|The beauty of Sadie McKibben
|Just as I was going to knock on the back door for the milk, I heard a voice on the front porch. It was the voice of a person who has an
. I hurried around to the front porch. There was
with a basket on her arm. She beamed a smile at me. I went over and nestled up against her
blue gingham apron
with cross stitches on it. The freckles on Sadie McKibben's wrinkled face are as many as are the stars in the Milky Way, and she is awful old -- going on forty. Her hands are all brown and cracked like the dried-up mud-puddles by the roadside in July, and she has an understanding soul. She always has bandages ready in her pantry when some of my pets get hurt. There are cookies in her cookie-jar when I don't get home for meals, and she allows me to
stake out earthworm claims
in her back yard.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003.