Monday, April 7, 2008

Found this quote on in a post today, and from where I sit trying to finish up my photo-processing so I can be a mom, I found myself identifying intensely, and I could not resist reposting it.

In the book A Lantern in her Hand, an elderly pioneer woman attends the "old settlers" picnic.
And then it was time for the speech of the day. The young county attorney made it, from the airy heights of the band stand, at his side a glass of water on Abbie Deal's marble-topped table.

It was a good speech. It flapped its wings and soared over the oaks and elms, and eventually came home to roost with: "You . . . you were the intrepid people! You, my friends, were the sturdy ones. Your days have been magnificent poems of labor. Your years have been as heroic stories as the sagas. Your lives have been dauntless, courageous, sweeping epics."

"'Sweeping' is the word, Sarah!" Abbie said when the applause had faded away into the grove. "I wish I had a dollar for every broom I've worn out."

Sarah Lutz's little black eyes twinkled.

"How about it, Abbie, do you feel like a poem?"

"No, Sarah, I was always too busy filling up the youngsters and getting the patches on the overalls to notice that I was part of an epic."

I love stories. The thing I love about stories is that often they are more real than reality. People will say things in stories that never get thought in real life. And stories make real life more beautiful for the telling.


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