I took some time this morning to find maps and such for our little upcoming weekend trip. We are headed about four hours south tomorrow afternoon, almost to Arkansas, so that I can go to a midwifery meeting. There is a State Park a few miles away in Arkansas that looks like a neat place for J and the Blessings to hang out while I’m at the meeting.
We’re planning to find a place to camp out and then on Saturday visit Rocky Ridge Farm in Mansfield, Missouri, home of Laura Ingalls Wilder for over 60 years. I remember going there as a young girl, and I’m eager to return and get some pictures. As a Laura Ingalls Wilder “nut”, I have been amazed as we have read the Little House Books to our children at the similarities between Laura and myself. I find myself wondering… Are the similarities just coincidence, or is it tied to the fact that I repeatedly and avidly read her books from the time I was six and a half years old? I’ve wondered many times as we’ve read to the children just how much of who I am was formed in some way by the life and writings of Laura Ingalls Wilder. A fascinating thing to contemplate.