#nancy oleson

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Not to post about little house on the prairie but Nancy Oleson is one of the funniest characters of all time. Nellie gets redeemed and moved away but the writers don’t know what to do without a mean little girl so the Olesons adopt a girl who looks and acts exactly like Nellie in the earlier seasons. Also she gets attacked by a wolf once.

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The Oleson Sisters

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Who remembers Nancy Oleson?

Played by Allison Balson.

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So Blitz and Loona are basically Ms. Oleson and Nancy

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The Bullies of Walnut Grove Chapter 2

(Author’s Note: Enjoy reading and let me know if you like it!)

Prologue

Previous Chapter

It was early in the morning, by the time Anna had woken up from such a deep slumber.

“Good morning, Mama.” a sweet voice had echoed into her heart, making her smile.

“Well good morning love.” Anna whispers as she stretched her arms out, not knowing that part of the bed was already cold. “Where’s your papa, Jeremiah?”

“He left with Jacob, Mama.” her son smiles. “They’re out on the field.”

“Oh that’s right.” Anna rolls her eyes playfully while Jeremiah was just about ready for the new day.

“Mama, may I go and wake up my sisters?” Jeremiah asks as he stood right at the edge of the bed.

“Ah no sweetheart.” Anna smiles. “How about I help you get ready for today?”

“Okay.” Jeremiah sighs in defeat.

While Anna and Jeremiah were busy getting themselves ready for the day, both Mary and Caroline were briefly chatting away up in the loft.

“Hey I know what we can do to Phillip, Mary.” Caroline grins as she braids her hair into two plaits.

“What?” Mary asks while she was brushing her blonde hair.

“We could put a bullfrog in his lunch pail.” Caroline exclaims, hoping that their mother didn’t hear them downstairs.

“Caroline,” Mary rolls her eyes  as she fixes up her green dress, “Phillip doesn’t have a lunch pail for school.”

“Oh right.” Caroline sighs in defeat. “Oh, how about we put a bullfrog down his shirt. Then he could get warts!”

“Caroline,” Mary began as she gave her sister a serious look, “I told you, I don’t want to get into a fight with Phillip.”

“But Mary.”

“No buts,” Mary states as she was helping her sister, “besides both Mama and Papa have told us not to fight with our peers.”

“So?” Caroline rolls her eyes.

“So,” Mary continues, just before they had taken the ladder down from the loft, “I don’t want us to get into trouble with Mama and Papa and even Mrs. Oleson.”

“Oh okay.” Caroline sighs in defeat as they both came down from their loft.

“Well good morning girls.” their mother had smiled while she was adjusting her green dress. “Are you ready for school today?”

“Yes Mama.” both Mary and Caroline had chanted back as their mother hand’s them each a piece of hotcakes and a biscuit.

“Here’s your breakfast, girls.” Anna states as she sat down with the children.

“Thank you, Mama.” Mary mumbles while she ate her biscuit.

“You’re welcome, love.” Anna nods in appreciation, just after she had finished up her breakfast. “Now we better get going. We don’t want you to be late for school now do we?”

“No Mama.” Caroline giggles with such glee as she quickly finished up with her meal. “Already to go Mama.”

“Good.” Anna chuckles while she was putting on her bonnet. “C’mon Jeremiah, let’s go and see your brother and papa.”

“Oaky.” Jeremiah had smiled brightly as his mother took him by the hand. “Do I get to help plant today, Mama?”

“We’ll see,” Anna answers, making her son jump for joy, “but first, I want you to be on your best behavior. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mama.” Jeremiah sighs, just before they all had left the home.

An hour later

“Now you girls go on off to school,” Anna told her girls just before she had entered into the mercantile, “and I’ll see you later on this afternoon.”

“Yes Mama.” Mary nods in agreement with her sister, making Anna smile.

“Good.” Anna smiles at them both, fondly, after she gave them each a kiss on the forehead. “Now go.”

“Goodbye Mama.” Caroline had waved at her mother as her and Mary were heading on off to school.

“Goodbye girls.” Anna had waved back just before she had entered into the mercantile. “Good morning, Mrs. Wilson.”

“Oh good morning, Mrs. Bjorgman.” Mrs. Wilson had tried her best to smile while she was dusting off the shelves. “How are you doing today?”

“Oh just fine.” Anna answers as she placed the basket of eggs on the counter.

“I see.” Mrs. Wilson states while she was keeping her eye at the entrance of the store.

“Ah Mrs. Wilson?” Anna quirks an eyebrow.

“Oh yes.” Mrs. Wilson faintly chuckles as she strolled on over to the counter. “So sorry about that.”

“Oh there’s no need for you to be sorry, Mrs. Wilson.” Anna was reassuring the blonde woman.

“Figures.” Mrs. Wilson sighs while she was examining the eggs in the basket. “Some people just don’t understand how to budget their money.”

“Excuse me?” Anna cocks an eyebrow.

“Oh my apologies,” Mrs. Wilson gasps, not knowing what else to say, “it’s just that these men came in yesterday and bought a lot of things here at the mercantile.”

“Oh.”

“And they decided to pay it all on credit.” Mrs. Wilson groans in frustration while she was placing the eggs in another basket.

“Hold on,” Anna began, “they bought their supplies on credit?”

“Why yes,” Mrs. Wilson’s eyes went wide with such disappointment, “they told me and Joseph that they’ll pay once their bank not comes in from St. Paul.”

“Oh.” Anna mouths.

“Yes,” Mrs. Wilson had sighed in disgust, “now I understand that both you and your family have an account here.”

“Yes,” Anna tries her best to smile, “and we’ve been paying off what we owe here for a while now.”

“I know,” Mrs. Wilson states, “but sometime I would just wish that people would pay for everything that they’ve bought.”

“I understand.” Anna nods just before she had left the mercantile. “Good day, Mrs. Wilson.”

“Oh I didn’t mean to be a tad rude to you, Anna.” Mrs. Wilson breathes just before Anna had walked on out the door. “It’s just that I’m a bit frustrated with those men.”

“I know.” Anna states just before she had left the mercantile. “My husband would always tell me and our children that it would take some time for new people to get used to being in a new place and all.”

“Well,” Mrs. Wilson sighs in defeat, “if you say so. I just hope that they would pay their bill here, soon.”

“I’m sure they will.” Anna nods as she left the mercantile. “Good day, Mrs. Wilson.”

“Good day.”

Suppertime

“Supper’s ready!” Anna calls out from the door to their home. “Come and get it while it’s still hot!”

“Coming Mama!” Caroline had shouted out while her, her sister, and Rose were coming out from the barn. “C’mon Mary and Rose!”

“Oh Caroline,” Anna smirks at the little one’s  antics, “don’t be such a fast runner.”

“Yes Mama.” Caroline states as she sat right next to her sister and Rose.

“Anna!” a voice calls out for her attention. “Is supper ready?”

“Why yes it is, Kristoff.” Anna chuckles as she watched her husband and their friends come from the planted fields.”Now c’mon we don’t want it to get cold.”

“I know.” her husband smiles as he was carrying their two sons in his arms.

“Hi Mama.” Jacob waves, making Anna smile with such joy.

“Hi love,” Anna waves back while everyone else was getting to their seats at the table. 

“Mama,” Jeremiah began as his father had put him down on the ground, “I helped Papa and Mr. Wilder today.”

“Oh you did?” Anna smiles fondly at the little boy.

“Yep!” Almanzo answers while him and Kristoff were heading to the table. “He was sure helpful.”

“He pretty much helped me with some watering, but mostly planting.” Kristoff states as he sat down at the table.

“Well that does sound great,” Laura grins as she appears from the kitchen with some stew in a pot, “but I think that you two boys must be really hungry now.”

“Yes Mrs. Wilder.” the boys had chanted in unison.

“Alright,” Kristoff smirks at the two boys, “but first we need to pray.”

“Okay.” Jacob sighs as he bows his head to pray.

“Dear Lord,” Kristoff prays while everyone else was bowing their heads, “we thank you for this day and for our friends. May you bless them with such happiness and joy. May this food be a blessing to our bodies, Amen.”

“Amen.” everyone had chimed in.

“Mama,” Caroline asks while she was filling up her bowl with stew, “can me and Mary work on our spelling tonight?”

“Right before bedtime, you may.” Anna answers, making the two girls smile with such joy.

“Thank you Mama!” Caroline beams.

“But you two won’t be staying up too late, correct?” Kristoff cocks an eyebrow just before he took a bite out of his stew.

“Yes Papa.” Mary answers as she drank her glass of water.

“Say this is some good stew Anna.” Almanzo mumbles while eating. “What did you put in it?”

“Easy,” Laura answers for her dear friend, “both her and I have added a lot of vegetables and a little bit of rabbit in it.”

“I see.” Almanzo smirks at the two women. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Laura smiles fondly at her husband.

“So do you think that we’ll be having a good crop this year?” Almanzo had asked Kristoff.

“Well I hope so.” Kristoff answers as he held his wife’s hand in comfort. “I just hope that the crop would be enough to support my wife and family.”

“I see.” Almanzo grins. “Well I do have to say that both the mill and feed store are doing just fine.”

“Yeah.”

“Now I’ve looked at the books,” Almanzo continues, “and so far they look promising, except for the Canters.”

“What do you mean, Almanzo?” Laura had asked with a curious look.

“Well the Canters had purchased some lumber all on credit.” Almanzo answers.

“Hmm,” Anna wonders aloud, “did they buy the lumber with promise of paying it back through a bank note?”

“Yes.” Almanzo answers. “They said that the bank note should be here soon.”

“I see.” Anna states as she gave her husband a look. “They did the same exact thing to the Wilson’s at the mercantile.”

“Well no wonder why Nancy was in a mood.” Laura gasps. “I came in this morning to buy some fabric and she just went on a rant about the Canters buying their supplies all on credit.”

“She told me that the Canters were just like us,” Anna adds while she was finishing up with her bowl of stew, “but I told her that’ll take time to get to know some new people.”

“True.” Laura smiles in agreement.

“Well either way,” Kristoff sighs in relief, “I just hope that they would be able to pay for everything that they owe.”

“Me too.” Almanzo nods in agreement.

Later on that night

“Mat,” Caroline yawns as she sat right across from her sister, by the candlelight, “M-A-T. Mat.”

“Good.” Mary nods. “Now spell Rat.”

“Rat.” Caroline states. “R-A-T. Rat.”

“Great.” Mary yawns. “Now spell Calico Cat.”

“Okay.” Caroline sighs in defeat. “C-A-L-I-C-O C-A-T.”

“Girls,” their father had called out from below the loft, “it’s getting late. You two better be in bed by the time I’m up there, do you understand?”

“Yes Papa.” they both had chanted back as they had gotten themselves into bed.

“Good,” Kristoff smirks as he climbed on up into the loft, “cause otherwise your Mama and I wouldn’t be too happy about you two sleeping in class.”

“Oh Papa,” Mary rolls her eyes making their father smile, “we promise not to do that.”

“Well in order for that to not happen,” Kristoff whispers as he sat down at the edge of their bed, “you two better get some sleep.”

“Yes Papa.” Caroline yawns just before she had fallen asleep under the covers. “Good night Papa.”

“Good night.” Mary smiles fondly at their father. “We love you, Papa.”

“I love you too girls.” Kristoff grins as he gave them each a kiss on the forehead. “Good night girls. See you two in the morning.”

“Good night.”

“Well the girls are sure sound asleep.” Anna whispers as she was stitching up some patchwork on one of Kristoff’s shirts. “They seem to be working really hard for that spelling quiz in class.”

“I know.” Kristoff states as he stood right next to the fireplace. “Say Anna, do you honestly think that Mary’s cheek was bruised from a ball?”

“Well,” Anna sighs in defeat, not knowing what else to say, “I think that Mary had gotten hurt. However, I don’t think that it was from a ball.”

“Right.” Kristoff grits through his teeth. “Maybe she isn’t telling us something.”

“Maybe she’s afraid of telling us about what had really happened.” his wife replies back, making Kristoff feel a bit uneasy. “Now Kristoff, I think that she’ll eventually tell us what had really happened to her.”

“I know,” Kristoff shakes his head in disgust, “I just wish that she would tell us the truth.”

“And in time,” Anna gave her husband a loving glance, “she will, but first let her come to us to talk about it, alright?”

“Alright.” her husband smiles fondly at her.

Maybe she’s right. Maybe in time, Mary will tell the truth.

[rapphimgiadinh]

Ngôi nhà nhỏ trên thảo nguyên (phim truyền hình)

Nội dung

Phần 1 : 001 ⇀ 002

Trong thời kì Tây tiến, vùng Big Woods (Wisconsin) ngày càng chật như nêm vì đất không đủ chứa người mới sinh và người từ miền Đông tới. Năm 1869, anh thợ săn Charles Ingalls cực chẳng đã đành chia tay cha mẹ và anh chị em để dắt vợ con đi sang Viễn Tây với hi vọng tìm được đất đủ rộng để canh tác.

Hành trình đi tìm miền đất hứa rất gian khổ, nhưng rốt cuộc gia đình Ingalls cũng tới được Kansas, cắm mốc mang tên mình tại phần đất đã được chính phủ cấp phép. Tại đây, cô bé Carrie Ingalls cất tiếng khóc chào đời.

Mà rồi chẳng bao lâu, những người da đỏ đói khát đã tới làm phiền, dù vậy nhà Ingalls chóng giao hòa được với họ. Vị tân tù trưởng tới thông báo rằng, gia đình Ingalls phải rời đi vì cắm mốc "nhầm chỗ". Bộ lạc đã được chính phủ Hoa Kỳ nhượng lại khu vực này để họ ngưng quấy tuyến thiết lộ Đông-Tây đang xây dựng.

Tuy rằng phải bỏ cơ nghiệp cùng mùa ngô hứa hẹn bội thu, nhưng nhà Ingalls không còn chọn lựa khả dĩ hơn. Bù lại, họ nhận được tình cảm quý mến của vị tù trưởng trẻ tuổi và bác thợ rừng Isaiah Edwards.

Phần 2 : 003 ⇀ 088

Sau thời gian rất dài lang bạt kì hồ, mãi tới năm 1874, gia đình Ingalls mới tậu được thửa đất rất đẹp ven một con lạch gần thị trấn Walnut Grove (Minnesota). Họ bắt đầu làm quen với những người láng giềng mới và tiến hành gầy dựng lại cơ nghiệp. Hàng xóm có người định cư tại đây mấy chục năm, cũng có người chỉ mới chân ướt chân ráo tới, kẻ xấu người tốt đủ cả nhưng đem lại bao rắc rối cho vùng quê mới.

Chị em Mary và Laura lại cặm cụi cắp sách tới trường như thời ở Big Woods, trong khi gia cảnh vẫn chưa cải thiện là bao. Nhưng trong bộn bề khó khăn vẫn đây đó có tình gia đình, nghĩa láng giềng. Thế giới thảo nguyên thơ mộng vẫn lộng lẫy đợi họ khám phá.

Phần 3 : 089 ⇀ 160

Gia đình Ingalls nhận nuôi cậu bé Albert Quinn và có thêm em Grace Ingalls, sau đó lại nhận thêm anh em James và Cassandra Cooper.

Ở tuổi dậy thì, cô bé Mary bị mù vì di chứng tinh hồng nhiệt[1]. Cô phải gác mọi ước mơ cao sang và bỏ cả thành tích học tập rạng ngời để vào trường khiếm thị, những tưởng cuộc đời đã kết thúc. Tại đây, Mary gặp rồi kết hôn với thầy giáo mù Adam Kendall.

Còn Laura cũng ngày càng nhổ giò, không còn tinh nghịch và lười học như xưa nữa. Cô thầm yêu chàng nài ngựa Almanzo Wilder, hơn cô rất nhiều tuổi và là em cô giáo Laura. Họ từ chỗ hờ hững tới cảm mến nhau, rồi kết hôn. Laura kế nhiệm chị dâu để dạy trường Walnut Grove.

Phần 4 : 161 ⇀ 202

Bà Harriet nhận nuôi cô bé mồ côi Nancy Oleson, kẻ có tính cách rất ngỗ ngược. Tuyến truyện hầu như tập trung vào đôi nhân vật Jenny Wilder và Nancy Oleson.

Phần 5 : 203 ⇀ 204

Theo gợi ý của cô giáo Laura Ingalls Wilder, người dân Walnut Grove tiến hành phá sập toàn thị trấn để trả đũa việc chính phủ cưỡng bách thu hồi đất làm quân khu.

“

Giá bây giờ có cuốn nhật kí, tôi sẽ ghi lại cái khoảnh khắc gia đình tới Plum Creek, và được ngắm ngôi nhà trên thửa đất. Tôi nhớ như in cha và bác Hanson vừa đi vừa hàn huyên, còn chị em tôi cứ thắc mắc là truyện gì (If I had a remembrance book, I would surely write about the day we came to Plum Creek and first saw the house in the ground. I can remember Pa and Mr. Hanson and how they walked and looked and talked and how we wondered what they said).

”

— Tựa

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I Hate Open Shelving in the Kitchen, Case Closed

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“I have too much kitchen storage,” said no one ever. With all the kitchen gadgets and cookbooks we tend to accumulate over the years, it often feels like there aren’t enough places to stash these items out of sight.

That’s why the popularity of open shelving—a trend that seems like it’s lasted longer than a pack of ramen noodles—is confounding. Having open shelves in your kitchen means you’re letting it all hang out: dinnerware, vases, cookbooks, all of it. In theory (and on Pinterest), it’s a chic look. But when I think about the time it would take to keep the shelves looking neat—and how much space is actually wasted—I roll my eyes.

While some people have chosen to hop on the bandwagon by installing open shelves in a couple of key locations, others have straight-up done away with their kitchen cabinets. Either way, I’m not a fan.

Here are the reasons why I’m keeping my kitchenware behind closed (cabinet) doors.

My mix-and-match dinnerware is not eclectic, it’s an eyesore

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You may have admired the airy appeal of open shelving while watching Food Network, but unless you’re Ina Garten and your silver is perfectly polished and your plates match, this trend is not going to look quite as appetizing in your own home.

My everyday dinnerware is a mashup of several different sets. Over the years, our dishes have taken their licks—they have scratches and chipped edges thanks to kids and a powerful dishwasher. Do I need a constant visual reminder that my poor plates have seen better days? Nope. Do I want to splurge on a new set that’s worthy of round-the-clock display? Still no.

You’ll do double the washing

Unless you regularly use your pretty glass pitchers, copper pots, and all those other Pinterest-perfect pieces, they’re going to gather dust. So when it’s time to actually take them down from those open shelves, you’ll have to wash and dry them all over again. And even if you’re not using them, you’ll still want to keep them dust-free so they look their best. Who needs that extra work?

You’re flirting with disaster

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Depending on where you place your open shelves, you may be asking for trouble. Hanging them in high-traffic areas (like a kitchen) can result in dangerous collisions.

My sister-in-law has open shelving in her kitchen, and each Thanksgiving I watch as kids and even older relatives back into them to make way for fellow guests, sending cookbooks and tchotchkes crashing to the floor. I can’t even look at the photo above without hearing glass shattering.

They can make a room look cramped

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Although open shelves are meant to enhance a space, they can also quickly overwhelm it. Closed cabinets give a neat, minimalist appearance. Once you’ve literally put it all out there on open shelves, the space may feel overcrowded and visually chaotic.

One more place to decorate

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I can barely keep up with seasonal decor in other parts of the home, but open shelves are practically begging to be decked out with Halloween pumpkins, wintry pine cones, Easter eggs, and Fourth of July flags. It might look cheery and festive, but I’m drawing the line when it comes to decking out the kitchen. Who has this kind of hustle?

Ensure they’re secure

If you’re going to load up those shelves with breakables, you’ll need to know they’re installed correctly and fastened securely or you’ll have a real mess on your hands—and on the floor. Not only does the hardware need to be strong and reliable, but so do the shelves themselves. Otherwise they may warp and sag, creating a rather sad look.

Junk will collect there

Much like a kitchen island, your open shelves are likely to become a dumping ground for clutter. What once seemed like a great idea has now become another repository for junk mail, your car keys, and that extra phone charger you’ve been looking for. This is not the look you were going for.

This isn’t a grocery store

Unless it’s done tastefully, there’s something about open shelving that makes me feel like I’ve just walked into Oleson’s Mercantile from “Little House on the Prairie.”

When I walk into a kitchen with this type of shelving, I find it hard to concentrate on conversation as I’m too busy checking out the homeowner’s cookbooks and favorite teas. Again, this is why I could never adopt the popular storage style. Do I want guests to know I’m buying generic cinnamon or that I’ve caved and let my kids consume sugar cereals? Not so much.

Bottom line: Cabinets keep your secrets safe in a way that open shelving never will.

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I Hate Open Shelving in the Kitchen, Case Closed

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Allison Balson, Dating, Boyfriend, Net Worth, Career, Movies, Wiki-Bio

Allison Balson, Dating, Boyfriend, Net Worth, Career, Movies, Wiki-Bio

Allison Balson Born Name Allison Balson Birth Place Los Angles, California, United States Of America Eye Color Blue Zodiac Sign Scorpio Nationality American Ethnicity White Net Worth $2 million Age 49 years An American actress, Allison Balson began her acting career at the age of five. She is popular for her role as Nancy Oleson on the tv series Little House on the Prairie.…

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So what?

[fredrickcarringtonewinglyon]

NEW NELLIE IN TOWN IN BLU-RAY HD... LA NOUVELLE NELLIE ARRIVE A WALNUT GROVE EN HD... LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE SEASON 8 !

Whoa, there's a new Nellie in town! Experience the Olesons' adoption of Nancy, and every endearing moment of season eight of this epic series, with restored and remastered picture and sound. Follow Charles and Mr. Edwards as they search for answers after the death of Mr. Edwards's son; share memories with the Wilders and Ingalls when snowed in at Christmas; witness Almanzo's stroke and the birth of baby Rose; and behold Charles's faith as he pleads for his adopted son's life in this completely uncut and unforgettable 22-episode saga. 

Annonce des précommandes blu-ray pour la saison 8 de “La petite maison dans la Prairie”...

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Allison Balson and Shelli Bird at the Billy the Kid Western Film Festival in Hico, Texas.   You may remember Allison as Nancy Oleson on Little House on the Prairie!  I loved that show!  She's such a sweet lady and I look forward to seeing her again soon!

Photo by Larry Torbett

[emmag33]

I don't like Nancy, she too much like Nellie..

[faithambr]

Harvest of Friends Chapter 2

Prologue

Chapter 1

Playlist

FF.net Link (Finally link is up!)

(Author’s Note: Enjoy reading!)

It was early the next morning when Kristoff had woken up to the smell of fresh hot coffee and bread being made down stairs. Hmmm... wonder what she’s making for breakfast? he thought as he climbed on down the ladder.

“Oh good morning Kristoff.” his wife said as she made her rounds in their new, yet small, kitchen.

“Good morning, Anna.” Kristoff smiles warmly as they gave each other a quickp eck as part of their usual morning routine. “Mmmm... it smells wonderful, Anna.”

“Oh it’s just coffee and toast.” Anna brushes him of while her husband was sitting at the table.

“Still it smells wonderful, Anna.” he compliments her as she passed him a plate of toast and molasses with his usual cup of coffee.

“Why thank you, Kristoff.” Anna blushes as she took a bite out of her own food. “So what tiem are you suppose to work with Mr. Edwards today?”

“Oh I don’t start until tomorrow.” her husband answers as they continued on eating their breakfast.

“Oh so what are you going to be doing today, then?” 

“Well,” Kristoff began as he was finishing up with his coffee, “I’ll be taking care of some things in town, such as getting a plow and seed for the first crop.”

“But we don’t have any cash, Kristoff.” his wife gave him a worried expression.

“Anna,” he reassures her with the both of her hands resting into his own, “don’t worry, I’ll talk to Mr. Oleson about getting a plow from the mercantile, along with some other things for our home.”

“Oh Kristoff,” Anna sighs with such uncertainty, “are you sure? Do you think that we’d be able to afford it?”

“Yes.” her husband smiles fondly at her.

“Oh alright.” Anna sighs in defeat, knowing that her husband was more than willing to do anything for their future. “You do what you must do then.”

“Thank you dear.” her love pulls her in for a loving kiss while he was minding her braided bun uncoiling a bit. “I’ll see you this afternoon then, Anna.”

“Alright.” Anna blushed bright pink as her husband had gotten up and walked on out the door. “Good luck, Kristoff.”

A few miles on down the road

“Oh man,” Kristoff smirks as he continued on down the road towards Walnut Grove, “Anna sure did make some good breakfast this morning.”

He was right, the breakfast was sure amazing to his taste buds. From the coffee being made to perfection to the sweet molasses being added on to his toast. He smiled at the thought of his wife making almost every meal for their family as he continued on walking past the entrance of the town. He knew that his wife was a good cook; however he knew that she wouldn’t be able to cook with out him being able to provide for her. “At least that’ll change,” he whispered just as he walked on towards the mercantile, “once I get the plow and seed taken care of.”

He smirked at the thought of having his first crop being planted within the next week or so. Hopefully the harvest season would be good this year. he thought while he made his way on to the front steps of the mercantile. 

Just then a blonde-haired young woman, with ribbons and curls, had ran on out the front doors, crying out, “Oh Father, you hate me!”

“Nancy!” a much older gentleman had called out just as the young woman had run on off to school.

“Good Morning Mr. Oleson.” Kristoff was trying his best to smle at the older gentleman as he stepped inside.

“Oh good morning, Mr. Bjorgman.” Mr. Oleson answers. “Sorry that you had to see that.”

“Oh no worries.” Kristoff had stated as he was trying his best to understand the situation.

“Well,” Mr. Oleson sighs as he stood right next to Kristoff, “I’m sure that she’ll try to understand why I can’t give her what she wants.”

“Oh I’m sure she will.” Kristoff states as he followed Mr. Oleson to the back of the store.

“Right,” Mr. Oleson smiles as he walked behind the counter, “now what can I get for you?”

“Nels!” a high-pitched voice had interrupted their conversation. “Where’s Nancy?”

“She went on off to school.” he answers as an older woman, wearing a dark purple dress had walked on down the stairs into the mercantile.

“Well her and I were going to look at new dresses for her dolls.” the woman had answered with such pride in her voice. 

“Harriet,” Mr. Oleson groans in frustration, “she already has dresses for her dolls. She doesn’t need anymore.”

“Well easy for you to say, Nels.” Mrs. Oleson gave her husband a look.

“And I’m telling you the truth, dear.” Mr. Oleson sighs hoping that their conversation would be over. 

“Well good morning, Mrs. Oleson.” Kristoff gave the older woman a small smile. “How are you doing today?”

“Oh,” Mrs. Oleson smiles back at him, “I’m doing wonderful. Now what can we get for you today?”

“Well I was wondering if you have any plows for sale today?” Kristoff asks with his hopes high above the clouds.

“Why yes we do, Mr. Bjorgman.” Mr. Oleson answers as he took out the mercantile’s catalog book. “In fact, we have two brand new ones in stock. Got them all the way from Mankato.”

“That’s wonderful.” Kristoff was grinning from ear to ear. “Now do you have any seeds for crops.”

“Yes.” Mr. Oleson smiles at the young man. “Now you just need a plow and a bag of seed for your crops to grow, correct?”

“That is correct, Mr. Oleson.”

“Well,” Mr. Oleson began to do the calculations in the book, “that would be a total of $35.85.”

“Oh,” Kristoff’s smile began to fade awat, “I don’t have that kind of money, but come harvest time I’ll have more than enough to pay that off, along with any other charges here at the mercantile.”

“Oh,” Mr. Oleson sighs while Mrs. Oleson was giving off an annoyed look, “I understand.”

“Now I hate to be a bother Mr. Bjorgman,” Mrs. Oleson tries her best to skew the conversation into her favor, “but in the past, we’ve had farmers buy their supplies here for their families all on credit.”

“I understand,” Kristoff states, “and usually I would like to take care of the financial part for my farm, but what I need is a plow and some seeds for my crops.”

“Well know this, Mr. Bjorgman,” Mrs. Oleson breathes in her frustration, “that over the years, many farmers have left in the middle of the night, without paying off their credit here.”

“Now Mrs. Oleson,” Kristoff began to calmly explain to the older woman, “Anna and I are staying. We don’t have any plans to move away from here.”

“I see,” Mrs. Oleson keeps her nose up and turned away from Kristoff, “and I hope that you do realize that it’ll take a while to pay off that plow.”

“I see.” Kristoff tries his best at controlling his temper.

“I do apologize Mr. Bjorgman,” Mr. Oleson had stated in hopes of diffusing the situation, “but my wife’s right. Plus it would take a very long time for the plow to be paid off.”

“I understand.” Kristoff said, feeling a bit frustrated.

“Now is there anything else that I can get for you today?” Mr. Oleson had asked.

“Ah no thank you.” Kristoff answers as he walks on towards the entrance of the mercantile.

“You’re welcome.” Mr. Oleson had stated feeling sorry for the young man that was walking on out the door.

Oh what am I gonna do? Kristoff had thought as he sulked his way on out of the mercantile. He couldn’t even believe that the Oleson’s wouldn’t be able to sell him a plow and some seed. What about Anna? What am I going to do for her?

He was right, what was he going to do for his Anna? His heart was aching at the thought of seeing his wife being completely heartbroken at the thought of moving again. She likes this town. he thought as he strolled on down the street. We both really like this town.

He smiled at the thought of remembering how Anna was happy when they were passing through the town, just a few weeks earlier. He had always wanted to make sure that Anna would be happy, but now he wasn’t sure that he would be able to keep her happy.

“Please God,” he prayed while he was wiping the sweat from his brow, “help me find something for both me and Anna.”

He then realized that there maybe an answers to his prayers right in front of him.

“Hmmm...” Kristoff had cocked an eyebrow as he strolled on over to a business nearby, “O’Neil’s Tackle and Feed.”

He couldn’t believe that there was a tackle and feed store in Walnut Grove. He knew that many towns would have some sort of tackle and feed place for farmers, yet he didn’t expect Walnut Grove to have one of their own.

Maybe they’ll have what we both need here. he thought as he took a quick look around the business. As he took a quick look around, he saw the usual farming tools being up for sale. However not only he saw the tools being up for sale, he did find a very old and collasped roof. Probably from the usual weight of either snow or a large storm. he thought as he was examining the caved-in roof. He figured that the roof was in need or repair; therefore, he had a plan all figured out.

“Oh hello there.” an elderly man with a thick accent had appeared a far from Kristoff. “How can I help you today, sir?”

“Well I was wondering if you have any plows up for sale?” Kristoff had asked in hopes for a good answer.

“Ah yes I do.” the elderly man smiles as he showed Kristoff to where the plows were located. “Come with me and I’ll show them to you.”

“Thank you Mr...” Kristoff was grinning from ear to ear as he followed the elderly man to where the plows were.

“Weselton.” the elderly man had finished Kristoff’s sentence. “Mr. Duke Weselton and you are?”

“Kristoff Bjorgman.” Kristoff answers with such confidence in his mind and soul while he was shaking hands with Mr. Weselton.

“Ah such a strong grip there young man.” Mr. Weselton said with his thick mustache interfering.

“Thank you.”

“Now what kind of plow are you looking for, Mr. Bjorgman?” Mr. Weselton had asked.

“Any plow that could work well on my field.” Kristoff stated as they continued on taking a look at some plows.

“Ah I see.” Mr. Weselton smiles at the young man. “Well we do have the finest in town.”

“Wonderful,” Kristoff grins while he took a glance at a plow sitting right next to the doorway, “I think I’ll take this one, along with some seed for farming.”

“Ah I see,” Mr. Weselton quirks an eyebrow, “well that plow and a bag of seed may cost about forty dollars total.”

“I understand,” Kristoff sighs, “but I don’t have that kind of money right now.”

“Oh, well then it sure was a pleasure doing business with ya.” Mr. Weselton had spoken with a frown.

“But I am willing to work out something with you, sir.” Kristoff offers as he follows the elderly man on out the door.

“How so?” the elderly man gives Kristoff a confused look.

“Well,” Kristoff breathes in both his hopes and hesitation, “I couldn’t help but notice that your roof has caved in.”

“Ah yes,” Mr. Weselton recalls from his own memory, “Mr. O’Neil told me that the roof would last for many years. At first, I had actually believed him, til last winter’s blizzard had happened.”

“I see.”

“I was planning on fixing it up,” Mr. Weselton continues, “but I’ve never gotten around to it. Now I’m too old to do it.”

“Well what if I do it for you?” Kristoff offers his help to the elderly man.

“Now hold on,” the elderly man cautions him, “if you think that fixing up my roof is going to cover the payment for the plow and seed, then you best be on your way.”

“Sir,” Kristoff remains serious at his words, “I can do anything else if need be.”

“I see.” Mr. Weselton gives the young man a subtle, yet surprised look. “Tell ya what, how about this: I’ve got some wagon load full of seed coming in from Mankato.”

“Yes.”

“So I’ll be needing you to stack up the seed in the shed.” Mr. Weselton states as he points at the caved in roof. “Now can you do all of that withing four weeks?”

“Of course.” Kristoff smiles, knowing that both his and his wife’s dreams were soon coming true.

“Well that sounds great however,” Mr. Weselton adds, “I’ve noticed that you’ve got the finest oxen in the land.”

“Yes I do.”

“Well I would prefere to have them as collateral.” Mr. Weselton states.

“I understand.” Kristoff tries his best to smile. “I’ll finish both the roof and the seed in record time.”

“Alright.” Mr. Weselton smiles as he shook hands with Kristoff. “Now follow me into my office and let’s get those papers drawn up.”

“Alright.” Kristoff nods in agreement as they both had walked into Mr. Weselton’s office.

Later on that evening

“Mmm..” Anna whispers to herself as she pulls some bread on out of the fireplace. “Finally, something that smells wonderful in this place.”

“It sure does smell wonderful, Anna.” her husband had commented, making Anna blush with adoration.

“Thank you Kristoff.” Anna smiles warmly as she places the bread on the table.

“You’re welcome.” her husband gives her a kiss on the forehead.

“Look I know that it’s not enough for supper tonight,” Anna adds as she shuts the front door just after a draft had gone through, “but I was using what was leftover from what Laura had given to us.”

“Well either way, Anna,” her husband was smiling fondly at her as he sat down at their table, “it sure does smell wonderful.”

“Oh I know,” Anna rolls her eyes while she unwrapped the bread.

“Now I’m sure hungry.” Kristoff stated just as he began to slice up some of the bread.

“Ah Kristoff,” Anna gave her husband a look as she sat down across from him at the table,”aren’t you forgetting to say grace?”

“Oh right,” her husband coughs while he folded his hands for prayer.

“Thank you.” Anna said as they began to say their prayers. “Dear Lord, we thank you for this day and for the food that you’ve provided for us here on our table.”

“And thank you for all of our dearest friends,” Kristoff continues, “here in Walnut Grove and for the blessings that you’ve bestowed upon us all. Amen.”

“Amen.” his wife whispers just as they began to break the bread on their table.

“Anna,” Kristoff began as he was buttering a slice of his own bread, “I have some good news for the both of us.”

“Oh,” Anna’s eyes were dancing with excitement as she took a bite of her bread, “what is it?”

“I was able to get a plow and some seed.” Kristoff states with pride, but then it falters.

“Oh that’s wonderful,” Anna smiles with such happiness in her heart, but then saw the look in her love’s eyes, “but there’s something else isn’t there?”

“Yes,” her love answers, making her own smile fall, “there is. I.....uh....made a deal with Mr. Weselton about paying off the plow and seed.”

“Oh,” Anna gives her husband a curious look, “well what’s the deal that you have with him now?”

“Mr. Weselton and I had both agreed upon me fixing up his roof and store the seed in the shed within four weeks.” Kristoff said, making Anna understand.

“Ah I see,” Anna breathes in her concerns, “but what about your job with Mr. Edwards at the mill.”

“I’ve already talked to him,” her husband reassures her, “and he had agreed upon supplying the lumber and letting me work there in the morning. Then I’ll be working with Mr. Weselton in the afternoon.”

“Oh,” Anna gives her husband a surprised look, “won’t that be a long day for you? I mean you do realize that you have chores here to do, Kristoff.”

“I know.” her husband sighs.

“But,” Anna reaches for his hand, “knowing you, that’ll be taken care of within the four weeks, including the farming of our first crop.”

“Thank you Anna.” Kristoff blushes at her words.

“For what?” Anna gives her husband a curious glance.

“For having complete faith in me.” Kristoff smiles warmly at his loving wife.

“Oh you’re welcome.” his wife brushes him off as they continued on eating their food at the table. “Now is there anything else that I need to know, Kristoff?”

“Well,” her husband had answered with some uncertainty.

“Kristoff?” Anna quirks an eyebrow at him. “What is it?”

“Well Mr. Weselton and I have talked about the oxen, while we were discussing business today.” Kristoff sighs, knowing what his wife was going to say.

“Oh well what about them?” Anna asks while she was gathering up their plates.

“Mr. Weselton said to me that if I don’t complete my side of the bargain, I could lose the oxen.” Kristoff stated while Anna was washing their plates in the small washtub.

“Oh.” Anna sighs, trying to calm her nerves.

“Now Anna,” Kristoff gets up from his chair and gives her a calming kiss on the forehead, “I’ll take care of it and soon.”

“I know,” Anna sighs in defeat as she turns around to face her husband, “I just don’t want us to lose the oxen. Cause if we do, we would lose everything.”

“I understand.” her husband gives her a reassuring hug and kiss. “Now remember...”

“I know, I know,” Anna tries her best to smile up at him, “we both need to have faith in each other.”

“Yes we do, Anna.” her husband agrees.

And sure they’ll be in need of having a little bit of faith.

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Nancy Olsen (Allison Balson) the little house -series (par raeven0501)

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