If only I had some grease I could fix some kind of a light, Ma considered. We didn't lack for light when I was a girl before this newfangled kerosene was ever heard of.That's so, said Pa. These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraph and kerosene and coal stoves--they're good things to have, but the trouble is, folks get to depend on 'em.
by Laura Ingalls Wilder
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In this excerpt from "The Long Winter" by Laura Ingalls Wilder, Ma reflects on the simplicity of her past when light was plentiful and easily accessible. She expresses a desire for grease to create a light source, indicating a sense of nostalgia and longing for the old ways of life before modern inventions like kerosene became commonplace. This longing suggests a deeper connection to her roots and the basic comforts that were once taken for granted.

Pa agrees with Ma's sentiment, acknowledging the rapid changes in society brought about by technological advancements such as railroads and telegraphs. While he recognizes the benefits of these innovations, he also points out the drawbacks, emphasizing how people have become overly reliant on them. This dialogue highlights the tension between progress and tradition, reflecting a common theme in literature that questions whether advancements truly enhance life or create new forms of dependence.

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