I was born in Bridgeton, Missouri, a suburb of St.
Louis. During my time in Missouri, I
explored the Ozarks, swam in the Mississippi River, played kickball and endless games of hide-and-seek
with the neighborhood kids. Spending summers in Kentucky with my grandmother,
Ruth, are among my fondest childhood memories.
When I was
thirteen, my family moved to Wisconsin to learn to farm. Yes, learn to farm!
Taking city kids and throwing them on a farm, with twenty-eight cows purchased
from the Humane Society because they had been abused, was interesting, to say
the least. I learned to milk cows, the
ins and outs of a breeding schedule,
feeding schedule, the never-ending haying in the summer, and trying to stay
warm in the winter. During our first winter in Wisconsin, we had thirty-six
inches of snow from one storm, and we were snowed in for three days! Needless to say, I wasn’t loving Wisconsin.
I’m married with four children and four grandchildren. I have learned to love Wisconsin, though I
still hate snow. Wisconsin and the United States are beautiful and my husband
and I travel around by motorcycle seeing
new places and meeting new people. It never ceases to amaze me how many people
are interested in where we are going and what we have seen along the way. At almost every stop we make, the locals will
ask us where we’re headed and offer advice on which roads in the area are best
for travel and seeing the sites. They are also more than willing to share what
others before us have told them about great rides and the best scenic routes to
I come from a family of veterans. My grandfather, father, brother, two of my
sons, and one daughter-in-law are all veterans.
Needless to say, I am proud to be an American and proud of the service
my amazing family has given.