My Auntie Ag is buried in Lakewood Cemetery. So are my paternal grandparents Torkel and Elizabeth. Torkel left Norway when he was 17 years old. After he established himself in America he went back and married his sweetheart, Elizabeth, and brought her back to America.
The Lakewood Cemetery is in the heart of the city of Minneapolis. Roads meander the rolling hills through the cemetery that overlooks Lake Calhoun, with lovely majestic trees, stately monuments, large head stones and grave makers. There is a large, modern mausoleum but the hidden gem is the Lakewood Memorial Chapel. On a recent visit I brought my friend to see this chapel that is on the National Register of Historic Places. It’s an amazing piece of architecture, completed in 1910, that stands alone in it’s lovely spot without much fanfare.
The website explains:
“The chapel interior was created by New York designer Charles Lamb and many consider it the most perfect example of Byzantine mosaic art in the United States. In 1909, Lamb traveled to Rome to enlist the services of six highly accomplished mosaic artists who had just recently completed a project in the Vatican. The artists created more than 10 million mosaic pieces, called tessellae, from marble, colored stone, and glass fused with gold and silver. The artists then traveled to Minneapolis to assemble the work inside the chapel. Upon its completion in 1910, the Lakewood Memorial chapel was the only building in the country with an authentic mosaic interior.”
Imagine that…10 million pieces of tile and the designs created are stunning! It’s an marvelous piece of art that is worth seeing.
The sun was shining and the sky was blue the day we went on a three hour boat cruise through the Fjord-du-Saguenay. Hills with lush shades of greens and rocky cliffs met the Saguenay River forming the lovely fjord.
On our recent trip to Canada we camped one night in a city park on our way home to Minnesota. We enjoyed a campfire then crawled into our sleeping bags about 10ish, but since it was the 4th of July weekend fireworks sounded late into the night and we didn’t fall asleep right away. So when we woke up in the morning we were surprised to see a tent in the site next to us. The owner must have pulled in late and set up the little tent. When I came back from the bathroom a tall, young man crawled out of the tent. We nodded at each other and I wondered if he’s traveling with anyone. As I was getting breakfast ready another young man crawled out of this tent. I thought that’s nice, he is traveling with someone but I thought the tent must have been cozy. Then to my surprise a third man crawled out of this two man tent and I started to giggle. They rolled up their sleeping bags, lifted the little tent right off the ground, took apart the two poles, folded the tent and put it all into the trunk of their car without saying a word, then drove off. It was comical to think we used our big family tent for the two of us and they had a small two person tent for three of them! What a fun way to start the day.
We have a brown spot on our lawn these days. Burned by the fire pit we used the other night to have our backyard campfire (the grass grows back). Our son and daughter-in-love came to visit so we started the weekend off with a campfire in our back yard fire pit. We sat around and visited while the stars came out and the sky grew dark. It was a lovely evening. I love sitting around a campfire.
Our B&B was lovely place and the location great. The proprietor was a petite woman with a wonderful accent who wore beautiful dresses. The breakfasts were European: meats and cheeses, breads & croissants, jelly, fruit, yogurt, hard-boiled eggs (with slightly soft yolks) and some cereal available for those who really wanted it. Breakfasts with our friends were leisurely, filled with lively conversation.