I’ve never been swept off my feet. I don’t get butterflies. In fact the whole idea of being swooned by anyone is foreign to me. Somehow, in the course of sixty seconds, this guy has managed to swoon me, then terrify the hell out of me.
Today marks the 178th anniversary of Charles Ingalls’s birth!
A simple farmer born in Cuba, New York, Ingalls would have likely languished in obscurity had not his second-born daughter Laura taken her childhood recollections and parried them into a timeless and award-winning series of children books.
In this page from a register of homestead receipts from the Dakota Territory we see the line entry for the Ingalls homestead in DeSmet, South Dakota, the family’s final stop in a long series of homes that stretched across present-day Wisconsin, Iowa, Kansas, and Minnesota.
Several years after proving up on his claim, Ingalls moved into town where he worked a variety of jobs before passing away in 1902. The DeSmet News ended his obituary with this description: “As a citizen he held high esteem, being honest and upright in his dealings and associations with his fellows. As a friend and neighbor he was always kind and courteous, and a faithful and loving husband and father.”
For those fans of the “Little House on the Prairie,” Pa’s DeSmet homestead today is a tourist attraction, still featuring the original cabin Charles Ingalls built for his family over 120 years ago.
(Post originally published on the National Archives at Denver Facebook page. Image source; RG 049 Records of the Bureau of Land Management, Entry 97, “Register of Final Homestead Receipts, December 9, 1871-May 21, 1891,” NARA identifier 7385822)