v. trans·plant·ed, trans·plant·ing, trans·plantsv.tr.
1. To uproot and replant (a growing plant).
2. To transfer from one place or residence to another; resettle or relocate: residents were transplanted to the suburbs during the massive reconstruction project.
I am a transplant. My husband and I transplanted to Barron County just about 19 years ago. We both are Wisconsin born and raised. Ahhh, but we are from a different area of Wisconsin. And one would never know how different people can be just with in your own State! I am going to start a new series of stories here on The River, stories about my adventures of trying to "fit" in the "my new neck of the woods" in Wisconsin. I hope it will make you laugh, maybe feel a little sorry for me and that you will share stories with me if you are a transplant.
My husband moved to the area in August 1997. We moved to the area because my husband was hired for an amazing company (he is still with that company and it is a great place to work, a true blessing). I did not move to Barron County until December 1997. I did not move right away, because I had this amazing, fun job that I loved. I had been working with this company in my hometown going on three years. And no, I did not want to leave my parents, my hometown, my job or all my friends. So I stayed behind....my thought processes being, I just want to be sure my husband likes his career before I decide to resign from my job. I would live with my parents during the week and head over to be with my husband in the land of Barron County during the weekends. Well, my husband liked his job, it was time for me to say good - bye to my hometown, my job, my family, my friends, my comfort. I headed to Barron County. My husband and I rented a duplex at first in the small town of Chetek. My husband worked in Cameron. After living in the area for three days, I was on my way back to our duplex in Chetek from visiting my husband at his work. I was leaving the small town of Cameron on the highway, I was past the high school, heading into rural area and I picked up the speed to 55 MPH. Ahhh, I did not see the speed limit sign. Flashing lights!! I pulled over, just about ready to cry. The officer was not kind, I tried to explain I was new to the area, note my address change on the back of my drivers license. I tried to explain I did not see the speed limit, still trying to continue that I was new to the area. He handed me a ticket for speeding!! And to top it off, he said " And have a nice birthday." Yep, it was my birthday, I received a speeding ticket, three days after leaving my hometown, my job, my family, my friends, my comfort....to the land of mean police officers!!
I cried and cried!
Welcome to Barron County... you are a transplant! Until next time....