As a child, I read and re-read that series, starting with Little House in the Big Woods and moving on from there in circular succession. I couldn’t get enough of it. I learned how to smoke meat, to make candy in the snow, to use all parts of a pig when slaughtered. (These are skills I have yet to put to use–but imagine my delight when I saw for the first time here in Ottawa that they too, as part of Winterlude, pour maple syrup taffee on snow and then you can eat it. Amazing.)
An article here, about the women behind the books.