Waterfalls, Research, and Little Houses

Tonight I discovered that walking through Cascadilla Gorge just before seven o’clock at this time of year produces perfect, slanted golden light on the waterfall just beyond the College Avenue bridge. Or, as a little girl who was there at the same time as I was put it: “Ooo, look! Doesn’t it look like gold?” I must remember to put my camera in my backpack so that I have it for my hikes walks home.

Research is trying at the moment. I’d go into more detail, but chances are that it would degenerate into the sort of angst-ridden frustrations that I probably don’t want displayed for all the world to see. But I think things will improve. I have to hope.

Still haven’t achieved full unpacking. I’ve reached the point where I’ve stalled with the end in sight and just can’t quite find the energy to handle the last odds and ends. Maybe that’ll pick up once I get around to buying my desk. In the meantime, I can make do.

I’m definitely enjoying the swanky new apartment, and I don’t much mind having it all to myself for the moment either. Mark, you’ll be pleased to know that I have got the gas stove working, and I didn’t even have to explode anything in order to do so. Let the cooking commence!

When my mother and sister came up with my dresser, they brought along the Little House boxset I was given when I was seven or so. My mother and I used to read the books aloud to one another in turns when I was younger, and I was a great fan of the series, as well as the Rocky Ridge series that was published in the 90s. I’ve been re-reading the Little House books in the evenings before bed and have finished the first four. I’m pleased to find that I still enjoy them very much, and have just as much–or more–awe of the achievements of early American pioneer families as I did when I was young. Also, the books have retained their ability to make me incredibly hungry thanks to their descriptions of meals the families eat. If I don’t bake some cornbread soon, I may go crazy. No, really.

Poking around the Internet inquiring after Little House and Rocky Ridge information for those of you unfamiliar with the stories has revealed to me that someone has written an additional Little House book that takes place between On The Banks Of Plum Creek, which I just finished, and By The Shores Of Silver Lake, which I’m about to start. I’m not quite sure how I feel about this. I’ve always been kind of iffy about people unrelated to Laura Ingalls Wilder writing about the lives of her relatives (although I was able to put this aside for the Rocky Ridge books because the author was very close to Rose Wilder). Maybe I’ll see if the library has a copy once I’ve finished re-reading the original books. In the meantime, I’m overdue for some relaxation today.

3 Responses to “Waterfalls, Research, and Little Houses”


  • I have both the Little House and Rocky Ridge sets of books still. I love them so much. I just reread them last fall, but it’s probably getting time to read them again.

    I heard about that other book, but I refuse to read it. I’ve read biographies of LIW before, so I know about the blank places, but she didn’t write about them for a reason. That was when her brother was born and died, so I don’t think any author who isn’t her could do it justice.

  • I’m actually regretting now that I didn’t have my mother bring my Rocky Ridge set up, too. Actually, they’ve bought me some of the books about the other girls, but I could never quite bring myself to read them.

    I agree that no one could possibly do justice to those years but her, but I must admit a certain level of curiosity. I can’t see myself buying such a book and having it on my shelf next to the originals, but I may just have to check it out from the library. I’ll be sure to let you know just how much better LIW’s are 😉

  • Hope research gets better fast.

    Man, I haven’t read the Little House books since I was in elementary school… I should revisit them. I remember liking the early ones better than the later ones, though.

    I am very glad you managed not to asplode yourself! I’m having a trying time with the ancient electric stove in my apartment, which uses push-buttons instead of dials to choose heat settings, and seems a tad unpredictable in where exactly on the scale those buttons will fall. I hope your adventures with gas-range cooking are proceeding with more success.

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