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On The Banks of Plum Creek by Laura Ingalls Wilder

On The Banks of Plum Creek – Laura Ingalls Wilder
Harper Trophy/Harper Collins, 2004 (originally published 1937)

In this book, the family moves to Minnesota and settles in a dugout located near the banks of Plum Creek (thus the title of the book). The family is optimistic about their future prospects (or maybe only Laura’s father is?). After a while he purchases wood to build a “real house” as well as horses as Christmas presents. Throughout the whole book there is a repetition of the faith that the crops will turn out well, thus bringing in enough money to pay for these purchases. However, disaster strikes in the form of grasshoppers.

There were some truly devastating episodes in this book: I could feel the tension building throughout, and since I remembered that someone mentioned that one of the books would have a plague of grasshoppers in it, I could see it coming from far off. Not that that made the reading about the plague any less devastating. And then there is Laura’s father who loses his way in a blizzard. I kept feeling, when he found his way back home in the end, that it was a bit too much of a lucky escape. Each time something like this happens, it takes me a little while to realise that these are not just stories, but fictionalised accounts of Laura’s life. Thinking of the book in this way, it is surprising how Mrs Wilder managed to keep the books as light and suitable for children, and still introduce such episodes, without them becoming too heavy.

In this book too, there is the theme of life as a farmer deserving more respect than it usually gets, especially when Nellie Olson (a girl Laura and Mary meet during their first time in a real school) is introduced and repeatedly calls them “country girls” in a dismissive manner. And of course, the ever lasting pioneer spirit is present. I have to say that this book is around the time that Laura’s dad really started to get on my nerves with his thoughts of “We’re becoming too settled, I can’t wait to be adventurous again”. And I wondered at Laura agreeing with him. But I guess I really am an unadventurous person, I like knowing what I can expect, so maybe that is why I find it so uncomfortable to read about this different attitude? However, it is not so much the attitude that I mind, but the fact that Laura’s father felt this way despite knowing the dangers to his family.

Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder

Farmer Boy - Laura Ingalls WilderFarmer Boy – Laura Ingalls Wilder
Harper Trophy/Harper Collins, originally published 1933

Farmer Boy is about a year in the childhood of Almanzo Wilder, later to become Laura’s husband. The stories include his adventures growing up on a farm in New York and contain a pretty strong message about farming being a respectable way of life, the life that made the United States into what it is.

For example, hen a wheelwright offers to train Almanzo for his profession, Almanzo is given the choice by his parents. Almanzo responds that he doesn’t exactly know what to say, but that all he really wants is his own colt to break. During the chapter, a farmer is equated with independence and being a real man, while shopkeepers and wheelwrights for that matter, are seen as depending on other people and therefore, less manly. All, of course, supporting the pioneering ideas of that time. Although I admit, I still have difficulty not flaring up at such suggestions.

In some ways, Almanzo’s early years are more adventurous and nicer to read about than Laura’s years. I imagine especially for contemporary readers. I have a feeling that this is because Almanzo simply did more exciting things, less domestic work, more play that we now see as fitting with what childhood is about, or should be about.

It seemed a little weird at first, reading about Almanzo instead of Laura. And his story forms a bit of an interlude. When reading it, I wasn’t sure how to value it: it seemed such a random interruption in between the other Little House books if you do not know what Almanzo is meant to become to Laura. But then, further on in the series, as we meet Almanzo again, this time when he is on the brink of entering Laura’s life, it slowly started to make sense. And it made me feel excited about finally meeting Almanzo as a part of Laura’s life. It helped me understand how important his horses were to him and how he loved the life he was trying to build for himself.

Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder

Little House on the Prairie – Laura Ingalls Wilder
Harper Collins, 1994 (originally published in 1935)

When I started rereading this series (or part of them are rereads, others I had never read) this was certainly the book I thought I would remember best. Turns out, that I did not remember most of it. Somehow, my memories of this series turned into images of landscapes and Laura running and working and thinking and um.. not much else?

I did enjoy this book a lot more than Little House in the Big Woods. I think this book might have been aimed at older readers? The language and the whole story felt less “simple”. But maybe that is all part of the story? Little House in the Big Woods  describes a time when life was relatively uncomplicated. There aren’t a lot of struggles mentioned in that book. Only in the end, Laura’s father mentions that the woods are becoming too crowded and that there isn’t any game left, so that they have to move. The stories about the house in the big woods seem to be about family time, working together for each other. There is little to no story besides that. But I think it was a necessary first step, a starting point, to see what held the Ingalls family together through all their travels later on. Because this family time, this working together and making the best of things, and the singing songs when you’re cheerful or to keep courage, are common themes in all the book. They are, so to say, a basis to fall back on.

Now for Little House on the Prairie. I think most of you are familiar with the story. Laura’s family moves to Kansas, or as they call it “Indian Territory”. According to Laura’s father (I have no knowledge of the particular history, so I’m aiming for the safest option here) the US said that this territory was to be settles by Americans, only to revoke that promise at the end of the book. So basically, what happens is that we follow the Ingalls family traveling to this land, settling there, working hard to set up a home, and in the end, leaving that home behind.

There are a lot of things I could say about this book, but there were two things that need to be said. First, there is the “pioneering spirit” of Laura’s father. Don’t get me wrong, I can see that maybe this was the expected attitude of men at the time, but it got to me. Who is this man who just takes his family on a journey to settle in an uncertain territory and lets them face so many dangerous situations? Apparently, this comes with the attitude that father, or husband, knows best. In the book there is a repeated interchange of dialogue along these lines:

“This creek’s pretty high,” Pa said. “But I guess we can make it all right. You can see this is a ford, by the old wheel ruts. What do you say, Caroline?”
“Whatever you say, Charles,” Ma said.

I know, I know, this is how things were like, back then. But that does not mean that the complacency of Caroline, Laura’s mother, didn’t sting me at times. Or that I was often annoyed at Charles complete trust in his own judgement, even if it led to dangerous situations.

Second, and I bet you saw this coming, is the image of the Native Americans in this book. The descriptions of the “Indians” really got to me (I am unsure at this point: Indians is not the right word to use right, Native Americans is seen as “less judgemental”? Terminology is so important, but often very complicated). Where Charles sometimes would defend their lifestyle towards Caroline, when she proclaimed her utter disgust of them, he would never fully approach them as equals. Once again, I know this might have been normal at the time, but it is impossible not to notice. And in Little House on the Prairie especially. Actually, it is the one thing I remember most poignantly about reading the novels in childhood: I liked Laura, I felt for her more than anyone. And I felt sympathy for the Indians. I always thought, looking back, that this must have meant that there were passages in the books that treated Indians with respect, but I admit that in this particular installment, I could not find one. Maybe it was the disrespect that got to me? Rereading this installment in the series as an adult, I think I understand what was going on a little better. However, I am still quite shocked by how explicit the references to “Indians” were. Especially because the books were published in the 1930′s.

Apart from these two things, I did enjoy this installment. More so now that I have read the rest of the stories, it really feels like all the installments are falling into place, forming part of one grant “life story”. There are other themes I would like to explore from this book and the other books in general, but I am saving some for my posts on the later books. I will say, that because there is more of a story apart from the “home setting” of the first book in the series, I started to feel more for the characters in the books. That became especially clear when Jack, their dog, had disappeared when they crossed the river. There was an awful lot of foreshadowing of this happening, but it was effective. Where before I felt almost indifferent to any of the characters, the episode about Jack made me feel.

Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder

Little House in the Big Woods - Laura Ingalls WilderLittle House in the Big Woods – Laura Ingalls Wilder
Egmont Books, 2009

I started rereading the Little House on the Prairie series when Jillian from A Room of One’s Own decided to add the books to her 250 books list. I saw her message about the books on twitter and could not resist joining her.

You see, these books bring back childhood memories of visiting the library once a week with my mother and sister. Of finally being allowed to browse the section for “grown up children” (as in, children who can read) on my own. Of reading Roald Dahl, Astrid Lindgren and these books. Memories of my parents disapproving of the Little House books, because they considered them too religious, but not disapproving enough to keep them from me, so reading them felt like a small rebellion.

Most of all, I remember loving these books. I wanted to be Laura. I wanted to live like she and her family did, close to nature, making your own food. I loved that these books were historical, set in another time, and about real people. I knew that some of the views expressed were considered wrong, but I was quick to remedy that by explaining to myself that “things were different back then”. I think I must always have been a bit of a romantic, wanting to live in the past, wanting to be “closer to nature”, and these books were part of trying to get closer to that feeling.

The Little House on the Prairie books aren’t as big in the Netherlands as they are in the United States. At least, they were not considered relevant enough for our local library to own the whole series. Apart from loving the books, I most vividly remember my frustration in trying to find some of the books. I never got to read some of the middle books, and to be honest, I do not remember reading Little House in the Big Woods or Farmer Boy.

I wonder if the fact that I do not remember reading this particular title as a child had consequences for the way I read it as an adult. As much as I looked forward to reading this book, as certain as I was that I was going to love them – I did not love Little House in the Big Woods. Worse, I could not imagine liking this book as a child. For to me, it read like a story of slaughtering animals. All the time. Oh, and crafting certain tools. But there is little to no story to be found and I cannot say that I cared much for any of the characters.

The descriptions of the preparation of animal skins, of the preparation of meat, of preparing the animals for slaughter, made such an impression on me that when Laura’s father mentions seeing a baby deer all I could think was “and of course you shot it and we are going to hear all about how tasty the meat will be”. Apparently, Laura actually had the same reaction:

“You wouldn’t shoot a little baby deer, would you, Pa?” Laura said.
“No never!” he answered. “Nor its Ma, nor its Pa. No more hunting, now, till all the little wild animals have grown up. We’ll just have to do without fresh meat till fall.”

I guess these descriptions bothered me more than they would other people. I have never been good with thinking of dead animals. And I know these people needed meat to survive. And I know they hunted animals and did not treat them like we do now. I am not saying that what they did was wrong. Believe me, I approve of it a lot more than I do of the current meat industry. It was just that there were so many  descriptions of this, that it took away part of the enjoyment of the book for me.

As for the descriptions of tools and other appliances, I started to wonder if it is just me, or if others recognise the difficulty of trying to imagine the exact shape of the things described? I often don’t have a clue how to picture them exactly, which is why long descriptions start to get on my nerves. In the following passage for example, I was lucky that I knew what buckets and troughs look like (and that there was a picture nearby the description):

“To make the troughs, he split out little sticks as long as my hand and as big as my two fingers. Near one end, Grandpa cut the stick half through and split one half off. This left him a flat stick, with a square piece at one end. Then with a bit he bored a hole lengthwise through the square part, and with his knife he whittled the wood till it was only a thin shell around the round hole. The flat part of the stick he hollowed out with his knife till it was a little through.”

I am not saying I did not enjoy reading Little House in the Big Woods. I think the problem was that I had far too high expectations of it. Neither did my (re)read take away the romantic vision I have of reading these books as a child. Nor will I give up my plan of rereading the whole series. I am sure I will like the later books in the series better. I also believe I will start to care for Laura again, be it slower than I expected beforehand.

Also, I could not help but note down that there is mention of a Swedish person in this book. A Mrs. Peterson, who always gave Laura and Mary cookies (I love Swedish cookies) and who talked Swedish to them while they talked English to her “and they always understood each other perfectly” (which is so untrue, but who cares, Sweden was mentioned which means I have at least read one book while being here that is remotely related to the country).