July 31: Madison, Wisconsin via Ripon

We took a detour a bit north to Ripon, Wisconsin, the town where I was born but which I only dimly remember because we moved away then I was three.

The address of the house where we lived is on my birth certificate, and Siri found it with no trouble:

One of my dim memories is that the house was white, but that of course can easily change in 70 years. Also that it was bigger, but it would be me, not the house that has changed in that respect.

There were at least 3 apartments--ours was upstairs and the bow-shaped room was our bedroom. There were kids cut-out pictures in the window, so it is still a kid(s)' bedroom.