After disembarking the ship we headed straight for the prairie house. I had been under the mistaken impression that it was a replica of the Little House. It wasn’t. It was an actual prairie house that the settlers from Ireland had settled in all those years ago. It had been transported from America plank by plank and rebuilt on the Irish site. It was real not replica! It wasn’t the Ingalls’ unfortunately, but it did give us a fair idea of what their house would have looked like:
We toured the inside, thinking how cold it would have been compared with the centrally heated houses today. It was interesting because the roof looks like it is made from tiles but it is actually made from wood just like the rest of the house.
The chinking between the wood planks would have kept out most of the rain and wind but in the eves we saw that the chinking was missing and the hides were being used to attempt to protect the occupants from the elements:
The house was full of simple home-made furniture with a stove and fire in the middle of the house:
A home-made bench:
Rustic, home-made shelves:
The butter churner:
The salting area for salting their meat:
The smoke house where the meat is smoked:
A barrow where the ash was collected as a form of lye to mix with fats to make a crude soap:
A kitchen garden which was a little (tiny) bit more productive than ours:
We then wandered down the lane to see a demonstration of candle dipping. This was particularly interesting for me as it is an activity I want to do for our Prairie Christmas:
We also got to see some beautiful patchwork:
And some still on the frame:
We really enjoyed our time here. It was wonderful to actually see first hand some of the things we had attempted to replicate. Poor B2, she went round the whole museum utterly confused crying out ‘little house’ at intervals of about 5 seconds. When she realised we were going back to the car and she wasn’t going to see ‘little house’ she promptly threw herself on the floor most distressed. Suddenly we realised that she thought we were visiting our own little house, back home, and was most put out when it didn’t seem to be at the museum! Ah well, there was nothing we could do about that. I wasn’t about to fly her home just for a glimpse of our little house. She’d have to wait until we got home after the holidays. Needless to say, she was not impressed!
It was a shame about the weather because we may have stayed a little longer if it had been warmer and drier. We’re such fair weather field trippers!
Donna and her family visited the Wilder family home. Although she was unable to take photos inside the house she does have some brilliant photos of her family all dressed up in prairie clothes, the outside of the house and the graveyard where the Wilders are buried. Click here and scroll down to the bottom for the photos.
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