OCR Text |
Show REMINISCENCE NO. 4 "There is one spot on all the earth, Where'er in after life we rose, To which the heart will ever turn with an unchanging deathless love. Seas may, perchance roll far between, To distant lands the feet may roam But memory turns with yearning, back to it,- oar loved, our childhood's home." Froui time immemorial, man has loved the place where he first saw the light of day, and where he grew up to manhood. Tnless there is something some-thing radically wrong in his physical or mental make-up, he will love the old home town, in connection with his boyhood chums. He may wander wan-der far away from the ch J ished place of his birth, but in all his wanderings wan-derings there will, at times, come A thought about the old folks at lfome and he will wonder how all the folks of his old town are faring. He will long to look back onre more into the faces of his old friends, and to shake :if:ain the hand of the ucj tiood friends. Many are the times when the writer has met an old boyhood friend whom he chanced to see far away from the place of his birth, that he has plied him with question after question asking about things and friends of home. He wanted to know all about the boys and girls and folks at home. If, perchance, he took his home paper, he would devour its newsy contents like a hungry hun-gry man devours a feast of good things to eat. That's why I have taken tak-en the Pyramid every year since the first issue was run off the little old hand press some twenty odd years ago, by Messers Williams and Boy - j den Bros. It has come to me in ; my distant home bringing me all the important news items of my old ; home town. I'd rather go hungry for a week, and save cup my $1.50 j for the old home paper, than feast like a King and loose the news from home. In it I learn of those who have gone to the "other shore," of of all the local happenings going on in the old home town. Of course, there are many happenings mention-j ed of new comers io Lite old home, whose names I do not know, and of the children since grown up, whose parentage I have long since forgotten. forgot-ten. But when some of the old timers are mentioned, or their children, child-ren, with whom I romped and played in the sage brush streets some forty years ago, I know them, and I wonder won-der how many children the old boys and girls have, sitting around the fireside at home, since the last time I saw them. I am wondering if they ever think of those who have wandered wan-dered away and are now settled down in distant places far from the old home spot. Parts of the family may still be with you in dear old Mt. Pleasant, but others are far, far away. Some day I'm coming back to the old home, and I hope to see the McArthurs, the Candlands, the Winters, Win-ters, the Reynolds, the Oldhams, the Days, the Seelys, the Tidwells. the Johnsons, the Monsons, Jensens, Hansensi, Nielsons, Frandsens, Farn worths, Bartons, Aliens, Rolphs, Al-drichs, Al-drichs, Clemensens, Beaumanns, Petersons, Pe-tersons, Waldemars and all the other Danes, Swedes and Norwegians who used to live, move and have a bein. when I was a nimble lad and played marbles along the 'old stone wall, j with the posterity of some of these I old timers, whose names "11 linger ; with me forever. I'm going to visit. ! your modern places of education ani' ! amusement. I'm going to see the j Armory Hall and the Elite Theatre, j and the hundred and one new places, ; that now dot the once vacant and j'sage bruch lots of the old home town. ; They tell me chat you ha"3 a handsome hand-some High School Building, where all the highed branches o education ari now taught. How different from the days when I attended school in the little one room log cabin, situated within the old fort wall. Here we were secure from the Sarpitch Indians, In-dians, in so far as security went in those days. So without multiplying words I will close reminiscience Ni 4 and will joyfully await the coming of the Pyramid so that I may scan its precious pre-cious columns and reread in type, the last of this series of my bumble i and unpolished rhetorical efforts along the reminiscent line. And now with humble apologies for intruding upon your valuable space, I hid you a last endearing farewell. i Chronic'.ei. f -f |