Wednesday, August 04, 2004 Maybe this weblobg will be entirely prairie-themed from now on
When Laura Ingalls married Almanzo Wilder, I became a lot less interested in her life. She continued doing hearty and hilarious pioneer things, like inadvertently baking a pie for the threshers that contained no sugar and giving birth to her first child while unconscious, but it was harder for a ten-year-old to relate.
For example, in a scene where old family friends, a couple the Ingalls had known for years, offered to trade her their best horse for her newborn baby, I couldn't really tell what her problem was. Their argument, "You can have another baby and we can't. We never can," made a lot of sense. Getting a horse absolutely made sense.
It is perhaps well that I didn't have a spare younger sibling around during my childhood. I liked babies just fine, but if a family friends had offered to trade me any kind of equine creature for one I could access easily, my parents would have come home to find me trying to edge a soft-eyed, dapple gray, Shetland pony into a crib.
Children are foolish that way. We do not understand the consequences of our actions. In truth, Shetland ponies are vile-tempered. What this alternate universe past self of mine should actually do is hold out for a Nintendo, so that me-now would have eye-hand coordination and something to talk about other than Laura Ingalls Wilder. posted by Frenz | 8/04/2004 12:01:00 PM
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