THE CITY REBORN FROM THE ASHES OF AMERICA'S MOST DISASTROUS FOREST FIRE
Tales from the old-timer
Issue Date: May 16, 2013
Neighborhood Golden Years
The disagreements about sewer and water charges in Peshtigo I read about in the Times reminded me of the time about 1957 when we were living in an upstairs apartment in Marinette, when a police officer came to our apartment complete with uniform, badge and gun and told my wife that our neighbor had called and reported our puppy trespassed in her yard. Right then we determined that we would buy a home in the country.
So we called a realtor and checked out what homes might be available. We ended up buying a nice house on Dahl Road in the Town of Peshtigo that was about 25 years old or so, with an old barn and chicken coop and 40 acres of forested land. The house had been built in 1932 by a family named Carlson to replace one that had been hit by lightning and destroyed by fire.
Before long we made friends with other country folks also raising children and we organized volleyball games and other sports. Sometimes the volleyball game had a recess while one of the ladies bottled or diapered her baby on the sidelines. Wintertime brought nighttime card games. Great friendships were formed and in the summer we played volleyball and cards. We formed great long-lasting friendships.
A few have died and a few have moved elsewhere, but we still have fast friends among them, and the bonding is strong, though age has cut down the volleyball and other get-togethers.
We have lost some dear people through these many years through death, too.
In the winter time many of them had snowmobiles and hit the trails as well as venturing out on the Bay as far as Oconto.
We joined forces sometimes to make wood for our wood burners and other projects.
Our contacts lately for the most part are meetings while shopping or at the Town of Peshtigo Town Hall on election days, but a few of us maintain frequent contacts.
All of the children we were raising have grown up and have kids of their own.
I havent named any of these dear friends because if anyone was left out there would be hurt feelings.
The only disadvantage of country living is running back and forth to town for groceries and other purchases, but apart from that the advantages are many - lots of freedom, lots of natural beauty and wildlife. Birds, squirrels, rabbits and deer are regular visitors out here, and outside my living-room window we watch their activities. Its a great way to raise children, and ours had just as many friends as city kids do.
So our neighbor lady on Houston Street did us a big favor, actually, when she arranged to send a uniformed police officer, complete with badge and gun, to tell us our dog was a problem.