Saturday, we caught a Hallmark channel rerun of the Little House on the Prairie mini-series that premiered in 2005. The kids were sitting in my lap, groggy from their naps, when I stumbled on the show. I figured it would keep their attention for a whole five minutes before they were ready to do something else, but amazingly they became captivated while watching the little girls Mary and Laura, and of course, watching all the livestock run around out on the prairie.
I can't believe I've never seen this version of the story before, since I read each of the "Little House" books about ten times each, and I still love to catch old reruns of the popular Michael Landon tv series. The books always fascinated me, representing the lost days when innocence and simplicity were values treasured and protected....even though it was a tough time of survival as well.
I've remarked several times how I would have loved to have lived back then, but J always scoffs and reminds me that I would never make it without indoor plumbing.
And he's right.
Anyway, this particular 2005 Little House program was quite good, and even though the kids didn't remain totally focused on it, they enjoyed bits and pieces of the show while they played and I folded clothes. It started at 4 and lasted until 10 that night. J came in from work around 5 and to my surprise, he sat down and watched it with us. I couldn't believe it. He NEVER willingly watches the Hallmark channel.
J was totally captivated too, until Nascar came on at 7pm.
At that point, Nascar took priority and we DVRed the rest of the series to watch together Sunday afternoon, because as J said, NOTHING was on Sunday afternoon since Nascar aired Saturday night.
By nothing, he means nothing having to do with cars or football.
However, my interest had been rekindled in the "Little House" stories, so late Saturday night I spent about an hour reading up on the entire Ingalls family, courtesy of the internet. I vaguely remember reading in my childhood some of the family history of Laura Ingalls Wilder, but Saturday night I was obsessed with figuring out what this family was all about.
I have all sorts of useless trivia to share with you about the Ingalls family, but based on my husband's reaction to all my new information, I will spare you the details.
Anyway, watching this series Saturday and Sunday has me excitedly remembering all the books I read as a child - books that I loved and hope that my daughter will love as well. I have my parents to thank for instilling in me a love and appreciation of reading, and I pray I can pass that on to both of my children, especially in this overstimulated technological society that we live in.
So, my question for all five of my readers is this....what books did you love as a child? What was their impact on your life at that time?
Oooh, another series I loved was The Boxcar Children. Anyone remember that?