A father one day said to his son, Tom, who, he knew, had refused to fill his mother's woodbox
that morning: 'Tom, I'm sure you'll be glad to go and bring in some wood for your mother.
He had come into the kitchen, in the twilight of a cold, gray December evening, and had sat down in the woodbox
corner to take off his heavy boots, unconscious of the fact that Anne and a bevy of her schoolmates were having a practice of "The Fairy Queen" in the sitting room.
Why, Wednesday night I dreamt that you was sitting over there by the bed, and Sid was sitting by the woodbox
, and Mary next to him.
Using Pettson's shoes and socks to make a plain trail, the mumbles lead Pettson to the woodbox
hiding place of the terrified Findus.
I see Signe lying on the bench there in the room and she is looking at all the usual things, the old table, the stove, the woodbox
, the old panels on the wall, the big window facing onto the fjord, she looks at it all without seeing it and everything is as it was before, nothing has changed, but still, everything is different, she thinks, because since he disappeared and stayed gone nothing is the same any more, she is just here without being here, days come, days go, nights come, nights go, and she goes along with it, moving slowly, without letting anything leave much of a trace or make much of a difference, and does she know what day it is today?
The artist points out some of the details: the papa mouse trundling a wheelbarrow full of popcorn toward his family and home in the woodbox
(in the lower left corner); the rabbit sitting contentedly in the lap of a little boy (in the lower right corner); and a couple sitting on a wagon in the doorway (middle, far right).
No drums, but the Woodbox
Gang has a big arsenal of acoustic instruments it plans to bring to Sam Bond's Garage tonight to reproduce what the group's bio describes as a "caustic acoustic cacophony.
The wood in the woodbox
is meager; thin-split strips and small branches.
Where your four step approach fills the woodbox
It was my job to keep the woodbox
full, and it was very musical wood when I threw it into the woodbox
There are many stories of life at the Bemis ranch: stories of how Polly hoed the garden while her husband fiddled, how she would come upon Bemis playing cribbage and order him to go fill her woodbox
, and how he would call her over to watch ants at work, and she would tell him he would do better to emulate them.
It occurred to me that keeping the woodbox
in the house would increase my level of comfort--and if I could disguise it as a piece of fine furniture, my wife might just let me keep it there.