May Day/Spring!!!


phone514 020Here at Lost Creek we are anxious for our summer season to begin.  We have rolled The Mountain Man Chuck wagon  out of it’s winter shed, and begun the needed cleaning and prep for our first event in June.  Oh that old wagon looks so good sitting out in the sun.

So…Happy May Day y’all!!!  See you down the trail.mayfairies

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Summer dreaming and thinking ahead


samsung 305 samsung 352 samsung 124 samsung 299 samsung 305 samsung 306 samsung 316 samsung 319 samsung 320 samsung 337 samsung 341samsung 299samsung 320samsung 359We had a great summer, here are some highlights of the Albert Lea Rendezvous.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I complained bitterly of the cold that first week in October.  Oh if only it were so warm now!

Our fun was outstanding

Our friends Supreme

Our food

was

oh so wonderful

 

 

 

Looking Forward to next years

 

 

Events are us!

Drifter


geneWe have a good friend named Gene Smith. (AKA; Drifter, Butch, Tootsie).  Drifter passed from this life 3 years past

His personality while on earth was enormous, his love of life immense.  We loved him, still love him.

His wife; Gretchen of the warm and lovely laugh, has had a surprise party for him every year on his birthday since.  Drifter is always there, although I am pretty sure he is no longer surprised.  He is there in the stories of his friends who will always remember him, in the smiles of the bikers, the shooters, the reenactors and all the friends, neighbors and family who had the honor to call him their pard.

We look forward to this years’ celebration in May… be ready.

We can feel Summer in our bones!


First we will enjoy Spring!  Today is the first calendar day of Spring, Spring!!  Here at Lost Creek we have waited for the first few days of warmth, those hope filled days where we turn our faces to the sun and blink, like animals who hibernate through the long winter!  Wait!!!  That is us, we do hibernate.

We have dreams of driving down hot, dusty roads; through cornfields, past watery ditches, along side meadows of wild flowers.  We have dreams of mailboxes standing sentry at the end of lanes.  We have dreams of warm days and nights, with stars shining outside our tent door, and the sounds of laughter at nearby campfires.

mailboxesSpring…Summer

God Love The Irish!!!


shamrockBeginning in the 1840s  many Irish left their home land to escape the suffering of the potato blight and the inequity of the English upper class who ruled in Ireland.  They came into the eastern ports, Boston down to Savannah.  These areas were populated by many direct descendents’ of the early settlers who considered themselves “native” to the united States.

The Irish immigrants were received with hostility and fear.  They often had few skills but cleaning cooking and farm labor, and did not meet up with the standards of those already long settled.   They were mostly Catholic, a religion not understood by the more Protestant population of the time,

The Irish immigrant population; a hearty, free thinking and independent bunch, developed a reputation of lusty living, brawling, and drinking. The reputation was partly based in truth.  The Irish were determined to be free, and to succeed.  They pushed back when ostracized, and through hard work and perseverance the Irish created a new world for themselves.Life In New York

Along with their freethinker, total living reputation, the Irish brought with them magical tales of tiny people, beautiful goddesses, fairies and of course the Catholic saints.

Today we celebrate St Patrick’s Day, and if we are not even a little bit Irish, we pretend, so that we too can be involved in the historical tradition of honoring the sacred saint of Ireland, and enjoying a wee bit of the dram.

Happy St Patty’s Day ya all!leprachan