It was almost like a tiny farm with a barn for my pony and room for dogs, cats, chickens and canary birds. Gram and Aunt and I were the family, and we lived in northern Idaho in an old-fashioned house on a big town lot. By the time I was eight I had lost both of my parents, and I went to live with my grandmother and an unmarried aunt. She was fun to be with and she always had something interesting to tell me. As soon as I could walk I used to run away to see her. There was a strong bond of love between my grandmother and me. But even Robert is remembered today in this part of Wisconsin, and you may go to visit his grave. I liked the name and I thought that, since hired men often moved from place to place for seasonal work, no one was likely to remember him. The one name that remains unchanged is that of Robert Ireton. The names are partly true, partly made up, just as the facts of the book are mainly true but have sometimes been slightly changed to make them fit better into the story. All of the names in the book, except one, are changed a little bit. They would not have believed a word of it.Ĭaddie Woodlawn was my grandmother. While Caddie and Tom and Warren were living there, they would have been much surprised to learn that a hundred years later thousands of visitors from thirty-seven states and six foreign countries would sign the guest book in the Caddie Woodlawn house in one year. You may follow a trail out to Chimney Bluffs or go to the river where the Little Steamer used to dock in the days when the river was higher and when Dunnville was a promising town. In it you may picnic or rest or enter a small gray house and see exactly where Caddie and Tom and Warren once lived. Twelve miles south of Menomonie, Wisconsin, there is a pretty wayside park named in honor of Caddie Woodlawn. To Gram whose tales of her childhood in Wisconsin gave a lonely little girl many happy hours Author’s Note
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