Wednesday, January 28, 2009

For the love of Laura.

I've heard from a few that you, too, love the Little House books (or you did, once upon a time). When I was little it was all about the tv show, with that opening sequence of the braided little girls scampering down a flowered hill, while Ma tucks her hair in her sunbonnet and Pa laughs from his seat next to Ma in the wagon. Remember that? Can you hear the music, too? Remember Carrie falling head over heels as she scrambles down the hill?

I digress. This is about the books, and yes I do love them. I really do read the entire series each year, most often in the fall or winter. I find new passages that I enjoy each time...beautiful descriptions (she was a master!) or sometimes details of household tasks of a bygone era. I thought that as I go through the books again, I will occasionally share little bits with you. I'm currently reading Farmer Boy, but I will backtrack and start with the first, Little House in the Big Woods.

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But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods. She looked at Pa sitting on the bench by the hearth, the fire-light gleaming on his brown hair and beard and glistening on the honey-brown fiddle. She looked at Ma, gently rocking and knitting.

She thought to herself, "This is now."

She was glad that the cosy house, and Pa and Ma and the fire-light and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.

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