Off to a roaring start for the new season of DUP (Daughters of the Utah Pioneers).
In 1863 the Confederate Newspaper could find no paper to publish the news on so they took strips of old wall paper from a home and published on the back of the wall paper.
My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
But it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn on the day that he was born
It was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tic toc tic toc
His life's seconds numbering
Tic toc tic toc
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent when a boy
And through childhood and manhood, the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy
For it struck 24 when he entered at the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride,
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
In 1863 the Confederate Newspaper could find no paper to publish the news on so they took strips of old wall paper from a home and published on the back of the wall paper.
Jeremiah Willey built his cabin in 1854. Apparently, several cabins were preserved when people built around the cabin and added to it. After many generations had passed, no one ever knew that there was an original pioneer cabin beneath completely preserved. They had started to tear down this home in Bountiful and found a cabin within that was 154 years old. The cabin was preserved and ever so gently moved to another location.
Jeremiah was from New Hampshire. He was indentured at the age of 4 to a rich farmer after his mother had died. His father thought that his son would inherit from this rich man but he did not. Jeremiah never knew his parents and later joined the Mormons. He moved to Kirkland, Ohio and then later to Missouri. He sold his home in Missouri for 9 skeins of yarn. Eventually, he ended up in Salt Lake City and later built his cabin in Bountiful.
Grandfather's Clock
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
But it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn on the day that he was born
It was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tic toc tic toc
His life's seconds numbering
Tic toc tic toc
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent when a boy
And through childhood and manhood, the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy
For it struck 24 when he entered at the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride,
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
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