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The latest from Our Little House in the Big Woods
- Until we meet again, my friends…
- 100% Backwoods Yooper
- Itching relentlessly
- Jagged ice fields of Lake Superior
- Sprinkling petals atop snow
- Where the heck ARE you, anyway?
- Battened down, eating sweet squash pie & not blogging much
- One bright magical shining leaf that was known as Camelot
- Wolf, waves, coyotes, rain, wine, goose, friends.
- The grandkittens grow up into grandcats
Read, read, read…months and months of photos and words…
Tag Archives: memories
Last week Barry and I drove to a Baraga-Ontonagon high school basketball tournament, about an hour from where we live. We found ourselves ‘way back in the Upper Peninsula (Yooper) backwoods, re-living a family memory from the early 1980’s. Barry … Continue reading
Perhaps some of you might be surprised to know that my love of Lake Superior birthed on the shores of Lake Huron. Shall I share about my first love down in lower Michigan, that long arm of the Great Lakes reaching … Continue reading
Last Tuesday morning, just before Barry and I drove to Marquette for a lovely pre-Valentines Day weekend getaway, my mom emailed. The Dodge Garage building, owned by my mother, in my hometown of Yale in the Thumb of Michigan, was … Continue reading
Dear Mom, It is so wonderful to be at Fort Myers Beach celebrating your 81st birthday with you! As we said this morning while shelling and birding along the beach, “It doesn’t get much better than this…” Spending these days … Continue reading
Do you remember waiting for your date to arrive back in high school? How you paced, how you fretted, how you secretly feared? Do you remember waiting for your child, your sixteen year old, fresh with driver’s license in wallet, … Continue reading
Thirty-five years ago the bridesmaids wore yellow. A hot yellow sun oven-baked the Methodist church on September 9th, 1978. We sweltered. We sweated. (OK, maybe it rained. Maybe the bridesmaids wore baby blue and maybe we married in the Presbyterian … Continue reading