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  1. Friday, January 1, 1982 · Don Krumpos

    Mader's

    As a child, Milwaukee felt less like a city than a foreign country. To get there from the Door Peninsula farm already felt like crossing worlds—leaving fields, machine sheds, and county roads for expressways, brick facades, traffic, and the unnerving…

  2. Saturday, January 1, 1983 · Don Krumpos

    Harold and the Laying on of Hands

    Some of my clearest childhood memories of church are not from Sunday worship itself but from the odd currents that swirled around it—potlucks, basement coffee, revival language drifting through fellowship halls, and certain visitors who seemed to arrive from a…

  3. Saturday, January 1, 1983 · Don Krumpos

    Light on a Living Room Wall

    Before I knew Europe as geography, I knew it as light on a living room wall. My father had a slide projector—I can still hear, or think I can hear, the dry mechanical click of the carousel advancing, the brief…

  4. Monday, July 1, 1985 · Don Krumpos

    Talked Us Free

    My father believed in long drives. Not the modern kind, broken by motels and careful pacing, but marathon drives measured in thermoses. Twelve hours. Sometimes fifteen. He did almost all of it himself, hands steady on the wheel, one elbow…

  5. Tuesday, July 1, 1986 · Don Krumpos

    The Cost of Work

    I grew up believing my father could do almost anything. He could fell trees, pour concrete, rebuild chimneys, coax tomatoes from difficult soil, repair old machinery with improvised brilliance, and somehow keep a farmstead, a house, gardens, animals, and a…