I know I'm setting myself up for some varying opinions here, but I am never shy about my feelings regarding Charles Ingalls. Charles "Pa" Ingalls was sometimes written as being larger than life. He was the guy who could drag a horse-drawn cart across a raging river, twist hay into firewood, ward off swarms of grasshoppers with some smoke and a burlap bag, spell down a whole town, and play a mean fiddle while the blizzard howled outside. Basically, a 19th-century superhero with a broom beard cape. But if you peel back the calico and look at the actual history, a different picture starts to emerge. It’s a picture of a man who couldn't hold down a job or produce a successful crop, and seemingly had a physical allergy to staying in one place for more than twenty minutes. Little Squatter on the Prairie I ask you, if your husband came home today and told you he sold the house, the furniture, and the neighbors’ respect because he heard the grass was slightly greener three ...
In which we discuss the life and times of Laura Ingalls Wilder, her family, and her friends.