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09/12/2026

We received a special note from Sweden, and wanted to share the warm thoughts and encouragement on the upcoming celebrations in Bishop Hill. This comes from the Society in the town where Erik Jansson was born.

Bishop Hill Sällskapet - thank you for taking time to send us your special greetings for today!

Today is the Day!
180 years for Bishop Hill
130 years for Old Settlers'
165 years for the Colony School

Come join us in the Celebration! 🇸🇪🇺🇸

25 years.I was 22.It was a gorgeous blue-sky Tuesday morning, and I was on my way to work.A firetruck went racing past u...
09/11/2026

25 years.

I was 22.

It was a gorgeous blue-sky Tuesday morning, and I was on my way to work.

A firetruck went racing past us, sirens blaring. We stopped at a bodega to see what was happening. A plane had hit the World Trade Center.

I remember thinking, That’s so sad for the passengers. But they’ll put out the fire.

I think about that thought sometimes…the complete luxury of naïveté in those few minutes before we understood.

I still wonder about that firetruck. If it made it downtown. Whether the people inside made it home that night.

There is so much I remember about that day. The brilliant blue sky. Phones that didn’t work. The silence of New York the next morning. Church doors standing wide open. People simply sitting beside one another.

And the kindness.

So much kindness.

I met the man who would become my husband for coffee that morning. I spent the day with a dear friend who is no longer here. The building I worked in is no longer there.

And somehow, 25 years are.

I wrote a little more about that day…and what has stayed with me, in today’s Substack.

Today, I’m thinking about all the people who didn’t get these 25 years, and all the people who have spent them carrying someone they loved with them.

September 11, 2001.

We remember.

180 YEARS.This weekend, Bishop Hill celebrates 180 years.In 1846, a group of Swedish immigrants crossed an ocean and cam...
09/11/2026

180 YEARS.

This weekend, Bishop Hill celebrates 180 years.

In 1846, a group of Swedish immigrants crossed an ocean and came to the Illinois prairie carrying what they could…and imagining what might be possible here.

They built homes. Planted fields. Opened businesses. Made art and music. Raised families. Created traditions.

And somehow, 180 years later, this little village is still doing those things.

People are still making things here.
Still opening the doors of old buildings.
Still gathering in the park.
Still welcoming people from near and far.
Still finding ways to carry the story forward.

All weekend long, Bishop Hill will be marking its 180th anniversary, and we hope you’ll come be part of it.

We made something special to remember this particular moment.

Our new 180 Years poster is inspired by the journey that began this place…and by three little Swedish words that seem to hold so much of its story:

Hem. Hopp. Här.
Home. Hope. Here.

1846–2026.

What an extraordinary thing it is to call this village home.

💙💛

Let’s Bishop Hill.

Midweek Mys: Historic renovation almost never makes sense on paper.We’ve tried…many times. Math rarely, if ever, maths....
09/10/2026

Midweek Mys: Historic renovation almost never makes sense on paper.

We’ve tried…many times. Math rarely, if ever, maths.

There will not be straight lines. Like, any…even with new walls.

We will hang a gallery wall by sight because a level will incite marital counseling.

And at some point, any serious conversation about ROI evolves into straight comedy.

But here’s the thing..It feels a certain way.

There is something about walking into a place that has been here much longer than you have. Seeing the evidence of the people who came before you…the good and DIY (omg 🤦🏼‍♀️). There’s something about the layers of life and story. There’s something about adding details of your own without erasing what was already there.

Our time in these places is such an insignificant blip in their timeline. And somehow, that makes caring for them feel even more significant.

If we’re going to invest the time and the money and the energy anyway, I want that feeling- even if along the way, it drives me to say horrid phrases like, ‘never again.’

I want the crooked walls.

I want the history.

I want to save, restore, revive and then, eventually, let someone else carry the story forward.

Maybe that’s part of what a sense of place is…knowing that something doesn’t have to begin or end with you to be worth caring for. And trusting yourself to feel that ‘you simply just love it’ - and that’s the only explanation you need. 💙💛

09/09/2026

Every so often, another article about Bishop Hill finds its way to us.

A hidden gem.

A living dreamscape.

A little quiet magic.

“The real deal.”

Different writers keep reaching for different words to describe what happens when you come here.

And I always smile a little.

Because they’re all trying to describe the same thing.

There is something about Bishop Hill that is difficult to explain until you’ve been here.

It’s history, certainly. But it’s more than historic buildings.

It’s the art. The food. The people. The park. The shops and museums. The traditions. The memories. The treasured milestones. The descendants who still carry the stories. The people who volunteer, preserve, restore, plant, paint, bake, make, open the doors and keep showing up.

It’s a place that still feels distinctly like itself.

And this weekend, that feels especially worth celebrating.

Bishop Hill was founded in 1846.

180 years ago.

H.WYATT has only been part of this story for four of them.

What a privilege it is to get to add our very small chapter to a place people have been loving, preserving and returning to for generations.

Happy 180th, Bishop Hill.

Still charming. Still a little magical. Still worth the trip. 💙💛

Every so often, another article about Bishop Hill finds its way to us.A hidden gem.A living dreamscape.A little quiet ma...
09/09/2026

Every so often, another article about Bishop Hill finds its way to us.

A hidden gem.

A living dreamscape.

A little quiet magic.

“The real deal.”

Different writers keep reaching for different words to describe what happens when you come here.

And I always smile a little.

Because they’re all trying to describe the same thing.

There is something about Bishop Hill that is difficult to explain until you’ve been here.

It’s history, certainly. But it’s more than historic buildings.

It’s the art. The food. The people. The memories. The treasured milestones. The park. The shops and museums. The traditions. The descendants who still carry the stories. The people who volunteer, preserve, restore, plant, paint, bake, make, open the doors and keep showing up.

It’s a place that still feels distinctly like itself.

And this weekend, that feels especially worth celebrating.

Bishop Hill was founded in 1846.

180 years ago.

H.WYATT has only been part of this story for four of them.

What a privilege it is to get to add our very small chapter to a place people have been loving, preserving and returning to for generations.

Happy 180th, Bishop Hill.

Still charming. Still magical. Still worth the trip. 💙💛

09/07/2026

See you tomorrow! *special hours* We’re open Labor Day 11am-4pm

09/01/2026

September: Comin’ in a little hot 😳but here we are, already!
I learned something this summer. Or maybe I relearned it.

This summer brought some new challenges. Steep ones.

The biggest wasn’t a surprise…I knew it was coming. And I know I can do hard things. I’m capable. I’m competent. (That confidence is hard-earned 💛). But sometimes the things that uniquely test us have a way of inviting self-doubt in. Insecurity.

Can I really do this? Do I have enough time? Enough energy? Do I know enough? What if I get it wrong?

And sometimes those questions don’t stop us. They just delay us…and make everything more rushed and potentially less enjoyable.

The most nourishing lesson I’m imprinting from this summer is remarkably simple:

Just. Start.

You don’t have to know how you’re going to do the whole thing. You don’t need all the answers or all the energy or even all the confidence you’ll eventually need.

You just need enough for the first step.

And it’s funny what happens after that. You learn something…Then you can do a little more. Something that felt hard becomes familiar. You figure out the next thing. You get stronger.

Not BEFORE you begin….along the way 😉

08/31/2026

Saffron corms have arrived! Saffron is an essential winter spice in Sweden…arriving via trade routes in the 1300’s- it’s bright yellow color became a symbol of light during the dark, cold Swedish winters. It’s most famously used to bake golden lussekatter (saffron buns) for Saint Lucia’s Day or Festival of Light on December 13💙💛

08/28/2026

More fun at Galva Public Library…sock puppets! 🤗 New Calendar, New Books, New Projects…so lucky to have them as our local library 💙💛

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