|Laura's statue in the downtown Mansfield|
|View of Laura's farmhouse from the road.|
|Hanging on Laura's front porch.|
We couldn't leave Mansfield without visiting the graves, which are in a cemetery at the end of Lincoln Street just outside of the downtown square.
Mansfield Woods, just down the road from Laura's house. We had a cute little cabin, very clean and with all the modern appliances (I'm not into roughing it). The only downer, and I knew about this going in, is that they had no wifi and no television. Ack! Definitely not a place to take my children. I'm not much of an outdoorsy person, so sitting on the deck staring at a pond was not gonna do it. I ended up propping my iPad on a chair and watching downloaded shows on J.F.K. assassination conspiracy theories while knitting. My sister decided to write about me in verse on her blog here. I would be offended if it wasn't, you know, true. In my defense, I'm extremely allergic to poison ivy and had to be on steroids last time I wandered through a patch (15 years ago). And I don't like bugs and I swear I swallowed a bug during a nature walk in Cooperstown two decades ago. And I don't like when it's hot. And I have really bad sinuses, so sue me for being on alert for pollen-shedding trees...
|REVENGE! My sister had fun managing|
the staircase down from our cabin door.
And what would a trip be without a few souvenirs? I also brought my mother home a little kit for making a quilted wall hanging with red work embroidery of Laura-related pictures.
|An Ozarks Public Television special on dvd|
and lotsa postcards (for me).
|No, I don't really intend to cook anything, but this|
book had wonderful pictures and anecdotes about Laura
and the farm. On the right is a thin volume
on Almanzo's sister.
|My favorite! An actual piece of a|
pecan tree they planed in 1900.
Got to bring a little piece of the