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One day my phone rang and it was some Native Americans I knew from Nebraska. They said they were coming to see me in Lake Mills. One is an elder & the head of the Water Spirit Clan in Winnebago, Nebraska. I asked them what we would be doing and the answer was Spirit said for them to come and see me.

I discovered Lake Mills shortly after being relocated from San Antonio, TX to Madison, WI. It was a cold winter day and my husband and I decided to take a drive. We ended up in Lake Mills where I immediately feel in love with the charm of the community. There were families ice skating in commons park, we discovered Lake Shore Drive where kids were playing ice hockey on the lake and beautiful victorian homes lined the shoreline. I looked at my husband and said “someday I am going to live here”. He chuckled. Well about a year later we closed on a beautiful victorian home on Main Street. We immediately got involved in the community and have loved the community and all it has to offer.

What we enjoy most about Lake Mills is the people that live here. The community has a lot to offer for all ages. When we go to events (sports, fundraisers, local stores, parks) we see friends we haven’t see for a while, and it is so exciting to visit. My favorite memory will always be, our family nightly walks along the lake after dinner.

Where else but small town America could you have a pie contest? Not a “who can eat the most pie” contest – but the kind of contest that lets the youngest baker and the most most experienced adult show their talents on a warm summer evening before a crowd of supportive and hungry onlookers? Berry pies and custard pies and pot pies – they were all there. Several tables groaning with the weight of lucious baked pies. After the judges (they had the best job in the world that evening!) were done with tiny taste samples of each pie, cagetory winners were announced, as were the grand prizes. Ribbons were bestowed – and then the best part for most of the attendees – bidding on those awesome pies began! Heated bidding by proud parents and hungry townspeople and cherry-obsessed pie lovers.

When we first moved to town my wife and daughter went to a store downtown that was closing out their candy selection, so they bought some. They went to the Commons park across the street to enjoy the day, but forgot the candy on a bench. A couple days later a woman road up to our house on a bike while my wife was gardening. She said that she had found the candy in the park and went to the store. The clerk remembered who bought it and that she had talked about just moving to town and new the home. How nice was that!

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.