I believe I may have confessed that I have always been a fan of Laura Ingalls Wilder. I am pretty sure I mentioned this little quirk.
I have read the Little House books many, many, times on my own, as well as to our children. “The Long Winter” is my very favorite. I even have some extra books that I have collected over the years.
I guess I am a pioneer wanna be. Well, Honey could tell you that I am NO pioneer.
While looking around in the biographies at the library a couple of weeks ago, I spotted this
I have never seen this one! So I got it. And one about Benjamin Franklin. Then I went and read the People magazine, while I waited for the Girls to finish. I am eclectic.
It was an old book. When was the last time we checked things out at the library with a check out card?
It didn’t have a ton of information that I didn’t already know, but there were some tidbits.
Like, Laura was a little bit more of a stinker than I realized. When she was in her early teens, she had a teacher that she didn’t really care for. I believe he would have been a CloseTalker, and he had bad breath. And he was a hand toucher. So she put straight a pin between her fingers and when he squeezed her hand, well, he never did that again!
I also knew their moving around wasn’t exactly in the same order as the books. But I had no idea the extent of all the back and forth that went on. In a covered wagon! It’s really was quite remarkable. Poor Ma!
I didn’t know that Ma’s brother married Pa’s sister.
I did not know that Laura had a crush on Cap Garland! I always kind of liked Cap myself.
And lastly, I didn’t know that Mary’s face had been disfigured by her stroke. The author mentioned that she had some surgery to relieve some of the contractures on her face. I guess I was surprised that they were even able to do that then.
Last Sunday, while our family was on our way to church, our children were complaining. They do that on occasion. They were complaining because they all had to sit next to one another in Ab-Cat’s little van. They said they were squished, and people were touching each other! Oh, for pity sake!
They are used to riding in the comfort of our high top, conversion, party van. Where the girls have their own captain seats and The Boy has the entire back seat to himself. And they make good use of the VCR/DVD/TV combo.
When the whining got loud, I reminded them of Laura’s humble family, and how they traveled in a COVERED WAGON, for DAYS and WEEKS, and MONTHS on end, and had to entertain themselves, and saw NO ONE but their siblings! Our three couldn’t even ride the 7 MINUTES to church without carrying on!
And THEN, they had the nerve to tell us that WE made them this way. It was the WAY they were raised! They weren’t RAISED to be friggin’ pioneers. And WHY do I keep comparing them to the Ingalls anyway?
All I can say is that Ma and Pa would have NEVER put up with them.






