Mom’s Cinnamon Rolls

From my vantage point under the table, I could see that one lady was wearing black stockings.  Thick black stockings.  It was a winter afternoon, so some of the other ladies probably were wearing stockings as well, but I remember only the black ones. Not that I had a fetish for black stockings, but the…
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Gus Gauch’s Macaroni And Cheese

Gus Gauch was a farmer who lived down the road from us in the country. He was also one of the two best fly fishermen on the Namakagon River north of Hayward. When I was eight years old, Gus talked my mother into letting him teach me how to fly fish for trout.  She was…
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Pork Pot Roast

Snow banks were a lot higher when I walked to kindergarten in Hayward than they are today in New Richmond. I remember that they were taller than I was. Of course, I was only about four feet tall, which might help explain my vivid memories of walking down canyons on the way to school. Winters…
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Grandma Rang’s Boiled Raisin Cake

My formal education began with all-day kindergarten in Hayward, Wisconsin, and continued through first grade in the same old building. After being shown the way a couple of times by my mother I walked the mile by myself and enjoyed the trip immensely. I cannot remember one bad walk. When I was seven years old…
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