Hobson’s Resort Lake Jefferson MN 1950’s

My parents – never set out to build a fishing resort. My dad had been in the army for five years when WWII ended. After discharge, the family moved back to the home town, and started looking for a way to make a living.  

They bought an old rickety house on the lake.   After enclosing the porch, they turned the room into a little gambling spot with slot machines. 

The two of them had just settled into a comfortable living, when Luther Youngdahl was elected governor. He had promised to crack down on illegal gambling in the state. Then  he did just that.

One of those little home grown places belonged to my mother and father. Before they knew it, they were shut down. Slot machines were confiscated. My parents were left to find their way, all over again. By then there were three small children, depending upon them.  

Desperate times demand desperate measures.   Having just lost their source of income,  a cabin was built, with hopes that someone would come and rent it. Others would follow, along with boats, bar, restaurant and all the rest.

My life was forever altered. I would not grow up in a casino. The truth is, I owe Gov. Youngdahl for a very different, and I suspect, more wholesome life.  When our plans go awry, it may be that God has something better planned for us, if we open our heart and mind to see it.

For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
nor are your ways my ways, says the Lord.

For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:8-9