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Show Minersville Celebrates Its Seventy-fifth Anniversary Minersville, the second oldest settlement set-tlement in Beaver county, celebrated its seventy-fifth anniversary Monday, May 2. The program in commenora-tion commenora-tion of the event was under the auspices aus-pices of the Daughters of Utah Pioneers, Pion-eers, and was as follows: Song, "Come, Come Ye Saints." Invocation, Martha Fotheringham. Speech of Welcome, President Ros-ella Ros-ella Eyre. Instrumental quartet, "Tenting Tonight." To-night." Duet, "When we're Gone we Won't Forget them," Helen Pryor and Melba Mel-ba Jameson. History of Minersville, Hallie Mur-dock. Mur-dock. Our Noble Pioneera, ladies chorus. Talk, John Eyre. Duet, Carma and LaMar Corbridge. Solo, Mrs. Fern Hall. Reading, Armina Banks. Reading, Abram Wood. Accordian solo, Abram Wood. Our Utah Pioneers, ladies chorus. Benediction, T. V. Rollins. Miss Sylvia Rollins was the queen of May with Nona Eyre and Iona Hallingshead as maids. A childrens dance and sports by the scouts were features of the afternoon after-noon entertainment. Sixty Years Ago (By Abraham Wood) Sixty years ago; yes, sixty years ago, We didn't know what depression was, ' sixty years ago, The men wore homespun pants, the children had no shoes. One man owned a paper, the rest borrowed bor-rowed the news. All women cooked on fire places until that eventful day When Stoddards got a cook stove, to see it, they came from far away. Sheep weren't sherii with clippers as it now is done; But about sixty years ago it was by far more fun. First the sheep was caught, then his legs were tied. After some hard tusthng on the plat- form he'd abide. One man used the shearers while the other held him back, And if the dumb brute tried to move on his head he'd get a whack. Finally Brother Banks the champion was declared For sixteen sheep a day was the number num-ber that he dared. Sixty years ago; yes sixty years ago, We didn't know what sugar was sixty six-ty years ago. We chased the cattle over the hills with sore and bleeding feet. We spread molasses on black bread and thot it was a treat The fiddler was- paid squash or wheat as was the caller of "promenade all." Once a girl in a pink calico dress was made queen of the ball. And when they danced from left to right and graceful boys they'd make. Shy youths into their pockets reached, reach-ed, and girls were treated to molasses mol-asses cake. The school house was Mrs. Corbridg-es Corbridg-es home where she lived every day. Then she moved her family back at night after we went away. We toed the mark and recited our lessons les-sons which we memorized. But the long words we could spell you would be surprised. We chewed pine gum, made faces and other things we dared. Brother Roberts often found us out and the rod was never spared. Sixty years ago; yes, sixty years ago, We didn't know what matches were sixty years ago. We borrowed fire from our neighbors when we saw their smoke arise. Apples were put in kids stockings for a happy Christmas surprise. Women spun, wove and dyed their dresses, they wore no paint and never cut their tresses. We had very little money and had no bank account But we'd borrow from friends and neighbors and pack back the right amount. Once we didn't have bread, no flour could be found So we gleaned wheat frcm morn til night, took it to the mill and had it ground. Then be thankful for your blessings, the store is getting low And think of the happy days we enjoyed en-joyed sixty years ago! |