Finding the Nuts in the Tree

A few days ago, I was contacted by a man named Timothy Widgren who was researching his family tree. Timothy wrote, “With a name like Widgren, we have to be related!” And he was right. Second cousins, it turns out. What struck me is that a second cousin is a pretty close relation. Our grandfathers were brothers and yet we had never heard of each other until Timothy stumbled upon this site, introduced himself, and sparked in me my own quest for family knowledge.  So here I am, digging. I’m poking and prodding around the past like it’s the kitchen junk drawer and I’m curious about what’s tucked all the way in the back. I’m pulling out bits and pieces to examine as I work my way backwards in time, perhaps skipping around a bit as some shiny object of history distracts me momentarily. I’m starting my journey back with … Continue reading…

Project 52.44 – The Ol’ Girl

A few weeks ago, my cousin Virgil pointed out that I haven’t shown too many exterior shots of the barn. Of course, I live to serve, but it’s too easy to go outside, snap a photo, and be done. What is more marvelous is the before-and-after transformation of this place. Mike’s mom, Sherry, was kind enough to dig out some old photos (many, many thanks to her for that!) but, unfortunately, all photos of the barn in its original 1940’s glory were lost in a house fire. The photos below start at about 20 years ago (judging from the length of Mike’s hair!).   And, the “after” shots, the transformation from a slice of Americana to a vibrant and well loved living space. The family members who knew this barn back in its heyday (or, perhaps, its “hay days”) say “she ain’t what she used to be.”  Yes and no. … Continue reading…

Project 52.5 – I’m Adopted!

Moose and Misty

It’s not what you think. In fact, this post has nothing to do with parents. Since “home” is as much about family and the people we spend our time with as it is about a place or a feeling, I thought I’d introduce the two that adopted me into the family almost immediately upon meeting. I’m not talking about Mike and Scout (sorry guys, I’ll get to you in a later post!). I’m talking about the ones that accepted me into their home after just a few days, a slew of kind words and caresses, and a handful of bonding walks around the property. Yes, I’m talking about Mike’s dogs. These two have done more to make me feel at home out here in the country than I can possibly put into words. When I first met them, it was June and Misty had recently rolled in something dead. That … Continue reading…