Chapter 12 - "Alone"
George and Maggie Masters went on to have five children. The oldest child, George, was the baby who wintered with the Ingalls. |
The "Little House" series is built around the Ingalls surviving, as a family unit, against the challenges of pioneer life. I was in my forties when I found out about the Masters and felt used. I didn't want extra people messing up my vision of Laura and her family. If you want to read more about George and Maggie, I recommend the book Prairie Fires, by Caroline Fraser.
The school Mary eventually attended, |
As a child, I remember wanting a braid as long as Mary's braid in this illustration. I never achieved that dream. |
After dinner, Laura begs Pa to play the fiddle. Pa begins the show by mimicking the sounds of the wind on his fiddle. "Queer shivers tingled up Laura's backbone and prickled over her scalp, and still the wild, changing melody came from the fiddle till she couldn't bear it." Buzzkill Ma puts a stop to Pa's fiddle improv by saying, "We will likely hear enough of that without your playing it, Charles"
I relate to Pa mimicking the unsettling winds. While sheltering in place, I have been reading a lot. Many of my book choices take place during tragic events. I was reading Lilac Girls, by Martha Hall Kelly, at the beginning of the quarantine. The book follows three women during WWII. I tried to abandon the book, but couldn't. I had to find out what happened to the characters. I also ordered Midnight in Chernobyl, by Adam Higginbotham. For some reason I thought getting up to speed on Chernobyl during a pandemic was a great idea. My daughter has the right idea, she has been listening to the Harry Potter series on Audible. Today she is starting book three, perhaps I will join her and learn about Chernobyl another time.
The chapter closes with the Ingalls metaphorically "hitting the hay". Laura heads to the attic and looks out the window. She can see nothing. Loneliness (despite the Masters family bunking with her) and fear envelope her. "Town and prairie were lost in the wild storm which was neither earth nor sky, nothing but fierce winds and a blank whiteness."
WWLD
- Find a creative project and keep your hands busy
- Listen to uplifting music
- Hold a grudge for years (Use your own judgement on this one.)
Prairie Eydie
NOTE: Please feel free to "reach out" if you are struggling with finding out about The Masters. I am here for you.
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