Huber Grove
And light tread the wanderers through the rose-scented grove
To dream in the twilight
the dreams of their love
though the times of the roses
returen as of yore.
That loving and dreaming
Bloom once, and no more
Each springtime awakens
All nature anew;
to youth and its beauty
Comes only one May
The swallows that wander
Leave not, to remain
But man, when he parteth,
Returns not again.
High cottonwoods across the road created canopies for courtship and for choirs. Huber conducted and arranged the songs his choir sang for thirty years. His children were participating as baritones, sporanos, altos, bass. Upon his invitation, from Salt Lake, the Tabernacle choir came. Mary, his daughter, wed the neighbor's son with whom she had grown up at Huber Grove. Eliza would hang Chines candle laterns in the trees to light her nuptials there. When General Authorities came into town to visit Midway's church, the doors were sut; the members reconvened their meeting up at Huber Grove, to pray in open air.
This hospitality established long traditions for the town to congregate. high swings hung from the trees. Bonfires nightly warmed with singing and guitars, and drama took its backdrop from the breeze. The stroytellers came from sheepcamps or from saddles or a city stage; authors recited written words. Exceprts from opera echoed elegance, and artists would depict the scene with ease.
July the 4th and 24th were celebrated there. Brass instruments from Switzerland inscribed the days with music played by Burgener's Band. On tuba and on second alto E, the Huber brothers, John and Al joined in. Ice cream was made with blocks of winter ice and Johnson's millpod. Croquet entertained. A small gazebo staged quartets. Red lollipops and races the picnic day to patriot orations and a baseball game.