Author: karenlee

Her tongue was as sharp as her pencil. Stop by and meet our Malevolent Matriarch!

Letter #2: February 10, 1889

INTO IRONWOOD I don’t know cold, or what it’s like to experience a truly, deep cold winter. I’ve been neatly tucked away somewhere in the Pacific Northwest most of my life. I haven’t experienced bitter, biting winters next to Lake Superior. We are pretty spoiled in the garden department as well; what we plant grows…

Letter #1: January 27, 1889

INTO IRONWOOD Some of you are familiar with my series about my great grandma, Orah Myrtle Butterfield (the link takes you to the first entry titled Cherry Season). I stared a series about her for several reasons. At first it was to preserve our family history, but also because her letters were shocking. Hundreds of…

Stance

I don’t think there is any truth. There are only points of view. Allen Ginsberg We came upon this lovely hunk of furniture on one of our favorite Oregon hiking trails. What do you see?