Lately I have been hungry for a cozy-different-era-country-book! I went looking through my book shelf and stopped at my Laura Ingalls Wilder series. My friend
Danielle has been reading these to her kids lately and probably the one who inspired me to read them again! Thanks Danielle! :)
I haven't read these since I was very little. My Mom read the whole series to us kids. It was a very happy time when we had reading time with my Mom. So they hold a fondness just because of those times!
I have devoured and soaked up these books!
And after I had read how they had salted pork and corn bread I had to go make me some! All the food mentioned was making my mouth water!
One thing that I was inspired by was the hearts of the family, especially when calamities would strike, which were often. And they would say "all's well that ends well". There were many hard circumstances, but the outcome was always the same, as long as they were all together life was perfect. Such a sweet family unity.
I was so blessed by these books! I am going to be sad when I have finished reading the rest of the series!
I know most of my friends have read the series, but here is a little snippet out of Little House On The Prairie to rewet your pallet!
"Play, Ingalls!" he said. "Play me down the road"! So while he went down the creak road and out of sight, Pa played, and Pa and Mr. Edwards and Laura sang with all their might.
"Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man;
He washed his face in the frying-pan,
He combed his hair with a wagon wheel,
And died of the toothache in his heel.
"Git out of the way for old Dan Tucker!
He's too late to get his supper!
Supper's over and the dishes washed,
Nothing left but a piece of squash!
"Old Dan Tucker went to town,
Riding a mule, leading a houn'...."
Far over the prairie rang Pa's big voice and Laura's little one, and faintly from the creek bottoms came a last whoop from Mr. Edwards.
"Git out of the way for old Dan Tucker!
He's too late to get his supper!"
When Pa's fiddle stopped, they could not hear Mr. Edwards any more. Only the wind rustled in the prairie grasses. The big, yellow moon was sailing high overhead. The sky was so full of light that not one star twinkled in it, and all the prairie was a shadowy mellowness. Then from the woods by the creek a nightingale began to sing.
Everything was silent, listening to the nightingale's song. The bird sang on and on. The cool wind moved over the prairie and the song was round and clear above the grasses' whispering. The sky was like a bowl of light overturned on the flat black land.
The song ended. No one moved or spoke. Laura and Mary were quiet, Pa and Ma sat motionless. Only the wind stirred and the grasses sighed. Then Pa lifted the fiddle to his shoulder and softly touched the bow to the strings. A few notes fell like clear drops of water into the stillness. A pause, and Pa began to play the nightingale's song. The nightingale answered him. The nightingale began to sing again. It was singing with Pa's fiddle.
When the strings were silent, the nightingale went on singing. When it paused, the fiddle called to it and it sang again. The bird and the fiddle were talking to each other in the cool night under the moon.
~Little House On The Prairie
