I rode I thought about the first young lady with whom my father was
in love. She must have been pretty and charming. She might have even
become my mother, for a wedding date had been established.
when the young lady's father died, the wedding was postponed and never
rescheduled. I wondered why. I wondered if her mother was concerned
about this Mormon maiden marrying a "gentile," such as my
that maiden may have been charming I can remember being thankful that
the wedding had not taken place, for I loved my mother -- the Mormon
maiden my father later married in another town.
the old brown mare and I poked on, I looked across the rabbit brush
and greasewood flats. Beyond the hazy blue, I saw the Henry
Mountains. And closer in, the blue hills above the cemetery. In
that cemetery (which I didn't take time to visit until years later)
lay the bodies of many pioneers and their children.