Channeling Laura, New Challenge
And how easy it was to relate to Laura! Unlike her older sister, Mary, Laura wanted to be outside, following her Pa around the woods. She had a tough time sitting still for needle point or other "girl" tasks. I could see her in my mind, jumping from one freshly cut pine stump to another with her bonnet falling down her back, her braids coming apart."I wish I lived in the Olden Days," I would tell myself before running outside to make maple taffy in snow or whittling down a pointy stick.
In the clichéd twenty-first century way, I channel the nineteenth century by tending my little garden and trying to make homemade Christmas presents. Our house isn't made out of hand-hewn logs we felled ourselves, but it is a little house that certainly has its own type of hand-built "charm." And our big woods maybe aren't quite as big as pioneer-times Wisconsin, but we do have 2,000 acres of University Forest as our backyard.
I'd like to think that Laura would approve. After all, she wasn't a perfect nineteenth century girl either.



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