"If only I had some grease I could fix some kind of light," Ma considered. "We didn't lack for light when I was a girl before this newfangled kerosene was ever heard of." That's so," said Pa. "These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraph and kerosene and coal stoves--they're… Continue reading The Long Winter; Then and Now
I grabbed my old copy of These Happy Golden Years last night when the Re-readathon begin. I cast aside the John Crowley's Little, Big which I'd been reading to re-enter the days of my childhood, and long after my husband went to bed I sat reading until the book was finished.As everyone who's read of the Little House… Continue reading How Much Do The Books We Read Shape Our Lives?