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Show Do You Remember? . . . 1 Remembor the pathmaker would ' sometimes use ; Cay bells on his harness, to j diffuse 1 A merry jingle, as onward he went, He whistled and sang as if deeply content. Those were the days when folks had time To enjoy their lives; to laugh and chat With a passing friend, or one not known. Remember when we had time for that. M.H.B. By Mind Hatch Benedict ' Remember when sidewalks were cleared of snow By a man with a team and a home-made plow Cut wedge shape, hastily nailed together, For no one anticipates this kind of weather. Up and down the rough country lanes The snow plow shoved the white hliinkct aside, And once in a while, in jovial mood, The driver allowed kids to snitch a ride! The paths were narrow; snow piled high, Small children could only see the sky When walking down the snowy tunnel, Like peering in the end of a funnel. This unusually snowy weather inspired the above memory, and we were surprised to see this very morning, on Ogden sidewalks, a man with a team and a home made plow. The first team of horses hor-ses we have seen in a long time, and the only difference from the long ago snow plow was the absence ab-sence of bells and that the horses were inclined to be nervous. Deep snow recalls times when we attended Central school in Springville, walking all the way in paths whose banks were so high with snow that we could not see over the top. And when the deep snow froze so hard that children ran and played on top of three feet of snow. When the fences were completely covered by huge j drifts that had frozen to ice. With you beside me, that's the time, That life seems best to me." Next week we shall have more contributions from the home town people, that will be interesting we are sure. So until then Do You Remember? And in summers' balmy evenings, In the vale below the hill, They have all dispersed and wandered Far away far away!- On looking back, we wonder if it would now be possible to call together even a dozen of the group to which we used to belong, when, if we considered the future at all, we did not dream of being far apart, our lives cast in different directions and vocations. Sitting by the radiator, drowsy feelings come tonight, and thots seem blurred together by memories memo-ries half forgotten, and still haunt ingly near. So I feel poetical. When wedded bliss first came to me I thought, at last, I will be free, But lands, above, this thing called love Has chained me up Like a run a-way pup! And another thought: "A fireside, on a wintry night A book, some toast and tea, Do you remember that too? It was in such weather that the young folk held oyster suppers, and that we had bob sleigh rides and house warming parties, when we rolled up the rugs and danced to the music of a violin played by Joe Shepherd, a bass fiddle played by Dan Shepherd, and a banjo, played by Thad. T. Hatch. Many a merry party we recall, when the night was so cold that an opened door drew a mist of white frost inside; and to breath the outside air was stinging to the lungs. The oyster suppers were such fun, the boys usually furnished the oysters, and the girls made the oyster stew. A candy pull was often the winding up program of such a supper. Do you remember Polly Ansell a little English girl who lived in Springville for several years ? She sang so many unforgetable songs, one of which is so appropriate to the oyster supper memory and the gay young folks we were: "Where is now the merry party We remember long ago, Laughing round the Christmas fire Brightened by its ruddy glow. |