In 1974, I was seven years old and already smitten with Laura Ingalls when the television series Little House on the Prairie premiered. I’d already met Laura and family on the pages of her Little House novels, and, in the four decades since, scenes from the TV show and passages from those yellow paperbacks have combined in my memory, conjuring a sentimental haze.
Laura, Mary, and Carrie running down a hill in Minnesota, lunch pails in their hands, calico dresses blowing in the breeze. Pa emerging from the barn, his expression tender as “Half-Pint”—his pet name for Laura—tells him about some wrong that he must make right in Walnut Grove. Candy sticks, fiddle playing, and checker games. Laura’s iconic braids. And that horrid Nellie Oleson.
The Little House stories introduced me to my first feelings of nostalgia. I came to believe that Laura’s Midwestern childhood—in spite of nasty Nellie—was easier and happier than mine. That my house had more than a quilt as a front door or that I was never in danger of a wolf attack didn’t sway me from this conviction. I was quite certain that life was much simpler and sweeter in pioneer days.
Like many in my generation, when I learned about Wilder’s never-before-published memoir Pioneer Girl, I couldn’t wait to read it. I wasn’t alone: the book was a runaway bestseller at the start of the year and ranked among the top books on Amazon for much of last month.
Even Melissa Gilbert, who starred as Laura in the television show, remains captivated by all things Ingalls. Five years ago, she published Prairie Tale, a memoir that details her stint as Laura, and, last fall, she released My Prairie Cookbook: Memories ...1
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