What a name! Wasn't Elmo the God of Fire? I honestly don't remember. But. If I were a small urban area in Minnesota, I wouldn't be caught dead being called Elmo. Would you?
Tomorrow, Larry and I drive off in yet another rental (POOR little Bug -- it's getting old -- creaks, groans, leaks, etc.) for two purposes, the first more important than the second. First, I want to hug my nieces, two of them, but most especially Natalie, who has a need for me right now.....Because I"m downsizing soon, I will be taking my mother's silver chest to Natalie and then her China and crystal to another niece, Erin, if I can find the energy to wrap and pack it. Right now, it's on the kitchen island. It might stay there for awhile more. I do NOT have energy. Second, we will stroll through the Minnesota Shepherd's Harvest at a fairground in the aforementioned Lake Elmo...........which is near Stillwater, one of my all-time favorite places to be. You can walk along the old, gorgeously wild St Croix River. Stillwater is the oldest community in Minnesota; it's the place where I was baptized (Ascension Episcopal Church); it's where I lived until age 6 with grandparents and parents at 214 West Elm. I can hardly believe I remember so much detail -- scary actually. Age does concentrate the mind. Larry and I will take pictures of the glories of Wisconsin and Minnesota -- including the festival -- and I"ll return anon. In the meantime, go to the website -- http://www.artisanknitworks.com/ -- and check up on the wondrous first annual Third Coast Fiber Arts Festival!!!!!! coming in September, 2012, to a Detroit university campus near you!