Minneapolis, Minnesota is home to Justinia and Harry Wright, sister and brother private detective team. It also happens to be my home.
Minnesnowtans are well acquainted with winter. The cold, the ice, the snow. The traffic jams and snow-clogged streets. Ever try parking at the curb-side meter when the snow is three feet high and the curb is nowhere in sight?
While many of us prefer to worship at the feet of Helios, there are those intrepid sons and daughters of the original settlers in whose veins the blood of ancient Norsemen flows. And they love the winter. Positively love it. Skiing, snowboarding, sledding, and snow angels.
However, I don’t think I’d be far off if I said everyone loves the Yule season. Therefore, in the spirit of the Yuletide, below are pictures of downtown Minneapolis from the 1920s to the present. Happy Holidays!
The picture below is how I remember Nicollet Mall looked when I first moved to Minnesota. Nicollet Mall in the ’70s.
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Christmas is one of the times of year that I sometimes wish I was still in the UK. I have spent the winter season in various places over the years, but I miss the narrow streets and winding lanes of my youth. Lanterns, snow, and mulled wine… especially the mulled wine.
May you and yours have a splendid one… and don’t forget the mulled wine! Cheers!
There is indeed nothing like being home for the holidays. Sadly the “home” of my youth is long gone. Gladly though it still exists in my memory.
And the same to you, Crispian! A happy holiday with plenty of good cheer!
Ah! These are good ones! 🙂
It was fun hunting them down!
Quite festive. I, along with my family, was once stuck in Cottonwood, MN for five days past departure date waiting for a train to arrive through snow drifts. I have also been stuck in the Minneapolis airport due to weather.
Happy Winter Solstice, CW.
And to you, Alice!