An Incredible Place Called Nimrod

Every year around this time, family members gather in an incredibly amazing place called Nimrod, Minnesota. Some travel from Las Vegas, Nevada. Some travel from The Cities (that would be Minneapolis and St. Paul, of course). Some travel from Keewatin. Some don’t even have to travel!

Nimrod

Some gather to hunt the White-Tailed Deer.

Scott and his son

Some gather to share a meal. Some gather to share a beverage. Some gather just for a chance to get some hugs and kisses.

Auntie, Bunn, Tamera and Dusty

Even though it’s technically about the hunt, we all know it’s really all about family.

Bunn, Mark, Dusty and some weather guy

This is the place where my father grew up — it’s always been a small town with a great heart and a reputation for rowdy residents. But as a child, I knew that Nimrod was where Grandma lived and as we rounded the corner of the highway that leads into town, we would strain to look ahead and try to be the first one to shout out, “First to see Nimrod!”

I laugh now to think that being the first one to see the city limits sign was a HUGE deal to us kids. Joy!

Nimrod and Grandma’s house (which is now Auntie’s house) is set along the Crow Wing River which is a peaceful, ever-flowing tributary to the Mighty Mississippi. As we played in the water and sat on the shore and canoed and built forts and camps and hollered in the Crow Wing River, memories were stacking up in our hearts and we didn’t even know it.

Several generations of Frames, Hames and Sternbergs have lived out their lives in Nimrod, and a river flows through us as much as it flows under the Nimrod bridge and past Grandma’s house. I guess Mother Goose is just in replay mode this morning…

Wishing I was here today...

Wishing I was here today…

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10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. jeff noel
    Nov 15, 2013 @ 06:48:13

    What an awesome post about the passing of time, Family traditions, and the joy in fond memories, and the hope of life ahead.

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    • Natalie
      Nov 15, 2013 @ 07:46:47

      Thank you, Jeff. I have enough Nimrodian memories to write books and books about the place and the people there… Maybe I’ll start today!

      Reply

  2. Bunn
    Nov 15, 2013 @ 07:35:51

    Ahhh such a sweet story!! Thanks for writing this!

    Reply

  3. Bunn
    Nov 15, 2013 @ 07:37:08

    Ohhh and I did shout out as we rounded the corner “first to see Nimrod” lol

    Reply

  4. charliesixty
    Nov 15, 2013 @ 18:50:43

    Nimrod… not so far from me here in Brainerd…. and oh my yes…it is ‘out there’ in deer hunting territory…. hope you enjoyed your stay…

    Reply

    • Natalie
      Nov 17, 2013 @ 05:17:49

      Dear Charlie, I wish I could say that I was there…my precious sister shared her pictures with me. I forgot to mention that she and my cousins and Auntie had dinner in Huntersville, just up the road. Another cousin owns a nice eating establishment there.
      By the way, if you’re on Facebook, there’s a group called Beautiful Photos of the Mesabi Iron Range. And the photos are TRULY beautiful.
      Take care, Charlie — thanks for dropping by to visit with Mother Goose!

      Reply

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