In the middle of the Winnetoon Village Park is a tiny log cabin, moved here from its original spot on the Oleson family homestead just a bit south of town. It generates a lot of interest from tourists, especially wondering how a family could live in something so small.
Okay, I confess. I haunt cemeteries digging up dirt on my dearly departed ancestors. I lurk among the gravestones recording information and imagining their lives.
My story is not about my family. It is about finding 27 diaries kept by a gentleman from 1914 until he died in 1939.