The Wind and the Wee Wee Woman

     Windy weather has not been good to the Pour House.  When the wind blows people stay home.  Or they camp someplace.  They hunker down and wait for nicer weather.  I understand it's a bit trying, but it is Nebraska and it is usually windy.  I personally love the wind. 

     When I was a little girl, my brother and I stayed with my grandpa and grandma Potter quite often.  I loved (still do) the old farmhouse.  The only room in the house upstairs that was heated was the bathroom, so the rule was to keep the bathroom door closed to "save the heat" and keep all the other registers closed.  During winter months I would share my grandma's bed and Jack would sleep with grandpa.  Her room in the southwest corner of the house used to creak and moan with the sounds of the wind and snow.  We'd snuggle up under the cold sheets and wait to warm up. 

     Grandma used to read to me.  We had boxes of old school primers from when she and aunt Ardis used to teach elementary school.  I still have my favorite old primer on my shelf in my library and in it is my favorite story.  The Wee, Wee Woman is a short little tale about a frail little old maid who lives in a wee wee house, has a wee wee candle, wee wee table, wee wee bed... you get it.  As the wind would howl outside, I would listen to grandma read about how the wee wee woman heard a noise.  She got out of bed, lighted her candle, went downstairs, investigated and found nothing.  Oh, as the drama was building, and the wind was howling, I envisioned this little old lady in her tiny little house, afraid of what she could hear, but not find.  As you probably have figured out by now, she finally opens her wee wee cupboard and finds her nemesis.  OUT JUMPS BOO as portrayed by my grandma, who slept in a frilly nightgown and had toilet paper secured with pink tape and a hair cap to protect her hairdo, who also left her teeth in the cup downstairs in the laundry room, made quite a dramatic conslusion to this silly little story. 

     After BOO was discovered, I'd hop up on the bed, swing my arms until I caught the string that turned off the ceiling light and bedside lamp, and I'd snuggle back in to listen to the BOO outside.  I love stories and poems about the wind.  These past several days many have come to mind reminding me not only of the work but of my grandma, grandpa, aunt Ardis and my mom, who always had "a headache" when the wind blew.  The wind stirs memories.  Today, even though it is windy, it is a good day.  Have a nice evening.  Hang on to your hat and watch out for BOO!

 

THE WEE, WEE WOMAN

Once upon a time there was a wee, wee woman who lived all alone in a
wee, wee house.

One night this wee, wee woman lighted her wee, wee candle, crept softly
up her wee, wee stairs, got into her wee, wee bed, and fell fast
asleep. Soon this wee, wee woman was awakened by a noise. She jumped
out of her wee, wee bed, lighted her wee, wee candle and looked behind
her wee, wee door, but there was nothing there. Then she looked under
her wee, wee bed, but there was nothing there.

So this wee, wee woman took her wee, wee candle in her wee, wee hand,
crept softly down her wee, wee stairs and, when she reached the room
below, she looked under her wee, wee chair, but there was nothing
there. Then she looked into her wee, wee cupboard, but there was
nothing there. Then she looked behind her wee, wee stove, but there
was nothing there. Then she looked under her wee, wee table, but there
was nothing there.

So this wee, wee woman took her wee, wee candle in her wee, wee hand,
crept softly up her wee, wee stairs, got into her wee, wee bed and fell
fast asleep. Soon this wee, wee woman was awakened by a noise. She
jumped out of her wee, wee bed, lighted her wee, wee candle and looked
behind, her wee, wee door, but there was nothing there. Then she
looked under her wee, wee bed, but there was nothing there.

So this wee, wee woman took her wee, wee candle in her wee, wee hand,
crept softly down her wee, wee stairs, and, when she reached the room
below, she looked under her wee, wee chair, but there was nothing
there. Then she looked into her wee, wee cupboard, but there was
nothing there. Then she looked behind her wee, wee stove, but there
was nothing there. Then she looked under her wee, wee table, but there
was nothing there.

So this wee, wee woman took her wee, wee candle in her wee, wee hand,
crept softly up her wee, wee stairs, got into her wee, wee bed and fell
fast asleep. Soon this wee, wee woman was awakened by a noise. She
jumped out of her wee, wee bed, lighted her wee, wee candle and looked
behind her wee, wee door, but there was nothing there. Then she looked
under her wee, wee bed, but there was nothing there.

So this wee, wee woman took her wee, wee candle in her wee, wee hand,
crept softly down her wee, wee stairs, and, when she reached the room
below, she looked under her wee, wee chair, but there was nothing
there. Then she looked into her wee, wee cupboard, but there was
nothing there. Then she looked behind her wee, wee stove, but there
was nothing there. Then she looked under her wee, wee table and out
jumped–BOO!!!