Day #338: Old School Rice Lake
Avid history hunter-gatherer that I am, I am grateful to the archivists and historians who maintain Facebook groups for my communities, Old School Rice Lake
Avid history hunter-gatherer that I am, I am grateful to the archivists and historians who maintain Facebook groups for my communities, Old School Rice Lake
I am grateful for happenstance. Don’t you find it amazing that a bunch of things find a confluence and magically appear in your life? Today,
Fall color. Driving through northwestern Wisconsin, we saw soothingly quiet glades, bursts of brilliance, nature’s paintings, water tumbling over rocks, and lakeside picnic tables just
Oh, the paths we walked together, first you leading me, then me leading you. You were the best mother for me and I love you
Yes, you read that correctly. I truly love Limburger cheese. My husband wishes this were not the käse (inside joke). There is only one cheese
When I was young, my grandfather would coax us all into the car after the Fourth of July to hunt for blueberries. He had a
I will always be thankful for my roots in Rice Lake, Wisconsin. I was born there, I lived there until I was seven, and I