A tablecloth that was a sleeping beauty for 125 years

During my visit to Germany in December 2019, my mother and I cleared out my uncle’s utterly cluttered apartment.  One of the treasures we found was a roll of handwoven linen. It had been woven by my maternal great-grandmother Luise, most likely during the first years of her marriage in the late 1890s or early 1900s before she had her hands full with four children (the youngest being my grandfather) and feeding the farmhands and grain mill workers at the family operations every day. Continue reading

The bee’s knees: Saying good-bye to a wonderful neighbor

Woody, our previous dog, with one of the crabapple trees Larry helped to plant during a snowstorm in April 1989.

Since 2018, I have kept a list of my favorite destinations for locally grown food on this blog. It is much more than just a list of family-owned businesses and shops; there are names, faces, and stories attached to each of them. I know the owners by name and they know my name. Continue reading