I meant to post this last week, but a nasty stomach flu knocked me out of action for several days. On to the blog... On my last visit to La Crosse (Wisconsin), I went to a bar called Players with a couple of long-time friends. Players is neither flashy nor unpleasant, sort of a working
When I visited with the Prairie du Chien (Wisconsin) Chamber of Commerce last week, I learned that the old courthouse has a jail/prison/dungeon in the basement that is sometimes open for tours. I got the name of a contact in the local historical society who had led tours in the past. I called, but he
When I think of turtles, which is usually only when I see one flattened on the blacktop of a back road, I don’t usually think of them as food (although I do think of them as dinner plates). Wednesday night, though, fried turtle was one of the specials at Schultzie’s Supper Club in Dickeyville, Wisconsin, so,
Cyrus Hill; Revolutionary War veteran I have an unnatural interest in graveyards, I suppose. When I was a more active genealogist a few years ago, trips to cemeteries were just part of the routine. While I always hoped that the next cemetery would be the one with critical clues to open up a new generation
When I think of cranberries I think of New England. Maybe you think of Thanksgiving or scones or how they taste with a little vodka, but I think of New England. Now I’m going to start thinking of Wisconsin. You may think of Wisconsin as the dairy state (and the place where you don't need
Wisconsin grows more cranberries than any other place. This being Wisconsin, some of them end up in cheese and beer. Here's a few photos from the largest cranberry-related festival in the state, CranFest in Warrens.
