Here at Walkerland, we have taken to watching old episodes of Little House on the Prairie. This has been going on for a week or so now, and honestly it has had a fairly large impact on me, for a variety of reasons.
The first thing is this: the morality displayed on the show is incredible. In fact, I suspect that simply playing the show for kids, over and over, would result in better kids than many parents are capable of turning out on their own. I routinely feel like a louse while watching it, as some of the decisions the characters make are so intuitively good, my own moral inferiority lies in stark contrast. I am not a bad guy but compared to Charles Ingalls, for example, I am a lazy scrub! And his wife? Wow, what a powerful woman.
It is kind of unrealistic to compare yourself to a fictional character on a television show – this I realize! At the same time, why not? If you see an example of someone or something that inspires you, does it matter where it came from?
Charles Ingalls was, for me, one of the foundational fictional characters of my youth. As a boy, I watched many episodes of Little House on the Prairie. I think back to what an advantage that was. It seems silly, but do kids today have the opportunity to turn on the television and receive an instant lesson on morality, independence, self sufficiency? We got rid of our cable television years and years ago, so I cannot say what modern television today looks like.. however, being a gambling man, I’d wager, sight unseen, that I could put LHOTP up against anything currently out there, and as a way to teach morality, personal responsibility, and caring for one another, nothing would come within a thousand miles of it. So, while my head, as a child, was filled with stories of an independent family, making do for themselves against all odds, what do the kids of today get to watch? Garbage, that’s what.
The show is incredibly refreshing to watch, as none of the current societal afflictions are present. I love the interaction between the two main characters, the husband and wife. Charles is the man of the house, and there is no damned question, he is the MAN of the HOUSE. And yet, his wife Caroline, she RULES the house. There is no squabble for dominance and no question as to roles. He takes care of his stuff, oversees hers. She takes care of her stuff, oversees his. When one is weak, the other steps in.
The lack of tension over gender roles is also remarkably refreshing. Charles earns the bacon, generally. Caroline runs the home, generally. In partnership, they raise a family. Within those roles though, things bleed over. Caroline raises chickens and sells them to the local store. Charles does take an active role in parenting, although breadwinning is always his priority (it’s that, or starvation.) There is one episode where the family is destitute because of a failed wheat harvest. Charles goes away to work. He meets a guy on the road who takes him (and a third guy) to a mining pit, where he gets a job working a double jack. He works for a few weeks, and just before going home, his friend blows himself up. He and the third guy take all their wages, put them into a bag and Charles delivers that bag to the widow. So, he keeps none of the money for himself, gives it all to the widow, and shows up at home with empty pockets. Well, in his absence, Caroline organized a bunch of farm women and they all harvested the storm-blasted wheat by hand. They salvaged enough of the crop to eat over the winter. She saved the day. In today’s world, at least according to what I see, the man would feel weak, a failure .. and the woman, she’d be harping on her man for not bringing home any money! There was ZERO of that. They just loved each other and worked together, covering for each other as necessary, as an implicit, integral part of the deal.
I think of all the uptight feminists of today, fighting for things that don’t even make them happy .. and the bitter, lost men who have give up hope of a mate. I think of the copious amount of anti-depressant and mood altering prescription drugs that are prescribed, many of which are relationship related. I think of the children who will grow up in a world where the perception of sexual identity is becoming more and more complex by the second, where the traditional idea of marriage is being destroyed. I think of all of this, and I shake my head at how unnecessarily complicated we have made everything. I should note that as far as I am concerned, do what makes you happy, as long as you hurt no one else. The problem today is, everyone jumps on the first concept, but the second? Not so much. The general thinking is more: do whatever you want as long as it makes you happy. This is so flawed, so small.
Television is not real life, and any argument to the contrary is a bad argument. With that said, I challenge you to watch a few episodes and to put yourselves into the minds of these characters. Throw yourself back into the times of the horse and buggy, and consider: are things really that bad? Is this old way of being really that unenlightened? Watch the show. When you find tears creeping into your eyes and find yourself asking, philosophically, “Why are we such complete assholes?”, you’ll understand what I mean.