Join me for a little lunch. Or something. Sometimes.
Rediscovering small town Minnesota.
It’s the town that welcomes you with a smile, and a cinnamon roll at Charlie’s Cafe.
Some things change, some stay the same.
I’d forgotten about hat hair.
Lake Osakis wore a black vail of birdlife – a coating of coots.
How is it that I never knew about fairy crosses, even though you can find them on the banks of the Blanchard Dam?
We pay good money to watch horror movies, when all we have to do is step outside.
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!
