I will confess to having not seen any of the 205 episodes of Little House on the Prairie but I am curious to read at least one of her books after driving through Laura Ingalls Wilder Territory. I say this because I was fascinated to discover that no less than 5 locations claim to be her birthplace. I’ve heard of being born again but this is ridiculous. It would seem that her father was extremely peripatetic as I encountered at least a score of locations that claim some relationship with her as her homestead or place of residence. I remember commenting at the time that if she was going to become famous it was good of her to spread the wealth around.
Many of the activities described remind me of my own years on a country farm in Lunenburg County, Nova Scotia. Our woods wasn’t quite as all-pervasive and we weren’t threatened by wolves, cougars or bears but we did churn our own butter, make our own bread, do our own butchering, pickle and smoke meat to preserve it. We did not use a fire place and we had a hand pump but almost everything else seems familiar.
The book reads somewhat like a museum piece and seems somewhat idealized as seen through the eyes of a child. Don’t expect it to be too much like the TV Show. The most lasting impression one is left with is the fact that these people had none of the labour-saving devices we take for granted today. They would have balked at being termed poor but they lived a subsistence existence producing everything they needed save for the coffee, tea, and molasses that wouldn’t grow in Northern Minnesota. Tapping maple trees to make sugar, sewing and knitting their own clothes, making lye soap, heating water to have a bath in a metal tub. They may have been self-reliant but they spent nearly every waking hour seeing to the essentials of life. There was little time to read, playing the violin was a luxury and family gatherings and dances were a rare treat. No wonder young adults looked back so fondly at their years of childhood play!
Many of the activities described remind me of my own years on a country farm in Lunenburg County, Nova Scotia. Our woods wasn’t quite as all-pervasive and we weren’t threatened by wolves, cougars or bears but we did churn our own butter, make our own bread, do our own butchering, pickle and smoke meat to preserve it. We did not use a fire place and we had a hand pump but almost everything else seems familiar.
The book reads somewhat like a museum piece and seems somewhat idealized as seen through the eyes of a child. Don’t expect it to be too much like the TV Show. The most lasting impression one is left with is the fact that these people had none of the labour-saving devices we take for granted today. They would have balked at being termed poor but they lived a subsistence existence producing everything they needed save for the coffee, tea, and molasses that wouldn’t grow in Northern Minnesota. Tapping maple trees to make sugar, sewing and knitting their own clothes, making lye soap, heating water to have a bath in a metal tub. They may have been self-reliant but they spent nearly every waking hour seeing to the essentials of life. There was little time to read, playing the violin was a luxury and family gatherings and dances were a rare treat. No wonder young adults looked back so fondly at their years of childhood play!
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