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Show j)o You Remember? . . . py MAUPK H. BICNKD1CT i "TTvoii" romoinbor when about ... ,l time of the yoar when we m stop on our way homo from ,Vtlol im 11 biR' b,nck w,Unut to fill our tin hmcl) pulls, and our aprons, with the spongy, ",-oovorod nuts? Or strip the K-L off with our fliers, leaving "-tain" Unit lasted for weeks? tvnimit stain on clothing never did fVe recall that many large old ,lnut trees grew along the side-ilks side-ilks in Springville, and perhaps n this dav these very trees bear llnuts that are hoarded by youngsters as in the days gone by! When nearly every family had ninny sack full of black walnuts wal-nuts stored for winter, and how sat around the kitchen range and cracked the nuts with a hammer ham-mer using the bottom of an old-fashioned old-fashioned flat iron, or sad iron, as a solid surface on which to crack them? Remember how we used a hairpin, toothpick, orange stick, or sometimes a "common" pin to dig out the nut meats from the shells ? Remember the lovely autumn days when we loitered happily along the way home, scuffling our feet in the dry, pungent leaves that covered the sidewalks? The scent of decaying apples as we passed an orchard, and the tangy smell of chrysanthemums as we 'lazied' 'along? How back in the mind we dreaded the chores awaiting us at home, and often "put off" the inevitable, until the last lap of homeward journey would find us running to get home before the sun had set? Those dreaded chores! The worst one, filling the woodbox the yawning depths of which seemed never to have had enough wood! Do you remember the woodpiles in every back yard? When wood ' was burned almost exclusively ? ways changed our school dress for an "old" one after school, and that wo often wore ono dress a whole week before it needed laundering? Our brothers, too, wore shirts many days without washing. Do you remember home-made rag carpets? How the rags were cut in strings about an inch wide, sewn together, wound into a one-pound one-pound ball, and it required two or more flour sacks of carpet rag balls to make a nine by twelve carpet? Whenever we sat down at home our mothers would hand us a lap full of carpet rags to sew "while we were resting!" We recall, too, Old Lady An-thons, An-thons, and dear old Grandma Swenson, mother of Mrs. Fred Mason, Ma-son, and of Oscar Swenson, who were carpet weavers. The huge loom used, and how the pattern came out either striped or "hit or miss," depending depend-ing upon how the warp was set up. Some of these carpets were beautiful. beau-tiful. - Clean, new straw was used under un-der the carpets, and do you remember re-member the gadget we had to stretch the carpets? It helped, but most of the stretching was done by hand, back, and sore knees! The thrill of a new carpet, and the hard work it was to sweep them! Do you remember the rope-spring rope-spring beds some of our grandparents grand-parents brought across the plains? The bed rails would have little knobs along the topsides and ends, over which clothesline rope was woven back and forth, up and down, forming perfect network of squares, the end of the rope tied securely to a bed post, and there your bed had springs! The kind with celluloid backs in which our schoolmates wrote such poetry as: "Sure as the grass grows round the stump You are my honey : sugar luirml" duced to sing and recite our especially espe-cially loved comic song, "The Frog," which he did to perfection, making us laugh merrily. Words of his song will be in another Do you remember? That, of course, was before furnaces fur-naces were dreamed of for home heating purposes. And do you remember re-member the wood sheds most of us had lined with cut wood? Regardless Re-gardless of many writers using the wood shed as the place where punishment pun-ishment was meted out to bad children, by an irate parent, we can truthfully state we were never spanked in our wood shed! Oh, well! Do you remember that we al- faome ot the early settlers used cat-tails that were so plentiful along the banks of the Spanish Fork river, where it emptied into Utah Lake, for stuffing for their bed "ticks." The cat-tails were placed in a small opening in the tick, and stripped off by hand of the fuzzy, fluffy down. When filled they made a most perfect feather bed.' Later they became lumpy, but an experienced bed maker knew how to shake them back into light fluff again. Cane-bottomed chairs, with curved curv-ed backrests, that were so comfortable, com-fortable, were found in many of the homes. The old horse-hair sofa was the great-grandparent of our overstuffed davenport of today and think of how hard and slick and unrestful the old settees were! When wall shelves adorned the walls, and held the alarm clock, sometimes the family album, and the doctor book. Shelves covered with fancy ball-trimmed doilies, were in the best of "taste" those days. And the old fancy carved "what-nots" of our grandmother's day filled with "mustn't-touch-its!" The autograph albums we treasured, treas-ured, and carried with us to school. and "Laugh and the world laughs with you f Eat onions and you sleep alone!" Nice! But oh, what fun! Remember when the family cat was really part of the family? When sometimes a roof sprang a leak and a milk pan was utilized to catch the drip? How the tinny drip made a sleepy lullaby sound, and how the next day (if it didn't rain) Pa climbed on the roof with a handful of shingles and mended the weak spot! And lastly, do you remember ever sitting outside your house in the gloaming the entire family singing to the accompaniment of guitar and banjo the old favorite songs "Tenting Tonight," "I've A Tender Recollection," "In the Evening Eve-ning By the Moonlight," "Swanee River," "Old Black Joe," and "Carry Me Back to Old Virginny" ? Our childhood was filled with music and song, when father led the singing while the moon rode high in the blue, and the neighbors neigh-bors came outdoors to listen! Sometimes father could be in- |