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Conclusion
Speak with anyone
who has resided in or near the Kerler House, and
you'll
learn
one thing rather quickly — it was not a house; it was a home. That
sentiment is shared by literally every person interviewed for this
project. The
details of some memories may have faded with
time, but no one has forgotten how they felt growing up in or around
the Kerler House.
Though all but one of the bedrooms now remain vacant, the
beds are
always made and kept ready, for this is home. This is where family
travel hundreds of miles every year to gather at Thanksgiving. This
is where the grandchildren can always count on finding a Christmas tree
abound with presents and Easter baskets overflowing with candy.
This is where music is
made. This is where cookies are baked. This is where Packers games are
watched. This is where peas, beans, corn, and cucumbers are grown and
harvested from the very soil that was tilled more
than 165 years ago. This is where
memories were not just made, but are still being created.
As all who have resided here since 1904 have known, this house
is not
just a house, for wherever family come together...
Edward
and Louis Kerler engaged in
discussion with their nephew in the dining room of Louis' house.
Photo supplied by Frank Baldwin.
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In that
same dining room 110 years later, Jan Brusky and grandson engaged in a
game of Monopoly.
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... is home.
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