Where I stood..

This is where I stood yesterday, at Dally in the Alley.

Dally in the Alley takes place in the Cass Corridor.

If you go to Dally, look for this guy.   This is Greg, he will get you to the best spots and give you a history of the neighborhood.   Greg knows all.

Greg knows Shelly.

We dragged Julia and Gary along, they lean in for a kiss.

Through Greg, you can get invited to private balcony parties!

The balcony is where you can see the madness that is Dally from above,

and the strangeness of the smokey smokin’ bands from behind!

What a great time!

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.

Dr. Evermor

Mom, Jane and I did have quite an experience on the way to Minnesota.   We stopped to see Dr. Evermor’s Forevertron in Wisconsin, just south of Baraboo.   Unfortunately, Dr. Evermor was not there, though we did visit with his hard working wife.   She was busy painting some of the sculptures, the past winter had been hard on the previous paint jobs.   Well, describing this place is completely useless, so I’ll get on with the pictures.

This is all I can manage for today, check back tomorrow for more of Evermor’s creations.


 One more post about the family reunion.   Just one, I promise.

These are the people who started the whole shebang.   That’s Joanie, Rosie, Mike, Karleen (known to me as mom) and Rita.   They are the children of Alphonse and Hildegarde.   Missing is MaryLou, we lost her 22 years ago.

Four of the five sisters delivered girls within six months of each other.   These are the girls, Linda, Jane, Theresa, and Mary.

It was a potluck, with many amazing dishes, but the main dish (ribs) was provided by my cousins, John and Peter.   John and Peter run a machine shop, and this is John with the smoker they put together from many various parts.

These are the ribs in the smoker, they spent hours in there waiting for all the guests.

Then there were the ribs on the grill.

And more ribs on the grill.   Ribs with dry rub.   Ribs with the homemade barbecue sauce.   Lots and lots of ribs.   Many pigs gave their lives for us.

Peter watches over the grill.

No, I didn’t taste the ribs.   All accounts from the smiling messy faces is that they were excellent.

The next morning, a bunch of my cousins and their spouses made breakfast, with slabs of bacon, so even more pigs gave their lives.   Or maybe it was a different part of the same pigs.   This family knows how to eat!

My roots

No, not the ones under the blue hair, but the places and people I come from.   I just got back from Minnesota, where I visited aunts, uncles, cousins and second cousins, (or is that first cousins once removed?   I don’t know, they didn’t seem removed.) .   Guindon once referred to Minnesota as the land of 10,000 lakes and a few weirdos.   I’m related to more weirdos than lakes, and here are a few of them:

Jane, mom and I drove, and our family had a big reunion.   There were 78 people there, and I’m related to all but three.   We all had a great time.   We are related to hearty, sensible stock,   very practical, but with a creative bent.   It was an amazing time catching up with everyone, some of them I hadn’t seen in 27 years!   They haven’t changed much, except that my aunts have become my grandmother, and my cousins have become my aunts and uncles.   Those cousins have had babies, and many of those babies have babies, you stay away for 27 years and it’s astounding what goes on.   The amazing thing is Jane, mom and I haven’t aged a day!   Why are you snickering?