I was very young when I first discovered my love affair with cranberries. You would have to journey back with me to the early 1950’s to understand how it all started. As the holidays were approaching the cranberry farmers in our neighboring Wisconsin were knee deep in the cranberry bogs harvesting the cranberry crop. As Thanksgiving approached the store shelves were piled high with transparent bags of cranberries. Each fall my Mother faithfully purchased a bag and brought it home to officially start the holiday season. …..
It’s that time of the year again as holidays approach and craft fairs begin in earnest. This Saturday from 9:00 am to 12:00 pm I’ll be sitting in my ‘mini-book store’ booth at the Herman High School gymnasium. I was a biology teacher in that building for eleven years (1980-1991). However the title of this blog is a little misleading as I was never involved in any crimes during those years. I came close several times but was always able to refrain myself and…..