It's a call to my roots as well as a call to nature. I'm determined to simplify my life. The graduating class last year numbered about 12. This morning a teacher with two chaperones was on the 7 am ferry, taking 5 boys and 3 girls, ranging in age from about 9-13 on a field trip to Milwaukee. An eighth grade girl told me how much she enjoyed living on the Island after leaving Bloomington, IL two years ago.
Most kids chafe to get away, but, if heritage is important, the local scene is like a siren call.
Even arranged for private weaving lessons when my family and I return in June. Whether they want it or not, I'm going to submit my mother's day poem and journal observations to the local newspaper. My days on Washington Island were heavenly.