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Show ANOTHER LAND MARK PASSES The following piece was written at the time the old Martin Hansen property was sold into other hands, which, transaction took placo a number of weeks ago. Mrs. Laura Timpson, the authoress, is a former resident of this city, but Is now living in Tooele. She was a close friend to Mae, tho only daughter in the Martin Hansen family, and because of this Imtlmacy was practically considered a member of the family. Many townspeople will recall by reading the lines the good times had at the old Hansen Grove, as it was called in former days. "THE OLD HOME" By Laura Timpson. They tell me they've sold your old home, Mae, And that strangers hiive come there to stay Some folks, I know, are feeling right glad And are wondering why I feel so sad. There I have roamed in childhood's happy day W5th you and your brothers I loved to play. I wonder who'll sleep, in your little be'.lroom The thot. of if fills my soul with gloom I wonder if they'll have the greenapples hid And cat tbem in bed, like you and I did. I hear the tick of the clock once more, That hung on the wall outside your door. I mind the time when we got up at five To pick raspberries (more dead than alive). But we were young and full if life: Thinking nothing of toil and strife Remember the grove and (he great big swings We liked that better than (lnylhlng Remember the pond where we used to swim? Or rather, undress Biul Just wade in. I remember a time not unite so nice, The nif.-ht I fell through the broken ice. And I wouldn't be. on this earth today, If you hadn't hel l on to me: Friend Mae. In memory we'll walk through the orchard agnin With longing in our hearts akin to pain. And in our dreams, I know we'll s e The strawberry patch, and the sweet, bough tree. We'll walk the little path down to Abel's gate, To meet, the boys, we thought were our "fate". Remember the time wr spun round like a cork? Whirling through air on the old hay fork? Now wouldn't we scream at our kiddies, Mae? If they did such a foolish thing today? You'd think I'm one of the family too The way I'm writing these things to you. I felt Just as bad when our home was sold And I couldn't go back to the scenes of old. Well Max it's something we all have to face, But they can't, sell the memories we have of the place. |
