Thanksgiving on the Farm


| November/December 1963



Mention, Utah

'There are all indications of an early winter,' father said as he entered the old rock house for his breakfast after having attended the morning chores. 'We had a heavy frost last nite and there is a keen wind blowing over the north sublet. 'Yes,' he continued as he washed and prepared himself for the morning meal, 'we are going to have another hard winter.'

Truly it would be a hard winter if we had snow but nature was holding off with her white mantle, at least until after Thanksgiving Day, for the fields lay bare after yielding their harvest which had long since been gathered with the exception of a few shocks of corn and some late celery.

The long summer days with their molten heat were past and no longer could be heard the frogs in the marshes when the evening sun was low. The days were becoming shorter and the sun was rising later each day in the valley among the 'Rockies.'

It was Thanksgiving Day and soon the chores would be all done with and the animals fed an extra liberal allowance in- celebration of the day. The family was to spend the day with Uncle Albert and his family on their farm.

By ten o'clock the horses were hitched to the white topped buggy and our family was all tucked in and we were on our way. The dog barked and jumped around in front of the horses for he was enjoying the day as well. The old yellow cat had whined considerably when mother had locked the door and bade her stay at home and look after things. The poor cat really looked lonesome as we drove away without her.