Sunday, December 28, 2025

Cookie Delivery

Friday, December 26, 2025

Pat Favier posted a photo on Facebook with her and her husband Pat, and wanted to know where they were on a Road Scholar trip where we were given sarongs to wear; the site was familiar.  I searched through my photos and the place was Bali.  That took quite some time to find, but I love renewing those wonderful memories.

I wanted to take advantage of Walgreen's photo discount and did more searching, especially suitable for men; I have too many flower photos that are more suitable for women.

Laura came with a container of assorted cookies, and stayed for a short visit.  I put together a money box for Annika's birthday.

Peter and I had dinner at Termeric, right down the street.  We shared a bowl of biryani with lamb and garlic naan.  We both enjoyed its tang.

Afterward, Peter took me to the ATM and Walgreen's to pick up prints.

I'll have to think ahead of how I can utilize rides.



Thursday, December 25, 2025

Christmas Day 2025

Thursday, December 25, 2025

I am still in quarantine; therefore, I will not be able to attend mass at St. Rita.

I began my day prior to midnight with the St. Joseph Church choir's  midnight mass prelude.  Janice was one of the soloists, and sang "Lulajze Jezuniu"

https://photos.google.com/photo/AF1QipNvvXPo-oI6ksRx8onCV2VzKI6lD7mYA_D0Ovvs

Sharon Malenda brought me Holy Communion after St. Rita's 10:30 a.m. mass.  I was pretty tired after staying up for the midnight mass, so I took a nap before going to Brad and Janice's.

Janice had some lovely appetizers waiting for us while we visited and waited for dinner.

The main feature were the pierogi that Janice, Brad and Claude made on Tuesday: 107, with only two splits, just at the start of the operation.  Janice also served a vegetable curry and a refreshing fruit salad.

We finished off the meal with Janice's gingerbread boys/girls and Laura's cookies with coffee.   Unfortunately, Annika could not be with us.




Wednesday, December 24, 2025

Christmas Eve 2025

Wednesday, December 24, 2025

Laura and Jay invited Peter and me to a Christmas Eve early dinner. What a marvelous idea.

Laura never spares the decorations, and this beautiful tree was the centerpiece.

Jay didn't spare decorations either; he decorated the girls with blinking lights.

I made these place favors for the dinner, Janice and Brad's Christmas dinner and my second floor SRS residents.


We had conversation with an assortment of appetizers before our meal.
Laura served beef tenderloin with hasselback potatoes, an arugula/strawberry/cranberry/pecan salad and garlic toast,


with a platter of cookies for dessert.


Needless to say, the beef was melt-in-your-mouth tender, and every accompaniment was delicious.

Afterwards, Peter and I drove through some neighborhoods taking in the holiday decorations.



Saturday, December 20, 2025

Ozaukee Choral Concert

 Saturday, December 20

The night was crisp and windy when Peter picked me up for the Ozaukee concert.  The parking lot was full; Peter dropped me off and parked some distance away.  As I was waiting, Brad came and we waited for Peter.

The concert was wonderful.  Such a beautiful and fanciful arrangements.  They sang two versions on Deck the Halls.  The one before intermission was jazzy and syncopated, the one had famous melodies for the fa la la: Beethoven's Fifth, a Strauss waltz and 1812 Overture.  The accompanist played a piano solo of sparkling variations of Silver Bells; two middle school choirs were also included with the program.

Janice and Brad wanted to get home to watch the Packer game; they left and I waited for Peter.  I knew because he parked so far away that it would take some time for him to pick me up.  But now it seemed much too long for him to be coming.  I was the only one in the building, except for one or two stragglers.  I called Janice and she, too, was concerned; it's been a half hour.  She said she was on her way to find Peter.  After a few minutes, Peter came.  He was lost.

Somehow he took a turn that ended in a service entrance.  He tried getting back, but ended up in a shopping mall.  He asked for directions until some woman guided him back with her car.  He spent a lot of time explaining and what the alternatives could have been.

We needed a drink, but closer to SRS.  We missed the North Ave. exit because my phone was dead.  The phone cable was not in the car; Peter can't remember where he put it.  Why it was removed does not make sense.

Peter dropped me off at Von Trier's, and again had to circle around to find parking, had luck across from Educators Credit Union.  Von Trier's was filled with very young people.  Peter had the great idea of Hooligan's, right across the street.  Again, very young people; what people our age go bar hopping?  We had very good old fashions and watched the Packers.  They were winning 16 - 9 against the Bears.  A Packer's fumble and a Bear's touchdown with an extra point tied the score.  The Bears won in overtime 16 - 23 after a spectacular pass and reception by the Bears.

When we got to SRS I wanted Peter to observe the sign on the men's john.  I waited too long and went to my apartment.  Peter was able to give me 27 gummy bears for the place boxes and an Amish limburger cheese.

Sunday, December 7, 2025

Ripon, 2025

Friday, December5,2025

Claude and I were on our way to Ripon, WI, at 2:00p.m., and arrived at Cobblestone Suites at 3:45, as Jay and Laura were unloading; Brad, Janice and Colin followed shortly after.

We are fortunate to have chosen this weekend, since Ripon is celebrating its 35th Dickens of a Christmas with a lot of attractions.

When we told the agent at check-in that we were planning on eating at Roadside Pizza, she said that it wasn't one of her favorites.  Janice suggested Knuth Brewery, which was a much better choice.  We planned to watch the downtown parade afterward, so we bundled up for the low 20s temperature; Laura had insulated pants.

We ordered beers and soft drinks and the men stood in line to order pizzas.  Pizzas were very good, however, the crust was limp.


Jay said that my age permitted me to watch the parade from the upper level of the  brewery.  I had my handicapped tag to prove my eligibility.  There was a steep climb up many stairs to get to the upper level, but I made it.
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 Laura and Brad stayed outdoors. 

It was a typical small-town parade, that ended with Santa.

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Laura eventually joined us when her toes were getting numb.

We had the benefit of a meeting room for Birthday cake and snacks, which we shared with Karen, the hotel agent.  We sang Happy Birthday to Jay and Colin got a string of money as a Birthday gift.

We played Taboo where a team had to guess a word with clues that could not include words that would be obvious to the word, while the opposing team monitored.

Saturday

After a mediocre hotel breakfast, we made our plans for the day.

We had a 10:00 a.m. timeslot for the Tour of Homes featuring historic homes decorated for the holiday season.  With our lanyards, maps and shoe coverings, we were on our way.

Our first stop was the Ripon Historical Society with collections displaying the history of Ripon from past to present.  It was fascinating going through panels with photos, letters and news clippings.

https://riponhistory.org/


The Zobel House is on the Register of Historic Places and we were impressed with the beautiful parquet flooring and woodwork.  The owners decorated it tastefully throughout, and there was a lot to decorate in this very large home with numerous bedrooms and side rooms, some approached by a rather steep stairway.
The home had belonged to Herman Zobel, a teacher of instrumental music at Ripon College.  He was also solo trombonist in the Tripoli Shrine Band in Milwaukee.  Plus, he held an number of musical positions throughout the country.  His love of music was evident by the musical instruments arranged in the home.
Read his obit here:
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/188788939/edgar-herman-zobel



The Vossekuil/Gallops House was a prominent center for Ripon's social life, hosting events and meetings for local organizations.  An account from a previous owner mentions historic details like a servant bell system and two doors in the parlor, believed to facilitate receiving lines at funerals.  

It had a beautiful four-season room that I would love to spend time knitting and reading.


The Cheney House was once the site of a honey processing company.  We visited this updated home, the fragrance of pine permeating throughout.  All of the fresh greenery was provided by a local florist.  The barn where the honey was processes is vacant, but plans are being made to re-purpose it.

                     
The New England-gambrel Geoldi home featured a brick fireplace with a mantel the owner built, a nostalgic snowman and German Nativity displays, and a train circling the Christmas tree.              

At every home we visited, owners and assistants gave information about aspects of construction, and/or historical significance.  At one home there were cookies; at another, hot chocolate.

By this time we were ready for lunch.  Janice suggested the Public House.  We shared some plates, leaving room for our dinner tonight.


A crew of model railroad hobbyists manned the display at the Ripon Model Railroad Club.  Lots of track meandered through the display, going through tunnels, over bridges, passing imaginative scenes.


The men explain all they do in this YouTube video.

The Horicon Bank had an Enchanted Forest of decorated Christmas trees.


                      
 
And Farrell's Fine Furniture had a Gingerbread House contest.


We took some time out before Jay, Laura, Brad, Claude and I took a walk through the downtown.  Laura bought some foot warmers; I found a needle with a large eye at the Ben Franklin store.

People were beginning to come for the Living Windows display that would begin at 5:30 p.m.  Besides brightly lit windows, there would be caroling, music and other street entertainment.  We could not stay for that since we had a 6:00 p.m. dinner reservation.


We had dinner reservations at the Oakwood Restaurant in the Heidel House.  The room was not crowded; therefore, I expected excellent service.  Unfortunately, that was not the case.

It took uncomfortably long for Chris to take our drink orders, and when she brought our drinks, she told Claude that they were out of the beer he requested.  He agreed to order an alternate.  We were almost finished with our drinks, and Claude still did not get his beer.  Jay went to the bar to get it.  When Chris came to take our entrée  orders, I told her that someone had to get Claude's beer.  She apologized, saying that the bar misunderstood, and didn't serve it.  (Chris was our waiter, not the barkeeper).

We were served our dinners and Chris told Jay that they didn't have the brussels sprouts he ordered.  Jay blew his top, telling her that she should have come with that information when she put the order in, not when she is serving the dish.

The meals were delicious, with light piano music in the background.  When Chris gave me the bill, she said that 25% was deducted from each entrée.  That was a considerable compensation.

We finished the evening playing another word game, writing clues on erasable strips for another person to guess the word.

Sunday

Claude and I went to 9:00 a.m. mass at St. Catherine of Sienna Church.  Fr. Chuck Wrobel continued the Dickens' theme in his homily, referring to the Dickens of a Christmas and how Dickens wanted to bring the plight of the poor into our consciousness and the transformation of Scrooge into enlightenment.  As we, too, should be enlightened during this Advent season.

Instead of having the meagre hotel breakfast, Claude and I had our breakfast at Wisco Coffee in downtown Ripon.

We had a pleasant drive back to St. Rita Square, arriving at 1:00 p.m.



Monday, December 1, 2025

MARTA With Laura

 Monday, December 1, 2025

Laura picked me up to attend her first MARTA meeting at Meyer's restaurant.  We had one of the largest attendance; surprising, given the roads were not that clear. 

Laura brought a huge bag of socks for our project to provide items for needy students of Milwaukee and West Allis/West Milwaukee public schools; I remembered mine this year.  Over 500 socks were donated.

It was a good time to view the Holiday Show at the Domes; fewer people in the afternoon.

We went through the Show Dome with the Twelve Days of Christmas,




also the other two domes.




The 12 Days of Christmas

Monday, December 1, 2025

On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me,  
A partridge in a pear tree. 


On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, 
Two turtle doves.


On the third day of Christmas, 
my true love sent to me, 
Three French hens.


On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, 
Four calling birds.


On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, 
Five gold rings.


On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, 
Six geese a-laying.


On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, 
Seven swans a-swimming.


On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, 
Eight maids a-milking.


On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, 
Nine ladies dancing.


On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, 
Ten lords a-leaping.


On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, 
Eleven pipers piping.


On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, 
Twelve  Drummers drumming.