Cleaning and purging bookcases earlier this week, I ran across a beloved treasure. There on the seldom-seen top shelf, ensconced in a thin layer of dust, was a set of eight slightly-yellowed Laura Ingalls Wilder books about her life growing up on the Midwestern prairies. With a smile I took one down, looked at the 50-years-passed printing date, and snuggled into warm memories.
Rebecca Buell
Aug 25, 2020