William Nelson
Jeanne,
I grew up hearing about Lake Amy Belle quite often, because my maternal grandfather and some other relatives owned several properties there. Mom seemed to love the place while she was in her teens, but for some reason, we never visited there while she was alive. We made contact with some of her cousins and wound up driving out there a few years ago when we were on our annual Wisconsin visit (as we are now). There isn't much public access to the lake, but I saw a group on a pier and asked them if we could take pictures from their pier. Naturally, they were curious about my motives and I explained that my mom's family had ties there. When I told them the family name was Kufaul, they told us we needed to visit Mrs. Betty Kindem, because she was a local historian and lived in my great-grandfather's home! She was one of the most gracious ladies we've ever met and gave me links to some cousins I didn't know I had! She and her late husband, a retired minister, had added a kitchen that blended well with the rest of the home. It was a small, cozy home and we enjoyed seeing some early pictures of it. The Richfield Historical Society had published a book about the lake and Betty and her husband were instrumental in doing the research. We bought a copy of the book and really enjoyed the chapter about the Kufahl era. Betty also took us to meet the family who bought my grandfather’s home. It was severely damaged in a wind storm, so they tore it down and built a new year-round home on the site. They had a picture of the original house hanging near the fireplace and he showed us the view from the front porch, which is positioned like the original had been.
Eventually, Betty had to move closer to her sons in Washington State. She sold the home to a lady who wanted to preserve it. A few months later, the buyer changed her mind and decided she'd tear it down. The Richfield Historical Society finally convinced her to let them take it and remove it from the property. They’ve moved it to their park not far from Holy Hill. The last time we visited the park, the house was still on a corner of the lot and boarded up. They were already restoring a water-driven mill and didn’t have the funds or time to start on the house restoration. We won’t have time this trip to visit that area, but our daughter and granddaughter have both made visits there in the past couple of weeks.
The trees in the area have been turning beautifully. We entered Wisconsin in Hudson, the home of Mary’s brother. We drove across the state from there, through Wautoma, and down to Waukesha on Sunday. It’s been cool and windy, with a couple of fairly heavy rain events. First hard freeze is due tonight. Our granddaughter will be married on Saturday and the weather will be lousy in their honor. It was in the 80’s at home today and the 50’s here. Heading home on Monday. The Souther, the better!
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