Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 17, 1985 - Sanpete County
Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 17, 1985 - Sanpete County
Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 17, 1985 - Sanpete County
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SKINNY-DIPPING ON EASTER<br />
June B. Jensen<br />
575 West 800 South<br />
Orem, UT 84058<br />
Pr<strong>of</strong>essional Division<br />
First Place Anecdote<br />
Several girl friends and I were overcome with April spring fever. That accounted for our foolish,<br />
spur-<strong>of</strong>-<strong>the</strong>-moment decision to go skinny-dipping on Easter Sunday in <strong>the</strong> <strong>Sanpitch</strong> River which runs<br />
west <strong>of</strong> Fairview.<br />
We placed our clo<strong>the</strong>s and picnic lunches carefully on <strong>the</strong> bank. In our underwear, we dared one<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r to be first into <strong>the</strong> cold water. All went well for a while until we heard <strong>the</strong> pounding <strong>of</strong> horses'<br />
hooves„ The town's ruffians, who were also "Eastering," had discovered our plight„ They raced <strong>the</strong>ir horses so<br />
close to <strong>the</strong> bank that clods <strong>of</strong> dirt fell into <strong>the</strong> water and made it muddy„ They threw our clo<strong>the</strong>s up into <strong>the</strong><br />
high willows nearby and ate our lunches.<br />
During all <strong>of</strong> that time we kept ourselves submerged in <strong>the</strong> water, up to our necks. We didn't dare to<br />
get out„ At intervals <strong>the</strong>y called names and threw rocks and sticks at us„ The harassment went on for hours.<br />
One <strong>of</strong> our tormentors found a nest <strong>of</strong> water snakes, which he tossed, one at a time into <strong>the</strong> water„ Those<br />
snakes swam by leaping up into <strong>the</strong> air and down, not merely wiggling along. That was a terrifying sight I shall<br />
never forget„<br />
Finally, when darkness came, <strong>the</strong> rowdies left. Half frozen, we scrambled out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Sanpitch</strong>, found<br />
our clo<strong>the</strong>s, and staggered home.<br />
SHOES OR TITHING<br />
Jewel King Larsen<br />
465 South 100 East<br />
St. George, UT 84770<br />
Pr<strong>of</strong>essional Division<br />
Second Place Anecdote<br />
Emily looked thoughtfully at Arthur's worn shoes. "Oh, why can't shoes last longer?" she thought.<br />
"What shall I do? Shall I pay my tithing or buy shoes for Arthur? I saw a pair <strong>of</strong> shoes at Johnson's Merc. for<br />
fifty cents that would do for a while, but if I neglect my tithing, I doubt I can save enough to pay it later„<br />
Money doesn't go very far,"<br />
The year was 1902 and Emily had just returned to Spring City, Utah, from Nebraska where she and<br />
her husband, John Hardin had worked on a ranch, John recently died from a heart attack, leaving Emily a<br />
widow for <strong>the</strong> third time in ten years with <strong>the</strong> sole support <strong>of</strong> children Arthur, John and Maud.<br />
Collecting her family <strong>of</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>rless children, Emily returned to <strong>the</strong> tiny house in which she lived<br />
before her marriage.<br />
To support her children, Emily washed clo<strong>the</strong>s for families in <strong>the</strong> town. She always paid her 10<br />
percent tithing before even food was purchased, but now Arthur needed shoes.<br />
After a sleepless night, Emily scurried to <strong>the</strong> Bishop's storehouse to pay her tithing before<br />
temptation conquered.<br />
"I know <strong>the</strong> Lord will provide," she told herself. "He has never failed me yet."<br />
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