Wasatch Summer
By Lee Nelson
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Wasatch Summer - Lee Nelson
MARCH, 1889
SEGO SPRINGS, CACHE VALLEY, UTAH
"Contemptible. C-o-n-t-e-m-p-t-i-b-u-l. Contemptible." That word sucked all the breath out of me.
Incorrect,
Miss Taylor announced.
Fiddlesticks!
Matthew Colton flashed me a grin of victory. We were the last two standing in the Friday spelling bee. I seldom made it that far. I could spell any old word on paper, but when my tongue went to say letters out loud, it jumped way ahead of my brain and tripped into some careless mistake.
Suddenly the schoolhouse door banged open, and Uncle John’s tall frame filled the doorway. His grim look pushed my mind from spelling over to worry. He spoke quietly to my teacher.
Miss Taylor frowned. Hannah, gather your things and go with your uncle.
I hurried to the cloakroom, pulled on my coat and scarf, snatched my dinner pail, and rushed to the doorway. Something was bad wrong.
My classmates watched in silence.
Outside, Uncle John untied Zeke and climbed into the saddle. Without a word, he pulled me up behind him so quickly I thought my arm would snap off.
What’s wrong, Uncle?
My cheek pressed against the scratchy wool of his coat.
No answer. Zeke broke into a full gallop, and we tore through the cold, gray morning. The mountains edging our valley blurred into snow-topped walls.
I thought about our family’s trials the past year. Crops had failed. My brother Caleb left to work in Montana. Papa died in January, and we sent word to Caleb. He didn’t come home or write. It was near time for him to take the sheep to the mountains for summer grazing.
Sure that some new sorrow waited at home, I shouted into the wind, What’s wrong?
I’d about had enough of misery.
His sharp words cut through the freezing air. Your ma’s got birthin’ pains.
This news shivered through me. Mama’s babies did poorly at first. Four of my sisters died before they were weaned. They were buried on the hill with Papa.
Uncle John’s voice cut my shivers short. Aunt Margaret needs your help.
I sat straighter. When my sister Catherine was born two years before, the women had rushed me away to wait in the kitchen with Papa. Now I could help!
Minutes later, I ran into our house and rushed past the parlor to Mama’s room.
She lay huddled on the bed, eyes closed, forehead knotted with pain. Catherine fussed in her crib nearby. I bent to kiss Mama’s cheek, but she didn’t seem to notice. Why was the room so gloomy? Mama loved sunshine. I went to open the curtains.
Hannah!
Aunt Margaret caught my hand. Your mother needs dark and quiet.
But Mama likes her room bright,
I protested.
Child, you don’t know a thing! Take Catherine to the kitchen and bring some towels. John’s gone to fetch Sarah Colton. When she gets here, she’ll heat the kettle.
I brought the towels, settled Catherine in her crib near the warm stove, and then stepped back into Mama’s room. My aunt nudged me to the door.
But I want to help!
Aunt Margaret clucked her tongue. You’d just be in the way. Birthin’ is work for women. You tend to Catherine. Soon as he’s finished feeding our stock, John’ll come look after the two of you.
This miffed me considerable. I didn’t feel the need to be looked after
like my two-year-old sister, but there was no arguing with Aunt Margaret. When she declared the way a thing should be, that was that.
I moped by Catherine’s crib until Sarah arrived. Ever since Papa died, Sarah had worked with the Relief Society to make sure we had enough to survive the winter. She’d even seen to it we had livestock feed. Without her help, we might have lost our sheep.
Shortly, my aunt appeared in the doorway. Hannah, come here!
I jumped up. Now I could be of some use!
Go finish your ma’s chores. Bundle up Catherine and keep her with you until your uncle comes back.
I stepped outside to the sound of my aunt’s nagging. Make sure the ewes are sheltered, and don’t drop the eggs again!
The day before, I’d skipped to the house with my basket of eggs. I forgot the shaded spots where sunshine hadn’t yet melted the winter ice. My boot slid into a slippery patch and tumbled me to the ground. Three eggs cracked open under me. Mama was set to use those eggs for corn pudding. That night she had made me write Look before you leap fifty times.
Now I called back, I’ll be careful, Aunt.
I scuffed at the snow as I trudged toward the barn. Catherine toddled behind me.
No, Hannah, you can’t help. This is women’s work!
I mimicked Aunt Margaret’s nasal singsong. Take Catherine. Do the chores. Don’t drop the eggs!
As I kicked a frozen clod of manure, heavy steps thundered behind me.
What’re you muttering about?
Uncle John said.
N-nothing.
Had he heard me imitating his wife?
I’ll take Catherine inside. Hurry and get your work done.
He scooped up my sister and perched her on his shoulder.
I straggled on to my chores, followed by three barn cats yowling for food. Go catch yourself some mice,
I hissed.
When I got back to our warm kitchen, Uncle John sat by the window, playing horsie-ride with Catherine. She giggled as he bounced her on his foot.
My uncle looked up as I sat at the table. I’ve an appetite for biscuits, Hannah. Reckon you can mix up some?
Soon as I can, Uncle.
Mama tried hard to teach me her recipes, but I’d never done biscuits on my own. I wished I’d paid more attention.
Flour … lard … salt … sugar … milk. I measured best as I could remember and slid the pan into the oven.
While he waited, Uncle John went outside to fix a loose porch railing. I settled with the Aesop’s fable book Grandma had given me for Christmas. I’d about finished Androcles and the Lion
when Aunt Margaret shouted, Glory! What’s burning?
I’d forgotten my baking! I pulled a pan of flat, charred biscuits from the oven. I scraped the black away and smeared butter to cover the damage.
Uncle John wrinkled his nose when he came in. Hannah, you ’bout burned the place down right while your ma’s birthin’ a baby!
The biscuits tightened my jaw and puckered my lips. Fiddlesticks! I’d left out baking powder and added an extra dose of salt. I braced for my uncle’s complaints, but he gobbled up my awful baking without a word. Only a few dark crumbs decorated his plate. Mama claimed if a man was hungry enough, he’d eat most anything. I reckoned Uncle John was hungry enough that morning!
I’m leaving now,
he said. Got a broken wagon wheel to fix.
I played with Catherine while the women bustled in and out, fetching towels, heating water, and making sage tea. No matter how I begged, Aunt Margaret wouldn’t let me see my mother.
I ran to my room upstairs and pulled my charm string from under the pillow. On the way back to the kitchen, I slipped it into my apron pocket. Mama said I’d meet my true love when I’d strung one thousand buttons and charms. For now, having my chain close was a comfort. I went back downstairs to wait for the baby to come.
Whenever Mama let out a heavy moan that near tore my heart, I patted a button and asked Heavenly Father to help her. Morning dragged to afternoon. The winter sun sat low in the sky when Mama’s moaning turned to quick, heavy groans. She gave one mighty scream, and a baby’s cry burst from the bedroom.
It’s a girl, Elizabeth!
Sarah announced. With a fine head of black curls!
Catherine and the new baby had Papa’s dark hair. Mama and I were blondes. Matthew Colton called me strawhead,
but Papa said Mama and I wore crowns of sunshine. Remembering his words made my eyes fill.
Come, Hannah,
Mama called.
Blinking back tears, I walked to her bedside. She lay flushed and smiling, her hair spread across the pillow. She held a tiny bundle.
We’ll call your new sister Alice for Grandmother Turner.
Mama held my hand as we thanked Heavenly Father. Please bless our new baby and keep her healthy.
Then I ran to the hillside graves to tell Papa and my sisters the happy news.
One Monday morning in April, Miss Taylor made an announcement. We’ve been asked to sing at the Centennial Day celebration.
Everyone talked at once, their words tripping over each other. Girls right off chattered about what they’d wear. Boys mostly wanted to know if there’d be good treats. It was an honor to be in the program. April 30 marked the 100th anniversary of George Washington becoming president of the United States. Utah wasn’t yet an official state, but The Logan Herald reported there would be celebrations all over the territory.
I’ve chosen Hannah Turner to sing the solo.
Everyone turned to look at me, and I wanted to slip through the floor crack by my desk. I heard Matthew Colton guffaw.
Pardon?
I asked. Surely I’d not heard my teacher right.
You will perform the solo.
I squirmed. How could I sing alone in a