Let's be Little House on the Prairie

I'm Nels Oleson. I just fucked Harriet from one end of the room to the other. The only way I got thru it is remembering watching Charles pound Almonzo in the barn.

I'm Nellie Oleson's banana curls.

I'm Michael Landon's big brown hairless dick

I'm little Albert's dick becoming engorged every time Mr. Edwards sneaks up behind me.

I'm Ma Ingalls and my portrayer Karen Grassle is probably the least remembered tv ma this side of Pat Crowley. Yet I was in the cast of Oh Calcutta! back in the late 60's and I've ordered my press team to keep that out of my bio.

We are the real Ingalls girls, the mawkish & rather sordid TV series bears only a passing resemblance to our actual lives, example: Mary never had a baby/battering ram.

I'm Percival Isaac Cohen Dalton, Nellie Olsen's nerdy husband and real life tragi-gay Steve Tracy. I will die of AIDS five years after my last appearance on the show.

I'm the Musak soundtrack in the style of the 1970s, not the 1870s.

I'm the wardrobe lady constantly fretting over the stains I find in Michael Landon's trouser crotches because he refuses to put on some goddamn underwear.

I'm Lindsay Sidney Greenbush, and I'm retarded.

I'm a frying pan, a wagon wheel, and a toothache in a heel.

I'm the Store Bought Dress that Laura wanted so badly....but could never afford.

Never mind Laura, a few tweaks and Mary's homemade gingham pinafore hand-me-down will look...servicable.

I'm the music box that makes Mary freak out after her baby was roasted to a crisp.

I’m Nellies wheelchair descent scream.

I'm Shannen Doherty and I played Jennie Wilder, and I spent a lot of my off set time in my dressing room underneath any of the male actors on the show I could get my hands on.

I'm Jason Bateman and I played James Cooper Ingalls and I spent all my off set time trying to get into Shannen Doherty's dressing room, but she only went for bad boys.

I'm the baffling lack of eyeslots on the creepy expressionless Pierrot mask used to hide the face of the blacksmith when he rapes Albert's girlfriend.

I'm the figurine that Caroline puts on the mantle when they first move into their "Little House."

I'm the impossibly located mountain Laura runs away to after she successfully prays for her baby brother's death, where she meets an angelic Ernest Borgnine.

I'm the kids who died in that blizzard. Miss Beadle killed us!!

I'm baby Grace. I never seem to get any older.

I'm the pliers Ma has to use to peel off Pa's jeans every night.

I'm Sylvia, Albert's big-busted love interest. I'm considered so sexually attractive that the neighborhood boys spy on me through my window and I'm targeted by a rapist, but it must be the big breasts because I'm as plain as an old shoe.

I'm Nancy Oleson, Nellie's adopted little sister. I'm made to look like Nellie, but I'm nastier and sociopathic. I tried to make a popsicle out of pretty Belinda by getting her locked in the ice house. Tee-hee! I am bad, but I lack the camp humor of my predecessor.

I’m Sean Penn. My dad directed a few episodes of the show and threw me in the background with the other kids

I ‘m Pa’s bra strap

R5 I thought it was Karen Grassle's husband, Leon Russom, who was in the original cast of "Oh! Calcutta!". Never heard that Karen was in it.

I’m those stupid flaps of fabric(?) on the bottom of Pa’s pants where they meet his boots. I don’t know what I am or why I’m here.

I'm Willie Oleson. Albert's fuck buddy ever since he came on the show

I'm Alice Garvey, smashing the window with a convenient baby I happened to come across.

I’m ML’s enormous ears, never to be seen during the entire run of the series.

I’m Michael Landon Landon’s dong that’s visible in his pants in every episode because it’s so huge and he doesn’t wear any underwear.

Cool find r25! I never knew that.

finding out that Lindsay Sydney Greenbush were two people disturbed me as a child. They could have at least billed them as Lindsay and Sydney Greenbush. (and who calls a girl Sydney?)

I'm the constant refrain of the prairie parents to "run along now and finish your chores," "go on now and finish your supper," "settle down now and finish your homework" and "go on up to bed now and get some sleep."

I'm Miss Beadle's bottle of Lemon Verbena!

I'm the cape-wearing carny trying to get into Mary's pantaloons.

I'm Laura's original nose and buck teeth. We disappear around season 5.

Michael Landon's "sexiness" was something that was always lost on me. I would even have fucked Hoss over him.

I'm Mary's burnt dead baby saying:

"Jesus Christ Alice, you goddamned CUNT!! I'm not a human battering ram, ya bitch!!!!

I'm the big, dumb, blond farmer boys Laura and Nelly are always fighting over.

[quote] Michael Landon's "sexiness" was something that was always lost on me. I would even have fucked Hoss over him.

As a kid, I couldn't decide how I felt about "pa." I think he was too much of a daddy for me and I remember being really turned off by his bare chest/nipples.

I believe he is gay! :)

I'm Olga Nordstrom. One of my legs is shorter than the other but Laura becomes my friend when no one else will, and her Pa builds a shoe to help me walk normal. I'm played by Kim Richards, future BH housewife and alcoholic.

We are Blanche and Jane Hudson, Nellie's granddaughters.

I'm Eliza, Almanzo's homely sister. Almanzo doesn't want to marry Laura until I, his spinster sister, settle down with a good man. I meet a receptive man, played by James Cromwell, who seems to like me. I'm sure he's going to marry me and Almanzo and Laura go on with their wedding plans. He asks to see me to tell me something important; I'm sure he's going to propose. But instead he thanks me for teaching him how to dance; it helped his confidence so much it gave him the courage to ask out the woman he was interested in and now they're going to be married! All he wants to do is thank me for helping him not to be so hesitant to ask a woman out. But I pretend to be engaged at least until Laura and Almanzo have their "glorious" wedding day. I am indeed a saint.

I'm one of the hunky extras trying to get a piece of Mary's ass

I'm Manny's blonde bush.

I'm the late 1970s hairstyles on all the boys and men.

R49-LOL. It reminds me of Happy Days. It's supposed to be 1960 and Chachi looks like he's ready to go to the DISCO.

I'm Miss Rachel Peel, and I am here to condemn Mary Ingalls! Jezebel! Jezebel!

I'm the Final Net sprayed on Pa's bouffant.

I'm Doc Baker, and I'm sick of dealing with all the maladies of these crazy people. Mental breakdowns, drug addiction, teen pregnancy...there's never a dull moment.

I'm Melissa Sue Anderson's stunning, icy blue eyes.

I wonder if the casting people deliberately looked for actresses with beautiful eyes to play Mary, in anticipation of the audience gazing at her eyes when she needs to get glasses and eventually goes blind.

I'm the irony of the most gorgeous couple on the show being blind and unable to see each other.

I am Albert. I'm a runaway, a liar, a thief, and a recovering drug addict. I also started the fire that killed Mrs. Garvey and Baby Adam. But all is forgiven because I'm a cute young twink that all the ladies love and the men secretly crush on. Wink wink.

I'm Laura's iridescent grey teeth.

I'm the dictionary Laura received for her birthday. She was so disappointed to get me that she stole Nellie's music box.

And don’t forget, r53 - you usually get paid with chickens!

I'm the Santa Claus costume worn by Hester Sue's father in "A Christmas They Never Forgot". I'm not sure where he found me, as I didn't exist until the 1930's.

[quote]I'm Doc Baker, and I'm sick of dealing with all the maladies of these crazy people. Mental breakdowns, drug addiction, teen pregnancy...there's never a dull moment.

Don't forget, Doc... you have to deal with all that shit and you're not even a proper Doctor... you're a Vet!!!

I’m the nightmares and trauma this show gave countless little kids. Burned up babies, kidnappings, shot horses, frozen children, rabies, mime rapists, gangrenous legs getting cut off, miners getting blown up, infant funerals- there was no end to the horror.

I'm the pair of glasses that start a fire after a wagon loses a wheel.

I'm the bawdy "city" of Wintoka, which the good Christian people of Walnut Grove couldn't hack.

I'm the prostitute who was sent to Charles's hotel room when he was in Chicago for the Grange convention. My scene is usually deleted when the episode is shown on Inspiration Channel or COZI-TV.

I'm the "Last Farewell".

I'm the pretty, nice Irish woman Nels Oleson should have ditched his shrewish wife, bitchy daughter, and doofus son for.

I'm the soap that's smeared on Windows on Halloween.

I'm the yellow hair dye Miss Beadle must have been able to buy at the Mercantile.

I'm the wooden cross Ernest Borgnine (God) made for Laura and ended up falling off into the creek as she scrubbed her ears real good. Eventually floated down stream where Pa found it. Hallelujah!!!!

I'm the outhouse in a tree.

I'm Michael Landon's blatant favoritism for Missy Sue, because she's (of course) The Pretty One. I will grip Melissa Gilbert with blind rage for decades to come.

I’m the ewer for the wash basin.

I'm the Highway to Heaven. Apparently I have an on-ramp in Walnut Grove.

R7, he was a friend of mine, and a wonderful guy.

Allison Arngrim (NELLIE) deserves her low-key gay icon status. Her Confessions of a Prairie Bitch is a great book.

I am Miss Patricia Neal, star of the sad little 2 parter, Remember Me. I am still gorgeous and talented after my stroke.

R75 is correct, that book cannot be recommended enough. Allison is a very under appreciated person.

I'm the dedicated theme music for Mary. I don't play for any of the other characters, and none of the other characters have their own theme music either. You know me when you hear me and that's only when Mary's on the screen.

Are you kidding me? I HATE THAT BITCH!

I'm the jacket Nellie wrote all the test answers inside.

I'm the packet of tissues one needs to get through any number of episodes of this show.

I'm the plot inconsistencies in Albert's life. In the 9th season, we learn from Laura that on the way back to Burr Oak, Charles and Albert checked out some colleges, that Albert decided to go to med school, and that he returned to Walnut Grove several years later to be the town's doctor. But in a 10th season MOW, a terminally ill Albert leaves med school and returns to Walnut Grove to die. Did he die or did he become the town doctor? And if he did survive, wastheir evem a Walnut Grove to return to? Didn't the residents blow it up?

I'm Laura, trying to make quick money in order to buy Reverend Alden a new bible. I'm not very apt at it...

*was there even a Walnut Grove...

I'm Carrie's tiny bladder that has her constantly in the outhouse.

I'm Nels Olesen's "business" trips to Wichita during which he indulges his true nature. What happens in Wichita sta ys in Wichita!

I'm Olga's shoe.

I'm the peppermint sticks, licorice and other treats sold at the mercantile, that no kids can resist.

R39 So true. He was bland.

I'm Pa's bastard son, whom Ma Ingalls never acknowledges.

I'm season 5, the season of racial, religious and lifestyle (but not gay) diversity episodes.

Walnut Grove becomes more, shall we say, colorful.

I'm the annoying, unfunny tramp character played by Ray Bolger of Wizard of Oz Scarecrow fame.

Im the strap the girls use to carry their books to and from school.

I’m also the guy who thanks r92 for that interesting trivia. (Didn’t know that.)

I'm Nancy, the nasty hotel clerk in Los Angeles who extorted $75 from some naive Miami resident who was in town to appear on some silly game show called "Grab That Dough". My great-great grandmother was Eliza Jane Wilder who gave birth to me after having sexual relations with a man she hoped would marry her but didn't. Bitterness followed every woman in my generation, and when the dipstick who told me she was Angie Dickinson attempted to fool me, I just had enough.

DL Queens LOVE ELIZA JANE!

I'm the boil that came to visit ma when everyone else was gone. I almost killed her.

R78, You RULE. I love the dedicated them music for Mary!!

It always made me sad. It's actually a very pretty tune.

I'm the thwarted divorces, property foreclosures, etc. due to the antics and manipulations of precocious prarie children.

[Quote] none of the other characters have their own theme music either.

Asode from Jonathan Edwards, R78. His leitmotif was "Old Dan Tucker."

^ Yes.

And if a character is ethnic, they also have a theme of sorts: Drums for the Indians, a soulful melancholy tune for ex-slave Joe Kagan, gongs and flutes for the "China boys" working on the railroad, orgenetto for the wildly gesturing Italian they meet gold mining, an accordian for the old Jewish wood carver befriended by Albert...

I'm the tragedy that happens every espisode causing people to go blind, die, get raped, crop loss, bankruptcy, plague, and the odd reason that the youngest child is retarded and never fricken grows up.

I'm the same brown pants and suspenders and red check shirt that Willie wears every single day even though the Olesons are among the wealthiest people of the town.

I'm a mermaid.

I'm former "Follies" chorus girl Suzanne Rogers on break from playing Maggie Horton on "Days of Our Lives" and I get to sample a piece of the Nels.

Eat your heart out, Deidre Hall.....

I'm the ogling eyes of obsessed Laura as she watches Pa soap himself up out back for his weekly scrub.

I'm the worst wig in the history of TV that was featured when those brats ruined LITTLE WOMEN. Winona Ryder would never...

I'm the pink and purple paint Albert and Laura used to spruce up "the old Edwards place" for Mary.

I just noticed that part 1 of the bizarre clown rape “Sylvia” episode first aired on NBC the week I was born! 2/10/81!

LMAO, r107!

[quote]r107 ...when those brats ruined LITTLE WOMEN. Winona Ryder would never.

OMG ... even the trailer makes me cry!

I'm Pa, best friend in tow (Garvey or Edwards), riding in at the eleventh hour to save the day.

I'm Jasper the raccoon. I'm not rabid.

I'm a Charles Horse.

Get it?

"Charles" Horse?

I'm the pilot TV movie. I confuse everybody by taking place in Kansas, with no town or townspeople, several encounters with Indians, and an overall bleak and somber tone.

I'm the secret affair between Almanzo and John Carter

I’m Almonzo’s hairy chest with perfectly-sized nipplage.

I'm a podcast devoted to Little House on the Prairie.

I'm Michael Landon's wheezy Woody Woodpecker laugh during some corny, unfunny situation.

I broke six ribs this week.

I guess Caroline will have to do the plowing, once again.

I will be the broth made when Ma did the laundry

We’ll eat like kings!

I'm the corn cob doll...or was that just in the books?

I'm the gratuitous use of the word "butt" in the later seasons.

I'm Harriet Oleson's HUNGRY PUSSY!!!!

FUCK ME NELS, FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m Mr. Garvey’s chest hair sticking out from under his shirt and driving little gay boys wild all across the country.

R123, from what I can recall from the books, the real Ingalls girls had only homemade dolls. The dolls shown in the TV series were often inaccurate, they were modern porcelain dolls, or antique dolls dating from a later date than Mary's, Laura's & Nellie's childhood.

I'm the frequent miscalculations about how much things cost in the 1870s.

I'm the Italian version. I remember seeing this on TV when I lived in Rome in 1980. Although for some reason they changed the name from "Quella Casa Nella Prateria" (that house on the prairie) to "La Casa Nella Prateria" (the house on the prairie.)

I'm streetwise Albert, the homeless city waif adopted by the Ingallses during their unsuccessful stint in Wintoka.

If there's a way to grift or manipulate to raise money for a good cause, I'm the one to think of it.

I'm any number of dire situations that call for Michael Landon as Pa, to charge in and rescue the innocents.

I'm Hester Sue. My storylines were forgettable.

R132 And Hester Sue was promised the opportunity of hosting cabaret nights for Walnut Grove. But Charles hijacked the idea and spent the evenings fiddling with the kids!

I'm Caroline's pussy still pissed at Mary from blocking me from getting that hot, handyman, dick!

I'm The Waltons... I hate Little House!!!!

I am the glycerine tears used by all the child actors.

I'm the host of the podcast r118 mentioned. I speak over all my guests.

I am the corncob in the school outhouse.

R135- I never found ANY of the Walton boys attractive.

I am the old willow tree. Under me is where Willie Oleson took Albert's backdoor cherry. The visited underneath me many times over the years. They never got caught.

I’m the nukes the town folk used to incinerate everything in Walnut Grove.

Let's nuke the tedious sex troll from this thread.

R132-She was the TOKEN NEGRO.

Let us all pray for the sex troll.

I am the men's disco era hairstyles.

I am Oleson's Mercantile. I only sold quality merchandise. We were a family business, we didn't even sell "unmentionables."

I'm Eugene Maurice Orowitz.

Err, I mean, Michael Landon. I made this, and other, wholesome, Christian TV dramas. But, ya know, I'm Jewish. A-HAAAA! Gotcha!

I'm everything that can possibly go wrong at the same time, and Pa still saves the day.

I’m grandpa’s self published book.

I'm the Mad Magazine satire, "Little House Oh, So Dreary."

I'm on of the terrible winter snow storms that the prairie received. I killed a kid; after Miss Beetle released her students just in time to get trapped in a blizzard.

I'm Charlotte Stewart.....how did I get into David Lynch's world after this sweet as shit show??

I'm the same ragtime piano tune repeating itself over and over again, in all the saloons, in all the towns they ever visit.

I'm the weather in Walnut Grove, Minnesota. Most of the time I'm sunny and 80 degrees, except on Christmas when I'm eight feet of snow.

I'm the bright yellow portajohns hidden behind the balsa wood outhouse shell.

I'm "compassion" and "understanding."

Don't worry, children. Mrs. Oleson doesn't know the meaning of those words, either.

I'm fried cornmeal mush for breakfast. (My grandmother actually grew up on this, she was a North Carolina mountain girl).

I'm Michael Landon's prairie crusted underwear.

I’m Michael Landon’s spindly legs that are mercifully covered by big pants.

I'm Missy Francis. I was adopted by the Ingalls and thanked them by becoming a bitchy conservative FOX News "reporter."

R152, she didn't. She was straddling both at the same time. It took years to film "Eraserhead" (1977) and she was on "Little House" during that time.

R115 mentioned the pilot, probably the only time the series would follow the books. It's almost exactly "Little House on the Prairie" chapter by chapter. It's beautiful and so much better than the entire series.

I'm little Kyle Richards. I play Alicia. When I get home tonight, I'll have to perform for mama's new friend, brought home from the Polo Lounge.

I'm Albert's cum rag, hidden under his mattress.

Kyle looks like Portia @ R163

I'm Season 9 and every episode sucks so far.

When do I get to see Albert addicted to Morphine?

R166 I think the morphine addiction was a direct result of clown rape

I am god restoring Jason Bateman to health via lightning striking a stone altar. Possibly the most egregious example of Michael Landon's faith-based stories ... and the worst.

^ Lawd, that was cheesy! Hated that episode.

I'm the side-eye MSA gives to Melissa Gilbert, all day, every day.

mmmm, I'd love to be Ma Ingalls' vagina waiting for Pa.

PAW PAW I'M HORNY !!!! Albert I told you ...after you finish your chores....

I'm the cornball and cheese.

I'm the ho who's sent up to Pa's hotel room in Chicago by the grange conventioneers, while a befuddled Mary looks on.

I'm the melodrama and platitudes.

I'm the udder balm that Harriet Nelson smears on herself while lost in fantasies of shirtless Charles Ingalls.

I'm that Protestant gospel song, "Bringing in the Sheaves," they're always singing in church.

I actually had a dream that Harriet Oleson established the Harriet Oleson Railroad across the blind school property and claimed it as a tax write-off because the tracks served as a barrier to blind kids wandering across the prairie.

I’m the corncob everyone uses for toilet paper.

I’m the scraps of fabric that Ma will stuff in her cunt when she’s “on the rag”.

I'm the convulsions and seizures Albert experiences during Morphine withdrawal (yeah right!) and his Just Say No speech to the schoolchildren at the end of the episode.

I’m “Onward Christian Soldiers” and I get a lot more play than you, r177

[quote]I'm the udder balm that Harriet Nelson smears on herself while lost in fantasies of shirtless Charles Ingalls.

OMG! Do Ricky and David know their mother was a SLUT?

I'm Mr. Edwards suddenly becoming literate in the later seasons.

I am all the apple pie and bake goods that they blew their money on. At least, they started selling them.

I’m Barbara Thorndyke. I was originally known as Grace Edwards, and I adopted Patricia Neal’s orphan kids with a mountain man. However, six years into the marriage I realised he only knew one song, fled to Miami and became an author and anti-Semite.

I am all the good times had dancing around in the dirt listening to Pa's Fiddle.

I'm the fourth Ingalls child, Charles, Jr., and I am DEAD TO YOU!!!!!!

I'm Grace Ingalls.

I existed.

I'm the popcorn Ma and Pa (and later Laura and Almonzo) ate in bed.

I'm the Schmaltz Police.

In real life, the Ingalls starved most of their lives.

And all the girls died of diabetes, even Laura, though she lived such a wrong life.

Sorry, LONG, not "wrong" life.

I'm Mrs. Oleson and Nellie. You know it's about the Ingalls but you love when an episode focuses on us.

My sizemeat is THE sizemeat of the Prairie.

R193 and Carrie was peaked because Ma has malaria when she was pregnant with her. AND Ma was starving when pregnant with Freddie...Pa had to get aid from the state that year because his expectation that they’d eat like kings did not factor in grasshopper plagues

I'm the bear they ate in "Little House in the Big Woods" which they didn't even have the decency to put in the series.

I'm the few pennies Harriet reluctantly agrees to pay Caroline for her basket of brown eggs.

[quote]basket of brown eggs.

Wuz dey rotten?

I'm the German family that the congregation called illiterate, but no, we were just German.

I would have licked Landon’s asshole clean 😋

I am those steel lunch buckets that would be high regarded on Antiques Roadshow. And you know those Ingalls' girls smashed into those richer and mean girls' heads on the way to their single class school.

r89, I'm Albert Ingalls, nee Quinn. I did not exist.

Sorry, I meant r189.

I'm Kevin Hagen. No, I'm Dabbs Greer.

Hi, I'm Jim Morrison.

I fucked Miss Beedle.

Here's me and Miss Beedle. This was just before I left for Paris so please pardon my appearance.

If I can’t be Nellie Olsen I’m taking my dolls and leaving in a huff!

LOL! R35

You just go right ahead R209, see if WE care!

I'm Shonda Rhimes watching this honkey crap as a kid, determined to write strong black parts in the future.

Little House Albert's on Morphine

I'm Melissa Sue Anderson's real-life healthy eyes that grow frustrated and bitter because they aren't allowed to be actually "used" anymore, because of ML's edict to make Mary's character become blind!

r214-That's what happened to the REAL Mary Ingalls in real life.

I'm the school bell and the children feel it is an honor to pull my rope! (There wasn't much in the way of entertainment back in those days.)

I am the male replacement teacher who develops a seething, unrelenting hatred for that wicked little phony, the one they call "half-pint". I attempt to take a switch to lil Laura's palm when I look up to see Pa Ingalls standing there.

I'm the childhood fever that later caused Mary to go blind.

I’m all the straight teenaged boys watching Welcome Back Kotter instead. Tomorrow morning in school we will all be talking about last nights Kotter ep and all the gay boys who watched Little House will be quietly craving us.

I'm Pa Ingalls' tears when he told Mary that she was going blind.

Of course Charles' chest is hairless. No good, God-fearing Christian man has hair on his chest!

I'm hero township.

I am the seed of Melissa Gilbert's inexplicable and deep-seated sense of anger and bitterness that will continue to grow over decades and that is reflected in her very off-putting personality.

Hi, I'm Jimmy McNichol, Kristy's younger brother. Michael Landon fired me for goofing off too much in between takes.

I'm the tears Melissa Gilbert cried on the day she had to confess to Michael Landon that she hadn't memorized her lines for a particular scene.

I'm a magnificent midwestern town.

I prefer to be referred to as a Venetian blonde, R69. Chamomile paste is my secret. Shhhhhhh!

Jimmy McNichol is Kristy’s older brother.

I'm the cheap star Christmas tree topper that fucktard Carrie stole from the Mercantile.

Was Carrie supposed to be retarded? Shouldn't the character have been early 20's by the time the show folded?

Wow, looking @R6, I see Carrie was perfect casting because that one looks like a mouth-breather

I'm the sleeping loft for the children, placed right above the marital bed. I both fascinate and frighten.

I'm the description of Mary's character on Wikipedia.

I am longer than than all of the other characters' descriptions, combined.

I’m the shit stain in Mr. Edwards onesie.

I'm every place being miles apart, yet it only takes a few minutes to get there on foot or horseback.

I'm CAROLINE Ingalls, the wife of Charles Ingalls, mother of Mary, Laura, Carrie, Charles Frederick, and Grace Ingalls.

I don't know who this Carolyn woman was who Michael Landon was married to.

I'm Nels Olsen, hiding in the root cellar with a pair of Nancy's bloomers.

I'm snow.

You never see the prairie kids walking to school in me.

I’m the red hot knife Ma uses in her very special infected leg episode.

I’m the ghost of Michael Landon’s twisted imagination. Down here in Hellywood, I just pitched Nancy Drew: Willing Opium Concubine.

I'm Kezia, and I live in the basement of a burnt out building that appeared in town out of nowhere. My granddaughter worked for Mr. Banks in London and her granddaughter worked for Maude Findlay in Tuckahoe.