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Show Do You Remember? ..." . - By MAUDE H. BENEDICT A whirlwind trip through the Springville art gallery a week ago left us breathless, and with a feeling' feel-ing' of being lost in a swirl of rainbow rain-bow colors! . From the cursory glance we had time to give the paintings, the impression was that this year's exhibit surpassed all others in excellence, and that is saying a great deal for all of them. We even forgot to register, but hope to go again before the closing date. Wouldn't it be wonderful if Artist John Hafen could view what must have been a long cherished dream, the beautiful fulfillment in the Springville art exhibit? Too bad the dreams we dreamed come to others instead of the dreamer. How few of the poets, great musicians musi-cians and artists gain due recognition recog-nition while they live. It seems that we are all so afraid to pay a deserved tribute or compliment until it is used in an obituary address! ad-dress! Do you remember the May walks customary in the years ago per- . . . haps today, too, in some of the luieter places. How spring, dressed dress-ed in all its fresh splendor, urged us out of doors, to the woodlands and hills. Some of us made another an-other Easter picnic party of the May walk. . Remembering Edith Child, now Mrs. Will Rothwell her gay laughter and sunny disposition. Wonder if she still lives in Springville Spring-ville First ward? Of the Rothwell family we recall re-call Minnie, and also Delia, who reminded us so strongly of our own baby sister, Roween. Minnie was another schoolmate of the Central days. Bertha Weight married mar-ried one of the Rothwell boys Jim? Of the Child family remembered, remember-ed, there was Moses (Mode), who married Beulah Santimyer; Sterling, Ster-ling, Dimick, Lou, and Chauncey, besides Edith, mentioned above. And Pearl Noakes, another old friend of childhood, who married Hugh Pierce. We remember the John Noakes farm near the Alf Weight and Willis Sumsion farms Milton, Emma, Winnie, and Pearl Noakes. Remembering also June Pierce his beautiful auburn hair, the color of a bronze turkey's tur-key's wing. Hope he has not lost the sense of humor and cheerful disposition we remember of him. , A memory comes of Amos Warren, War-ren, pioneer of Springville, father of Mrs. Steven Dallin and of Mrs. John WaHswnrth Thp hno"cri7 anH it had a slightly astringent qual- Ity that puckered the lips and tongue. We remember that Grandfather Clegg used to weave baskets of the willows found along Hobble Creek's bank. He wove clothes baskets and smaller kinds that were a work of art. Grandma Clegg always had several willow baskets about her house. We seldom sel-dom see this kind of basket these days. Is basket-weaving a lost art in Utah? One more memory Ivy Bjarn-son, Bjarn-son, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Steven Ste-ven Bjarnson, in her cute little yellow rubber-tired cart, drawn by a Shetland pony the envy of every little girl in Springville! Ivy was perhaps 9 or 10 years old, and her father had presented her with this little gift on her birthday. Do you remember? . tot)iJ chestnut horse that were a familiar famil-iar sight on the streets of Springville. Spring-ville. We can still recall the squeak of the wheels and the sound of the horses' hooves in the dusty and rocky roads. Are all children subconscious sub-conscious by registereing the things that return to memory long after they are grown up? If the reader will concentrate on the past, back to early childhood, child-hood, strange, yet familiar pictures pic-tures will rise before the mind's eye in startling clearness. Do you remember the rice flour used in World War I, and the sticky bread it invariably made? The meat-less and wheat-less days ? And now comes sugar rationing, ra-tioning, one-half pound to each person per week, and we have only begun to feel the restrictions and sacrifices we will undoubtedly be called upon to make. This time of year the fruit trees in full bloom, making all of the orchards a huge, fragrant bouquet, defying the artist's brush to catch their full beauty brings back the taste of peach and cherry blossoms, blos-soms, for we used to love the per-fumy per-fumy bitter sweetness of them. We believe that most children do taste of the spring vegetation and we were forever being warned against such a habit. We remember peeling yards of kinnicanick bark from the willows with our teeth, although |