Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 13, 1981 - Sanpete County
Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 13, 1981 - Sanpete County
Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 13, 1981 - Sanpete County
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Source: <strong>Sanpete</strong> tradition and personal experience.<br />
The days grind on, with changeless heat,<br />
Fear mounts within his heart.<br />
Then subtle change one day is seen:<br />
A single cloud, alone, apart,<br />
But bringing hope - "We need <strong>the</strong> rain" -<br />
And bringing smiles to all.<br />
The tension dims, and life resumes<br />
As rain begins to fall.<br />
GO WEST, YOUNG MAN!<br />
Lois Brown<br />
Manti, Utah 84642<br />
Non-Pr<strong>of</strong>essional Division, First Place Short Story<br />
George stepped from <strong>the</strong> chugging, blowing train and onto <strong>the</strong> platform <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> station in Manti, a tiny<br />
town in central Utah. He carried two suitcases, one containing his clo<strong>the</strong>s, <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r his books and medical<br />
equipment. As he looked around at <strong>the</strong> people who had met <strong>the</strong> train, he wondered just what <strong>the</strong>se Mormons<br />
were like and how a small town in Utah compared to <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r towns where he had stopped.<br />
George was a young doctor from Rock Island, Illinois. He had lived near <strong>the</strong> bustling city <strong>of</strong> Chicago all<br />
his life, attended school <strong>the</strong>re, finished his training at <strong>the</strong> busy Cook <strong>County</strong> Hospital and decided that he did<br />
not want to spend <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> his life as a city doctor. So, when his medical training was complete he had<br />
packed what he considered most essential, bade farewell to his loving but bewildered family, and boarded <strong>the</strong><br />
train going west. George's mo<strong>the</strong>r had always assumed that he would practice medicine somewhere near<br />
Chicago, so when he announced that he was heading west with no particular destination in mind she was<br />
horrified. He had graduated at <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> his class so <strong>the</strong> opportunities open to him were many, but he was<br />
turning his back on all his family, his friends and <strong>the</strong> many opportunities near his home and was going—west,<br />
just west.<br />
When George arrived in Manti he had been traveling west for several months. He simply bought a<br />
ticket that would take him to some town by nightfall. There he would leave <strong>the</strong> train, find a hotel, a meal, visit<br />
<strong>the</strong> local drug store if <strong>the</strong>re was one, prepare to leave on <strong>the</strong> next train and go to bed.<br />
At a little mining town in South Dakota where he had stopped for <strong>the</strong> night, <strong>the</strong>re had been a smallpox<br />
epidemic and no doctor. When people with whom he visited found that he was a doctor <strong>the</strong>y begged him to<br />
stay and help <strong>the</strong>m for a day, a week, a month—just to please help <strong>the</strong>m. So he did. He stayed until <strong>the</strong><br />
epidemic was over, <strong>the</strong>n he left a grateful little town that would long remember <strong>the</strong> handsome young doctor<br />
who had saved <strong>the</strong>m from catastrophe.<br />
This had been <strong>the</strong> pattern <strong>of</strong> his trip west. He spent a few days, a week or weeks helping where help<br />
was needed, <strong>the</strong>n moved on. His scrawled notes went home, "Dear Mo<strong>the</strong>r, I've been here for a week, and<br />
while <strong>the</strong>re is need for a doctor here this is not where I wish to live. Love, George."<br />
Now, here he was in Manti for <strong>the</strong> night. He inquired for a place to stay, and carrying his two cases he<br />
proceeded to Main Street and a place to spend <strong>the</strong> night. He smiled as he thought <strong>of</strong> what his small dainty<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r would say if she met him. George was <strong>the</strong> same husky six-foot young man who had kissed her good-<br />
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