JULY 24 Thursday Seek And Ye Shall Find

My Beloved Granny

Many a class room hour spent in old Main

Maybe they had the right idea afterall

AND i could hardly stay up on two skiis

YES we found her !   In block #7 not #9. What a joy.. I went back into town to a florist who had the perfect bouquet on a wire device that fits over the tombstone. So my “Granny”, as we called her, will now have at least fake flowers for a year so says the saleslady. I hope she is pleased. Wish I had known about those headstone arrangements for Joan. 

 My 10 o’clock patient had no idea his appointment was in a grave yard as I thought it best not to tell him as he had just been diagnosed with Colon cancer. (For  my future  reference - enter from Aurora ave at 6 th st ( the cancer building of the hospital is right behind you) go left and once you go around the bend and see Block 7  .She is just another row further and 3 sites from the end.  The Hilgendorf headstone faces away from you.

We then started off for Appleton to relive some undergraduate memories. But the Langlade County Historical Society’s  Museum  popped out on our way out of Antigo. Oh, my word what a delightful place.I must be really old as I can remember getting shoes fitted by putting your feet in those little x ray machines to see how much room your toes had. Or

sitting in a dentist’s chair with a drill powered by a foot pedal or maybe they had little motors by that time, an Icebox, and a gramophone. They had a wash machine just like Granny had a with a wringer attached that you cranked as you sent the clothes between two rollers. I remember how scarey it was to go down the rickety curved stairs in to a dark, damp basement to "help" her in her old tenement apartment in the heart of Milwaukee.

So the next stop was Lawrence no longer college, but University. Strange that that after only 63 years nothing looked the same except for Main Hall, my old dorm, Ormsby and the chapel. Everything else was square or rectangular grey cement boxes with occasional glass facades. Nothing with character, charm, or dignity that would inspire the soul. The courses that I found advertised on the on the bulletin boards were even more distressing -. Intersectional Feminist Theories, Teaching Diversity and Inclusion , Love, Sex and Globalization. There seems to have been some evolution of thought from my days of having lights out at 10 o'clock so I would have to finish my homework with a flashlight under the covers. No cars or alcohol on campus so of course we just walked to the nearest pub in town. The house mother locked the front door at precisely the stroke of midnight on weekends. If you were not inside you got a "campus slip" , five of which sent you to some adminstrative office. I remember exhibiting them in a chain from the ceiling to the floor in my freshman dorm room .I don't remember the punishment , but it must not have been too bad and they made me a counselor for the freshmen my junior year. In retrospect I guess I never was much for following rules, especially if they didn't make sense. I was president of the Kappa Delta sorority ( a very deep southern organization) my enior year. They did a lot of good but kicked us out when we activated a black girl as that was absolutely against the rules. Sheba and I had cold left overs on the beutiful lawn if front of Oid Main and then took off for the next advuenture in Pewaukee, Wi..

I first decided to find the home of Steve Fritz my newly found 1/2 brother at a strange address in Pewaukee. But as I came into town I ended up along the shores of Pewaukee Lake and would you believe a water skiing show was in progress so no hope of finding a parking space . Until yes a big spot with orange barrels just big enough for me and the Casita. We got to see most of it and a free beer as it was the bottom of the barrel and had a lot of foam. I think the foam is the best any way.

Before it got dark I wanted to find Steve's house and I was glad I did for it was another maze puzzle reminiscent of hunting grave sites. With the help of some walking neighbors who agreed it was a crazy number system I did find it. So now I thought I'd go back to the Kiwana park I past on the way to spend the night. It was a big parking lot off the main road and quiet and I wouldn't be in anyones way. No, no parking signs or a warnings so I thought all was well until about 2 am. Knock Knock flashing lights , POLICE. "You can't be in the park after 9 (pm)" " I know it seems unreasonable but we half-to do so to keep vagrants from camping here. But you can stay at the KwikTrip truck stop up the road. They won't bother you." So off we went to a good night's sleep with our fellow truckers.