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The history of the Spooner area
is thought by many to be about railroads and timber and tall pine country of
the 1800s. In fact, the history of the Spooner area is more than just that. It
is a history of Mother Earth, of Cheyenne, Sioux, Ojibwa and French traders. It
is a rich history steeped in the natural beauty of the land with flowing
streams, cattail swamps, the sounds of ducks and geese, the waving of Wild Rice
in the soft evening breeze and the bright and shiny tip of a fawns nose as it
nuzzles its mother. It is a country rich in the essence of life itself and is
one of the reasons it is so loved by its people.
The heritage of Native Americans
flows out on this land and is seen in the presence of two nearby Ojibwa
reservations at Hertel, Wisconsin ( the St. Croix Band) and Hayward, Wisconsin
(the Lac Couderay Band). Native American Pow Wows put on annually are a sight
to see with as many as 19 or more drum sets participating. Fort Folle LaVoine
north of Webster was the historical gathering point for Native Americans and
French Traders. It has been rebuilt and is a sight worth seeing. The harvest of
food common in the north today is a mirror of what it was three hundred years
ago when Native Americans made Maple Syrup and Maple Sugar in the Spring,
picked Blue Berries in July, harvested Wild Rice and Cranberries in the Fall
and hunted and fished throughout the year. Like Native Americans who moved
twice a year to gather food, Americans today are finding that having a home in
the "cities" and a vacation house in the Spooner area is the best way to enjoy
the many blessings given to us.
What makes the Spooner area so
special? It is the love for the land, for the natural surroundings that come
around the corner at you everyday. It is made up of many things from school
buses filled with children laughing on a wintry day, to watching the swirl of a
trout as it rises to your fly. It is the song of geese in the Fall, of
Chickadees eating your lunch as you sit in a tree stand, of blowing snow
drifting through the door of your ice shanty, of Meadowlarks in the Springtime,
of Black Raspberries hanging heavy in the morning dew, of deer playing in an
open field, of mom or dad sleeping in front of the fireplace.
It is a place of beauty and once
people see it, it becomes a place where everyone would Love to live.
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