A baby named Israel
Gleaned from a web conversation with Joe May recently
Used by permission
When I moved here my nearest neighbor to the west was 27 miles away. All I knew was their last name. One winter day a knock on the door revealed a woman with a baby all wrapped in blankets. She handed me the baby and a diaper bag and said, "I'm Diane...emergency in town...back in 4 or 5 days...his name is Israel...instructions in the bag"... and she ran for her snow machine. I lived alone then and learned a lot in a hurry. We had a good laugh with a cup of tea when she returned. It's how it was here then.
Israel survived, grew and prospered in the 45 years since.
And there’s a back story:
These people from my corner of Wisconsin I was to learn later. Long ago when a teen she, with her twin sister went to Africa and WALKED across the continent. At what latitude I don't know. That's kind of the kind of people we had here at one time. Her husband built a steam powered paddle wheeler at their homestead on the upper Skwentna..
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