Discovering the World of Louisa May Alcott and Little Women

The first time I met Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy I was ten years old. Every Thursday I had a date with Marmee, I mean mom, as she stood there ironing. To make her arduous task go by faster, I read Little Women to her. Orchard House seemed the perfect setting to iron in and besides it was a family we felt we related to. Though 100 and some years had passed since Jo wrote plays for her sisters, our 1970’s/80’s household seemed to hold the same passions and desires. All we really needed was Laurie living next door and a mean old aunt who wanted us to read to her. Hey wasn’t I already reading to somebody? There you have it — I was one step closer to being Jo March.

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(Here is where my mother would want me to point out that she wasn’t ironing her husband and children’s clothes. She was a wedding dress designer; she always steamed and pressed the wedding and bridesmaids’ dresses on Thursdays so they could be packed and delivered on Fridays.)

That summer of Little Women was packed gently away in the recesses of my mind until many years later when I was, yet again, utterly lost on the Boston highways and by-ways. After what seemed like endless driving, I found myself in the little town of Concord Massachusetts. Passing before us were colorful clapboard colonial houses boasting quaint little gardens. As the country road kept turning and winding, I couldn’t help muttering every two minutes to my son, “We are so lost. If it wasn’t so nice to look at I’d be worried.” Just after one of those mutterings and country road turns I saw a sign for “Orchard House.” Surely that couldn’t be my Orchard House, could it? I made a hasty right-hand turn into the parking lot, and sitting before me was the Orchard House of my imagination — just as I had left it.

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“Let’s get out of the car,” I said to my son, gazing at the house.

“Mom, do you know where we are?”

“I think so.” I started walking up towards the house.

“Mom, where are we going? Do you know these people?”

“Yes,” Came my quick reply. “We’re visiting some old friends.”

“Mom, who lives here? I thought we were lost.”

“The Marches live here. My friend Jo March and her sisters live here.”

By this time we had come to the kitchen door.

I knocked and without waiting for a reply I entered. There to greet us was a very kind woman who, I might add, looked an awful lot like Marmee.

“Are you here for the tour?” she asked.

“Tour?” I questioned.

“Yes, you’re at Louisa May Alcott’s house, author of Little Women.”

From there we got a private tour into the world of Louisa May Alcott and an up-close visit into the life and times of this cherished author. During our visit to Orchard House seeds were planted, and I just had to discover what ideas were to unfold. We decided to stay in Concord, or stay “lost,” as my son likes to put it.

Over the next three days, we met her, her family, and neighbors, all contributors to American education, thought and literature.

Louisa May Alcott was the second daughter of Bronson and Abigail May Alcott. Born on the same day as her father, on November 29th, 1832. Louisa was raised along with her sisters Anna, Elizabeth, and May in a very unique family.

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Louisa’s father Bronson Alcott, a transcendentalist and educator, believed that the key to social reform and spiritual growth was at home and in family life. He woke his family everyday at 5 am to run outdoors. They would finish with a cold morning bath before starting their daily studies and chores. He was a philosopher who loved public speaking and often would stand outside his house to discuss his ideas with passersby. Next door neighbor Nathaniel Hawthorne, who was a very solitary and private man, had a path built above his house in the forest which led around the Alcott home and came out on the other side so he could avoid meetings with Bronson Alcott.

Concord looked at the Alcott’s as an eccentric family. The Alcott family made many life choices which contributed to them standing out from the rest of their community.

Louisa and her sisters were home-schooled, taught by their father until 1848. He instilled in them the values of self-reliance, duty, charity, self-expression and sacrifice. Noticing how bright and curious Louisa was, Ralph Waldo Emerson, another neighbor, invited her to visit his library any time she wished. What followed was Mr. Emerson becoming her literature and philosophy teacher. They would spend hours together discussing literature, thought, poetry, rhetoric and the like. Another of Louisa’s teachers was naturalist and essayist Henry David Thoreau. Louisa and her sisters accompanied him often on his long nature walks. Along with the art of nature observation he taught them biology.

Though Louisa’s father was a very educated man, he brought in little income. Louisa, her mother, and her sisters had to hire themselves out to clean houses, take in laundry, and work as tutors in schools. Louisa had been writing poems and stories under a couple of pseudonyms. She started using her own name when she was hired to write children’s stories. At the age of 15 she decided that her family would no longer live in poverty. The first book she wrote was Flower Fables, which she wrote for Nathaniel Hawthorne’s daughter Ellen Hawthorne. She wrote Little Women in ten weeks and the sequel Little Men in another ten week session. Both books were written at Orchard House and while we were visiting there we saw the small desk by the window that Bronson Alcott made her. All of her children’s books have been continually published since the late 1800’s and translated into 50 languages.

Louisa was a very strong-willed woman. During the Civil War she worked as a nurse in Washington D.C. There she contracted typhoid fever and the mercury used to cure her ended up poisoning her. She suffered from chronic illness for the rest of her life.

Her family was staunchly abolitionist and housed slaves moving towards freedom. John Brown’s widow and children stayed with the Alcott’s for several weeks after the death of Mr. Brown.

Like many educated women of her time, Louisa was an advocate for women’s suffrage. She was the first woman registered to vote some 40 years before women had the right to vote in the United States. Louisa walked into a school board election and pounded on the table saying “I have the right to vote and you won’t stop me.” The election chair gave her a ballot and registered her to vote. Whether her vote counted or not, no one knows, but people actively speak about Louisa as the first woman to vote in the United States.

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As in her book Little Women, Louisa’s sister Beth died from smallpox, which she contracted taking care of a poor immigrant family. Later her sister Amy moved to Europe to study painting at the Beaux Arts in Paris. Amy married a Swiss man and later died after giving birth to her daughter who they named after her sister Louisa (Lulu). Upon the insistence of her sister, Louisa took care of Lulu at Orchard House until she was ten years old and then sent her back to Switzerland. The eldest of the Alcott sisters, Anne, loved to act just like the older sister Meg in Little Women. As I was walking up Walden Street in Concord I noticed a little theater which I learned was founded by Anne Alcott. To this day plays are performed there seasonally and a production of Little Women is an annual event.

Louisa never married and wrote until the day she died at 55 years old. Just as she was born on the same day as her father, she died just two days after his death.

We paid a visit to the Sleepy Hollow cemetery. This lovely place was created by Ralph Waldo Emerson as a place of beauty for the citizens of Concord to come and reflect on nature, literature, music, poetry, and their loved ones. As they were in life, all of the above-mentioned people are neighbors in death as well. As we approached Louisa’s grave in her family plot we took part in the tradition of leaving a pen at the authoress’s grave, as well as a stone on Henry David Thoreau’s grave just nearby. Walking a few feet we also paid homage to Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Since returning from Concord we’ve started our own family journal practice. In the Alcott household, journals were meant to be shared. The Alcott family would write about the daily happenings in their lives, what books they were reading and the thoughts they inspired, political opinions, women’s suffrage, plays they were working on or had seen, walks and observations, poems they had written and poems to be shared. Anything at all that held their attention would be written in their journals. Each evening after dinner they sat around the table and read from their journals.

In our family we’ve taken to collecting not just snippets from our daily lives but to writing down poems we’ve discovered during the week. We also include riddles, jokes, favorite recipes, and this week’s favorite music. The family journal sits on the old radio by the kitchen table where everyone puts something daily into it. On Sunday dinner we read from our weekly family journal. It’s been fun to watch what catches the eye of my growing family and how we are creating this weekly testament about the lives we share together.

By getting lost on our way back to Boston, we ended up in another era of American thought, literature, and history. Unbeknownst to me, I had no idea that by discovering Louisa May Alcott an entire world of famous American transcendentalist would plant the seeds of inspiration. Over those few days we walked the path of Henry David Thoreau, saw the birth of our nation at Minute Man National Park, and embraced the world of 19th century America.

For further information about Orchard House, Louisa May Alcott, her books, and the time period she lived in , please look here.

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Comments

  1. Valarie, I’m figuring it was you who wrote this WONderful post? When I saw its title, I knew I’d be interested, but had no idea what fascinating facts I’d learn! There’s so much to respond to here, I need to look back to know where to start lol It’s not often I take the time to read long posts in full PLUS want to respond fully, too, but you’ve compelled me! 😀

    Just now I popped in my Little Women DVD because I wanted to re-examine the house. They reconstructed a home to strongly resemble Orchard House 😀 Anyway, in reading HOW you came across it, and unexpectedly got a private tour–what a gift! 😀 My recall is terrible, but I “think” I remember having heard about the relationships and proximity of all those literature greats! It seems surreal when you think about it, doesn’t it?

    Picturing you reading to your mother while she ironed is SUCH a sweet image. What a cherished memory that must be for you, and I can’t say enough about the tradition you’ve created with your family journal. You’re creating something you can treasure now, but will be treasured for generations as its handed down! I just love it all. Thank you for taking the time to post all this info on Louisa, the other writing greats and your special anecdotes. It all put a smile on my face and lit my insides with warmth and inspiration—seriously.

    Of course, I own LITTLE WOMEN and, years ago, began reading it but never finished : / There’s just too much to read and there will never be enough time for it.

    • JumpIntoABook says:

      Awwww, thanks so much for your kind words Donna Marie. I appreciate you!

  2. The Orchard House is near by and I’ve driven past it but have forgotten about it as a sightseeing place to take my kids! Thanks for the reminder!

  3. I haven’t read anything by her yet, but I probably should. I love your blog! Visiting from the linkup

  4. This was fascinating to read. Little Women is one of my all time favourite books 🙂
    #kidlitblighop

  5. Wow, thanks for sharing this story! I learned so many new things about Louisa May Alcott- especially about her being a suffragist and having famous transcendentalist neighbors like Ralph Waldo Emerson! Starting a family journaling activity was a lovely way to continue your journey at home. I’ll be re-examining her work in the near future- thanks! And if I’m ever in Concord, hope to get “lost”, too!

  6. Wow, what an inspirational post. I just soaked up every word you wrote. I loved reading Louisa’s story but also your journey along beside her. Thanks so much for sharing it with us on the Kid Lit Blog Hop

  7. How lucky you got “lost”! I live near Boston and *still* have never made it to visit this house, but I’ve always been fascinated by Louisa May Alcott and her books.

  8. I saw this in the Kid Lit Blog Hop and had to pop over and read it. I was absolutely obsessed with Louisa May Alcott growing up and read all of her books, plus a journal she kept when she was growing up. I think she is amazing! I didn’t know (or didn’t remember) the story of her being the first US woman to register to vote! We visited Orchard House when I was quite young, but it made a big impression on me. I remember the desk you mention, plus it was incredible to see how such great figures from our history were all neighbors. Thank you for this post! I really enjoyed it.

  9. Thanks for sharing with #smallvictoriessundaylinky last week. Sorry I’m late commenting/pinning but do hope you link up again this week! I loved listening to Little Women on audiobook within the last couple years. I did not read for pleasure as a kid but as an adult, I love to read. This is one of those books I had a greater appreciation for as a mother. This trip looks fantastic, it would be a great bookish trip to take!

  10. Ok, I admit it – I am super-jealous right now! lol Little Women is one of my favorite books from my childhood – loved that book! Clearly I have to retrace your steps one day. Now, I’m afraid I have to admit that I did not remember that there was a sequel “Little Men”. Really? I had no idea (or at least I’d forgotten.) Thank you for sharing your lovely post in the Kid Lit Blog Hop. It was a very enjoyable read.