Join me for a little lunch. Or something. Sometimes.
Let’s celebrate our loony ways. Oh ja!
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.
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.
All Soul’s Day on November 2 is also known as Commemoration of All the Faithful Departed, or The Day of the Dead.
All I can say is that times have changed in Minnesota.
We all have our ways when it comes to Halloween candy.
May 27 is a good day to spend at cemeteries, tidying the graves of veterans and other loved ones, and sharing family stories.
There were no bad bunnies in Stearns County.
It’s not easy to find a fairy cross rock.
I didn’t bake a single cookie in December. Not one.
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!
