On the few occasions when I get the chance to get inside a small aircraft and fly over the city, I am always struck by how this change of perspective really affects me. The whole geography changes. Places appear so much closer to each other as you see over roofs and trees. Your perspective broadens. Details get lost. Even people become smaller and less noticeable as they get lost in the landscape, the gridlock of streets and roofs.
Other things that go unnoticed on the ground jump out at you, like the white wake left behind by boats plying the water. They appear as white brush strokes against the dark water.
Iola Rosenbaum loved craftmaking — knitting, quilting, crocheting, you name it — her entire life.
Shortly before her death in February 2013 at age 98, Rosenbaum — who lived in western Wisconsin but has several family members in the Kenosha/Racine area — was still going strong.
Some words just won’t accurately represent what or why Elizabeth Harris does what she does.
You may label it her hobby or creative outlet, even her way of making cheap, yet thoughtful gifts.
Why does a 105-year-old, gold-colored medallion with a black cross in its center — that belonged to a woman she never met — mean so much to Kenosha resident Jean Preston?
Because it helps Preston imagine what her maternal grandmother, Mary (Borgerding) Broermann, was like.
John Gregory never pictured himself turning 80.
“No,” he says, before pausing momentarily, and laughing. “Not until I was 79.”
When Bob Crane was a teenager back in 1969, his family bought a neighbor’s herd of milk cows.
Each cow in that herd had a name that started with the letter “B.” That’s when the tradition began at Crane Farms, located in Brighton: Just about all of the cows produced by the farm have been given “B” names since 1969.