Plaque 12

East Porch

In the twilight of the evening, Huber wandere to the grove, composing poetry to entertain, inspire, and encourage friends, and to extend, through publications, his beliefs across the sea. His poems were put ot music on the Rheinfall of East Switzerland, and on the old east porch, and gathering place to wait the rising of the moon. 

With Logs four feet across to pull, the last of plodding oxen disappeared around the bend, and from the Mill Flat and the mines and marble quarry came the men to tell abou the day. Nephi 9, awed by mineral  rocks, could lead them to outcroppins on the his own; the wouldn't say the things he thought the people thought he should, he said the things he thought out to be said. The Indians came too, the Utes, for taking Huber's consel, and to give. Discourse was rich. 

"Of the political doings of the people there is little to say and wha there is of it better remain unsaid." 

After a game of "Run Sheep Run," "No Bears are Out Tonight" was played using the parlor rug. Al would disguise himself and growl under the fur, chasing to wrestle little Ide. The children cuddled into calico warm aprons. Tiny lights came on in town. Em, as a seamstress, finely stiched a neighbor's sleeve. 

Grandmother Naegli brought the old guitar and sang in alto, Mozart, with the strength of sic. By day she grew her flax, the spun and wove the linen lengths to dress her loved ones, and by night slipped to the attic where she lullabyed in German songs the nin grandchildren whom she slept with there. Her son, Johannes sang with her in any range. 

Their vistors arrived until the porch would overfoow, ensemeble shifting every hour. Maria Magdalena fed them all, as she had fed the threshers, forty strong, then erved Swiss pastries made upon her knee. Herhands were never still. When only owls were heard in dark, high places, she sat down to make the lace for window curtains, fingers netting her sleep. 

"In the twilight of the evening, find we comfort in the breeze. When the stillness makes emotion, and spirit of devotion seems to move among the trees. 

Where the songsters are now hidden with their brood in safe repose. When the streams are faster flowing and the shadows deeper growing as the light a-hiding goes."  Johannes Huber