This is a true story of my wonderful marriage, and the people involved are still alive except for Dorothy.
Before I retired I was able to buy our lake home in Lac du Flambeau, Wisconsin, and Dorothy would spend summers there with our two youngest children. This was lake property ceded from the Chippewa Indians and had been owned by Dorothy’s aunt.
After my retirement this became our permanent home for next thirty years. People there call it God’s country, because it is so peaceful and quiet—except in the summer with the influx of tourists. For one of the Fourth of July parades in the town, the Broz clan of about twenty joined in. With our yellow T-shirts and our family tree on the back, we all had kazoos, making music as we marched along. We won first prize.
Perhaps some day we might have a St. Dorothy of Lac du Flambeau.