Tag Archives: memories

Trip photos that mean something to me

This will not be your usual travelogue.  You know how you sit down after a trip and prepare to tell a story.  You say:  we went here, here and here.  We did this, this and that.  We traveled up and … Continue reading

Posted in June 2018 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 44 Comments

100% Backwoods Yooper

Last week Barry and I drove to a Baraga-Ontonagon high school basketball tournament, about an hour from where we live.  We found ourselves ‘way back in the Upper Peninsula (Yooper) backwoods, re-living a family memory from the early 1980’s. Barry … Continue reading

Posted in March 2015 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 67 Comments

My first love…before Lake Superior

Perhaps some of you might be surprised to know that my love of Lake Superior birthed on the shores of Lake Huron.  Shall I share about my first love down in lower Michigan, that long arm of the Great Lakes reaching … Continue reading

Posted in August 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 32 Comments

Fire burns family building on Main Street in Yale, Michigan

Last Tuesday morning, just before Barry and I drove to Marquette for a lovely pre-Valentines Day weekend getaway, my mom emailed. The Dodge Garage building, owned by my mother,  in my hometown of Yale in the Thumb of Michigan, was … Continue reading

Posted in February 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 36 Comments

Happy 81st Birthday, Mom!

Dear Mom, It is so wonderful to be at Fort Myers Beach celebrating your 81st birthday with you! As we said this morning while shelling and birding along the beach, “It doesn’t get much better than this…” Spending these days … Continue reading

Posted in November 2013 | Tagged , , , , , , | 31 Comments


Do you remember waiting for your date to arrive back in high school? How you paced, how you fretted, how you secretly feared? Do you remember waiting for your child, your sixteen year old, fresh with driver’s license in wallet, … Continue reading

Posted in September 2013 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 30 Comments

Thirty-five years ago the bridesmaids wore yellow

Thirty-five years ago the bridesmaids wore yellow. A hot yellow sun oven-baked the Methodist church on September 9th, 1978.  We sweltered.  We sweated. (OK, maybe it rained.  Maybe the bridesmaids wore baby blue and maybe we married in the Presbyterian … Continue reading

Posted in September 2013 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 61 Comments