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At Home With Books: Texas Little House

By Deva Curnutte 10 Comments

At Home with Books Texas Little House snow on window
It’s late morning and the Texas sky is blanketed in gray clouds. It looks like winter in the midwest, cold and frigid. I’m finishing my second cup of coffee while my toddler digs in his toybox, trying to decide what his next game will be.

He looks up at me, eyes shining. “Can we go outside, mama? I want to play with my flying saucer!” He races past before I can answer.

I grin at the description of his new frisbee. “Sure, bud! I think we need our coats!” I cross the room to where he stands by the back door. His hand is pressed against the glass and I think back to doing this when I was young, to test how cold it might be outside.

“It not cold! It warm!” He grabs my hand and sets it beside his. The double-paned glass is warm beneath my hand.

“You’re right! We can go outside.” We step out into temperatures that feel like April, although it’s December. He plucks his frisbee off the patio and runs across the yard, and for the next half hour it’s me and him with a frisbee, laughing until our cheeks are red.

We finish and go inside for a lunch better suited to a chillier day than this: grilled cheese and tomato soup. My son regales me with tales of our time outside as he eats. Then it’s time for him to nap and me to read.

I sit down and pull out Little House in the Big Woods. I haven’t read this novel since I was a girl, and nostalgia led me to set it aside for a day like today when I found it while digging in a box filled with books hiding in the attic.

Immersed in Laura Ingalls’ world, I admire her description of snow in the little house, the patterns of frost Mary and Laura find on the windows in the morning, how Ma gives the girls her thimble to make patterns of circles in the delicate ice crystals to keep them entertained. She doesn’t describe what they drew with the thimble, only that they didn’t want to mar the beauty of the patterns already in the ice on the window. Even now, I catch myself wondering what pictures they created out of those tiny circles; did they make houses or snowflakes? I like to imagine both crafted carefully of thimble-circles delicately dotting the window panes on those cold days.

I think about our morning, how we each used the temperature of the glass to determine if it was warm enough to go outside without a coat. I wonder what it must have been like to find frost inside in the winter regularly, to press a thimble into that frost.

Dog-earing the page and setting the book down, I lean back and reminisce about winters in my own old little house. Before we moved to Texas and into a brand-new place full of beige walls and white baseboards, we lived in a 100-year-old red brick residence in Kentucky. We weren’t far from the Appalachian foothills of my childhood. The house was artfully detailed, still offering the original hardwood floors that squeaked underfoot, ten-inch baseboards grounding every room, and delightful floral swirls we found pressed into the brass hinges in doorways. I miss those details in my new house with cream-colored carpet, and floors that never squeak.

The old house held huge windows, single pane and strong, despite appearing so fragile, likely as old as the house itself and flanked by warm wooden trim. Storm windows could only do so much to keep the cold out, but, even so, the house was snug and warm in winter. When snow fell and blanketed our neighborhood, the streets were picturesque with old brick Victorians straight out of a painting, trimmed with snow like frosting on gingerbread houses.

The winter before my son was born was brutally cold, one where I became intimately familiar with the term polar vortex. It was the winter where I learned just what it took for the inside of a window to be covered in frost—frost I discovered early one morning before work, as I cracked the blinds to see if I would need to scrape the car before leaving.

It melted as my breath hit it, and I carefully scratched pictures with my fingertips, surprised at how the frost had appeared overnight, while we slept beneath warm comforters in our bed. I couldn’t help but think of the Ingalls sisters and their thimbles making pictures.

My childhood home had windows impervious to frost. When it was cold enough I saw it frosting the grass in the yard and coating the outside of the car windows—windows my parents had to scrape while I sat in the backseat and watched.

I’ve yet to scrape frost from my car since our move. We haven’t seen snow on par with what I grew up with. I wonder if my son will ever know the joy of sledding down a steep hill on a snow day in mid-January, or the thrill of school being called off in the wee hours of the morning.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as I hear my son stirring, and I look up as his door opens. He rushes to me, arms filled with books.

“Hi mama! Look! I found a book about a snowman! We read it?” He hands me a book told in pictures, titled The Snowman, and I smile, memories of snow days filling my head.

“Of course! Let’s read it together!” I can think about frost indoors and the Ingalls sisters another day. For now, I’ll enjoy the warm December weather and read snow into my son’s day.

Photo by Nico Kaiser, Creative Commons license via Flickr. Post by Deva Curnutte.

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Deva Curnutte loves coffee and the hum of a flywheel during spin class. Once, on a whim, she signed up for and ran a half marathon. Her favorite color is blue and her favorite book is Weetzie Bat, which she's read more times than she can count. You can find her at her blog, Everything in the Middle.
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About Deva Curnutte

Deva Curnutte loves coffee and the hum of a flywheel during spin class. Once, on a whim, she signed up for and ran a half marathon. Her favorite color is blue and her favorite book is Weetzie Bat, which she's read more times than she can count. You can find her at her blog, Everything in the Middle.

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  1. Sandra Heska King says

    January 24, 2019 at 11:25 am

    Love me some Laura! I also love grilled cheese and tomato soup. And I love rabbit trails, especially those of reminiscence. And now I’m remembering my own little childhood house in northern Michigan where we did find frost inside the windows–but not after, I think, my dad started covering them with plastic every winter.

    “He rushes to me, arms filled with books.” There’s nothing better than that.

    Welcome, Deva!

    Reply
    • Deva Curnutte says

      January 24, 2019 at 6:23 pm

      Hello! He is always bringing me books or toys and it is so magical. I love how little rabbit trails can take us deep into memory of frost or other things.

      Reply
  2. Laura Brown says

    January 24, 2019 at 12:41 pm

    Welcome, Deva! I grew up in an old, drafty house, and I also remember (and kind of miss) that frost-swirl art, especially thick on my bedroom’s north window.

    I wonder, when Laura was writing of the magic and beauty of winter in that first book, whether she envisioned the arc of the series and the very different picture of the season in “The Long Winter.”

    Reply
    • Deva Curnutte says

      January 24, 2019 at 6:25 pm

      I have had that very same thought. The Long Winter is one of Ingalls’ books that I read the most – I must have had it out from the library every other month from ages 8-10. I just could not imagine a winter like that, the blizzards, the lack of ability to travel, any of it!

      Reply
  3. Megan Willome says

    January 24, 2019 at 4:55 pm

    Welcome, Deva! I love meeting another person who so lives in books.

    There will be time for “Little House in the Big Woods.” For now, yes, you read what they bring you.

    Reply
    • Deva Curnutte says

      January 24, 2019 at 6:26 pm

      Thank you for the welcome! Yes – one day there will be time for Little House. Lately it’s been all the “Llama Llama,” and that’s just as fun!

      Reply
  4. Nikki DiBella says

    January 24, 2019 at 6:36 pm

    OH I loved those books, our third grade teacher would read them to us, great memories! Thanks for the reminder and painting such a picture with your words. You are so gifted.

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  5. Emily says

    March 25, 2019 at 8:43 pm

    Sweet Friend, As always, reading your writing refreshes my soul and sparks my imagination! Thank you for this! Loved it.

    Reply

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