His Homestead

I couldn't believe we drove all this way and couldn't find it!

There were no signs or markers of anykind pointing the

direction to our destination! You would think something

this important, historically, would be the highlight of

a little town and there would at least be a sign!

Farmers Daughter #2 pulled over at the local W*l M*rt

(we had no trouble finding this monstrosity!)

and got out her trusty Blackberry!

(Oh, what contradictions! I am looking for a bit of history

and we have to use this modern marvel to find it!)

I hardly know what these things are ~ is it a phone, a computer, camera?

Anyway, she brings up the web page and finds the directions and a map.

We are off again, and find the very tiny little backroad that we

almost missed, and FINALLY find our predetermined journey's end!

AND IT"S CLOSED!!!!

So much the better! We were free to wander about the grounds

unhampered by another single soul the whole while we were there.

We could not see inside any of the buildings, but it was fun to imagine what life

would have been like for young Amanzo Wilder living here.

Enjoy the few photos of this, the only remaining original

home from the Little House Books.

Almanzo Wilder's boyhood home.

(below)

The museum
(below)

The Barn ~ rebuilt ~ not the original structure

(below)

Some pictures of the inside of the house, taken through the window.

In the photo below, you can see my reflection and FD

peeking in the window on the other side!

Only one car came by, stopped momentarily and snapped one

quick pic, then drove away!

We said goodbye to this charming little place, and began our journey

back to the hustle and bustle of life in a big city.

But I will come back again and next time make sure

it is open!

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Let his homestead be made desolate,

and let no man dwell in it:"

Ps 69:25 & Ps 109:8