Ancestor Soup

When I bought this Bible from an historical society years and years ago, I assumed it was probably not the Bible of my ancestor Catharine ...

Sharing a Slice of Life There are no finer memories than spending the night at Grandma’s house.  She had things we didn’t at home… like tr...

Finally, the long-awaited Road Trip.  Even though it was just a day trip, it felt so good to get out of town and go tromping through the cem...

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...