The museum? It was okay. They had Pa’s Big Green Book, quilts, sewing baskets, china, and a couple pieces of Laura’s wedding silver. There was also a buffalo coat similar to Pa’s from that era, as well as a little fur muff and cape like the one Laura received from Reverend Alden.
There was an entire room dedicated to artifacts from the TV show. Not my thing.
On the grounds, they had rebuilt a replica of Laura’s schoolhouse, a dugout, and a rebuild of the first floor of the wonderful farmhouse that was on the farm north of town after they moved out of the dugout. I appreciated that!
Going into what they called the “grandma house,” they had a display celebrating the illustrators for the Little House series, Garth Williams and Helen Sewell. Upstairs, they had a children’s playhouse that included the toys the Oleson children had, including Nellie’s china dolls, a tiny kitchen with patty pans, and Willie’s wooden ark. There was also a quiet place to sit and read the complimentary copies of the books.
I bought the usual trinkets at the gift shop - the new biography on Garth Williams, a couple of Christmas ornaments, and the pressed penny machine. I drove around town to find the Little House sites and found the church bell Pa donated his boot money for; it’s now in the Lutheran church. The site of the schoolhouse is just someone’s home. I drove Main Street to find the Oleson Merchantile or Nellie’s Cafe but found neither. It was time to move on.
Heading west, I stopped at the train depot museum in Tracy, but the crew there was doing lawn work and the museum was closed. I still got my Shores of Silver Lake moment.
I was done in Minnesota by mid-afternoon and booked it back west to Brookings, following the path Laura took in BTSOSL. She was tired after her day's travel, and I took a late lunch while contemplating what to do in Brookings for the night. Dinner? Shopping? Swim?
I was dying to rescue a crocheted afghan, and with a return trip to Goodwill, mission accomplished. My ownership of the rainbow-striped beauty was short-lived, as Dave needed a last-minute gift for one of his employees. The mission was for a rescue, after all.
I was eager to get in a swim and changed into my suit while watching the Braves game on TBS. I promptly fell asleep, missing both pool hours and dinner hours. I ended up eating the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I had saved.
Next up, De Smet!
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