Join me for a little lunch. Or something. Sometimes.
No one ever fought over the ribbon candy. But when I crumbled its sugary bones between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, I found it good.
We were always happy with pancakes straight from Mom’s pan, not too thick or too thin, drizzled with some homemade jam or jelly or sugar or maple syrup from the Piggly Wiggly.
What a clever quirky Minnesotan Prince was. Lest we forget.
I’m not a fan of Thanksgiving. I wish I was more like Cousin Lois and could see the holiday as an opportunity for reflection, food, and fun.
She was young, 23 or 24. I told her things would get better. That a new start and making new friends in a new place takes time.
All Soul’s Day on November 2 is also known as Commemoration of All the Faithful Departed, or The Day of the Dead.
It’s Halloween, with snow falling in Stearns County. Almost All Soul’s Day. Time for a ghost story. A true story, which I retell more than half a century later.
We all have our ways when it comes to Halloween candy.
When my sister turned 70 she wanted to shake things up. Have adventures. So she took up dumpster diving.
Stearns County is preparing for its 24th annual Lake Wobegon Trail Caramel Roll, Lady Slipper, and Caramel Apple bike rides.
Lena and Mina were my grandmothers – Stearns County, Minnesota women who grew up and raised families in small towns around the Lake Wobegon Trail. Born in the USA, they spoke German and had German accents. As did my parents, who spoke only German until they went to school. As do some of my cousins, who have never lived anywhere but Stearns County. We’re quirky folks, like those in Garrison Keillor’s fictional Stearns town of Lake Wobegon. I’m Laurie Hilsgen, and if you’re reading this, you might be Wobegonian, too. Let’s celebrate our loony ways. Oh ja!
