I loved watching the Golden Spike ceremonies on television last week. Took me back more years than I would normally want to admit. When I was a child, the big deal was the Days of ’47 (which had nothing to do with the railroads).
Before I knew it, there was the 100th Golden Spike anniversary. I was about 30 years old then, and had a husband and four children and who knows what all assortments of their pets. No horses then, although Sena was insistent about wanting one. Now, this year is the 150th anniversary of the Golden Spike.
Sam passed away some years ago. One grandson, Zach, died in a rock-climbing accident and is buried close to his grandfather. I have a daughter, as mentioned, sons Tom, Jed and Zane William, grandsons Zane Charles and Adam Samuel, granddaughters, Allyssa, Abi, and Taylor and great-grandchildren Liam, Harper and Desmond, plus Kemzey and Tyr in Wyoming, the two children of Zane C. and Kemrey. A small and beloved mob.
As my mind goes back in time, I remember clearly our grandmother’s house in Sugar House (an area so named for the sugar beet industry that flourished before cane sugar came on the scene). Grandma’s house stood where a state liquor store now stands (she’d roll in her grave), near the entrance to Fairmont Park.
Sleeping in her basement (or any basement for that matter,) was a special experience, cool on hot Salt Lake summer nights, with jars of home-canned fruit and jams stacked around. Basements have a special smell to them.
Down the street and into the park. Turn left and in little ways there was a wishing pool. In the bottom were lots of pennies, but also some larger change. Although this fortune looked close, it was too deep for our short arms. Phooey!
Turn left from grandma’s front porch, and a railroad line ran by. Close by. The whistles and roar scared us kids. It wasn’t until some time later that we dared put pennies on the track to be flattened.
A good part of Fairmont Park was eaten up by the freeway, on its way toward Park City and the East Coast. So I’m back to automobile roads and railroads, and as good a place as any to stop this week’s reminiscents. Next week – how to acquire a really royal black eye on a Mother’s Day outing.