Pre-Spring
The Baby Sapling Years: The 1950's
. . . the young tree grows . . . and waits . . . and dreams:
. . . "What will my leaves look like? What fruits will I bear?" . . .
. . . and begins soaking up the warming rays of Sun . . .
Lisa
Pre-Spring
The Baby Sapling Years: The 1950's
. . . the young tree grows . . . and waits . . . and dreams:
. . . "What will my leaves look like? What fruits will I bear?" .
. .
. . . and begins soaking up the warming rays of Sun . . .
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Starting from the Start: Growing Up in the Midwest
I was born in 1952 in Minnesota into a family of (eventually)
5 children - - 2nd child and oldest girl, with 3 more girls to come.
Lisa, age 1, & Chris, age 2. 1953
In the 1950's, our
family lived in Minnesota and Wisconsin.
On the edge of a small town in Wisconsin on the Mississippi River,
the commercial hub for a dairy farming community. My brother Chris and I walked to the town's small school of grades
1 - 12.
Our country neighbor friends walked to their one-room schoolhouse of a dozen or so students. The dairy farming
neighbors belonged to different church congregations, but the school was their point of commonality, the neighborhood's
social hub where birthday and holiday celebrations took place. At these times, one of the mothers would make cupcakes,
and toward the end of the school day, the parents (including fathers) took a break from their farm work. They bundled
up the younger kids, the grandparents, and whoever was visiting, and everyone in the neighborhood would converge
on the schoolhouse for the party. When school consolidation of the 1960's set in, the country neighborhood kids
went to school in town, and the neighbors of different church congregations didn't see much of each other very
much anymore.