Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 17, 1985 - Sanpete County

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gold, They only hoped to plant the seeds of things we now behold. So let us bow in reverence and glorify their names And honor them within our hearts, and in our halls of fame. WITH OR WITHOUT A "P" Martha Rae Olsen P.O. Box 18 Ephraim, UT 84627 Non-Professional Division Third Place Poetry A reunion in Ephraim is really a treat, There's no telling how many cousins you'll meet. They come from all over, the young and the old, To renew past kinship and leave no tale untold . Now my Danish ancestors were really unique, They settled in Sanpete—the good life to seek. Their surnames we honor, they passed them on down, And it seems I'm related to half of the town. Now the Thomson name is in a bit of a mess, No one is sure just how to spell it, I guess. Some put in a "P" and some folks leave it out , But we all are related, there isn't a doubt. When we all get together and add up the facts, And all of those Danishmen get in the act, We go back in time, to find Dorthea A., With a "P" in her name came to the USA. Then son, Andrew, didn't have one, or so we are told, Could it be in hard times that our "P" was sold? But on down the line "P" shows up now and then, And no relative can tell just where it has been. So the saga of Thomson will last an eon, Our family reunions will go on and on. And no matter what, you're all cousins to me, As we all carry on—with or without a "P." 56
Sources: Family records; History of Andrew Thomson, first son of Dorthea Anderson & Thomas Nielson, written by grandson Woodruff Thomson. Memorial Services for Dorthea A. Thompson GROUNDCHERRY DRESSES Ruth D. Scow 94 West 400 South Manti, UT 84642 Non-Professional Division First Place Short Story The kitchen door opened and Minerva called, "Hurry, May, Papa has the oxen yoked, and as soon as he gets the calves back in their pen, he is ready to go to the farm. He wants to get there before the day gets too hot . " May hurriedly planted a kiss on Mother's cheek, grabbed her sunbonnet and the sack lunch, bolted for the door, and raced down the path to join her two sisters, who were already seated in the wagon. Soon Papa was in the wagon, too. Waving his whip above the oxen's back, he talked to Bill and Ball, as he guided them southward along the road to the farm. It was a beautiful day. Golden sunshine and billowy white clouds floated across the wide expanse of sky. Sego lilies, Indian paint brushes, daisies and other wild flowers grew among the brushes alongside the road, but the girls seemed unaware of all this beauty. They had a problem, a worrisome problem. They needed new dresses, which Mama said they couldn't afford. There was no money even to buy the cloth. Last night, after supper, they had sat on the kitchen steps and talked and wondered and planned as to what could be done so they could earn enough extra money for the much needed dresses. It was then that Papa came up with an idea. . .pick and dry groundcherries. All the fruit trees planted in Manti were still too young to bear fruit„ If the cherries were picked and dried, later they could be soaked in water, sweetened with molasses or sugar and then cooked to make an excellent jam. Papa was sure this dried fruit could be sold. . .and their monies. . .new dresses! Groundcherries grew wild in patches of bushes all along the roadside south of Manti. The plant was an annual, which seeded itself from year to year. Each plant was perhaps 18 inches to two feet in height and had an abundance of green leaves, which hid plump, six-sided, veined pods. Inside each pod was a small greenish cherry, about the size of a marble. To get the cherry, one had to break or pop the pod, from which the one small cherry could then be taken. Papa stopped the wagon near a large patch of bushes and helped the girls unload a wooden bucket, various baskets, and other paraphernalia under a nearby cedar tree. As he was leaving, he called out, "Take care of yourselves until I get back this afternoon. Watch out for snakes, and don't smash the bushes. You can sit in the shade of this tree and pod the cherries when you get tired. The important thing is to get the pods picked while you are here." And with that he drove out of sight. The girls' enthusiasm ran high, but as the sun became more hot they moved more slowly. Stooping to pick the pods was back-breaking work, but soon the girls had a bucket filled with pods. The friendly cedar tree furnished shade, and the girls rested while they opened the pods and dislodged the one small cherry inside. At first, the cherries rolled around in the bottom of the bucket, but soon more were added and the 57
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Page 7 and 8: TABLE OF CONTENTS and WINNERS 1985
Page 9 and 10: THE MANTI TEMPLE 1877-1985 A TEMPLE
Page 11 and 12: Arriving home, Emily was greeted by
Page 13 and 14: COURTHOUSES OF SANPETE COUNTY Elean
Page 15 and 16: figuring how to make the project wo
Page 17 and 18: especially those who had settled in
Page 19 and 20: know whether my aim was good enough
Page 21 and 22: Dear Sir: I wish to express unto yo
Page 23 and 24: I came with dad the day the real es
Page 25 and 26: It seemed to me that I was such a g
Page 27 and 28: OLD SONGS Eleanor Peterson Madsen 2
Page 29 and 30: This poem is based on a real person
Page 31 and 32: to mobs and unfair government. This
Page 33 and 34: quilts across my throat and choked
Page 35 and 36: Associations existed to help steer
Page 37 and 38: 40 acres was too small a farm to su
Page 39 and 40: would eat all that was put before i
Page 41 and 42: HEALERS AND HEALING Mary Louise Mad
Page 43 and 44: courted by her soon-to-be-husband,
Page 45 and 46: Whoa, back to the wards--then there
Page 47 and 48: CHILDHOOD DAYS OF SUMMER Mae Paulse
Page 49 and 50: We also loved to play "Hide the Thi
Page 51 and 52: Each of these women regarded it as
Page 53 and 54: treacherous epidemic. Source: Perso
Page 55: -3- World, we have need of leaders
Page 59 and 60: attempting to exterminate the pale
Page 61 and 62: "Pa will mend the roof, and when sp
Page 63 and 64: Sena Iona was buried in the cemeter
Page 66 and 67: A TEMPLE IS BUILT A massive hill of
Page 68 and 69: Jens Christian Jensen was another w
Page 70 and 71: Room were painted and the mural pai
Page 72 and 73: It is also interesting to note that
Page 74 and 75: Paxman hung the huge east doors of
Page 76 and 77: BISHOP FARNWORTH'S VISION Brother G
Page 78 and 79: these fearsome intruders, the men c
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