Those of us who have moved away from up der in da north probably only have plenty of fond memories of our years growing up there. Perhaps we remember those bitter cold winters complete with snow banks taller than cars or of being chased off of that favorite fishing stream by a cloud of ‘skeeters’ or deer flies. Maybe it was that winter, that was so cold, everybody’s plumbing froze up.    

But we also hold on to other memories from the U.P. such as a little slower pace of life, our friends and families back there, that unique cuisine (pasties, smoked fish & squeaky cheese) we miss so much and the beauty of our lakes and woodlands (especially in the fall). We probably shouldn’t forget all those jokes and stories told around hunting camps either!  

Those memories we hold so dear to us gives us the right to still call ourselves ‘Yoopers’. May we always be truly grateful of this.