Little House in the Big Woods

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Little House in the Big Woods

Third grade, Mrs. Powers
read

Little House in the Big Woods
to our class. We

integrated that year after
a long summer

of parents talking about blacks,
whites, impending

fights, and other things I couldn’t
hear. That book

is about a bunch of white people,
which nobody

thought strange. At recess, we
discovered the boys

brought marbles—bunkies, pinkies,
shooters, steelies,

crystals, and cat eyes. We
dreaded the end

of break under the sweeping pines
and hoped—brown,

black, white, and tan—that a bear
in the Big Woods

might eat that little girl and save us
all a lot

of damn listening and trouble
later on.

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