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Streets of Hatchet Creek, Day 14

Out and about one day last week, I asked my husband to drop me and the dog off in town so that I could walk home. I know, who does that? I just had that one stretch of highway to cover and didn’t even think I would blog about it. I travel this road every day, there is nothing here, I told myself. Well, that’s the whole point of getting out and walking those streets and highways. You just don’t see it from the car.
So here’s where it all starts. Or ends. Just depends on which direction you are traveling.

I think this used to be Johnson something or other (Johnson Brothers Construction sound at all right?). The sign on the door says “CREATE”.
The sign by the road says, “NIRVANA paper fiber art studio”. What are these places that we all drive by and have no clue what they are?
Like what is Star Marketing and Distributing? One of the few buildings in the south-side industrial park.
Many, many years ago, when I was still with the first husband, a woman riding her bike was hit and killed by a car at this spot. Pretty sad. I think she was from out of town, but someone still at least partially maintains her memorial. This piece of property is a long story. Ready for it? The house was blown away by a tornado in July of 1996. I know that date because I wrote about this in my travel journal. The hubby, kids and I were in Madison goofing around for a few days, when the state news mentioned our beloved city to the north. A tornado had been reported south of town. This was before cell phones, so I called Mom from the hotel room phone and she said I better call my sister as she had been out in it. Turns out my sister was heading into town with a friend when they saw the tornado heading east. They were close enough to our road that they turned in, broke into my house and took shelter in my basement. Crazy, huh? Of course my son was most miffed that he had missed the whole thing. Darn family vacations!

And this last picture needs no explanation. Or maybe it needs lots of explanation. You decide.

Streets of Hatchet Creek - Day 13

Lucky walking day 13 and time to make a confession. I walked the following places on August 26. Because I take so many pictures and have to weed through them first and crop them and such before I post them, and also because, unbeknownst to the world outside of Tomahawk, I have a rather crazy life already – working 36 hours a week at the clinic being only the tip of the iceberg, it takes me a few days (or a week) to pull each blog post together. If you started out with me at the beginning, you know that I got this idea from Matt Green who is walking every street in New York City. He has gotten so far behind that he is just now posting his pictures from May! Of course, Tomahawk is no New York City, but I have certainly run across my share of interesting places, and some of them require research outside of my own vast knowledge of my home town.
Anyway, it is time to get on with my walk from August 26. I’ve walked the road of Bradley Park before and even though I haven’t documented it here, I’ve adventured out to the Point many times. (I need to do that here I suppose, because it is one of the coolest hikes anywhere.) This day however, I was going to walk Mirror Lake Drive out to Frenchtown. That did not quite happen, as you will see.
First stop – cabin built by Carl O Nystrom, a park ranger and police officer. When Bradley Park had camping, this is where campers registered. In 2003, the cabin was restored and dedicated to the only Tomahawk officer killed in the line of duty. I’m pretty excited that I found this article on Nystrom. Beaver home.  I took Dino with this day. He had a blast. He is wondering what is taking me so long to go up this trail. [image error] The trail went down and around Mirror Lake.
No words needed.
The leaves are starting to change. Yikes. And then this happened to my camera. Double Yikes. You can only imagine my despair. But with all the various setbacks I have endured over the years, I took it as a sign from God that I had taken enough pictures this day. Dino and I hiked back to the car; I drove home and had apple pie for supper. And that’s how I roll. 
Duh, I just realized this was day 13, maybe that explains the camera incident. 

Unburden Your Troubles

What a friend we have in Jesus,All our sins and griefs to bear!What a privilege to carryEverything to God in prayer!Oh, what peace we often forfeit,Oh, what needless pain we bear,All because we do not carryEverything to God in prayer!
Have we trials and temptations?Is there trouble anywhere?We should never be discouraged—Take it to the Lord in prayer.Can we find a friend so faithful,Who will all our sorrows share?Jesus knows our every weakness;Take it to the Lord in prayer.
(Joseph M. Scriven, 1855, public domain)
We sang this hymn in church last night, and since now it is stuck in my head, I thought I would put it in your head as well. What I find so amazing about these old hymns, as well as the Bible itself, is how relevant these words still are today. God is surely trying to tell us something.
Hope you are having a beautiful holiday weekend.
Mirror Lake in Bradley Park, Tomahawk. A place to go to unburden your troubles to God. 

Streets of Hatchet Creek - Day 12

I need to start making some tracks. It is the end of August already. School starts next week. And here in Northern Wisconsin, that means it could snow any day. I know, nobody wants to hear that, but it’s the truth and you know it.

I had the support of my friend Nancy to walk a loop with me this time, along the Hiawatha Trail down Leather Avenue and back up Fourth Street to the hospital. I had to scan a new map for the north side of town.

 The sign just went up this week, that Pop's Feed and Garden is going out of business. Always sad when a store closes in a town like Tomahawk.

 The rest are self-explanatory, but below is the New Tomahawk Pharmacy. It just opened in the last month, in the building that had been Elaine's Village Square. On the inside, you would never recognize the place.

 Ok, and finally, the picture below was not taken in Tomahawk. It is from Jim's Apple Farm and Candy Store in Jordan, Minnesota. It made me smile, especially the "old Dog N Suds". Not old in Tomahawk.
 And last, the map, our route in yellow. Sorry it's not too clear. I need to clean this up, don't I?

Streets of Hatchet Creek - Day 11

When you look on the map, you will think to yourself, “she hardly walked at all this time”. Yet, I must tell you the truth, I took 40 pictures. What can I say? Most of the pictures were in the Waterworks Park, a small, little-known park. And an old park.  
When I was in high school, circa late-1970s, we had our yearly German class picnic here. We played soccer on this field and I don’t remember there being any trees. My memories from high school tend to be pretty skewed though. 
After looking at the ponds in the park, 
I don’t know that it is sound advertising to include that second statement on this sign. Anyway, the Water Park is in Frenchtown, which will get its own billing on another walk, but for now I want to show off the paper mill.  It used to be THE place to work in town, or that is again my skewed memory as my dad worked there for 30 years, as did most of the dads of most of my friends.
The Bill Buedingen Training Center and the farthest south point of my walks. I had to include this sign  and this canoe coz they were cute.  Then back to the Water Park, in case you need a garbage receptacle. But not if you need to go to the bathroom, as the doors were boarded up. Oh, yes, and I did walk farther than is shown in yellow on the map, as I crossed the Hwy 86 bridge over the Wisconsin River, which anyone who knows anything about Tomahawk would realize. 
See ya soon. 

Streets of Hatchet Creek - Day 10

I have been to Tomahawk’s Dog Park once, without a dog, just to check it out. Last Friday, I thought that maybe I could visit with a dog in tow.  I didn’t read the rules until I had broken several of them. Sorry. 
Had there been other dogs there, Dino might have had more fun. As it was, here is just one more reason why we call him the Wonder Dog – he pooped right there, right after I took the picture, right next to the shovels and the bags. Good boy. 
The Somo Court Apartments had a cool water feature out front. As many times as I’ve driven past here, I’ve never noticed this before.   This was an awesome find. 
 As was the view of beautiful Bradley Park.
 The home of the founder of Tomahawk, William “Bill” Bradley.
 The building is apartments now, but still retains its charm. On the outside at least. 
 Just this past weekend, the Depot celebrated its 100th anniversary. I wanted to go to it, but I got too busy.
 Currently it is Pellet Stove Junction; how appropriate, huh?
The old boat factory. My imagination just takes off whenever I see this building. Wouldn’t it make a great youth center or performing arts venue or just something – other than sitting there empty ever since I was fairly young. 
 Another cool find. Another building which harbors a thousand stories.
 And back to Somo Avenue Recreation Area, aka SARA Park.
Here’s my updated map. This walk is in yellow. This map looks like I am almost done, but I still have a lot of the outlying streets and suburbs, such as Jersey City and Frenchtown and Hiawatha Heights. Stick with me, I’ll make it. 

Where is our Home?

The little troubles we suffer now for a short time are making us ready for the great things God is going to give us forever. We do not look at the things that can be seen. We look at the things that cannot be seen. The things that can be seen will come to an end. But the things that cannot be seen will last forever. 2 Corinthians 4:17-18 New Life Version

For the past ten or twelve years my brother has held an annual family picnic. Because he is a retired bachelor, he spends most of the year cleaning and planning for just this one event. When the morning of this year’s picnic dawned, it was raining and the forecast didn’t hold out much hope for clearing skies. My brother has a beautiful large yard but a tiny house. He claimed he could fit two tables in his living room, one table each in his entry way and spare bedroom. I had doubts.
Four hours before the picnic was to begin, I called him and offered the use of my house. Previous parties of my own have proven I can fit 25 to 30 people comfortably in my living room and dining room. He declined my kind and rather hasty offer. Big sigh of relief on my part, but I was still concerned for his well-being in cramming the whole family in his abode.
His theory was this: the average party should only last two to two and a half hours. If people stay longer than that, they are too comfortable. Everyone should visit a little, eat a lot, visit a little more, and then leave. They don’t need to be comfortable.  
Now as I opened with, my brother has been doing this for many years, so he must enjoy having everyone over. He just doesn’t want anyone to overstay their welcome.
Shouldn’t we be the same way living our lives on planet Earth? It’s good to have fun, to be with those you care about, to live a full and productive life, but as Christians we should remember that this life is temporary. If we have times of discomfort and even of pain, we need to remind ourselves that God has an eternal home waiting for us, where there will always be room at the table and in the living room.  
Dear Heavenly Father, thank You for all that You provide for us in this life. Help us to remember that especially in times when we are down, that someday You will call us to our eternal Heavenly Home. Amen

(Tiny house, but decent-sized garage. Maybe my next blog should be about butting out and letting my brother take care of things on his own. And also the first picture is of my son and not my brother, in case you were wondering.)

Walking the Streets of Hatchet Creek - Day 9

On the off-chance that you have just now discovered my blog, let me fill you in on one thing that I have been doing this summer. And that is walking all of the streets of my hometown. (When I was a kid, some people called it Hatchet Creek, thus the name of this post.)
I have also been trying to post a picture of the map of our town, highlighting the streets I walk each week, but this week I didn’t walk many new streets. It’s hard to walk every street, back and forth, north to south, then east to west, so I miss a few in between. I picked some of them up last night and didn’t see much new. Except a yard of rocks – I could garden this way.
 Mostly, however, I wanted to walk around our old hospital. Since early spring, we have been hearing that it is being torn this summer, but a lot of my walks past it haven’t shown much progress (is demolition really progress?)
They have been tearing out all of the insides first, I guess, but it does look like it will come down very soon. A whole lot of people in this town are very sad to see that happening. 
Sigh. Yea, me too, but it had become an eyesore in the ten years it has sat empty and it is better to take the building down now and let it rest with some dignity as opposed to continuing to deteriorate.

I plan to post total before, during and after pictures as the time comes, so for now all you get are these which still tell the story. 

Years of Stone

In the first book of Beth Camp’s series on the McDonnell clan, we get to meet the whole family. I don’t want to tell you how that book ends, but I will say that you want to read more about these people. In book two, “Years of Stone”, Beth focuses in on two characters, Mac the head of the clan, and Deidre, the woman who loves him and puts everything on the line for him. And I mean everything. She is one dedicated chick. She will stop at nothing to keep Mac in her life, but along the way, she remains compassionate to everyone she runs into, helping them whenever she can.
Meanwhile, Mac is trying the best that he can to survive the harshest of conditions living as a convict in Tasmania of 1842. I think it is rather crazy that anyone thought it was worth the money to ship all these convicts from Britain, Scotland and the like, but that is what they did, and that is how Tasmania, and Australia as well, became countries. I found it fascinating, so I did some of my own research. Not that I was questioning Beth, but like I said, I was fascinated.
But I needn’t have gone searching for more information. Everything there is to know about this time in the struggling formation of Tasmania – called Van Diemen’s Land at the time – is in Beth’s book. It’s wonderful the way she was able to weave so many facts into her story without the reader realizing it. 
I cannot wait for Beth’s next book, to hear how several more members of the family are faring. 

Photo Challenge - Animals

This month's personal photo challenge was Animals. And what a challenge that was for me. I have lots of pictures of animals - wild, tame and the whole spectrum in between - but for this challenge I wanted to take some nice portraits of my three beautiful outside cats. Unfortunately, they never cooperate. Never. I mean - NEVER! Not even for food or snuggles or a night in the house or a dead mouse or a live one. NEVER. So here is the best of my attempts with each cat.  Who doesn't love a big orange boy? Cheshire is the symbol aloofness. He is also the hardest to catch when he is outside. When he sneaks in the house on a cold winter night, however, he gets too cozy to try to run and hide when I have to throw him out. The thing I like best about this picture is how he matches the straw.
 Fred is just Fred. He's a cuddler, so much so that when you pick him up, he snuggles up to your neck and if you have long hair, he starts licking it. He is also a tobacco fiend and will really snuggle up to anyone who smokes. He tries to suck in as much nicotine as he can. I don't smoke and I don't have long hair, so he only tolerates me. I chose this picture of him mostly because Cheshire is in the background being a normal cat.
Last but not least is Princess Betty. She has three unique features - the most beautiful green eyes, hair color around her mouth that looks like a chocolate milk mustache and her unicorn tuft of hair. I have never gotten a picture which captures the color of her eyes and no amount of editing helps. You can almost see her milk mustache here. But you really can't miss her tuft of hair. 
All my pictures were taken with my Nikon Coolpix with everything set on auto - I am the lazy picture-taker!