Laura Ingalls Wilder's birthday was this past Sunday. Noting that got me to thinking again about our own Little House on the Prairie.
This quote of hers fits perfectly what awaited us when we moved into it.
This is what I wrote about it at that time:
"In October, 1980, we moved to the Morris/Sather Farm eight miles west and 1/4 mile south of Lenox, Iowa - Kari, Preston and I. Doug had already graduated and was in school at Ankeny. He had bought his own house - definitely no longer in my nest. So this move marked that change, and others, in our lives."
We always refer to this as 'the little house'.
It is also where we kept our Nadette after her death one winter. We couldn't bury her until the ground thawed. In the spring we interred our dear dog beneath the lilac bush.
The living room had been paneled so there wasn't as much 'fix' needed there.
One thing not in the living room was a T.V. Our old one had quit and we didn't have money for another set. I loved that we had a fire in the wood burning stove and all did a lot of reading that winter.
Our new landlord was a very nice. Anything I spent on the house I could deduct from our rent. He also helped us move from the old house. He lived in Lenox, and had purchased the farm for pasturage for his cattle.
I think my 11-year old daughter liked her room.
I'm sure I probably chose the paper. I do remember driving to Bridgewater to buy all the wall paper. There was a small general store there that sold the paper much cheaper than anywhere else.
It took awhile to get used to not having a shower, but we managed.
This is the area where Bud is supposed to scatter some of my ashes if he outlives me. If not, I hope one of my children will. Not the home place of my birth, but the place of my heart.