Finishing the story…

Final details so the story doesn’t get set down wrong: Aunt Esther had heart problems but she didn’t die of them, she died of pneumonia at the age of 35. Her husband’s name was Simeon Rocheleau and he was French Canadian. He was a barber like his brother-in-law, not a salesman. He had a barberContinueContinue reading “Finishing the story…”

Aunt Esther’s Syrup Pitcher

A family story to celebrate the season. This is a picture of my Great-Great-Aunt-Esther’s syrup pitcher. We get it out on special occasions, like Christmas Eve breakfast. Aunt Esther is my mother’s (Diane) mother’s (Elaine) mother’s (Lucy) sister (Esther). Lucy and Esther’s mother was Allie (My Great-Great-Grandmother). Aunt Esther married a Catholic. This was aContinueContinue reading “Aunt Esther’s Syrup Pitcher”

Lousy Milwaukee Beer

Hubby is from Milwaukee. Beer. Laverne and Shirley. Harleys. Beer. He’s from Milwaukee. Milwaukee cares seriously about their beer. I mean, beer matters over there. This is totally foreign to my experience. I don’t particularly like beer and I don’t care about beer. I smile politely when Hubby’s friends and family get on the topicContinueContinue reading “Lousy Milwaukee Beer”

All Out for Christmas

We give Christmas cookie tins and treat bags to, well, everyone. Everyone we like. Everyone who admired them from afar last year (my ego is easily manipulated). Everyone who earns them like the nice guys in facilities at work who keep our building functioning (they get one of the BIG tins). The guy who ownsContinueContinue reading “All Out for Christmas”