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A couple of years after I graduated college, my mother gave me a present: her old set of Portuguese Little House on the Prairie<\/em> books, which she first read at the age of twelve in Brazil. Uma Casa na Campina<\/em>\u2014the familiar story of a family leaving the safe realm of the Wisconsin woods for the unknown American West\u2014had awakened her to wanderlust: reading itself became her own covered wagon plowing through uncharted prairies. Such yearning quickly blossomed into a passion for the English language, the channel through which a whole literary world came to life. And decades later on hot summer days, we would lie out in the yard as she labored, in her delicate accent, to bring the iconic figures of\u00a0the literary canon to life. She guided my sister and me through glorious readings of many authors\u2014from Charlotte Bront\u00eb to Nathaniel Hawthorne\u2014but the one I mostly vividly remember to this day is Laura Ingalls Wilder.<\/p>\n

I was in the third grade when we started the Little House<\/em> books together, fully immersing ourselves in Wilder\u2019s world. If Ma made flap-jacks, we topped our Saturday morning pancakes with old-fashioned maple syrup; when the Ingalls family ate sourdough biscuits, we cultured yeast for our own bread. My sister and I stripped the tender, green sheaths from store-bought cobs, soaked them, dried them, and made our own cornhusk dolls. In lieu of a gingerbread house, we gathered twigs and pebbles from the yard, constructing miniature log cabins inside halved cardboard boxes. My mother even made us calico sunbonnets using a costume pattern she found at the fabric store. Nothing about this seemed unusual to me; it was all part of the great narrative we had entered.\u00a0<\/p>\n

On November 5, 1920, a fifty-three-year-old Wilder wrote in the Missouri Ruralist<\/em>, \u201cIt doesn\u2019t occupy our brains to peel potatoes\u2009\u2026\u2009Our bodies learn to do the everyday tasks without much head-work, leaving our minds free to pass thru these windows and follow the fascinating ways that lead from them.\u201d Wilder\u2019s window was not in the kitchen of Rocky Ridge Farm, her home in Missouri, but in her mind. On this day, she floated out of it into \u201cShakespeare\u2019s country,\u201d lovingly describing the poet\u2019s sixteenth-century England for the newspaper\u2019s Midwest readership. It is no surprise that Wilder read Shakespeare; Western writing flows out of him like water from a deep well.<\/p>\n

In How to Teach Your Children Shakespeare<\/em>, playwright Ken Ludwig celebrates the power parents have to introduce their children to literature. Ludwig\u2019s investment in the cause is personal; when his daughter was in the first grade, he decided that \u201cif there was any skill\u2014any single area of learning and culture\u2014that I could impart to her while we were both healthy and happy and able to share things together in a calm, focused, pre-teen way, then Shakespeare was it.\u201d<\/p>\n

They began memorizing a series of twenty-five Shakespearean passages together, from Oberon\u2019s plot against Titania in A Midsummer Night\u2019s Dream<\/em> to Prospero\u2019s speech in The Tempest<\/em>, and his step-by-step method is laid out in the book. An Olivier Award winner whose life\u2019s work has been inspired by Shakespeare, Ludwig suggests the poet be invited as a \u201cpermanent houseguest\u201d into your family\u2019s home, or better yet, \u201cthe wise uncle\u2009\u2026\u2009who always knows right from wrong\u2009\u2026\u2009whom you can call on at a moment\u2019s notice\u2009\u2026\u2009who sees deeply, searingly, into the souls of us all.\u201d By communing regularly with his plays, he says, children can formulate their worldviews through a \u201cShakespearean lens.\u201d Discussing a passage in Macbeth<\/em>, Ludwig writes:\u00a0<\/p>\n

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One of the central puzzles of the play involves how we feel about Macbeth’s violent end. Here is a man who murdered at will out of blind ambition, killing a kinsman, a guest, and a king, yet something about him makes us feel that he was possessed of a great spirit, with the potential for another, better life. Is it the language of his speeches? His affection for his wife? His struggles with his conscience? Or did he have no choice in life?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Readers may protest against the idea of a six-year-old grappling with Macbeth<\/em>\u2019s difficult content and archaic language, but Ludwig makes a compelling argument in favor: \u201cWhen we experience a work of art that has genuine value\u2009\u2026\u2009we see it differently depending on who we are by nature and where we are in the trajectory of our own experience.\u201d In other words, true art grows with us as our understanding of it deepens through time.<\/p>\n

Furthermore, he reasons, having an intimate knowledge of a masterpiece can steer your children toward their own greatness: \u201cI am not only witty myself, but the cause that wit is in other men,\u201d Falsteff announces in Henry IV<\/em>. (Coincidentally, it was after reading Wilder\u2019s books, I began to try my own hand at writing.) In this respect, Ludwig\u2019s argument is similar to that of the novelist Graham Greene, who wrote that \u201cin childhood all books are books of divination,\u201d telling us about and influencing our own futures in ways they never do in adulthood: \u201cWhat do we ever get nowadays from reading to equal the excitement and the revelation in those first fourteen years?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

Nowadays, it is accepted wisdom that Greene (and my mother) were onto something. One 2008 study confirms what Laura Bush and the rest of us already know\u2014that children who are read aloud to have earlier language and literacy skills, becoming more likely to pick up a book down the road. In his autobiography, Salman Rushdie recalled his father reading him The Thousand and One Nights<\/em>. Toni Morrison\u2019s fiction also draws from the folktales her father told her. Did Shakespeare himself read to his children? We might have known, but his daughter died before the vicar of Stratford-upon-Avon ever followed through on plans to interview her. We do know that he lived in London most of his life, seeing his family in the countryside only once a year.<\/p>\n

By contrast, Wilder\u2019s family was insular. They were strangers to the prairie, and their survival depended on a close family bond. Life on the plains was spent planting and gathering, fighting off wildfires and sickness and literally huddling together for warmth during one very long winter. Because of this, there\u2019s a tenderness at the heart of Little House<\/em>, borne from the pain of uprooting one\u2019s self and setting off for unfamiliar country. While today they are tangled up with the television adaptation and the industry they spawned, the books weave a spell (a subject explored by Wendy McClure in her memoir The Wilder Life<\/em>) even as the biographies and viewpoints of Wilder and her daughter Rose, have complicated the idyll for some modern readers. But there is something elementally appealing about this classic series: it speaks not only to the joy of exploration but also to the tenuous nature of comfort, culture and even friendship\u2014the quiet, lonely hunger that can annihilate one if not for family.<\/p>\n

It was Wilder, not Shakespeare, who informed my worldview. As a child, she urged me not to settle for the known world but to chase my own frontiers. The deeper lessons exemplified by the Ingalls about the importance of kinfolk only sunk in later, after I had left home for college in the Ozarks\u2014Wilder\u2019s own strange country\u2014and found myself on my own. I think they are what my mother, who immigrated from Brazil to the United States in the early \u201880s, first saw in the books, and why she wanted to share them with my sister and me. It\u2019s why she named me Laura.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Laura C. Mallonee is a Brooklyn-based writer and graduate student at NYU’s Cultural Reporting and Criticism program. Follow her on\u00a0Twitter<\/a>.<\/em>\u00a0<\/p>\n

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