Join me for a little lunch. Or something. Sometimes.
None of it was perfect, but what is?
We live in media-rich times, but streaming services don’t compare to summer nights at the 10-Hi.
May 27 is a good day to spend at cemeteries, tidying the graves of veterans and other loved ones, and sharing family stories.
Lois Thielen, the famous Minnesota baker, is making rhubarb crunch this week. With her recipe, we all can.
We didn’t have jewels in our family but we had buttons. And Verne Gagne.
Artist, architect, musician, journalist, poet, naturalist, medieval calligrapher, granite artisan, historian. His friends called him Glanny.
I’d forgotten about hat hair.
May we cherish those we love, and remember those with whom we’ve shared happy winter times.
When you have many children, it’s easy to forget one at Christmas. It hurts if you’re the forgotten one.
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.
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!
