Tuesday, December 30, 2008
A Well for Wishing
It was just after noon when we settled down for our daily chapter of Little House on the Prairie; little girls with pixie faces on either side of me, arms intertwined with mine and bright eyes studying my face as I read.
The Ingalls family, too, had just settled on the Kansas prairie, building a log cabin and stretching their wagon’s billowy canvas across the top for a temporary roof. Ma wished for a clothesline, Pa for a well.
“Do you girls know what a well is?” I asked.
“Oh yes!” came a ready reply. “It’s something that you throw money into to make a wish.”
“Well, yes,” I nodded. “People do that sometimes. But do you know what’s at the bottom of the well?”
An eager hand shot up on the other side of me as she smiled widely, “Wishes!”