Many years ago, Randy and I lived in the Milwaukee area, where we grew up and spent the first 15 years of our marriage. Whenever we would go to Madison, we’d always find a reason to get off on Hwy 89 and drive through Lake Mills. We thought it was one of the prettiest towns in all of this state. In the fall, with the leaves on the trees the color of gold and cinnamon, we thought Lake Mills was just like one of those New England towns with the white church spires and leaves crunching on the sidewalk as kids walked home from school. Picture perfect. A Norman Rockwell painting in our very own state.
Continue Reading A Norman Rockwell painting in our very own state.We were driving into Lake Mills (for the very first time) in search of a house. My husband, myself and our 2 kids and I was huge pregnant with our third. I told my husband and our Realtor that I was not leaving Wisconsin without a house (this being our third trip to Wisconsin ever) so that was a tall order. We we’re looking in Stoughton but couldn’t find a house big enough so our Realtor suggested Lake Mills. I kind of laughed thinking we’re coming from a “town of 3 million”, to a town of 5,000 hardly seemed feasible. But, we were desperate. Our first drive in was pretty memorable. I think I knew when I saw the old Gothic church on Main Street and then even more so by the time we reached Commons Park and with a few haphazard turns (we we’re lost) we ended up at Bartels Beach. I couldn’t believe it really, SOLD!! I remember a car pulled up and 4 teenagers got out and pitched a blanket and had a picnic. REALLY, teenagers picnic. I told my husband THIS IS IT!! We met our Realtor to see the house, made an offer and the rest is history!!
Continue Reading Our 1st visit to Lake Mills
