Show Merinda 1 Gill tiU Jones Vividly Pictures Scenes of Her Park City Childhood i Merinda Gill Jones JotH was UI born bornand bornand bornand and raised In Park City a daughter daughter daugh I ter of Mr r. r and Mrs R. R J. J Gill alii I iB-he iB Ebe many eaU eara eaf in Park I City after aUH her ter marriage to Milton lIlon Jon PS before belof la ine to make her home In California I I Mr Jones JonN wa was employed at the 1 I Isaly aly Wet West mine for many years yearl and will ll be remembered by many Park fark City residents The rhyme vividly pictures the things dear to her memory My Home Town I 1 am going back to the town where 1 I was born Ill I'll climb the Fame raae ld woolen wooden steps te s to my old I home somewhat t forlorn perhaps perhaps' a bit shabby with will a horseshoe I above the door a as a food luck en I Dad bad t R aie I frost silver er ore The curtains curtails at lit the windows are ed tare ed and in inor's ors or's ot s 's home there Is EO no style but buthe buthe she he always keeps It right Theres There's a u wall all to wall 11 carpet caret on the rough board floor Mom tom made madej j 1101 car ui ea c oth strips of rag she tore The hot bat bj b bart t t net nete seats bo ne in winter time In Jn summer it U stands polished with its it's nl to brightly shined Dads Dad's arm chair e Moms Mom Moms Mom's old rocker add add to a pleasant room where the sun comes up early parly and stays till afternoon The coal range ranle In tr tae tDEo kitchen is red hot from the burning coals Moms Mom's made home making In the o oven bread and rolls The table is covered with linen fresh and clean with patches on onit onit it ft here bere and there Mom tom declares cannot be seen The chairs all an In their places clean and neat Mom says for a house housein in order she knows she cant can't be beat In summer Mom tom stores up for tar winter time making jams jama and andI I jellies and pickles of every kind the dill In earthen crooks are area areo a o tea lol down just right the sweets relish and sauce chill was a kids kid delight We Ve picked the choke-cherries choke fu ter C. C Stoma Moms I choi cherry Jelly we e seten seven Mar and buttercups buttercups buttercups butter butter- cups as well e ewe we played beneath the trellis of or the moving tram train carrying ore In buckets that oft ort times would jam on their way to the mill from the silver sliver mine where ere the ore orf was HIIe i ej In tn t to be and an it refined My ly home Is h In a mining town the 1 h s a J. J t t e a rl rich h u u. u oe of oI tier ner er 1 i. i copper coppe zinc and aad many mRIlY more mOH Tue fil Silver sliver mine way was richest ft of them then all The miners 1 lamps on their cap caps are wait wait- n II for the call rail to po go below on ona ona a 3 narrow cage rage that descends down hart halt to a certain level Jevel and each man to his task The town Is typical of any mining camp built In a 8 canyon canon between een hills hills hills- v when hen a 8 Kid Id I'd tramp picking wild lid flowers Jowers of ot many manyi different kind and gathering elderberries elder at et It hung In clusters on a vise The homes bome are built of ot lumber I all a plain design on a white picket picket pic pic- ket fence f nce sweet peas and wild lId I roses roPes climb Theres There's an old curfew tell that hangs In the City Hall it tt always always' rang ran ranat at nine nIne to to warn the children one and all to retire from Crom the street and each one to their home Thru the years its it's turned to rust and needs a treat r f drome On a hill bill the old brick school schoolhouse schoolhouse schoolhouse house still stands with its it's shattered shattered shattered shat shat- windowpanes window broke by mischievous ous hands Weeds are growing all around theres there's no loch ock upon the door the school school- bell Is silent silent silent-It It will ring ling no more The house engine-house where trains twitched switched Ic in the Y Ik lb DO no longer of an any use for tor no trains are pasting passing b by The D. D and It 0 0 G d depot pot has been discarded too crowds once stood tood on the platform bidding friend adieu I Yes 5 this old town hometown of mine I has haa changed Id I'd say eay a bit since sincel I l left years rears ago and left my heart In It It Merinda Jones |