Bertha and her young --husband; in moments they had their car running, and took me home. Wh'fit. a wonderful feeling, but all t he way h ome I tried to get my half-frozen ankles to bend. Next morning the boy's mother drp~ e to the right trading post, brought h i m home to a happy Christmas with . his seven brothers and si s ters, and a Christ-Mass at st Mary ' s followed by a reunion of some 100+ neIghbors, ,vi th refreshments and the 'YOnderful pres ents and c andies sent by you, our friends . As we did a year ago, we were .able to distribute a large hunk of deer or e lk meat, thanks to the wild Life Resources Division of t he state Of u tah. In these days of meat shortage, it was a real treat. Yes, life is different here. I 'vas reminded of an incident in our life at st Christopher's Mission, when a charming, highly trained laboratory tech nician who had been asked by a friend if lab work 'vasn't just a bout t he same there as in a city; she wrote b a cJ( that she had just been sitting on the h e ad of an old work horse, trying to give him an encephalitis shot. Yes, and visi ting is different, too, when "'e think of telephones , street addresses and dependable transportation . * * * * * * ~ve deeply regret not being able to submit Joan's contribution--I know that many · of you will be disappointed , as are we. Pressure of work has not given her time to revise what she had written-although in my opinion it was excellent. He hope that she will be able t o do a longer piece in our next issue. Here we shuw the Abbot of st. Gregory's Abbey with me looking pretty glum, I'm sorry to say. And below i s a snapshot of the distribution of meat on Christmas Day. --H.B. L. |