I was born in Dakota Territory, in a claim shanty, forty-nine years ago come next December. It doesn’t seem possible. My father’s people were English county family; his ancestors came to America in 1630 and, farming progressively westward, reached Minnesota during my father’s boyhood. Naturally, he took a homestead farther west. My mother’s ancestors were Scotch and French; her father’s cousin was John J. Ingalls, who, “like a lonely crane, swore and swore and stalked the Kansas plain.” She is Laura Ingalls Wilder, writer of books for children.