Hydeout in Highmore Blog

Enjoy!

Becoming Involved In My Community – Who Am I?
Becoming Involved In My Community – Who Am I?

  Becoming involved in my community, hasn't been an easy journey.  In life, we each take our own path.   Some people are natural born extroverts, who can jump in and take part in activities.  Well, that was not me.  By nature, I am cautious and unsure.     For my...

Hydeout Bed & Breakfast – Helen’s Room
Hydeout Bed & Breakfast – Helen’s Room

 WHO WAS HELEN:  Helen Sternhagen was my grandparent that I knew the best, and spent the most time while growing up.  She was a complicated woman.  And, I was one of her favorites.  Yes, she admitted she had favorites.  Most grandparents wouldn't ever say that.  But,...

Returning to my hometown
Returning to my hometown

Recently, my mom and I, traveled back to my hometown of Scotland, SD for a funeral of a family friend.  When you go to a funeral it is to honor that person and to be there for the family.  However, sometimes you need to go for yourself too. And I mean that on so many...

Mary’s room
Mary’s room

Back when we were in the planning stages of the bed and breakfast, we needed a way to name or number the bedrooms.  Mary’s room had a name on it from the previous owners.  Their daughters’ name is Mary and as is my mom.  So, it made sense for us to use either our mom...

Organizing myself when my mind is scattered
Organizing myself when my mind is scattered

  When I worked at Wal-Mart, January meant we featured lots of items for organizing.  Whether it was new calendars, date books, file folders, or totes for storage, everything you could possibly need a fresh new year, we had it.   Who doesn't want new stuff?  Most...

The man I never knew
The man I never knew

In April of 1967, William Sternhagen passed away.  My entire life, all I ever heard is that, he was an amazing man and that I missed out in knowing him.  From the sounds of it, he must have been the opposite of my grandma, Helen, his wife.  Which means, they balanced...

Shirley’s room
Shirley’s room

Each of our rooms are named after a different person in John and I's life, either our mom or grandma.  Shirley's room is named after John's mom.  I never had the pleasure of meeting her.  She passed away in the spring of 1996 and I didn't find John until 2006.  From...

The giving season
The giving season

As I begin writing this, it’s Giving Tuesday.  I’m not sure when it began, but I know it has just been in the last few years.  What a great idea, to encourage everyone to donate to their favorite charities.  There are many deserving of our funds. This time of year, we...

Ukulele and me
Ukulele and me

    When I was growing up, my Dad worked as a superintendent at an apartment complex in Sioux Falls.  He was a pack rat and had a hard time throwing away things, that were "perfectly" good junk.  Well, he was always digging treasures out of the garbage for us.  One of...

Harvesting
Harvesting

     John is in a holding pattern, just anxiously waiting to start harvesting.  Last week, they did try the corn, but it was too wet.  What that means, I really have no idea.  Let's face it, I am not a farmer.  I have no desire to learn about farming.  I am a "town...