Sunday, September 25, 2016

Spending a night in Spooner

For a dozen years now John and I have been making our fall journey to northern Wisconsin, visiting all the haunts of my childhood. It seems that every time we go I meet someone I haven't seen in decades. Here I am with a childhood friend Ernestine Hoyt. I've stopped each year at the resort where she and her family lived, but this was the first time I saw a vehicle. She recognized me in an instant. It was like old times. Below is the little house where my grandparents lived in Spooner on the Yellow River. I remember many Sunday dinners there, all of us packed in around the table.