Little Town On The Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder

Pa, too, had said that nobody knows what electricity is. Benjamin Franklin had discovered that it is lightning, but nobody knows what lightning is. Now it worked the electric telegraph, and still nobody knew what it was.

This is the only Little House book that I’ve read before: it was a gift I received when I was a kid. I wish I still had the books that lined my childhood bookshelves – well, perhaps not the hundreds of titles I had in series such as Baby-Sitters Club, Sweet Valley and Fear Street – but I regret now that I sent dozens of books like Little Town On The Prairie to the garage sale.



The long hard winter was over. The people of De Smet, South Dakota, came outdoors and began to live again. They held church socials, dances, and “literaries.” In the summer, Laura took a grueling job – making shirts, through long hard hours. She wanted the money to help send Mary to the college for the blind in Vinton, Iowa. Suddenly, Laura was a young lady. And who but the dashing Almanzo Wilder escorted her home in the evenings!