Like most girls born in the 1970s, I grew with the Ingalls family. The weekly exploits of the lovable, law-abiding, ethical, and seemingly perfect pioneers made homesteading look like a lot of fun. So what if there was farming to do and houses to build and livestock to care for? Pa was always home for dinner, good always prevailed, and Ma always smelled like lemon verbena*.
Then I read the books. Sigh…. More hardship, more covered wagon journeys, more unpleasant jobs. Fewer neighbors, fewer carefree days, fewer TV moments. No 1970’s sexual politics, no political correctness, and no exploding towns. The Little House on the Prairie series felt like a time machine that brought the real-life experiences of the American homesteader back to life—not the fun time fantasy from TV.
And then the sucker punch.
The entire Little House on the Prairie series was historical fiction. Though most of the characters and events in Laura Ingalls Wilder’s books were based on her childhood, they were not accurate autobiographical memoirs. Many of the characters from the books (and the TV series) never existed. No Mr Edwards, no Adam Kendall, and no Nellie Oleson. If my younger self had paid attention to the fact that she’d pulled the books off the shelf in the fiction section, I wouldn’t have been so surprised. But, like millions of others, I let Laura’s honest and heartfelt narration lead me to believe that everything I was reading was 100% true.
Sometime in college, I discovered a handful of books written about the real Ingalls family. In reading books about her books, it’s easy to understand why most of the changes were made. The Little House on the Prairie books were written for a juvenile audience from a child’s perspective. Their profundity is their unique ability to connect with children of all ages. It is this honesty and candor that allows readers to feel like they are in the wagon with Laura and Mary.
But a series of children’s books wasn’t her original idea.
Shortly after her mother and older sister passed away, Laura bought a stack of notebook tablets and began writing down her memories. She titled autobiography Pioneer Girl, and her daughter, author Rose Wilder, sent the manuscript to her publisher. In Pioneer Girl, Laura wrote her life story for adult readers. But Rose’s Depression-era publishers weren’t interested. They wanted inspirational stories, and some pioneer stories simply aren’t suitable for young audiences.
Utilizing Rose’s editing skills, the mother-daughter team heavily revised and fictionalized the manuscript, and resubmitted it as a children’s book. Little House in the Big Woods was published and became an overnight success. Laura was given a three-book deal, which quickly became eight books, and, the rest, as they say, is history.
But only sort of.
No one, least of all Laura herself, could’ve imagined the impact her life story would have on the world. Since 1932, the Little House franchise has grown to include the original novels, a decade-long TV series, a miniseries, cartoon series, stage production, at least six separate historical sites, spinoff book series about the different Little House generations of women, fan festivals like the annual “Laurapalooza,” and other books, merchandise, museums, and… and… and…..
Laura and Rose shelved the original Pioneer Girl manuscript, and for the next 80-some-odd years, only Little House scholars had the unique opportunity to read the original hand-written pages. In almost every book about the Ingalls family that I read, Pioneer Girl was heavily referenced, but the average Little House fan couldn’t easily take a peek at its pages.
In 2014, the announcement came that the elusive Pioneer Girl would be published, notes and all, I was thrilled. I preordered it immediately. After seven long months on the backorder waiting list, my copy arrived. I cracked it open and started reading.
Personally, I think it’s great. But, to the casual, non-history lover, it’s a tough slog. The heavy notes and awkward flow do not make it a page-turner. But, for history dorks like me, it’s amazing.
That being said, I still haven’t finished it. Because my mind is constantly churning, I began seeing parallels between Laura’s life and my own research. So I started skipping around. You see, whenever I get into a historical book, I tend to look for personal ties to the story so that I can relate to it more intimately. So I started to look at Laura and my great great grandmother, Helen.
Little House on the Prairie. Independence, Kansas. 1869ish. Jackpot.
If you follow my blog, you know that Helen Ekin Starrett was, among many things, a published author. Since she and Laura had this in common, my first instinct was to look at this similarity.
But the sweet scent of lemon verbena drew me towards Ma.
*Caroline Ingalls probably never wore Lemon Verbena. In fact, she probably never wore perfume at all. But, thanks to the television series, I can’t help but think of the fictional Charles Ingalls and his rascally grin when he’d surprise Ma with a small bottle of Lemon Verbena because he couldn’t resist its beautiful smell. Make your own Lemon Verbena Perfume from this link. I can’t wait to try this!
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