Last night I dreamed I took a go-cart-type vehicle (to be exact, it was the cart the guy was testing in Numb3rs Sunday night) north up Highway 38. As I crossed the interstate, I was suprised to see that they had built a cowboy/prairie/Iowa history museum near the north east exit. I got out and explored the museum. It was pretty interesting, actually, and the building was beautiful.
I say this because I am now inspired to take a trip down to the Laura Ingalls Wilder museum in Mansfield, MO. It's only, what, a six hour drive? Completely doable in a three-day weekend. I can't believe, on all our travels, we've never been there. Especially when Dad was reading the books and constantly saying how Emily and I should live up to Laura and Mary's example.
And maybe I have. I am, after all, halfway blind.
posted by Amanda @ 9:28 AM
4 Antiphon:
There's a Laura Ingalls Wilder museum? Wonderful.
~CosmicAvatar
There's probably a closer musem in WI somewhere. Check near Pepin, WI.
Yeah, there are museums all over the place. There's one in Burr Oak, IA. But Pa's fiddle is in Mansfield, and what's the point of a Laura Ingalls Wilder museum if you can't see Pa's fiddle?
You are absolutely right about seeing Pa's fiddle! I wish I could go with you.
Several years ago, Grant and I were travelling through NY state. I kept seeing a sign for Malone, and I kept trying to figure out why it seemed so familiar to me. A few mile down the road, we passed a sign for the Wilder farm and I let out a little shriek of realization.
Grant and I were still pretty new together at the time, so I didn't force him to turn around. After all, I had just made him spend an entire day at Green Gables; my confidence in the power of his love faced with girlhood obsessions was not all that strong. I regret not making that stop all the time.
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