Dear Rose, I like you. In many ways, I think you’re fabulous. You’re so much fun to be around—a tremendous storyteller, always good for a joke (and not always a clean one!). I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone with…
Dear Rose, I like you. In many ways, I think you’re fabulous. You’re so much fun to be around—a tremendous storyteller, always good for a joke (and not always a clean one!). I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone with…
I don’t remember how old I was, but I remember the heat of sun, blazing down on my young skin, soaking into me, as I frantically licked a freezer pop to keep it from melting in an icky, sticky mess…
The older we grow the more precious become the recollections of childhood’s days, especially our memories of mother. Her love and care halo her memory with a brighter radiance, for we have discovered that nowhere else in the world is…
Heritage Hill State Historical Park, a living history museum in Green Bay, Wisconsin, will be holding a special Laura Ingalls Wilder Day on August 1, 2009. William Anderson and Dean Butler will be the special guests, and the day will…
Caroline Quiner Ingalls was the beloved mother of five children during her lifetime, but through the writings of her daughter Laura Ingalls Wilder, she has become dearly loved as “Ma” to thousands of children through the decades. Let’s honor Ma…
When I was very small, I loved to listen to my mother read me the Little House books. But one thing frustrated me: the frequent use of song lyrics. Occasionally a song would be familiar, such as Yankee Doodle or…
I’m not sure which came first. Was my interest in American History the reason for falling in love with the Little House books, or did the Little House books drive my need to learn more about American History? At any…
With apologies, rather than write a brand-new post I’m going to revisit Eliza Jane. With such insightful, sophisticated comments, it seems a shame not to. Dawn wrote: Is it possible that it was just true? That she was annoying and…
When Laura comes down to breakfast on the first of May after the long, hard winter, she comes down singing, and Pa teases her: ”So you’re to be the Queen of May, are you?” Those of us who live in the…
As someone has said, “Thoughts are things,” and the atmosphere of every home depends on the kind of thoughts each member of that home is thinking. I spent an afternoon a short time ago with a friend in her new…