My husband wanted me to apply to Radcliff college soon after we were married. The application required me to write a short essay on the following topic: Imagine, Laura Ingalls Wilder met Maria Von Trapp in the train and they became very good friends. What can you say about their shared tastes, sensibilities, historic and cultural roots and anything that can bind their relationship? Do you come from a family that shares the values of Maria Von Trapp and Laura Ingalls Wilder? If both were your aunts, what will you learn from them? Do you believe Radcliffe women today cherish those traits? What would be your cultural and social identity today if you were a Radcliff graduate who was influenced by their lives? I found that topic to be a truly rich and evocative prompt — one that calls for a thoughtful blend of imagination, historical empathy, and personal reflection, rooted in the emotional and cultural worlds of Maria von Trapp and Laura Ingalls Wilder. It was on a long, cross-cou...
Dawn breaks like a hymn over the hills. The rooster crows and the golden light creeps through gingham curtains. Laura’s already up, kneading dough with gentle hands, flour dusting her apron like snow. Michael’s chopping wood out back—his laughter rising with the crack of the axe, telling a story to the youngest as the dog chases chickens in joyful chaos. The kettle whistles. Glen’s picking out soft chords on his guitar by the window— his voice warm as sun on old barnwood: "Like a rhinestone cowboy..." It drifts into the air, and Kenny joins in from the porch, mug in hand, singing about the gambler who knew when to hold ‘em. Sigrid rides in just before breakfast, reins in one hand, a bundle of wildflowers in the other. She smells of leather and eucalyptus. Her stories are of winding trails and starry camps, as we sit around a table built by calloused hands and mended with love more than nails. The day is honest work—fences to mend, songs to sing, letters to write in loop...