I'm up here researching Buttons and Bones. Last time I was here, I had trouble finding out where the German POW camp was located. Several people here in Longville told me various locations, but none panned out. I was aimed at a location in Remer, about twenty-five miles from here, but when I drove to that location, there was nothing at all to be seen. After sixty years, I suppose that was to be expected; at least everyone in Remer who knew about the camp agreed on its location.
Violet and her husband owned a chunk of land in a section of Cass County adjacent to the area being logged and remembers hearing them laughing and talking as they worked. She says they were brought out and taken home in canvas-topped army trucks, and a hot lunch was brought to them in the forest. She says they cleaned up after themselves; her husband, a hunter, never found any trash in the areas he hunted after they were gone.
And so long as we were going to Walker, I wanted to continue up the road to Lake Itaska, where the Mississippi River begins as a little stream rolling out of the lake. I think it’s some kind of law that every young Minnesotan has to go see it and "walk across the Mississippi" on the stones sticking out of the water right where the flow begins. As we arrived, the sun came out for the first time since we arrived. And after thirty years in the state, I joined the little children and very carefully stepped from stone to stone across the stream, which is about thirty feet across. Here’s a photograph of me pausing to think about my next step, the only way I got across without slipping and falling in. Note the ages of my follow travelers!