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  • The feeling of freedom gripped my soul at the age of six months, when I fell out of my buggy. I was content petting the farm dog as he guarded me from further harm. My parents reckoned I was reaching for the dog when I fell. We were back in Butternut to help my dad's family, who were struggling through hard times. That is what families did back then. We visited our country bumpkin cousins every year. We tumbled through the haymow, helped weed the garden, and other farm chores, which were great adventures to us city slickers. Dad loved the fishing and hunting, he could enjoy after the farm work was done. Mom loved being by family.

    Mom and Dad were high school sweethearts. They moved to Chicago after graduation, married, and settled in the big city where more opportunities and higher paying jobs were the magnetism. We were exposed to a different culture with theater, rock operas, shopping and museums, encased in concrete.

    One could always visit tourist traps, but I choose to live by lakes, rivers, forests, wildlife, and have a simplistic way of life where I can enjoy winter's first snow, spring flowers peeking through the ground, the warm summer breeze, and colorful fall leaves every year. My opinion of the great Northwoods hasn't changed and far surpasses any opportunity the big city has to offer. Northern Wisconsin has a welcoming feeling and whimsical spirit, ask anyone who visits.
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