Laura Ingalls Wilder: When Proverbs Quarrel

  I often hear words, melodies or songs come into my head in relation to what I may be doing or thinking at a particular time, and I know that this has happened to some of you, too. I was delighted to discover that Laura Ingalls Wilder wrote an article about this very subject. 

 This is the third in a series of articles pulled from Wilder's collection, Little House in the Ozarks: The Rediscovered Writings. More to come when I return from my travels on August 9th.

Enjoy! 

Alison

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When Proverbs Quarrel

It had been a busy day, and I was very tired when, just as I was dropping off to sleep, I remembered that bit of mending I should have done for the Man of the Place. Then I must have dreamed, for in my fancy, I saw that rent in the garment enlarge and stretch into startlingly large proportions.

    At the same time a familiar voice sounded in my ear. "A stitch in time saves nine," it said.

    I felt very discouraged indeed at the size of the task before me and very much annoyed that my neglect should have caused it to increase to nine times its original size when, on the other side of me, a cheerful voice insinuated, "It is never too late to mend."

Ah! There was that dear old friend of my grandmother's, who used to encourage her to work until all hours of the night to keep the family clothes in order. I felt impelled to begin at once to mend that lengthened rent, but paused as a voice came to me from a dark corner saying, "A chain is no stronger than its weakest link."

    "Shall a man put new wine into old bottles," chimed in another. "Of course not,"I thought, "then why put new cloth--"

    But now the voices seemed to come from all about me. They appeared to be disputing and quarreling or at least disagreeing among themselves.

    "Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive," said a smug, oily voice.

    "But practice makes perfect," piped a younger voice sweetly, though with an impudent expression.

    "And if at first you don't succeed, try, try again," chirped a small voice with a snicker, and it seemed to me that the room was filled with soft laughter.

    Evidently thinking that something should be done to put the younger folks in their place, a proverb with a very stern voice spoke from a far corner. "Children should be seen and not heard," he said, and a demure little voice at once answered, "Out of the mouth of babes cometh wisdom."

    This was really growing interesting. I had not realized that there were so many wise proverbs and that they might fall out among themselves.

    Now a couple of voices made themselves heard, evidently continuing a discussion.

    "A rolling stone gathers no moss," said a rather disagreeable voice, and I caught a shadowy glimpse of a hoary old proverb with a long, gray beard.

    "But a setting hen never grows fat," retorted his companion in a sprightly tone.

    "An honest man is the noblest work of God," came a high, nasal voice with a self-righteous undertone.

    "Ah, yes! Honesty is the best policy, you know," came the answer in a brisk, business-like tone, just a little cutting.

    "A fool and his money are soon parted," said a thin, tight-lipped voice with a puckering quality that I felt sure would draw the purse strings tight.

    "Oh, well, money is the root of all evil, why not be rid of it?" answered a jolly, rollicking voice with a hint of laughter in it.

    But now there seemed to be danger of a really violent altercation for I heard the words "sowing wild oats," spoken in  cold, sneering tone, while an angry voice retorted hotly, "There is no fool like an old fool," and an admonitory voice added, "It is never too late to mend." Ah! Grandmother's old friend with a different meaning in the words.

    Then at my very elbow, spoken for my benefit alone, I heard again the words, "It is never too late to mend." Again, I had a glimpse of that neglected garment with the rent in it grown to unbelievable size. Must I? At this time of night! But a soft voice whispered in my ear, "Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof," and with a smile at grandmother's friend, I drifted into dreamless sleep. 

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