Beaver Creek. Go to the stop sign you see at the end of this road. Turn left, drive 1/4 mile and there’s my house.
This little creek LOVES to flood. It thinks it is too small to do much damage but OH the people who have trouble getting out of the area…..A couple years ago the water was up to where I am standing taking this photo. But it’s a well constructed bridge. NO damage even tho this creek can really move.
This photo is that same creek. It’s banks are the far water, just a narrow ribbon usually, that you can see along the tall bank. (The first two photos are to the left 1/4 mile.)
Little bugger likes to flood every spring. . . Naughty little creek. (There’s a book idea for you Mike!)
Supper Wednesday night with Gary and his mom. I like her. She’s so fun. She’s coming to the party Gary and I are hosting at his house on the 11th of May. This could get interesting. Wine will be flowing. I think it will be a good time.
Because she loves it so much and I am her friend (even WITH my enamel pin collections) I am willing to check it out……
*This stat will change soon.
Yes. Big fat snowflakes reduced visibility on the highway to about 1/4 mile or less. But what was so beautiful was driving home on Saturday morning through an area they call ‘the Arches’. Those big fat snowflakes just seemed to hang in the air and it was GORGEOUS! So pretty. I wish a photo would have come out. But all I could get was what is on my windscreen before I left Gary’s.
Oh, and I hear this is the final episode of GOT…
And since Disney now owns the rights to RHPS, Tim Curry is now a Disney Princess……
The hill between Onalaska and West Salem is more than just a geographic landmark. It’s the place where Nathan Smith, a former slave and foster father of the first black man to run for president, found freedom and made his home for more than four decades.
Born in 1820 in Tennessee, Smith and his wife, Sarah, escaped to freedom via the Underground Railroad, making the difficult decision to leave a young child behind so they could make the dangerous journey undetected. Along the way, they met Union soldiers under the command of Maj. Gen. Cadwallader Washburn, who made his home in La Crosse and would become the 11th governor of Wisconsin in 1872.
Washburn befriended Smith and brought him into his employment. The nature of the work is unclear, with some saying that Smith served as Washburn’s bodyguard, valet or “horse boy,” but Washburn eventually invited Smith back to La Crosse and helped him find between 40 and 80 acres of land for his farm.
The Smiths first home was on the east side of the hill, near what is now the Hidden Trails Corn Maze. They later moved to the west side of the hill.
Smith was reportedly well liked in the community and a natural leader, hosting prayer gatherings and entertaining visitors with his singing and banjo playing. He and his wife had no children of their own, but they fostered a number of children, both black and white, the most famous of whom was George Taylor, who went on to become a journalist, newspaper publisher and the first black man to run for president in 1904.
Smith’s legacy is tarnished by his reported role in the lynching of Nathaniel “Scotty” Mitchell, who shot Frank Burton, the head of the local Republican Party, at a parade in October 1884. Smith, who was a friend of Burton’s, led a dozen men to storm the La Crosse County Jail. They bashed down the door, dragged Mitchell out and hanged him from a nearby tree.
Smith died in 1905 and is buried in the Hamilton Cemetery. He was 85.
I’ve driven over this hill so many times and never knew the history! This is cool to know!!
57* on the Police/Post Office building on the west end of town.
I just laughed. I’m glad those things are so accurate!! Or else it was really heating up FAST outside!!
Gary and I had a great weekend in Milwaukee/Madison. We even got to go to a Half Priced Books!! I was in heaven. Got some cool cards, blank note cards, some post cards and a book on Tuscany.
I met his sister S on Saturday along with her son and his family. FUN and FUNNY. We sat outside in some gorgeous weather and laughed all afternoon!! Then we went back to Madison and I went swimming in the bathtub pool.
Man that thing was small. Three strokes and I was already hitting my head across to the other side. Then as we were getting in, a family with like 5 kids and 4 adults came in too. *sigh*
Sunday morning, we met Gary’s oldest daughter for breakfast at a place called Egg & I. Wow…food was SOOOOOOOOO good. It was an excellent weekend. We laughed and enjoyed the whole time.
Who can ask for more?
❛If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.❜ ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero
Three years ago today. My mind is thinking back on that day. And it’s just mush. SO many people there. The venue was not big enough. I talked to so many. Nick and I did not get to say thank you in front of everyone because they kept pulling him outside. What a day.
Overwhelming. Just overwhelming …… is the only word I can think of for the love and support Nick and I rec’d on Saturday. Hundreds of people came to be there for Nick and for me. Nick and I hugged SO many of you!! It was just WONDERFUL!! We were both so happy to see each of you there to support his cause.
Nick says he has NOT felt THAT good in 5 months.
A comment from a dear friend: “I think it was great and the positive energy in the room had to give Nick some extra reserves to keep fighting the good fight. He had a beautiful smile radiating on his face during the benefit. When Nick and you were dancing it was beautiful and gave everyone pause to appreciate today and be loving in their actions.”