Old-Time Entertainment
Does it get simpler (or better) than spinning and reading?
You’ll be relieved to know that my spinning wheel has at least gotten about 20 minutes’ worth of spinning time over the last couple of days. Not a LOT of time, perhaps, but still, better than it was getting!
And, it’s HARD taking a picture of yourself spinning (without using a tripod and self-timer), but I tried. Just as proof.
Oh–it’s Mom’s 100th post over at her MV blog. Go congratulate her on her milestone, huh?
Mostly, though, I’ve been bit by the nostalgia bug today and have been revisiting a few old, favorite books. Like the Little House series by Laura Ingalls Wilder. It’s been years since I read any of these, and I’ve more or less had a smile on my face all afternoon. From the stories to the Garth Williams illustrations, they’re just a delight.
It’s been in my collection so long, I even have a card-catalog card from back when I actually kept a card-catalog of my very own. (I do keep telling you that I’m a librarian at heart, right?) That goes back to around the time I was 10, I think. I used Mom’s old, manual type-writer but no longer remember what the star I drew at the bottom meant. Maybe it was marking it as a favorite? Nor do I remember the reason for the “7″ written at the top. (Written with a horizontal bar across it, too. Funny, I thought I’d only been doing that since high school, but obviously, it’s been longer than that.) The book, though, cost $1.50, so it’s obviously been in my collection for a while. My copies of the “core” books (Praririe, Plum Creek, Long Winter) are newer editions. When we were little, my sister was the one who owned copies of those. She would let me borrow them, but they were hers. At some point, after she got married and moved away, I bought copies of my own. I mean, you’ve got to keep the library current, right?
I can’t help thinking, too, about what great books they are for children to read. I think it’s important to have a sense about how life has changed, and how people used to live, but also, there are so many references to Laura wanting to burst out laughing, or to ask questions, or to keep that half a cookie for herself instead of sharing with Carrie. It’s so easy to forget, in this age of plentitude, how scarce things used to be, or how different childrens’ lives were than they are now. I think it’s good for children to read about a time when children weren’t the center of everybody’s attention, and when they were expected to have manners and behave, instead of feeling entitled to all the attention they wanted. I certainly spent plenty of time when I was little wanting to be the center of attention, and it was good for me to have that “Children should be seen and not heard” mantra repeated every now and again in these books–because even though it’s not necessarily true now, it’s never a bad thing to realize that it used to be. How can a child feel lucky and blessed by all the modern benefits if they don’t know that it didn’t used to be true. (I can still remember how shocked I was when I realized that, say, the Pilgrims didn’t have running water. No electricity, sure, that I knew, but no WATER? How was that possible?) I think the “seen and not heard” rule is kind of extreme these days, and woul have hated it when I was little, but reading about how Laura had to put up with it and control herself was definitely a good influence on me.
I always rather related to Laura, being the younger sister to a “perfect” older sister … I wonder if Mary was really as good as Laura always thought she was, or if it was just that she was older and had a head-start at manners and self-control. Because I know that, being the younger sister myself, I more or less always felt that she was “better,” as in better-behaved, than I was. It didn’t seem like she got yelled at for being naughty or noisy nearly as often as I did, but I think that two and a half year headstart worked in her favor. I don’t actually think that I was that naughty a child (I hope), or that she was so perfect (I also hope), just that … when you’re four or five it’s just not possible to be as “effortlessly” good as your six or seven year old sister.
Okay, now, speaking of reading, I’ve got to go get my monthly reading list written up. I can’t believe it’s the end of May already….

Tannenbaum.
House Calls




Me, too! What are the odds that someone else would be re-reading the Little House books this week? I highly recommend A Little House Sampler, a collection of stories and writings of both Laura and her daughter Rose.
Oh wow! I have those exact same copies of the Little House books. I just got them back from my Mom when she cleaned out her attic. They really are just amazing books!
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Um, knitting and reading is better entertainment to me.
I used to have those editions! My dad probably has them squirreled away somewhere… It’s particularly fun living in this part of the world - not terribly far from Lake Pepin (the Big Woods), for example. I’ve even seen the caved in dugout on Plum Creek!
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Sibling relationships are heavy things to carry, sometimes, and as a younger sister to a brilliant older brother, it was wonderful to see that Laura dealt with some similar things and that she was clearly pretty wonderful even if she didn’t realize it. And I think those stories reminded me to take it easy on my younger siblings–and let them know we were on a team together against the world.
Ahhhh, reading. What would we do without it?
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Speaking as a librarian, I love your catalog card!
I read the Little House books over and over when I was a child, and I remember being fascinated by the different worldview they presented. I was most struck by the fact that the children weren’t allowed to play, other than quietly holding their dolls, or make noise on Sundays. I would have found that very, very difficult.
I love the Little House series - I used to want to *be* Laura Ingalls, and I was whenever my parents brought me on a reenacting trip. ;o)
One of my most vivid memories of my childhood was one Thanksgiving where I must have spoken one too many times because my grandfather YELLED (in front of everyone so I was mortified), “children are to be SEEN and not HEARD!” I barely spoke in front of him again. Personally, I think he kind of liked it better that way.
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