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A Secret Garden of Elkhart Lake

A Secret Garden of Elkhart Lake

One of my favorite spots when walking around my small town of Elkhart Lake (well, actually I do have many!) is past Victorian Village Resort.

Originally it was named Rustic House and was built in 1872. Fire would destroy the hotel in 1890, but it was rebuilt, and then named Lake View House . Today the building is called The Grand Victorian Lady at Victorian Village Resort having gone through a renovation in 1999.

The sidewalk running past the hotel is lined with trees that act like an umbrella over the walkway for about a block long. It always feels like I am entering a secret garden.

It never fails that Gidget and I see at least one squirrel bounding through the big yard outside the hotel who quickly scurries up a tree when he sees us.

It will be just a few short weeks and then the hydrangea’s will be in full bloom which will add to the beauty of this exquisite spot.

Every time I walk through this magical portal of trees, flowers, bunnies and squirrels, I never want to come out the other side. But eventually I do.

Luckily it continues to be quite enchanting with a white cottage with yellow shutters that I adore as we stroll by. Then right after that our beautiful lake captures my attention and draws me in.

The Native Americans (the Potawatomi Indians, the original tribe of the area) believed the water of the lake to have curative powers. If they bathed in them, they would be “rejuvenated and handsome again.”

But soon enough this street that leads through the secret garden, past the darling cottage, and to the lake, will be lined with many vintage cars which come in for the weekend mid-July. The secret garden is then no longer secret with thousands of visitors strolling by admiring the old cars.

But if you are smart, you can take full advantage of this magical walk in the early hours of the morning thus carrying it in your heart for the rest of the day.

Living Worlds Apart – Love of Special Needs Dachshunds Brings Us Together

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Gidget, me, Paulo and Ellen at our local cafe in Elkhart Lake, Off the Rail

When I decided to take a leap of faith and write my children’s books about my dachshund, Frankie, in a wheelchair, and then my memoir Through Frankie’s Eyes, little did I know who I’d meet along the way.

I just knew I had to tell Frankie’s story. I just knew I wanted to make a difference. I just knew I wanted to give others hope.

Writing my books has connected me to some truly wonderful people. Paulo and Ellen are two of those people – friends, really, because we will forever share a bond because of our love of dachshunds.

Not only that, but both our dogs came down with Intervertebral Disc Disease (IVDD) and needed a wheelchair to help them move around.

Paulo, half way around the world, lives in Brazil and found out about me, Frankie, and our story. Initially he came across me via the great organization, Dodgerslist which helps pet owners whose dogs have been diagnosed with IVDD.

I still remember receiving an email from him asking if I could send my memoir to him in Brazil even though it was going to cost him quite a bit to have me ship it internationally. I was so honored and touched.

Paulo is Italian, but his parents feared Hitler and what was happening in Germany during that reign of terror. His parents traveled to Holland thinking they’d be safe there, but after crossing into Holland without even realizing it, they feared Hitler and his army could do the same just as easily.

His father wanted an ocean between him and his wife and that terrible time in history, so they ventured to Brazil. This is where Paulo was born and has lived for most of his life.

He attended an American school in Brazil which helped him to get into UW-Madison, Wisconsin, where he studied for 12-years.  To think he was only two hours away from me during that time!

But it would first be yesterday that we met in person right here in my small village of 950 people in Elkhart Lake.

Being a car enthusiast he has been to Elkhart Lake a few times and the last time in 2011 to see the races at our well known track, Road America. When I think about the fact that he was here about 9 months before Frankie passed away, I wish he could have met her.

But it wasn’t meant to be and it was only when his Poncho went down with IVDD that he discovered my story and the connection was made.

Back in Elkhart Lake this weekend for the spring vintage car races at Road America, he looked me up on Facebook and sent me a message—could we meet for coffee?

It was sunny and in the upper 60s yesterday and perfect for us to sit outside. I was able to bring Gidget along for him and his wife, Ellen to meet, and their friend Tom, who joined us also.

The spirits of Frankie and Poncho were in my heart as we sat together, talking about our beloved dachshunds and getting to know each other better.

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Paulo and his belated, beloved Poncho

I really didn’t want the time to end because being with them felt familiar in that our journey’s so similar. But most of all, the love we shared for our special needs dogs is something that has changed us all for the better.

And what brought us together even though we live worlds apart.

It was a magical morning and a memory I’ll carry in my heart right along with Frankie who resides snug and sound as the little dog on wheels who made this all possible.

Safe travels home my friends always, Paulo and Ellen!

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Small Town Living is My Heart

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I never get tired of my small town. With spring now here, taking walks through town with Gidget in her stroller, my heart soars as my eyes take in all the quaintness that small town living offers.

We are technically called a village with a population of about 948 and we are populated well over thousands during the summer, being that we are a popular tourist destination. If you are a race fan, Road America race track is known as one of the best in the country.

The railroad track, which runs through the hub of downtown, quiet for many years, is making its return soon with trains that will run through here again.

A few times I’ve heard the whistle of a train going through, as work is being done to restore the tracks, not only here, but in neighboring cities too. I look forward to many more moments of this sweet sound to make me pause, listen and capture another reason why I love this little town I call home. And a town that will forever have my heart.

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