In its issue of Dec. 15, 1952, LIFE magazine ran a 12-page essay about life on the American prairie. “It’s loneliness and awesome immensity shape a distinctive way of American life,” declared the headline.

But these prairie communities that LIFE reported on were notably changed from the world that had been celebrated in the beloved books of Laura Ingalls Wilder. True, the prairie was still rural and isolated, especially compared to the cities and the burgeoning suburbs of the 1950s. But change was starting to come, in ways that were largely welcome to those prairie residents. Life wasn’t quite so lonely or difficult as it had been:

The winds of modernity have tempered the hard life the homesteaders led when they came to plow up the buffalo grass. The long fingers of the rail lines and the black-tops have brought people together, and the prosperity from wheat, cattle, and the riches under the soil have given them daily comfort and time for travel. But with all the surface changes, the essential character of life on the prairie has not changed. It is still living shaped by the prairie’s vastness, and in no other part of the world is there a way of life comparable to it.”

In other words, this LIFE essay captured the prairie in its sweet spot. Some of the hardest edges of frontier life had been softened, without trampling over its special character. The photo essay captures so many wonderful details of life in rural Kansas in that era—like the newspapers that were delivered by airplane to the homes that were spaced out too far apart for a conventional paper route.

For all the talk of lonely open spaces, many of the beautiful photographs taken by Howard Sochurek in the small towns of Kansas centered on moments of community. As LIFE wrote, “The rhythm of the square dance, the recitation of the youngster, a box supper for the parents of the school children—these are some of the things that dispel the loneliness of the prairie. Many years ago a man’s neighbor was a remote and distant figure. Now the prairie people come from miles around to go calling or to go into town for the simplest forms of social life.”

Maybe the most fun picture in this whole set is of the dance attendees going to bed in cots. They were sleeping at the community center rather than make the long ride home at night. A big sliumber party for adults and kids alike—it sounds like a good time, right?

The announcement of a party at the community center in Pawnee Acre, Kansas, 1952.

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For this prairie social event, many of the attendees came by plane, 1952.

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This baby slept while Pawnee Acre members spruced up the building for a party, 1952.

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A luncheon at the Pawnee Acre community center.

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A luncheon at the Pawnee Acre community center.

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A square dance in Dighton, Kansas, 1952.

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A dance in Dighton, Kansas, 1952.

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The Pawnee Acre community building during a Wednesday night social, 1952.

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Community members transformed the dance hall into a dormitory after a dance, Kansas, 1952.

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A man and his dog walk the Kansas prairie, 1952.

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A farmer drove twin tractors lashed together, a common prairie practice that allowed for a doubled workload, Kansas, 1952.

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The Richfield baseball club, Kansas, 1952.

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A mother drove her child for a violin lesson, 1952.

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The Kansas prairie, 1952.

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Inside an insurance office in Cimmaron, Kansas, company president F.C. Walker met with a policy holder, 1952.

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Newspapers were delivered by plane because of the vast distances between farms in Kansas, 1952.

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School entertainment in Richfield, Kansas, 1952.

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A Halloween party at the Pawnee Acre community center in Kansas, 1952.

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A schoolboy went through a recitation while his teacher stood ready to prompt him, Kansas, 1952.

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An eight-year-old boy took the wheel of a farm truck, Kansas, 1952.

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Ruben Crist, a cattle and wheat farmer, looked out over his 12,500 acres, Kansas, 1952.

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A Prohibitionist road sign near Richfield, Kansas, 1952.

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A sign tallied church contributions in Lydia, Kansas, 1952.

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Mrs. John Grusing, a mother of thirteen who first came to the prairie in 1908, taught Sunday school in Lydia, Kansas, 1952.

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Prairie life in Kansas, 1952.

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A tumbleweed blew into the door of a deserted prairie home, Irvington, Kansas, 1952.

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The eyes of a farmer, Gus Dumler, show the reflection of a tractor, the prairie, and the ruined courthouse of the ghost town of Ravana, Kansas, 1952.

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