Rose Wilder Lane was the daughter of Laura Ingalls Wilder of Little House on
the Prairie fame. She was also a widely published journalist and
author, who traveled from humble "Little House" beginnings to
destinations around the world that her pioneering ancestors could never
have imagined.
Mr. Pesky was a bookseller with Schulte's Book Store on Fourth Avenue in New York. During the 1960s, the last years of their lives, Mrs. Lane bought an interesting variety of books from Mr. Pesky and developed a friendship with her bookseller and his wife.
I have a small sampling of their correspondence during these years that sheds light on Rose's reading interests as well as her relationship with the bookseller, Mr. Pesky.
Mr. Pesky was a bookseller with Schulte's Book Store on Fourth Avenue in New York. During the 1960s, the last years of their lives, Mrs. Lane bought an interesting variety of books from Mr. Pesky and developed a friendship with her bookseller and his wife.
I have a small sampling of their correspondence during these years that sheds light on Rose's reading interests as well as her relationship with the bookseller, Mr. Pesky.
Columbia University has in its archives the records for Schulte's Book Store for the years 1918 to 1959. From the brief biography at the archives' site, I learned that Theodore E. Schulte started the business in 1917. Store manager, Philip Pesky, assumed ownership when Schulte died in 1950. When Pesky died a short five years later, the book store passed into his son's hands. This younger Pesky is the one whom Rose Wilder Lane addressed in the correspondence featured here from 1961 to 1968. We learn from this correspondence that he died in 1967.
I've acquired a batch of correspondence between Schulte's Book Store and various customers--mostly writers--from the early part of the twentieth century to mid-century and a bit beyond. All will be featured here in a series of posts. First up, though, are the postcards and letters that Rose Wilder Lane wrote to the man she described as her favorite bookseller.
The correspondence in this batch begins in 1961 with a personal post card from Danbury, Connecticut requesting a review copy of The Muckrakers: The Era in Journalism That Moved America to Reform - the Most Significant Magazine Articles of 1902-1912, edited by Arthur and Lila Weinberg and published in 1961 by Simon and Schuster. She appears to have been interested in a look back at a time when she started her own writing career around 1910.
A year later, another post card contains requests for various American and British books, as well as a standing order for review copies, as they came in, for the American Trail series.
Later the same year, 1962, she has a much longer list of books for Mr. Pesky to fill and send to Danbury, as she writes from Miami.
A new personal post card emerges in 1966 with Harlingen, Texas printed as the return address. This cards reveals a closer relationship with her bookseller, Mr. Pesky, as she gently chastises him for not sending her anything since she moved to Texas. She quickly adds that she hopes he and Mrs. Pesky are okay. She then acknowledges a Christmas present from Mrs. Pesky and states that it has a place in her new library in Harlingen. This indicates enough of a friendship to exchange Christmas gifts and a relationship not evident in previous correspondence.
In August of 1967, Rose's reading attention, or perhaps collector's attention, turns to Dickens. She had a 16-volume set published by Gebbie in Philadelphia, 1895. She was missing five volumes and indicated them in the letter. Later in a post card that month, she gives a more detailed description at the request of Mr. Pesky, who is is obviously having trouble finding exactly what she needs.
The last piece of correspondence I have is a typed letter from Rose to Schulte's, on Rose's letterhead, asking for two titles by Paul Lacroix. Her reading desires have now tuned to France in the 18th century as well as science and literature in the Middle Ages.
But the big news we learn in this letter is that Mr. Pesky has died. Seems like this would be the opening paragraph, but she put her order in first, then addressed the death of Mr. Pesky, stating that she is "grieved by the death of my long-time friend and favorite bookseller." In the same sentence, she returns to business with "I trust that my credit is still good with Schulte's."
It seems like an odd mix of business and grief, but it might appear that she held Mr. Pesky in high regard and her books just a bit higher. I don't know if she continued as a customer with Schulte's or if her credit continued with them, but Rose did not have much longer for collecting and reading books or buying them from anyone. She died the following year in 1968.
Rose Wilder Lane was a remarkable woman who appeared in her mother's Little House series, traveled around the world as a journalist during World War I and later for the Red Cross, and sympathized with Communism until she was discouraged by what she saw in the newly formed Soviet Union. She became friends with President Herbert Hoover. During World War II, she avoided rationing by growing her own food. To avoid paying social security taxes, which she didn't believe in (the whole system seemed a ponzi scheme to her), she quit her job with the National Economic Council. She wrote and authored numerous articles, stories, and books. At the age of 78 she went to South Vietnam as a war correspondent! As for her mother's books, there is speculation that Rose's editing and help was significant enough to have been named as a co-author of the Little House books.
While this small batch of correspondence does not stand up against that of another writer and bookseller chronicled in 84 Charing Cross Road, by Helene Hanff (Lippincott, 1970), it does offer a peek into the tastes and personality of a fascinating woman through her reading and the bookseller whom she befriended and relied upon to provide her with the books she needed.
More on Rose Wilder Lane:
http://www.cato.org/special/threewomen/wilder-lane.html
http://www.ecommcode2.com/hoover/research/wilder/index.html
http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2009/08/10/090810crat_atlarge_thurman#ixzz1GIlh7Jr7











