(From May 2, 1985)
Comes now the time for our spring migration from Texas back to Wisconsin. These last two weeks in Texas, with temperatures in the mid to high 80s, have been a hint of what is to come, and we don’t like it.
Although our house is air-conditioned, it is too hot outside really to enjoy taking walks or working in the yard. And when we go in the car, it is at least two blocks before the air conditioner cools the car. In the summertime, stepping into a car that has been outside is like stepping into an oven.
We spent a few days last week at my sister’s home in Houston. She drove us one day, out into the country to see the bluebonnets. There is no sight to equal a whole field of Texas bluebonnets, and we saw many of them.
Texas has a myriad of beautiful wild flowers. We saw orange Indian paintbrushes, yellow weesach daisies, pink primroses, and a lovely purple flower whose name I don’t know.
Now back at our home in Elkin’s Lake, it is time to start packing. This is our 15th year of retirement, so it will be my 13th time to pack. I should be good at it by now, but I still forget a thing or two each time, such as my favorite cookbook or a pet pair of house slippers.
Still, I do pretty well. I start making a list, about a week ahead of time, of everything I want to take. Then I put all the clothes we mean to take together in the closet. When I get down to packing, it’s not too hard.
One of the most irksome tasks is sending out change-of-address cards. Because of this, I have reduced our magazine subscriptions to two, but there are still many notices to send out.
Carl, my spouse, for the past couple of months has been saying, “I’m tired of this place, I want to go someplace else.” And there will be only one other place for him to go.
Now he is saying, “I hate to leave this place.” Never satisfied.
We will go first to St. Louis, where we will visit two couples of friends, and attend the 61st reunion of Carl’s high school graduating class and the 50th reunion of my college class. Whereas there were more than 400 in my high school class and I didn’t know a third of them, there were only 32 in my college class and I knew all of them very well.
Several were my sorority sisters. I am looking forward to this reunion. Also, while I’m in St. Louis, I will attend a meeting of my sorority. It promises to be a good week.
Then we will proceed to Duluth, where friends will meet us and take us to our summer cottage near Iron River, Wis. I hope the ice will be melted off the lake and that our old station wagon will, as always, be running like a top. It is a 1974 model and has 128,000 miles on it, but still runs like new and we’ve never had any major repairs on it.
We will be happy to see all our friends in Iron River and once again to commune with nature in the form of lakes and forests, deer and white birch trees.