![]() Every Tuesday the bookmobile parked outside the neighborhood A&P grocery store and opened for business. But I was a reader, and the books I enjoyed came from the library. When I was growing up books were a luxury we couldn’t afford. First, let’s explore the magic of the stories you enjoyed as a child. Oh, yes, there is something magical in this land of forests and fireflies, I agree! Let’s get back to that in a moment. I didn’t discover Door County until I was a young adult, but the majesty and sheer beauty of the area reinforced the notion. To me, Wisconsin was always a magical place. On one memorable night I even saw the aurora borealis flicker and dance above the horizon. ![]() I spent many summers on that hard-scrabble farm: milking cows, driving the tractor, baling hay, and staring at a night sky filled with stars. Her parents, my grandparents, were Polish immigrants whose pursuit of the American dream led them to a small dairy farm in the north central part of the state, near the paper-mill town of Mosinee. ![]() I was born and raised in a blue-collar Chicago neighborhood, so I’m a city girl from way back, but I have a strong connection to rural Wisconsin thanks to my mother. ![]()
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