Wine Tasting Event
On Saturday December 5th, The Wine Vineyard
will be having a Wine Tasting Event! 5-7pm
You’ll enjoy some incredible wines tonight. These wines will be pefect for the upcoming Holiday’s as well as some bubbly for the
New Year’s Eve Party!
The cost of the event is $3. However, if you buy any bottle of wine you’ll receive a $3 discount.
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.
The morning came when I was to meet them at the motel and I still did not know what to do with them. For some reason I decided to pickup a State Journal newspaper and looked it over before I met them. In the State Journal was a story about land on the West side of Rock Lake that was to be turned into a County Park. At the end of the story it talked about Native American remains being found at the site when it was being cleared by the early pioneers.
Knowing the elder had worked the spiritual aspect of repatriation issues for the Winnebago Tribe I read him part of the story when I was asked what we would be doing. After hearing the story, the Winnebago elder said for me to take them there. We went out to the property and I talked to the owner David Korth, asking him if we could have a look around the property. He said ok.
We went out into a field and they did some communication with spirit. They then started walking around and picking up stones holding them saying this is not it and dropping them back to the ground. After a while they just stood there not knowing what to do, I talked to them and they told me they were told to look at stones. I told them that I know of a man who has some round stones from this farm that he found a long time ago by some remains of Indian mounds. They told me to take them to him.
We drove over to the house of Mr. Kenneth Bare in Lake Mills. It is an interesting house as the walls are built of local stones he had found in the area.
He was home and I asked if we could see the box of round stones he had collected off the Korth farm. He said sure and took us downstairs and produced the box of stones. The elder handled some of the stones and proclaimed these are the stones we are looking for. I explained to Mr. Bare that his stones were very special objects to these Winnebago Indians just as a cross or chalice would be to one of our spiritual leaders. Mr. Bare then said “I guess I better give the stones to them.”
After we drove away from Mr. Bares home with the stones, a spirit that was with the stones spoke to the elder telling him that the stones were now where they should be and so the spirit would now be leaving the stones.
I have since been told that the elder has used the stones in healing ceremonies and that Spirit showed him what pattern to lay the stones out in for the ceremony. The Elder has learned some things about some of the individual stones and the healing ceremonies have helped some people.
Beaver
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.
Lisa Maurer
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.
Mary Lang
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.
Where else but a small town indeed???
Gino Salamone, a Milwaukee DJ, was in attendance that night in the summer of 2008. Although he grew up and still resides in Milwaukee, he loves Lake Mills and tries to attend our events here when possible. He left that night with about a half-dozen pies. His radio co-workers happily ate pie on air the next day.
Can’t wait for the second annual pie contest this summer!!
Katie Otto
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!
Brad Glassel
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.
Our favorite house was, and is, the brown and white Dutch Colonial Tarnutzer home on the north end of Rock Lake. We would drive by that home and think of living there someday. We even took the address off the mailbox and wrote a letter to the owners (who we didn’t know at the time) and asked them to “consider” us if they ever put the home on the market. We didn’t expect a reply – but a few weeks later, we got a letter from Dick Tarnutzer saying that the home would hopefully stay in the family for a very long time, but that they appreciated our interest. Imagine that! And imagine, just a few years later, we became friends with Dick because we had an opportunity to move to Lake Mills and become a part of this very special town.
From the picturesque downtown – the park, the bandshell, and the beautiful buildings lining the park – to the lake and the gorgeous homes that this town is famous for – we know that we are truly “home” and will remain here for a long long time. And we know that not only do we live in a quaint town – but we live with people who have the spirit of friendship and community. We wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.
Katie Otto
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!!
Sherry Smith
