Post 40:
“A Matter of Faith”

Post 40: “A Matter of Faith”

From 13-Year-Old Anne’s Journal —

December 20, 1982 – FAIR

“Charles and the kids go on a camping trip. Before they leave, Ma cuts herself. Later she is alone, she loses the cow, because she faints. She make it back to the house and has to cut her sour (sic) open. Charles finds her and Doc Baker comes.”

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From Anne —

Crap, what started out as a spa day (well, sort of; she still had to bake 20 pies) … turns into an emporium of delirium for poor old Ma. Lancing one’s own leg is not a popular spa treatment, even on the hardscrabble prairie. This sore has indeed gone quite sour.  Hope that pus is not the secret ingredient in any of Ma’s pies. The joke’s on Rev. Alden if so.

What’s not to love about the theramin-juiced soundtrack to this harrowing episode, along with a good old-fashioned thunderstorm made of 100% sound effects, and — the money shot — a Psycho-eque close up of Ma’s roly-poly eyeball.

Psycho Eyeball Eye

Carolyn Ingalls Eye Matter of Faith

My husband’s Aunt Sharon got the proverbial cat scratch fever from … a cat scratch, the day before her son’s wedding. Not a pretty sight, not a pretty sight.

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From Tracy —

This episode SERIOUSLY freaked my sh*t out when I was a kid. In fact I think it was the scariest episodes ever in the Little House canon.

On Little House if you don’t have bad luck you don’t have any luck at all and that goes double for poor Caroline this time. And bread poultices aren’t going to cut it.

But in case you ever do want to make a bread poultice, here’s the recipe.

I thought she was going to cut her leg off after she reads this Bible verse:

“And If thy food offend thee, cut it off; it is better for thee to enter halt into life, than having two feet to be cast into hell, into the fire that never shall be quenched . . .” (Mark 9:45)

And shame on the town of Stoddard who couldn’t get their act together and bake their own damn pies for their bazaar.

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