For most of my life, I have felt like I was born in the wrong century. I tend to romanticize this country as it was about 150 years ago- the pioneer spirit, the independence, the wild, open spaces to explore, and the hard working, ‘get it done’ attitude of those early settlers.
I blame Laura Ingalls Wilder for this romantic view of things. I am mildly obsessed with her books, and she is known around our house as just ‘Laura’. I can see my boys in a few years, rolling their eyes, and thinking to themselves, ”There goes mom, talking about Laura again.” But seriously, pick up any of her books and then try to say that these were not extraordinary people.
And when is the last time you read Farmer Boy, the book about Laura’s husband Almanzo? I always longed to live on a farm like that. They quite literally made everything they had from scratch. They raised sheep and Almanzo (at age eight, I might add) had to help wrestle them into the creek to wash and then sheer them. Once the wool was stored, they collected nuts in the fall and stood over a huge cauldron of them, boiling some kind of dye, which would turn the wool grey. Then, naturally, Mother would simply spin and weave the wool into the finest cloth. And then finally she would make the clothes. Talk about cutting out the middle man. No last minute trips to Walmart for second rate goods. Wouldn’t you want to live in such a self-sufficient way? Anyone? Am I crazy? And don’t forget, they ate what seemed to be a Thanksgiving feast every day of the year.
I know a farm like theirs was a rarity. They turned a good profit on their crops every year, unlike Laura’s Pa who hardly ever had a good harvest. But the Ingalls family was happy with so little. living in a one roomed shanty on the prairie somewhere. I know Pa Ingalls was an amazing man, but the older I get, the more amazed I am at Ma. She wasn’t always thrilled about moving west again, but she trusted her husband and made the best of things. She made their little dirt-floored sod house elegant with little china figurines and crisp muslin curtains at the windows.
We live in a tiny house- huge by Laura Ingalls standards, in a not-so-nice neighborhood. We have no wide open spaces out our front door- in fact, there are days when I just won’t go out my front door. We have a tiny little garden that produces some food, but thank goodness we don’t have to survive the winter on its yield. We even have a couple of chickens (that belong to the neighbors) who wander through the yard and deposit the occasional egg. And as I sit on my comfy couch, in my air conditioned living room, sewing dainty garments by hand I look around at my ‘little house in the projects’ and I tell myself I could hack it as a pioneer.
Sometimes as I sew, I listen to audio books. This week’s book is Little Town on the Prairie, and this passage brought me up short.
They were making Mary’s best winter dress. In the hot room, with the sun blazing on the thin board walls and roof, the lap fulls of wool cashmere almost smothered them. Ma had measured Mary, and cut the patterns,and cut and basted the dress lining, Then when she tried the lining on Mary she had to make changes all along the seams. Laura had never before known that Ma hated sewing. Her gentle face did not show it now, and her voice was never exasperated. But her patience was so tight around her mouth that Laura knew she hated sewing as much as Laura did.
When Ma had stitched the seams of Mary’s dresses, Laura sewed the whalebone stays onto the underarm seams. She took great pains to sew them evenly without making the tiniest wrinkle in the seams, so that it would fit smoothly on the outside. This was such anxious work that it made the back of her neck ache.
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Ha! Wow. Yes, have that same feeling about the pioneers and I feel so overwhelmed trying to imagine myself doing that, especially when I still have dishes in the sink this very minute. So many different jobs that must be done, or else you don’t have clothes or food. No last minute hot & ready pizzas. Thanks for this fun reading this morning.