Wednesday, July 19
I’m posting the images day by day, beginning with this post, Wednesday, July 19. Door County is so deeply embedded in my psyche that my roots there enabled me to travel all over the world, knowing I’d always have a place to come home to.
My parents bought land with 3 friends (amounting to 40 acres) in 1940, planning to go off the grid and live on a self-sustaining art commune. We ended up with the land and build our own little house on the prairie there, complete with kerosene stove and lights, wash water collected off the roof into tanks, and drinking water and ice that we carried. I learned to ride a horse at four, got on the barter system with the stables by the age of six, and was able to go about independently without my mom driving me.
My parents built a lovely permanent home there in 1968 and retired to it in 1973. By the mid-’80s their health problems dictated that they move into a retirement community and we had to sell the land.
This trip I stayed with Sharen and Jack Young, who live on the bluff just across the Juddville Road from our land. I met Sharen when I was 13 and she was 16, and we loved to freefall out of the hayloft in her parents’ barn, sitting on a knotted rope that swung way out and up through the barn door. It was like flying!
To get there I had to fly from La Guardia to Minneapolis; sit for an hour and a half; then fly to Green Bay. Then I rented a car and drove 60 miles to Juddville, arriving just as the sun set.
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