Join me for a little lunch. Or something. Sometimes.
If you feel you should say something, or don’t know what to say, just say this.
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.
We listened to the rustle of grasses, the leaves in the trees, the distant traffic. But after a few days I realised there was no birdsong.
May we cherish those we love, and remember those with whom we’ve shared happy winter times.
Mannequins are freaky and sometimes disturbing. I see them everywhere and can’t help photographing them.
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.
What a clever quirky Minnesotan Prince was. Lest we forget.
Let in, let out, let go, let be.
We live in media-rich times, but streaming services don’t compare to summer nights at the 10-Hi.
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!
