Ancestor Soup

It started out seeming like a bit of a sad story - but I had no idea just how sad it would turn out to be. I was transcribing a pile of ne...

Subtitled: “If you don’t like my driving, stay off the sidewalk.” I guess no matter what generation you belong to, as teenagers, we all fe...

Scan the front page.  Flip it.  Scan the back page.  Put it back in the binder and take the next page out.  Repeat.  I am up to Scan #245, ...

I don’t usually blog about my food.  But anytime lefse is made, eaten, or even passes through my mind, I think of my ancestors – I...

Nestled between cornfields southwest of Freeport, Illinois, sits a lasting reminder that Harriet Van Brocklin was there, and that she had f...

Pictured here are my great grandmother, Virta Knutz, with her boys, Willie, 7, and Howard, 5, about 1918.  They lived on this place, east ...

The old farmer, my great-grandfather, Will Knutz, surveys the landscape after a hard days’ work on his farm in Clyde township, Beadle Count...