A LITTLE SWISS GIRL WHO DIED OF CHOLERA

 

I don't know as much about this life as I would like. I know that when I first had Heidi, by Joanna Spyri, read to me, I was profoundly taken by Heidi's life with the Alm uncle in his little wooden hut on the mountainside with the wind roaring in the tall fir trees. And with her friendship with Peter the goatherd. And especially by her delight in living this way!

I have a feeling that my life was not actually similar to Heidi's, but that the image of such a life was a part of my background consciousness as a little Swiss girl whose family lived in the Swiss Alps. In fact, I have very little consciousness of this child's personality, attitudes and aspirations, if any, because I died of cholera at the age of somewhere around four years of age.

One day I should like to know more about her.

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