I grew up reading the Little House on the Prairie Series. Did you as well?

Laura Ingalls Wilder never intended to become one of the most influential storytellers in American history. She wasn’t thinking about books or fame.
She was simply trying to survive a childhood shaped by hunger, hardship, constant movement across the American frontier.

Born February 7, 1867, in a 1 room cabin deep in the Big Woods of Wisconsin. Her father, Charles Ingalls, Pa was a man who loved wilderness and disliked neighbors. If another family’s chimney smoke appeared nearby, Pa felt crowded.

The family packed their wagon and moved, again and again, from Wisconsin to Kansas, then to Minnesota, lowa, and eventually to Dakota Territory. Laura grew up in covered wagons, half-built cabins, always on land barely settled before they moved on.

Their house had dirt walls, a dirt floor, and a roof made of sod. Grass grew overhead while insects dropped through cracks in the ceiling. It was small, dark, and alive with creatures Laura didn’t want to meet. But it was shelter, and the frontier rarely offered anything better.

During the terrible winter of 1880-81, blizzard after blizzard battered the town of De Smet. Snow buried homes and blocked every supply train.

Without fuel, families twisted dried hay into tight sticks to burn. Without provisions, they ground wheat in coffee mills to make coarse flour.

Weeks passed in darkness and cold so deep the wind seemed to cut. Some families froze or starved. The Ingalls family endured.

Another blow came earlier, when Laura was 13, her sister Mary was 15. Mary fell ill with a severe fever.

When it passed, she was blind. The loss reshaped the family, and Laura tried to become Mary’s eyes, describing the world in careful detail. The habit of noticing everything-the curve of a hill, the way sunlight touched grass—would decades later shape her unmistakable writing style.

At 18, Laura married Almanzo Wilder, a homesteader ten years older. She hoped their life would be different from her childhood-steady, predictable, rooted. But within the first few years, disaster followed disaster.

Diphtheria left Almanzo partially paralyzed. Their barn burned. Crops failed in punishing weather. Their baby boy died before he was a month old. They lost nearly everything and eventually left SD to start over in Missouri.

The farm they named Rocky Ridge would become their final home. Laura raised chickens, kept accounts, and stitched together an existence through frugality and hard work. In her 40s and 50s she began writing short articles for farm papers— practical, clear, and surprisingly elegant pieces on rural life.

Their daughter, Rose Wilder Lane, a successful writer and journalist, urged her mother to record her childhood memories. Laura hesitated. She was in her 60s. She had no formal training. Why would anyone read her stories of log cabins, dugouts, blizzards, and pioneer struggles?

Rose helped transform these manuscripts into publishable books—how much shaping she did remains debated, but the vision was Laura’s. The first book, Little House in the Big Woods, 1932.

Farmer Boy, Little House on the Prairie, On the Banks of Plum Creek, and many others followed.
They were based on real events but arranged with storytelling instinct.

Laura continued publishing into her late 70s. She lived to see her books adopted in classrooms, cherished by families, and woven into the fabric of American childhood. She died at 90, on the farm she and Almanzo had built from nearly nothing.

Wilder didn’t simply write children’s books. She preserved a vanished world. She documented ordinary families endured hunger, weather, grief.

She showed survival required discipline, courage, and tenderness. And she proved that it’s never too late to tell your story. At sixty-four, she picked up a pencil and changed American literature.