Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 13, 1981 - Sanpete County

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Long ago, on a morning in July, I walked in valley meadows west of town And saw a silver cloud rolling down The valley floor. It blotted out the sky. Then I set my teen-age fancy free, And the cloud, which had enveloped me, Became a monster—as in stories I had read— And I pretended to be filled with dread. In that playful mood, I closed my eyes "Expecting" to be seized, but to my "surprise" The monster gently kissed my hands and face With moistened lips and left me in my place. Decades later, where dry path met snow On mighty weather-maker, Mount Rainier, (As it is called by people who live near) I watched a great fog down below Rushing toward us up the mountain slope. My young son, with childlike fear and hope, Asked, as fog and night advanced: ¥ill we lose our way And be unable to go back by light of day? But it moved fast to where we were and past, And left us standing there in silent awe As the flimsy curtain that we saw Concealed the massive mountain from our view While we marveled at the magic nature knew. That was the way the valley-monster came When rising sun beat down and kissed The cool, damp meadows west of town, Creating there a faint, friendly mist To rise and greet the cloud and so proclaim That heaven and earth together, as a team, Can give a young boy's mind a timeless dream. I watched it float away over fragrant fields of hay Until it left the valley at the southern end. But to this day I revel in the blend Of fantasy and ecstasy I've known For sixty years as mine and mine alone. I could not ride the wind into the sky, Nor, like Pegasus take wing and fly; 22
I could not touch a rainbow with my hand. But I could see, feel, and understand How beautiful our fields, sky, and land Can be in moments such as those, too rare, Though I was very young. But I was there To see the silver, earth-bound cloud sweep by— Then look up to see a blue, cloudless sky! NOTE: I "moved away" from Sanpete twice, first in 1925, and again in 1934, after having returned to live there for more than three years between 1929 and 1934. Hence, I do not know whether the ground-cloud I have described is a fairly common occurrence. I suspect it is not. YEARNINGS ON MEMORIAL DAY Jenny Lind Myrup Brown 239 Hampton Avenue Salt Lake City, Utah 84111 Professional Division, Second Place Poetry Musinia, shining mountain, Ancient realm of the vanquished ones; Fountain of ferned pools of water, Home of antlered deer and fawn. Protect old haunts and hidden pathways: Honor distant, silent drums! Musinia, regal mountain, Visioned by the pioneers; Source of strength for those who labored, Source of life for virgin fields. Remind me of their toil, their sorrow: Help me understand their tears! Musinia, white domed beauty, Reflecting light from skies above; Rouse once more forgotten wonder, Guide me to my childhood home. Stay, oh, symbol of my yearnings: Guard forever those I love! NOTE: I was born in Gunnison, Utah, to Linda Fjeldsted and Niels C. Myrup. Though I have spent much of my life in Provo and Salt Lake City, I have often returned to Gunnison during the years my parents were alive, and still visit there as often as possible. My yearly trip on Memorial Day is a special time in my life; this poem tries to express my feelings about beautiful Musinia, the Indian's shining mountain, and the love I have for my childhood home. 23
Page 2 and 3: SAGA OF THE SANPITCH "The Old Grana
Page 4 and 5: Distributors: Mrs. J. W. Wernz 557
Page 6 and 7: 12. Judges are to be selected by th
Page 8 and 9: SENIOR CITIZEN DIVISION ANECDOTE FL
Page 10 and 11: THE BISHOP'S WATERMELON PATCH……
Page 12 and 13: One warm day in July, 1921, three o
Page 14 and 15: ISAAC MORLEY (Affectionately Known
Page 16 and 17: Young, who often said of Isaac's ma
Page 18 and 19: Eugene Field, that made students aw
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Page 24 and 25: FORSAKEN Jewel King Larsen 465 Sout
Page 26 and 27: Lars built this small house in the
Page 28 and 29: "Hadn't Father Morley been on the f
Page 30 and 31: FLIES Talula Nelson Box 148 Mt. Ple
Page 32 and 33: FAIRVIEW'S FIRST FLOUR MILL Hugh Br
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Page 36 and 37: Chorus Someday I will be old, boys,
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Page 40 and 41: attached to turn the cylinder. The
Page 42 and 43: FROM PORKER TO PORK Vernon F. Larse
Page 44 and 45: FACTS AND FICTION ABOUT SANPETE'S J
Page 46 and 47: DANCES IN THE STERLING SCHOOL HOUSE
Page 48 and 49: HOMESTEAD PRIORITIES? Alvin Barlow
Page 50 and 51: spring where Evan had placed them.
Page 52 and 53: THE BORROWING Ruth D. Scow 94 West
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Page 58 and 59: 26 Merrill D. Beal, p. 78. 27 Noyes
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Page 62 and 63: OUR HILL Thelma G. Burnside Fairvie
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Page 68 and 69: Source: Sanpete tradition and perso
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Just then the door opened. It was t
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flight. Even the solace of mourning
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Sometimes it looked like a knife or
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portion of bedding and clothing was
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The J. P. L. Breinholt monument yar
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The Band and townspeople of Ft. Gre
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Ft. Green Band at the Juab County F
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Jennie Allred herding sheep on High
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