On The Trail of Laura Ingalls Wilder

"The Stove," a real luxury item back then.

 

by Delores Miller

When our five children were small, one of the first joint gifts Santa Claus laid under the

Christmas tree was the complete set of Little House On The Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder. All read the books many times, until they became tattered and torn. Now, 35 years later the eleven grandchildren are reading the same books. I read this collection in 1945 when the Wisconsin Library sent boxes of books to our small country school.

Among the titles are Little House in the Big Woods, set in Pepin, Wisconsin where Laura was born in 1867. Little House on the Prairie depicts journeys in a covered wagon,  Farmer Boy, set in New York where Laura's husband Alonzo spent his childhood.  On the Banks of Plum Creek, set in Walnut Grove, Minnesota.  Long Winter was set in DeSmet, South Dakota. Russ read this often, and when we had a blizzard, he wanted to string a rope to the barn like Laura's Father had to do.  By The Shores of Silver Lake, took place a railroad surveyor's shack in DeSmet. Laura married Alonzo in 1885 and The First Four Years recalls when they lived on a tree claim before moving to Mansfield, Missouri

Now that travel is more convenient, we visit the historical sites mentioned in Laura's books: Pepin, Wisconsin; Walnut Grove, Minnesota; Mansfield, Missouri and DeSmet, South Dakota. Historical societies have put on pageants and plays depicting the books.

Laura Ingalls Wilder began writing her books in 1932 when she was 65 years old. Maybe there is hope for Delores to write commercially yet. Laura died in 1957 in Mansfield, Missouri at the age of 90, Alonzo died ten years before. They had one daughter Rose, also a writer, and all are buried in Mansfield. We have visited the cemetery.

We purchased the complete set of Laura's books from Abebooks.com. Used, they were about $50 for the nine books. The grandchildren enjoy them immensely.

If you want to learn about Pioneer life from the eyes of a child, re-read the Little House On The Prairie books. The television show is fake, nothing like what the show presents ever happened in the books.

Life In A Log House

By Delores Miller



When immigrants came to Wisconsin from Germany, one of the first things they had to build, of course, was a house.  This land was covered with virgin timber.  In 1889 Ludwig Knaack, his wife Augusta (nee Hauschultz), and two sons, Charles and William came to Wisconsin, purchased 80 acres of land in Section 21 of Dupont.  Planted a large apple orchard in front by the road and named their farm Orchard Lawn Farm.

In 1892,  hemlock logs were hacked down  from their swamp and they commenced to build a home.  25x35 feet, two story, 1750 square feet, a good sized home, but then again more children arrived, Lillie, Emma, Ottro, Frederick and Johanna.  All were members of Trinity Luteran Church, West Dupont and family members are buried in the cemetery awaiting eternity.  Walked to German Catechism classes at Marion for eighth grade confirmation.

Dug a partial basement, used for storing fruits and vegetables, trap door from the kitchen, outside entrance.  Two doors front and back.  Brick chimney half way down, wood cook stove and heater to warm the house.  Four rooms downstairs, 3 upstairs.  Porch front and back.  Eight logs high on the first floor, 4 upstairs.  Balsam roof rafters, pine boards covering and red cedar shingles.  Dug a well for water, a cemented pit with a pump jack.  Logs were squared and hollowed at the ends so they fit snuggly together.  Cracks were filled with a plaster lime mixture, with shingles wedged.  Rough boards and latts were nailed over to keep the plaster from falling out.

The Knaack family lived in this log house until 1947, when they  had an auction, sold out and migrated to the Pine River area.  Reinhard Hintz acquired  the farm to pasture cattle.  Ray and Violet Arndt obtained the farm in 1964.  This log house stood forlorn and abandoned.  Because the roof was rotting, Ray put metal on to save from deterioration.

The Marion Historical Society, with members willing to save the log house, contacted the Wisconsin Conservation Corps, who dismantled the log house, numbered each log, and reassembled the house  exactly as it appeared in 1892 in Marion seven miles away.  Doors were made from old lumber, inside walls were covered with shiplap lumber and old newspapers.  A concrete base was poured, layered with 2x4s and matched pine floor boards.  Items were donated,  begged or borrowed: stoves, an organ, rope beds, cribs, cradles, pots, pans, rag braided rugs, pictures, etc.  This log home located near the baseball field  in Marion is a perfect example of life in a log house in the early years of 1900.  Every one should go visit and explore and hear the history from the volunteers.


HOMESTEAD

My axe is dull, my saw is gone,
These trees will stand forever.
The stones that I would lay them on,
Will one day break and sever.

The grass is in your garden now,
The weeds grow green and high.
Upon the hill I used to plow;
Our little creek is dry.

No happiness is here for me,
And though you bid me stay,
I only know, I only see
The road that leads away.


August and William Riske, twins were born on January 12, 1864, came to America in 1883 when they were 19 years old.  Purchased land in Dupont, which now 125 years later is still in the Riske name, 120 acres.  August Riske, 1864-1939,  married Hermine Lutzow, 1859-1914, had two daughters Clara Genskow, 1896-1991, and Ella, 1890-1900.  Ella died of typhoid fever when she was 10 years old.

William Riske, 1864-1941 married Hannah Dordell, 1874-1949, and had five children, Paul, 1896, Alma, 1898-1900, Martha Seelig, 1899-1979, Emil, 1902-1978, and Harvey, 1910-1981.  All were members of St. John's Lutheran Church, Marion.

Both brothers were well-to-do farmers.  William built a two story log house, 24x28, along with a  blacksmith, wagon, and buggie shop.  A two section barn, log and wood frame.  A 12x26 concrete silo was built later.

August Riske bequeathed his farm to his daughter and husband Arnold and Clara Genskow who farmed until 1948 when the Emil and Frieda Riske family moved across the road from their log house.  This is now the home of Edward and Mary Riske, located on Quarterline Road.  The log house of William Riske fell into disrepair, trees and bramble bushes covering   this fine home, and now in 2010 only memories and photographs remain.

                            copyright 2010, Russell and Delores Miller

Anyone with links to, or who is researching the Hauschultz / Hauschulz / Howschultz / Hochschultz / Hochschulz families' genealogy is most welcome to contact Jade Wuiske who has  extensively researched this family tree for over a decade via email.  Her address is  
jwuiske@live.com  
Also, would you please copy me, the editor, on any information so that I can send it along to Delores. Thank you.
dave@windsweptpress.com



 Delores Miller lives with husband Russell in Hortonville, Wisconsin.    In the summer of 2007 they  celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary with a party hosted by their five children and ten grandchildren.  It’s been a long road.  Dairy farming until retirement in 1993, they continued to 'work' the land, making a subdivision of 39 new homes on their former hay fields.

The Unsecret Garden

by Michele Crabtree

With no secrets to conceal

A garden will reveal

Each facet of its glory

Every color being seen

Among the requisite green

Describes a detail of the story

Having nothing to hide

As her mood coincides

With the rites of the season

Respectful of the way

Her colors fade to gray

Not questioning the reasons


What seems to be conclusions

Is just shedding past illusions

Of scenes she left untold

The palettes of her history

Reflect no shades of mystery

So to not entrench her soul


No decisions must she make

To be real or to be fake

Cannot hide from her true color

While accepting without doubt

The new life that will sprout

The plan of nature's mother


To embrace the coming sequel

Which may or may not equal

The heritage of its past

With faith but not with envy

Her calm awaits the frenzy

When the time is right at last


Giving no excuses

Nor blaming past abuses

When her lushness is no longer

Assuring to return

With new lessons she will learn

To make her message stronger


She paints another chapter

While telling of its rapture

Makes no secret of its glory


This garden tells a story.

 

April 24, 2013

Michele Crabtree spent the first 52 of her 57 years in Cumberland, MD, her birthplace.  Since moving to Murrells Inlet, South Carolina in 2008, she thinks of herself as a "Southerner in training," realizing there is no such thing.  She has dabbled in humorous poetry since her twenties.  The source of her poetic leanings is her Great Aunt Olive who wrote clever rhymes on all of her greeting cards.   Michele is passionate about writing more serious poetry reflective of life experiences.  Her poetry style has been rhyming, but she is working on breaking from that "comfort level."  Her goal is to compile her past, present, and future writings in an organized fashion.