Sunday, November 1, 2026
Jay, Laura and I left for Monroe, WI, on an overcast, misty morning that turned bright and sunny as we made our way.
We stopped at an historic site in Beloit to view the Beckman Mill.
The park also features a weathered wooden barn with a colorful geometric quilt mounted on the upper facade
Jay arranged a luncheon with his brother Mark and their cousins at the Swiss Haus. I already knew Mark, and was introduced to their cousins and spouses/friends.
There were plenty of choices on the menu, but I spotted Usinger's liver sausage on marble rye; I ordered that with raw onions and added catsup.
After nice conversation, we parted for a short walk to Turner Hall and Swissfest.
Turner Hall is a massive Alpine-style building with a bowling alley, gymnasium and auditorium larger than a basketball court with a huge stage. We sat in the first row.
The 58th Annual Swissfest program began with Alphorns,
a mixed chorus singing traditional songs, with the director giving an explanation of each.
Also included was a violinist and soloist accompanied by an accordionist.
This was a well-rounded program and very enjoyable. After a full lunch, we did not stay for the buffet that was offered in the lower level.
We waited almost fifteen minutes for the hotel manager at the Eugene Hotel. The communication system has much to be desired.
The door to my room must have been filled with lead, it was so heavy. The room was extremely dark; whoever thought of painting walls and ceiling dark navy with heavy velvet deep red drapes. However, the furnishings were very comfortable with all the necessary amenities.
We took a slow walk around the square with a magnificent courthouse,
walked past shops and into an antique shop where I bought two cereal bowls.
We wanted something lighter for dinner and settled on Bullets for pizza; the hotel manager's favorite. Laura ordered a large sausage, onion, mushroom pizza for us. After taking a few bites, Jay said it didn't taste like Italian sausage; it didn't look like Italian sausage either. I said that it looked like ham. Jay asked our waiter what the meat was. She was horrified; she gave our pizza to another customer. Now, what to do? Settle for this one, or get the one we ordered? Since we started some of the ham pizza, we didn't want another large pizza, so we settled on a small pizza with our requested toppings. The pizza was OK, but I'm glad we weren't that hungry.
After a very full day, I got to bed early, but awoke much too early.
Monday
Jay had an early morning conference call, so Laura and I went to Ami's Corner Cafe, a busy place filled with locals.
Laura had scrambled eggs with a big slab of ham and toast; I had French toast and bacon and some of Laura's ham with plenty of coffee. We really enjoyed our breakfasts and the atmosphere.
We were on our way at about 10:30 a.m. on a misty day.
Jay found one more point of interest on the way: the bur oak that marks the halfway point between Lake Michigan and the Mississippi River.
I arrived at SRS at 1:00 p.m., but wanted just to relax instead of going to the Needlework group.

















