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.










Sunday, November 30, 2025

Snowy Sunday

 Sunday, November 30, 2025

Peter made a mistake and pushed the phone instead of the message icon and woke me at 4:30 a.m. to tell me he shoveled twice, and it's still snowing.  I couldn't get back to sleep.

It really did snow!  Our Piazza has proof.


Betty Hohl called to tell me that the German Choruses were cancelled.

I was Lector 2 at the 10:30 a.m. mass, with not as many as usually attend at Father Tim's mass.

I read Jailhouse Lawyer, by Calvin Duncan most of the day.  Unbelievable story of prison life and despair.

The Sunday movie was To Sir, With Love.


Thursday, November 27, 2025

Thanksgiving 2025

Thursday, November 27, 2025

For table favors I made boxes with a turkey graphic name and printed colored feathers.  I filled them with a trail mix and included a tiny top with a note saying  "Pilgrim children most likely played with tops".  I also made one for each of my second floor neighbors.



Janice was arranging appetizers when Peter and I arrived at 3:00 p.m. at Jay and Laura's; Claude followed right behind.

The aroma of Laura's dry-brined turkey greeted us as we entered.


The main table was arranged and needed extra length to seat twelve.


Rogers and Beate brought Latvian treats.


Guests spread throughout the house engaged in conversation while having beverages and  munching on Janice's delicious assortment of appetizers.

Laura and Jay hosted Annika, Claude, Rogers, Beate, Peter, Marcia, Colin, Jakory, Brad and Janice.


Claude poured Prosecco, Annika filled water glasses before we sat down.  Besides the most flavorful turkey, we feasted on an eight-plaited bread, mashed potatoes, dressing, gravy, green beans and cranberries.  

Beate attempted to help clear the table and was surprised to find that the men are in charge of that job.  Hopefully, she'll replicate that practice in Latvia.  

The tops provided some amusement seeing how long they would keep spinning; some, surprisingly long.

After such a full meal, Laura always chooses a light dessert, that still includes pumpkin (but no pumpkin pie).  She served a glass with a gingersnap, broken meringue and a delicate pumpkin sauce.  We also had some of the Latvian treats that included baklava. 

Everyone left with smiles and thankful to have been together.





Saturday, November 22, 2025

Holiday Folk Fair

Saturday, November 22, 2025

Peter and I went to the Folk Fair in the afternoon.  We had to park some distance away on 85th Street; I was glad that I had my walker.

We enjoyed two sessions of the dancers.  Seating was limited, so I sat on my walker, which was very handy with its elevated seat.  Peter sat behind in the bleachers.  I could hear him having a conversation with someone seated next to him.  Sure enough, there is bound to be someone he knows, or someone who knows someone he knows.  The person was someone who was related to someone Peter worked with at Briggs & Stratton.  This person was a member of a Czech soccer team who knew my former neighbor Jerry Panek.

We each had a crepe with strawberry jam to tide us over until we would have a more substantial meal at Pegasus.

We viewed the cultural booths and then took the long walk back to our car.

Because I was unsuccessful getting an egiftcard for Jay's Birthday present on my computer, we drove to Lake Park Bistro to buy one in person.  Peter waited in the car while I went inside.  The bartender asked if I'd like a coffee of wine while I waited.  I never thought about that.  I went out and asked Peter to come in for a nightcap.  Peter had a wine, I had a warmed Grand Marnier; I never had it warmed, and the aroma was intoxicating.

We were almost finished when another bartender asked if we were hungry.  I told him we had eaten already.  He was offering us complementary salmon dinners because there were some unclaimed dinners or something.  So sorry that we had to refuse.

Wednesday, November 19, 2025

Holy Hill

Tuesday, November 18, 2025

I had a sleepless night, worried that I would not hear the 4:00 a.m. wake-up alarm to be ready for Janice's 4:45 a.m. pick-up to attend the 6:00 a.m. mass at Holy Hill.

There were announcements in the church bulletin regarding the veneration of the relics of Saint Therese of Lisieux; Janice also emailed me the information and asked if I'd like to go.

It was still dark and we drove in a light drizzle in light traffic.  We parked in general parking and I had difficulty going up an incline to the entrance, that I knew I'd never be able to go down with my walker.  There was ample handicapped parking which Janice moved to.

The cathedral was decorated in huge bouquets of roses around the altar, side altars and in front of the St. Therese shrine.  People were filing down the aisle to kneel and touch the reliquary that bore the relics; some touched the with pictures, prayer books or rosaries.  The church was filled almost to capacity by the time mass began with at least six priests celebrating the mass along with sacristans.

This article has all the information, more than I could ever provide.

https://catholicherald.org/local/crowds-welcome-relics-of-st-therese-of-lisieux/?fbclid=IwdGRleAOJ1X1leHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZA8xNzM4NDc2NDI2NzAzNzAAAR4xwj_R7JZKoJ6NeYOqGHI3ewn9UMMs9x4W_xnQATYxnp1BDu283inW702mEg_aem_hXiXksXbyJ2AlkWY7cuoaw#iLightbox[gallery_image_1]/15

People were lined up after mass to continue venerating the relics; we left for Janice and Brad's home.

Brad had fresh coffee brewing and ready.  Janice had a faux egg dish and hash-browned potatoes and sweet potatoes with other vegetables for breakfast that we finished off with organic muffins.

I needed to catch up on my sleep when I got home.

I played sheepshead, took a full bag of gathered shawls to the Prayer Shawl Ministry and read scripture at the 4:00 p.m. mass.