Getting Across the Lake

Back in the 1960’s, my grandparents would vacation every summer in the little town of Three Lakes.  They stayed at the same resort each time.  Pine Isle on Medicine Lake, faced east.  At sunset one evening, my grandmother noticed a row of cabins on the other side of the lake, whose windows glowed with beautifulContinue reading “Getting Across the Lake”

Come for the Coffee, Stay for the Blueberry Pie

Grandma Esther always had a way of making everyone around her table feel like they were part of the family.  There always seemed to be a crowd in her kitchen…people just “dropping by.” Even the mailman would come in for a cup of coffee. One Thanksgiving in her home, I was so full; I knewContinue reading “Come for the Coffee, Stay for the Blueberry Pie”