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Hoki and I were down to our last day in Finland. It had been an interesting trip, yet one that was always poised for disaster at the drop of a hat. My intent on going there was to see and spend some time with my two adult children. We also were staying at the home of my ex-mother-in-law. Part of the bargain of our stay at Helena's mother’s house was that my ex-wife, Helena, was not only going to be visiting at the same time, but was going to be ...
... same in the early 1980’s as it had during the previous century. In a tax deal with the Lappeenranta city government, the Wolkoff family donated the house with all its fixtures, fittings and furniture to the city in exchange for planning approval (and tax breaks) on some other family land holdings in the city. It provided mutual benefit to all parties involved, and preserved a slice of 19th Century ...
... visited the smoke sauna on their only previous visit to Finland. Hoki had come full-circle.
By the time they returned from a visit to the smoke sauna, the sun was starting to drop low on the horizon. It was time to make our way back home. When we arrived back at the farm, we cleaned and prepared the forest mushrooms for Helena’s mother. It had been a very rejuvenating afternoon for both Hoki and I. Tomorrow, we would head to the Wolkoff House ...
... and dark. The lower gates opened and we headed out into a boat basin where the cruise boat did a quick turnaround and headed right back into the lock. Water was gravity-drained from Lake Saima into the lock raising us back up to lake level. Interestingly, the upstream gate was not a gate-type where two gates swing to meet in the middle, but a single gate guillotine-type that dropped to the bottom of its guides once the water level inside the lock ...
... Church in Lappeenranta at Christmas-time later that same year. For the next 19 years, a pilgrimage to the farm was at least a yearly event regardless of where we may have been living at the time. Now, it was definitely strange being here on so many levels, the least of which was that my ex, Helena, and daughter, Katja, were also staying here. Katja had moved here in mid-June of this year, and Helena was here for an extended stay ...