We pulled into Sunshower Farm in Soquel, (not to be confused with SoCal), on Thursday afternoon. Amy was there to greet us, Blakey came an hour later. Sunshower Farm is a property that Ellen’s brother Tim and his then wife Sue bought and built about 25 years ago. Molly, their daughter was born and raised […]
Family
Barbara, Hyla, and Al
We went to Eugene, Oregon to see Barbara, Hyla, and Alfonso. Barbara is a cousin. By pure coincidence, another cousin, Susan, was visiting from Hawaii. Ellen hadn’t seen her since childhood. I first met Barbara and Hyla when they visited us in Linden Hills several years ago. We pulled up fairly late on Saturday. It […]
Door County in the Autumn
We went over to Door County to see my mom and to enjoy the fall colors. The drive over was nice, we many trees in full bloom. We had a killing frost Saturday night, so it probably pushed the remaining straggling trees over the edge. We got there on Wednesday in time to attend the […]
Roots
On the way back from the memorial/reunion in Kentucky (Ellen’s family), we decided to spend the night in Baraboo, Wisconsin (my family). My grandparents Donahue were born and raised in this general area. Baraboo First things first. We drove up to West Street to see the Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Back in the day, the […]
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Poet’s Nest
A few days ago Ellen and I travelled over to Door County to see my poet mother, Barbara Larsen, read from her latest book Poet’s Nest. The Ephraim, Wisconsin Unitarian Community holds a monthly Emily Dickinson night in which a local poet is featured. There is also an open microphone in which poet’s read their […]
George Larsen
This is a poem that my mom read when we buried dad’s ashes at the Rowley’s Bay cemetery. In this so certain falling of the year I fear a time to come when all I am will be a breath in every breeze that falls upon those now unborn whispering in an ear […]
Walter and Blanche
This is the poem my mom read when we buried Grandma and Grandpa’s ashes at the Rowley’s Bay Cemetery. It is from mom’s book Pine Ridge Memories, and is based on her parents. Blanche Cushman Casey Her footsteps, smallest movements, sound too loud in the silent house. Searching for his presence, she finds faint […]
Rowley’s Bay Cemetery
Last Wednesday we interred my dad’s and my grandma and grandpa Donahue’s ashes in the Rowley’s Bay Cemetery. It is a charming country cemetery run by the Liberty Grove Township. Mom and dad got the plot a while ago, and the stones have been waiting patiently. There is one stone for my parents and another […]
The Deck
My family has always valued sunsets. It was, therefore, not surprising when, 50 years ago, we opted for a parcel of land on Beach Road on the bluff overlooking Green Bay. The spot allowed excellent sunset viewing. When eventually a house was put on the plot, a bay-facing deck featured prominently. This has been a […]