Little House in the Big Woods

Recently I read the Laura Ingalls Wilder series to Margaret and Caroline (who loves the fact that Laura’s Ma shares her name). I was taken by this ending of Little House in the Big Woods and thought it had something to say about Sabbath and the passage of time. Laura is in bed and listening to her Pa sing “Auld Lang Syne.” When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, “What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?”

“They are the days of a long time ago, Laura,” Pa said. “Go to sleep, now.”

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.


About this series of posts: One of my major areas of interest (personally and professionally) is Sabbath-keeping. Since this trip I'm on is a sort of extended Sabbath experience, I've collected some quotes and thoughts about the topic to share while I'm away. Ah, the miracle of scheduled posts...