Showing posts with label Laura Ingalls Wilder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Laura Ingalls Wilder. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 7, 2020

The Optimism of Louisa May Alcott, Willa Cather and Laura Ingalls Wilder

A few weeks ago, I was checking the Amazon best-seller charts for a niche that interests me, 19th Century US Teen & Young Adult Historical Novels.  I was pleased, but surprised, to see Laura Ingalls Wilder’s These Happy Golden Years.  Pleased, because it was in the local library and I could start reading it in an hour, but surprised because Ms. Wilder’s work reflects an optimistic world that I didn’t think would interest this audience.

I was wrong.   The book has held steady as a best-seller for weeks, and I’ve read it several times. I now feel that its optimism is possibly a touch unrealistic, but we need to read it now.  I’m curious, if the best-seller charts are a true indication of book interests of American teenagers who read with Amazon. If it is, I wonder if they read this book for the hope and optimism Ms. Wilder expresses so vividly. I’ve given this a great deal of thought and I hope you’ll become curious, again, about the books I’ll discuss for you.  Perhaps your reading of these books brought different opinions; I’m glad to bring them to you again. Maybe you'll re-read them and find your opinions right there.

In These Happy Golden Days, the heroine, Laura, has a secure home life, though it’s not very similar to what’s found in the diaries or journals from then.  Nor does it resemble many of the popular short stories about the West and young women. Her parents were rational and steady; her father stayed in the nest. Not a hint of bitterness was in Laura’s tone at any time, though she didn't graduate from high school because of a teacher's mistake, and her married life would be at the financial level she'd just left. (Many people have aspired to 'better themselves.')  I’ll note that her late teen-aged years held a hope well within her scope for imagining married life. She thought most deeply about her husband’s moral strength.

I enjoyed reading about her life as a teacher (I was a teacher for years).  This book reads peacefully, like gentle flowing streams, with scarcely a strong ripple to upset the waters.  As a teacher who ‘boarded’ at the expense of the school system, the life Ms. Wilder describes was pretty turbulent.  But overall, this is a magnificently optimistic and accepting book, showing patience, but also curiosity and a willingness to grow.

This optimism in the face of so much hardship and even failure is what fascinates me about this Laura Ingalls Wilder novel.  In Those Happy Golden Years, she builds the episodes with realistic touches, like a sister’s not coming home for summer vacation, which means the family, who works and spends what they earn to survive, can’t see her for a year. 

This reasonable, orderly home life isn’t the same as the complicated lives of the great novelist of the plains, Willa Cather.  Families aren’t always united, as in Ms. Cather’s The Professor’s House. Perhaps because of her great sympathy for all sides, I was never certain that the professor was dedicated to his work or removing himself from the world he hadn’t bargained for and couldn’t control under his roof. A similar theme is found in Ms. Cather’s last novel, Sapphira and the Slave Girl.


Another 19th century authoress whose worlds are peopled with deep characterizations is Louisa May Alcott.  Little Women doesn’t take place in the West, but Jo is a good example of quickness, patience and determination.  Take, for example, how Jo unashamedly dances wearing only one glove.  As we know, 19th century women were conservative in their clothes and accessories and in the evenings, women simply wore gloves.  She had only one unsoiled, decent glove, even to wear at a party, and had no money for another pair.  The creative solution she thought of was to hold one glove and wear the other.  Although Ms. Alcott’s works are often described as ‘didactic,’ I feel that Jo is a character who represents the best of us all – through Ms. Alcott’s excellent craft.

A young diarist I enjoy reading from the 19th century, Rolf Johnson, read Dickens and Sir Walter Scott.  This young plainsman was remarkably versatile, breaking mules or reading historical fiction in English, such as Walter Scott’s Ivanhoe. Swedish, not English was his first language and school for farm children wasn’t extensive out West.   Nor was Ivanhoe an easy or short book to read.  Unlike other residents of the Great Plains, young Johnson didn’t write.  

Young Mollie Dorsey, before she married, wrote a great deal of prose and verse; but neither was very cheerful, and later her diary showed cynicism about her youthful dreams.  After she left home for Colorado, she devoted herself to her new life with her family, though she wrote some diary entries then.

Other diaries, written by women whose lives held little but cleaning, cooking and sewing in mining towns or the plains vary in how accepting they are about their lives. The diaries I read seemed to notice, but usually didn’t judge their husbands.

 I hope this brief summary reminds you of your favorite topics and authors and you’ll refresh yourselves reading them.  As you remember, many of these books are found at no cost online; others are at your local libraries, often in digital form you can immediately download and read.


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Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Tales of Thanksgivings Past



Since it’s so close to Thanksgiving, I will share with you a few stories of pioneer Thanksgivings that I enjoyed reading. I hope you do too.



Thanksgiving on the Frontier

Wild turkeys were present on the frontier, but on one occasion thankfulness came not for enjoying the turkey, but for still being alive, as recalled by Mrs. Hulda Esther Thorpe.  “One of the best Thanksgiving dinners we ever knew of was when a family of settlers had their nice wild turkey dinner taken by the Indians, who came in silently and just shoved the folks back and eat [ate] it up.

“They did not harm the white people though and after they were gone the women made a big corn bread and with what few things the Indians left, they had a feast, the best as the daughter tells, that she ever eat [ate]. This was because they were so happy and thankful that the Indians spared them.”   (Excerpt from American Life Histories: Manuscripts from the Federal Writers’ Project, 1936-1940, a public government work).
Miracle of the Gulls Monument, Salt Lake City;
photo by David McConeghy; wikipedia creative commons 2.0

The Mormons’ First Thanksgiving

The first Mormon pioneers arrived in the Salt Lake Valley in 1847. They got a late start on planting that summer, and the crops didn’t yield a plentiful harvest, not allowing for any thanksgiving feast. The hundreds of Saints who arrived that year had a rough time just surviving winter.
A late frost in May 1848 killed many crops, and a lack of rain caused further difficulty. The warmer summer planting season would have allowed some of the frozen crops to recover, but crickets came on the frost’s heels and destroyed the few healthy plants that remained.
It was a difficult time to live in the Valley—the outlook was so bleak that a few people continued on to California or returned to the United States. But most of the Saints stuck it out, did all they could to preserve their crops, and trusted that God would make up the difference.
That’s when the famous seagulls came to their rescue, consuming the destructive crickets and leaving the Saints with a chance to plant again. By midsummer they were hopeful for a plentiful harvest. They believed God had brought the seagulls and provided much-needed assistance. They decided to set aside a day for giving thanks to God—August 10, 1848.
That morning, the Saints gathered for the celebration. They raised a white flag on a pole—a traditional symbol of freedom—and decorated the pole with wheat, barley, oats and corn. They fired a cannon and a band played. The Saints shouted “Hosannah to God and the Lamb, for ever and ever, Amen.”
Then they feasted on bread, butter, cheese, cakes, beef, pastries, corn, lettuce, melons, radishes, beets, carrots, peas, onions, cucumbers, parsnips, squash and beans. No Jello salad!



How to Season the Dressing
The most famous Laura Ingalls Wilder Thanksgiving story is the argument between Laura and her sister Mary about how to season the dressing. The argument began when their Pa announced he intended to shoot a goose for Thanksgiving dinner. After he left to hunt, Laura delighted over the prospect of dressing seasoned with onion. Mary objected, saying she doesn’t like it seasoned with onion and wanted it seasoned with sage instead.

The sisters continued to bicker back and forth: “Sage.” “Onion.” “SAGE!” “ONION!” Until Pa came back without the goose. This evidently remained a favorite story for Laura because it’s a reminder at Thanksgiving to look around and be grateful even if “the seasoning of my blessings has not been just as I would have chosen.”

Sources


http://littlehouseontheprairie.com/thanksgiving-laura-ingalls-wilder/

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