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Show FESture W. v i M. 4. Oh r.m SOUTHERN UTAH NEWS WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER SS, 1SS7 November, a thankful reminder 3 By Myma Cox Hie month of November brings brisk air, abountiful harvest end a place to call your own, as families come hone to their nesting place. What a wonderful combination. When I think of home and mother, my mind automatically wanders back to my childhood days. Somehow worldly wealth and things are suddenly lost, as I recollect family aong fests, picnics, homemade bread and a mother greeting her crew" of hungry children as they dashed it-- - v i home from school. Who remembers the new drapes or fancy carpet? However, the stories and sharing will live on forever. Regardless ofhumble circumstances, the real feelings of love and security sustain us when we leave home. Those memories of humble beginnings have built us a heritage. Since it is that special month for remembering, I would like to pay tribute to those brave mothers who so willingly worked for our wonderful heritage, sewing and remodelingold clothes, making do with what they had. Such g tasks as boiling clothes in a large boiler, washing on the scrubbing board and cooking meals from scant storage, but most of all, setting examples of great sacrifice, love and caring regardless ofhumble circumstances. I ! 7..7' I. A Ltiar cl r U'brd beam iatihacran. either to c&re. - L 7 . Twai only a little bkrd shanty Each child thrilled with delight As mother told story alter story, As she held the little ones tight. 3ft if jr -- ; A Twas only a little board shanty each from within, did their share, Of chopping the wood, mixing the bread. And tending the little ones there. ' , .. - - rT Twas only a little board shanty The Christmas tree glowed fccra above r The stockings fcili little trinkets 7 7' But hearts were htaped full ofkyve. 7 i"f s ' back-breakin- 1 -- ' I'', y r ' r Twas only a litiia beard shttty Crumbling away, back to eoith 7 OucKsrimmca return 1 x . . Thank you forebearers ... , now and then To visit the boms of their birth. ' .I V . . , - I jf a past Modem day pioneers Crystal and Scott Lamb of Glendale And the A to on reflect in moment and pilgrim heritage. history. pioneer period spirit that led them on to tame the west and build en&jnng bridges of faith, courage and hope for a future generation. Thank you forebearers.. .you gave it a!.. .for our enrichment Photo by Myma Cox. re-ena- ct " ; ; . Thanksgiving in the forest: A story for children By Barbara Pyles Sally Squirrel was talking to her friends. I have an idea," she said. Lets celebrate Thanks- giving Day together." An excellent idea," said Robbie Rabbit We must have crisp carrots and lettuce." No! No! said Mike Mole sharply. Crunchy bugs. Chewy worms," sang Sara- - Cheese," snapped Martha Mouse. T-t- t! Sally Squirrel T-tt- !" clicked her tongue. T11 serve hazelnuts, walnuts, and pecans, No! Nor Everyone screamed at once. Baby Dear epoke slowly. We must work together." Then he explained his plan. Everybody can bring a treat, and their favorite fsod."Tha animals qualities. Carl Coyote watched as the animals scurried back to their homes. My Thanksgiving feast, he snarled. Sally Squirrel cleaned her house until it sparkled. When she heard the sound of merry voices, she opened the door. Happy Thanks- . giving, she yelled. .. Mole wore Mike sunglasses, Ibe sun is just toohisbright forof me," he said. He put plate dried bugs and a large vegetable pizza on the table. Robbie Rabbit smiled. Ive brought a tasty salad and corn bread dressing." Sarah Snowbird flew in sing-Inga aong. Her basketcontained wlnfr warns, and a pecan pie. Whew! This is heavy," de- dared Martha Mouse as she placed cheese and cookies on the V table.. 7 agreed.. Robhb fisswpsd her Let net fcrdie that hua- - food. eqyc Nt fayfrafl Mole. All of food." Hit iyftr?4 favorite ra his o wholcS w , J BtbyDesrremovedecmeleafy ttaseoycteifth&vtscaec& Not I," squeaked Martha Mouse, Not I," twittered Sarah Snow- bird. Baby Deer pointed to the table, Carl Coyote crammed a cookie into his mouth, than swallowed some juice. Sally Squirrel shook her paw at the coyote. Stop ing our food," she said. The coyote grabbed Sally Squirrel and nipped her ear. You are the very animal I want to eat first, lie growled, Sally Squirrel felt a chill of fear. Help me," she sobbed, SarshSncw&rdgatheralallher sfcrcth and Gew right on top cf ! t Seslng double? Seeing double? . eat-Snowbi- rd. theccyctoShepsdadthsccyctos ear. Ths rest of the afcttssgslfc' errirrosdCsriQgA, 2 FREE MONTHS !. DOUBLED f.::;;UTE3 EACH LIO.JTH Taka advantss rsm of . our "Double Bc.-hb2snt Unud double rrJmss ' on your frsi 2 months w3 . , rol over t3 " - Ylth a lock cf, surprize, the , coyote dropped Sal$y Squirrel edtra Baby. Dear pulled 'swtstttotoss and chair. "Wcatyoujdaus&rdih-gr- y brandy two csitaa ctne& from nv Mr. Coyote?" Be - - his basket JusitbsathetebuRtopen. E;7yT!ukr5vis2,rhouted - was the only one Cart Csrsia. "V.ko shell I eat jumayfei Not I," shrieked Robbie Rabbit Not I," quivered Mike Mole, - ' The coyote hesitated. seated," said Sally Squirrel Carl Coyote did as the squir rd said. And from thattime on, Cari Coyote was always invited Not I "gasped My Squirrel to Thanksgiving dinner. . . t i 7 Kerf Hunt'.. 'ScundwCcmBcCo'Shd'dc' Yc&CzZ'Jcr 0 ttes&psrtsrs 235 S;1C3 E CC4-CC3- fd f&nzbl ' C: . & -- '- - Jk. wsmeems lesawhye, |