Árdís - 01.01.1964, Page 42

Árdís - 01.01.1964, Page 42
40 ÁRDÍ S about fit the little lady.” He held up a pair of yellow slippers trimmed with a leather rosette on the vamp. Helga held her breath. Her mother shook her head. “I am afraid these are not sturdy enough for school.” She looked down and saw her daughter’s pleading eyes. Helga grasped her hand, “Oh please, won’t you buy the slippers. I won’t wear them when the road is muddy. Please, DEAR mamma.” Maria smiled, “Very well. We will buy the slippers.” Now Helga did indeed feel like a princess. While the wool was being weighed and tied on the wagon she put on her new slippers and walked gingerly into the house. They did not feel quite as soft and comfortable as the homemade sheepskin-slippers she had been wearing but they were the most beautiful shoes in the whole world! The following Sunday the family went to the “Meeting-House” that served as a church and community centre. Helga hoped her friends would notice her slippers! After the service people gathered in groups exchanging the news of the week. Some walked in the graveyard, close by and paused at the grassy mounds where wooden crosses stood like sentinels on duty. Here and there white-painted picket fences en- circled a grave or a family plot as if to discourage trespassing feet. Summer passed quickly and soon it was time for school. Helga’s father went away with other men from the community to work at harvesting and threshing till freeze-up. Helga missed her friend Sigga. They had cried when Sigga came to say goodbye. She was now living with her aunt in a far-off place called Winnipeg. Helga had not understood why she had not been allowed to visit in the log cabin after Sigga’s mother became bed-ridden. Then one day Sigga’s father had come and told mother something. Everyone was sad and Helga began to cry. She sat on her mother’s lap and as she felt the comforting arms around her she felt better. Early in the fall Helga got a bad cold. She felt hot and feverish at night and coughed a lot. Maria used all the home remedies she had but to no avail. She wished her husband would return soon. If only she could get Helga to a doctor, but the nearest one was thirty miles from the settlement.
Page 1
Page 2
Page 3
Page 4
Page 5
Page 6
Page 7
Page 8
Page 9
Page 10
Page 11
Page 12
Page 13
Page 14
Page 15
Page 16
Page 17
Page 18
Page 19
Page 20
Page 21
Page 22
Page 23
Page 24
Page 25
Page 26
Page 27
Page 28
Page 29
Page 30
Page 31
Page 32
Page 33
Page 34
Page 35
Page 36
Page 37
Page 38
Page 39
Page 40
Page 41
Page 42
Page 43
Page 44
Page 45
Page 46
Page 47
Page 48
Page 49
Page 50
Page 51
Page 52
Page 53
Page 54
Page 55
Page 56
Page 57
Page 58
Page 59
Page 60
Page 61
Page 62
Page 63
Page 64
Page 65
Page 66
Page 67
Page 68
Page 69
Page 70
Page 71
Page 72
Page 73
Page 74
Page 75
Page 76
Page 77
Page 78
Page 79
Page 80
Page 81
Page 82
Page 83
Page 84
Page 85
Page 86
Page 87
Page 88
Page 89
Page 90
Page 91
Page 92
Page 93
Page 94
Page 95
Page 96
Page 97
Page 98
Page 99
Page 100
Page 101
Page 102
Page 103
Page 104
Page 105
Page 106
Page 107
Page 108

x

Árdís

Direct Links

If you want to link to this newspaper/magazine, please use these links:

Link to this newspaper/magazine: Árdís
https://timarit.is/publication/755

Link to this issue:

Link to this page:

Link to this article:

Please do not link directly to images or PDFs on Timarit.is as such URLs may change without warning. Please use the URLs provided above for linking to the website.