Little Elle on the Prairie
You may recall that several weeks ago Elle and I took a little road trip to see some historical Laura Ingalls related history. It was a joy to spend those days with just Elle. She was funny and sweet did the most adorable things. She also broke something in pretty much every location we went to. By the end of the trip I was calling her Hurricane Elle because it turns out that girlfriend has a serious case of the klutz.
So join me if you will on a pictorial journey down memory lane as I tell the story of that time Elle and I drove to South Dakota and then back again.
The trip began as so many in American history have - in a covered wagon.
The first stop on the trip was the Laura Ingalls museum in Walnut Grove, MN. Laura and her family lived here for a time but the town is mostly known for being the setting of the odd and inaccurate tv series based on the books. In turn the museum is really more about the show than it is about the real Laura Ingalls. Here Elle stands with the real fireplace used in the show. I think that's what it was. It's hard to get a close look at things when you're touring with a five year old who cares less about what she's seeing than she does about what else she can see.
There were lots of other exhibits that Elle really enjoyed as well. It's a pretty neat little museum with lots of hands on stuff for kids so if you have a kid into pioneer stuff this would be a good place to go. They had a little church with an organ you could play. Elle really liked that.
They also had some old fashioned toys you could play with. This was another big hit with Elle. I guess playing with dominoes makes her look like she's 12. Odd.
Next up was a jail cell. Always good for a laugh.
After that was a visit to the school house.
We drove all the way to Walnut Grove to play with some old toys. I told Elle my grandparents used to have that same toy barn when I was a kid. This led her to believe that I had been a pioneer. Not pictured, this stuffed goat that you could squeeze and then it would yodel. We only did that about a million times. We only stopped because the old lady who had been following us before caught up to us and we had to move on again.
This little area where you could pretend to be a pioneer grocer was Elle's favorite part of the whole museum. We spent a REALLY long time here buying butter and canned goods from each other. I have to admit that Elle is the one that finally put an end to this game. (What? It was fun!) Not pictured here is the large glass front of this counter. Moments after I took this picture Elle ripped the entire thing off. I don't know how she managed it but somehow with her puny bare hands she pulled the glass front and wooden frame off. There was no one else in the building at the time but I looked around and there were security cameras. Maybe somewhere there exists film of me frantically shoving the thing back together while Elle happily rings up another order of butter and eggs.
The last stop on this tour was the old post office. Museum karma caught up with Elle and as we were leaving this area she tripped and when stumbling across the room and crashed into a wooden telephone booth. I almost laughed because it looked so damned funny but then I heard a pathetic little moan from inside the booth. Elle, being the drama girl that she is, started to cry as soon as I got over to her so I used the phone to call the pioneer doctor. That made her laugh and then she wanted to call the pioneer doctor too. When she hung up the phone the receiver snapped off. In her defense the receiver had been duct tapped on so I don't really think she can take the blame here but cripes. It was clearly time for us to leave.
















