So Farmer Boy seems to be quite the morality tale. Time and again Almanzo, and sometimes his siblings, learn lessons. Everyone works, and prepares, and its all very Grasshopper and the Ant. I can’t believe all the things I’m learning, how to make a milk-fed pumpkin, and all kinds of harvest techniques. I’m reading the massive lists of food that the Wilder family is storing up, and it’s astounding to me. I understand now, though I didn’t as a child reading, how essential this was for survival. However, even with my adult knowledge I just have no capacity to comprehend how this is even accomplished. I tried canning a number of years ago. It took me a couple of days to can 6 quarts of salsa, 4 quarts of brandied pears and 10 quarts of green beans. That salsa didn’t even last a month. And then I read about the bushels of potatoes, carrots, and apples stored up, and think I can’t even get my apples to keep fresh for a couple of weeks, let alone all fall and winter. It is just astounding to me. Really. I don’t think I could have survived.
I’m also blown away by how different this is from Laura’s experience. They never had exactly plenty, and worked so hard just to eke out an existence. Almanzo’s family had enough that they could sell the excess. It’s just night and day. Both of their experiences as farmers are completely different. And it’s so different from my life. Aside from the few herbs and plants I grow in my meager attempt to garden, I am far removed from the sources of my food. I don’t have to worry about storing up potatoes or fruits, they’re in my grocery store, ready when I need them. I don’t even have to can foods or freeze them if I don’t want to. I can purchase that, work already accomplished. I feel a bit like this is a lost art, and in a way almost dangerous. What if something would happen? I’ve baited a hook once in my life (and that was enough thank you), and only gutted that fish because someone told me no girl could do it. I’ve never shot, or dressed an animal or bird. [1]
There is a lady in my church, Margaret, who is in her 80′s and still as active as anything. She mentioned how she has always wanted to teach people what she has learned over the years, including how to bone a chicken. [3] I don’t know anything about this. Nothing. I buy boneless chicken from the store, if I need it. I’ve never made pickle from watermelon rind or cut blocks of ice out of the lake in the winter. And, as a note of complaining, no one has made me eggnog in the middle of the summer, when it would be awesome! No I have to wait until it snows to get any. Grumblecakes. I love eggnog. [4] Isn’t it funny though, something that was an important source of nutrients and hydration during the tough working times has become a treat, even an alcohol infused libation at times?
Whew, a whole post, and I haven’t even said what I wanted to yet.
So, in Farmer Boy Mother and Father take a vacation. [5] They leave the kids behind with all kinds of instructions, and one is to not eat all the sugar. Of course when the cats are away…..Mayhem. They make Ice Cream straight off the bat, then eat tons of watermelon, make more cake, make more ice cream, make candy, feed it to the pigs, and generally use up all the sugar. They also get in tiffs, Almanzo tries to touch the colts, and in a fit of pique throws a blacking brush at his sister which hits the wall of the ‘special’ parlor. Surprisingly, though, all gets cleaned up, very little evidence of their misdeeds are remain. Almanzo’s older sister covers the black patch on the wall, and no one is any the wiser.
For the first time in the entire series I feel like we are the same. I can remember times that my sister and I covered for each other, not letting the parents know the whole truth. How many times did we, or our friends, have a little fun when the parents were gone, and then had last-minute scrambles to clean things up. It’s built into our DNA as teenagers, to do everything at the last moment, and goof off every second up to that point of no return.
This was the first part of the book that made me laugh, only to have it followed by the time when Almanzo got his face burned by an exploding potato while harvesting the tater fields. Yeah, my life really is far removed from these stories, even if kids are still kids.
- Thankfully I can also say that I have never dressed a plastic or plaster cast of an animal or bird. [2]
- The same cannot be said for my neighbor.
- NOT a dirty thing, though even I have a naughty grin. Just one more brick….
- I really want to make an Egg Nog Cream Pie sometime.
- They went a whole 10 miles away. 10 MILES. I travel further to get to work every day!