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.
The truth is out there about the jar of pickles on the side of the road near Des Peres, Missouri.
Meh to the stiletto.
How is it that I never knew about fairy crosses, even though you can find them on the banks of the Blanchard Dam?
Clothing for all weathers is essential in Minnesota. Parkas, mittens, sweaters, boots. Plus boogers in the shoulder seasons.
It’s a word used across the United States and even internationally, but maybe not as comprehensively as in Stearns County, Minnesota.
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!
