A Little Ode to Ginger

A few years ago, my mom and youngest sibling were working their way through the Little House series. For Mom, this was probably the 50th time she’d read the books, but there’s always some new detail that catches the eye or imagination in these wonderful stories. Since they were doing the books as a read-aloud, I heard snippets of the familiar tales, and was reminded of how horrific the season evoked in The Long Winter actually was. Terrible snowstorms and starvation aside, however, a small moment from this book’s beginning came to mind recently.