Sunday, August 28, 2016

US-89. Intermission. "Working From Illinois"


July 16th, 2016.  Roscoe, Illinois. 

I spend almost the next 2 weeks working from Illinois. On Saturday I meet up with a former employee and my good friend Kimmie. I suggested we met in Galena Illinois, as she was coming from Iowa. We did a quick tour of US Grants former home and then went down town to grab a bite to eat in downtown Galena. 

On the way back home I take a detour to Freeport, Ill and I decide to pay my respects to past relatives. I have a hard time finding the cemetery where they all are.  I finally find the cemetery but could not find the relatives graves. This is scary considering I used to take my grandma here all the time.  

Accepting defeat, and acknowledging that I need to figure out where they are all buried,  I drive back home through downtown Freeport. Turning a corner I ran smack into “Union Dairy”.  I used to take grandma here when we came to Freeport to visit the relatives.  When grandma was younger, she use to come her here all the time.  Unfortunately the ice cream was just too rich for her on the last trip and she got sick. The dairy was celebrating their 100th anniversary.  That means that grandma would have been 23 when they first opened. Grandma was born in 1893.

On Sunday I decide to go to Lake Geneva, WI for the mail boat ride, which I just love to take when ever I can. Unfortunately, nobody else in my family has the same feeling for the boat ride. I get to lake Geneva and find that the gale force winds are just too much for me. The mail boat is running but I was not going to be on it.  I wave goodby to the boat as it boards passengers.

I love Lake Geneva. I have been coming her since I was born. You can see pictures of me standing in the lake in my underwear eating an ice cream cone. One time as a teenager I was standing on the main street corner with Grandma and she points to a building a few feet away and says “That used to be a speak easy, and I used to go in by sliding down a coal chute". 

I just had to share the grandma story with someone, so I walked up to a man leaning against the building banging on his iPhone and tell him the story.  He loved it and smiled. Satisfied, I just walk away. 

The relatives used to come up to the pier for dances, back in the day. Not sure if dances are still going on at the pier. Love to go some time. 

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