Our read-along is taking the slow train through the Tracy cut, but it is coming. Got a chapter in mind that you’d love to cover? Feel compelled to document when the family decides to crowd into the kitchen? (“No Trains”)…
Our read-along is taking the slow train through the Tracy cut, but it is coming. Got a chapter in mind that you’d love to cover? Feel compelled to document when the family decides to crowd into the kitchen? (“No Trains”)…
Guest post by Susan Barton Malphurs And so it begins. Learning at the schoolhouse, relationships that would blossom for years to come… and the snow. Named for the hero of so many hearts, the chapter opens with Laura thankful for the…
So the Ingalls family is moving to town for the winter. Mostly the chapter is spent telling us exactly what Pa’s store building looks like, where it is in town, and how it’s set up for winter. A good prairie…
by guest contributor Laura McLemore (aka Dr. Laura) Well, this chapter sure opens a can of worms. Racism rears its ugly head once again. Since we have discussed the topic at least three times I will simply refer you to…
The blizzard has ended and Ma is right, there is an Indian Summer. Personally, I have never experienced a blizzard before Indian Summer! I have to admit that the very first thing I did, a few years back, when I…
Great Auk By guest contributor Sommer Sorenson This chapter opens up on the morning after a three-day storm. It is silent, eerily so, and Laura is trying to make out why it seems so strange. With excitement she realizes the…
At first you might think that this is just another one of those mornings where Laura wakes up to Pa’s trouble song while her bed’s covered in snow. (Remember that time in By the Shores of Silver Lake?) All right,…
Right now, I feel a good deal like Florence Garland did in 1880: “Miss Garland was thinking and biting her lip. She could not decide to dismiss school because of a storm, but this storm frightened her. “‘I ought to…
As this chapter begins, the weather machinations are clicking along: the hot September days of haying end abruptly with three days of rain, and then, after that, the first frost. “My goodness,” Ma said shivering, while she laid kindling in…
My heart’s a-flutter. For in this chapter, our heroine meets her hero for the first time, and sighs of delight echo across the prairies from romantic young (and old?) readers. At the opening of our scene, it’s still hot. Even…