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Books by author Kathy Noltze:

 

Ulao

Available at Amazon and other booksellers. Or for a copy, visit the Washington County Historical Society in West Bend, WI. Also can be purchased in Wisconsin at the Port Washington Historical Society. See their website for opening hours.

 

 

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Kathy Noltze's

Portals to Europe

 

Folkestone and

 Bits of Britain

 

Flanders:

Bits of Belgium

 

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Bournemouth photos

Cologne photos

Good King Wenceslas

Krakow photos

Montezuma Castle

Reclaimed info

Warsaw photos

 

 

$29K

Two +/- densely wooded acres in Wisconsin's Northwoods. Bounded by residences on acreage, zoned commercial on primary road. Paved. Rural character, walk to Conover amenities. Electricity to lot line. Pound or drill well, put in septic. Taxes: $175.77. (Yes, the whole year.)

Tax parcel #8-817

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Last of the Summer Wine country photos by

 Kathy Noltze.

 

Clifton Suspension Bridge

Read here.

 

See Portsmouth page.

Portchester Castle

 

Scotland

Cliff walk at Dunbar

It's just steps to the beach.

 

©RJH

The earth is marked with American cemeteries packed with the

graves of Americans who died for us, people they didn't even

know.  Memorial Day 2016: we remember.

 

One day, I took the "train" up and down the shoreline.

It operates on tires on the sidewalk and a person can

walk faster than what this chugs along, but I got to see

the coast of Weston-super-Mare and wave to the

  pedestrians who passed us.

 

When the tide is out in Weston-super-Mare, you can ride a donkey on the beach, if you are so inclined.

A nit-picker was hard at work on the back of one donkey, picking his nits.

 

Tea at sidewalk café, Weston-super-Mare

 

You'd think one could get away from American campaign news while abroad

but, as you can see from the reflection in the mirror, the reporter is in front of

 the White House, reporting on the campaign.

 

A rainy day in the park...

 

A pewter sculpture, a crystal vase, a brass plaque...  you never know what easy-to-pack

 souvenirs await my perusal at the charity shops.  And, I feel good about supporting them.

 

I count myself lucky, even though

this is pence per litre.

 

When the tide is out, there are acres and acres of sandy beach. You can walk on the mudflats at your own peril past the end of the pier (I saw a dicey person do so.). Locals affectionately call the town "Weston-super-Mud." When the tide goes out, the metal detectors appear. Bristol Channel comes up all the way to the promenade (below) when the tide is in.

 

 

This is the first hotel built in Weston-super-Mare, constructed in 1810.

WsM uses a hyphenated name to distinguish it from other Westons in Britain.

The town was host to many American troops during WWII prior to the Normandy Invasion.

 

They conceal pedestrians?

 

As always, I was aware of the delightful differences in culture

between desert communities and seaside resorts in the UK.

Here I am on the boardwalk at Weston-super-Mare. Tide is in.

 

Jill's Garden, Weston-super-Mare

Named for Jill Dando, the TV

presenter who was murdered

 

Queen's Park, Swindon UK

 

Star-gazing?

 

Sizing up the mornings' offerings

 

♪♫...People say we monkey around...♫♪

The funny guy in our family took me to the zoo, but they wouldn't take me.

 

Sometimes I feel like a nut.

A day in the Rim Country

 

Kathy Noltze's been to Eton (for lunch). Watch this website for her latest photos.

 

Two people, two weeks, two suitcases...

 

It's surprising how much you can see from the front seat.

This was the top deck of a local double-decker bus.

 

Table with a view

One Sunday, I dined at the York Hotel Restaurant, Sunday Carvery.

 

Walk on water?

When the tide is in, one must use the guideposts to get to shore, as the path is flooded.

 

This little fellow and his mom & four siblings sauntered across my path in Queen's Park, Swindon.

 

The tide was out when I went to the Seaquarium (above).

One foolhardy fellow walked out onto the mudflats.

 

This guy appeared to understand American English.

 

Any port in a storm:

He's resting his weary feet.

 

Start kissing goodbye early

so the train can leave on time.

 

A good place for cream tea is at the tip of the coastal footpath in Weston-super-Mare.

 

Too many chips

Toward the end of my stay, I became vigilant about what I ordered to eat

because everything comes with chips (french fries), even breakfast.

 

Once again I managed to by-step the City of London by taking connecting trains out of Heathrow.

After many times in London, I found that I enjoy broader Britain more. One never wearies of London, but the UK has so much more to offer. (It's like foreigners coming to the US, visiting New York and Las Vegas, and thinking they've seen the USA.) This time, the resort town of Weston-super-Mare was on the itinerary, with stops in Slough and Swindon. Life in each of them is totally different from life in the desert. The H&H connection is a well-kept secret for which you must ask if you don't want to be routed through London Paddington. Point-to-point is the key.

 

©RJH

 

Daydreamer...

 

Greeting another day at the lake scrounging for goodies on the shore...

 

Looking for a hand-out...

this javelina family strolled across my patio and

hung around to see if that Big Guy would feed them.

 

Isn't there a men's haircut called the Duck's Ass?

 

Along the trail in Christ Church Meadows

 

   

Moreton-in-Marsh was one of the side trips I took

while in the Cotswolds. Cream tea was on the agenda.

 

Kathy Noltze's been to Oxford (on the train).

I returned from a fun-filled week in Oxford,

where just walking across the grounds of

Christ Church College raised my IQ by 2 points.

 

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March in such a way that

others will wish to join us.

       –-Hubert H. Humphrey

You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.

–Abraham Lincoln

Numbering your possessions

invites fate to take them away.

My great grandparents rode horses but were afraid to take the train. My grandparents took the train but were afraid to drive. My parents drove but were afraid to fly. I fly but I'm afraid to ride a horse.

He is not happy who does not

think himself so. –Roman Wisdom

A civilization flourishes when people plant trees under whose shade they will never sit.

                                          –Unknown

...I learned this... that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.

–Henry David Thoreau

But dost thou love Life, then do not squander Time, for that's the Stuff Life is made of.

–Benjamin Franklin

The Sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

–Ralph Waldo Emerson

A large red drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone.

–John Steinbeck

The soul awakes...between two dim eternities–the eternal past,

the eternal future.

–Harriet Beecher Stowe

Nature Calls:

Ducks the Issue.

Kathy Noltze's photographs of

not-so-wild life on canals and

riversof northern England

 

Bournemouth photos

Cologne photos

Good King Wenceslas info

Krakow photos

Reclaimed info

Warsaw photos

Signs of the times:

Gargoyle on York Minster appears baffled; maybe he's trying to decipher signs.

 

♫♪Yellow Ribbon

I made a wrong turn when I departed the train station and found myself on a lonely street in Bad Godesberg, Germany. Godesburg ruins (notice spelling difference) was my aim but here I was in an isolated residential area. Suddenly I heard music, an American song, and I followed my ears, which ended up at a bandstand between a lively duck pond and a terrace of tea-drinkers who were startled to see me pop through the hedge. An orchestra on the bandstand played "...tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree..."

     Such are the memories that a song or smell evokes. The boss of the dials at our house had dialed a mellow-listening station and I was transported across time and distance.

Skuhrov, Czech Republic

Genealogy studies found me in  Czech Republic a few years

ago digging up Bohemian ancestors. This church in what was formerly Rathsdorf has a monument in its cemetery to residents who were killed in WWI; on the monument are inscribed the names of several Doubrawas and lots of Zimprichs, names familiar to many people in Wisconsin. Skuhrov/Rathsdorf can be  reached by train from Prague to Ceska Trebova and then about 7 miles by local bus.

 

Desert living isn't for the faint of heart.

 

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