Columns

What we carry home

After several delays due to disagreeable weather, Dennis and I assembled my honey extractor yesterday afternoon. Well, let’s say I leaned heavily upon my neighbor’s mechanical experience with wingnuts, bolts and washers. Many moons had passed since I’d successfully...

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Hiram Hoyt family: The Almont years

Editor’s note: This is the second installment in a series about the Hoyt family. Hiram developed his homestead on the south side of Hough Road. He constructed a home and barns and cleared land for the planting of crops. His eldest daughter, Juliana, and her husband,...

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It’s a beautiful morning

My sunrise exercise, I fill two water jugs in the basement washtub, pull on my red chicken boots, and open the sliding door-wall. The hens will be good and thirsty. Stepping into a sunny, newborn day robust with birdsong, the first white dwarf iris to bloom nestled...

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The Hoyt family, one of Almont’s early residents

Editor’s note: This is the first in a two-part series about one of Almont’s early residents, Hiram Hoyt. Hiram Hoyt purchased property in section 32 of Bristol Township, Lapeer County on September 21, 1835. Section 32 is bounded by Bordman Road on the south, Sandhill...

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Ain’t got time to die

Erna parked in my driveway at 5:45 p.m., fifteen minutes earlier than our take-off time. A good friend who resides in Romeo with her husband, I appreciate Erna’s punctuality. She wore a pink jacket and black pants, a floral scarf swathed gracefully around her neck. I...

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The blank page before us

Before me there is a blank page. The blank page represents the start of a new day. Each of us is issued one page at a time. Many are the pages of my previous days, most are filled with little that is remarkable or noteworthy to anyone else, but hopefully, few are...

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Mysteries of God’s grace

I began Saturday, April 30, 2022, with five devotional books. One a small, aqua blue diary titled “One Line a Day: a five-year memory book.” An anniversary gift from our youngest daughter, I reviewed my five entries from 2015 through 2019. A rough year for the...

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The twisted ’50s

I’m usually a happy early riser. If I am not drinking my first cuppa joe by 6 a.m. I feel as though the day has started without me. But this morning was an exception. It was Francheska’s day to drive, and she would be here by 11 a.m. We were going...well, we were...

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Mom’s morning cup of coffee

As a child, I couldn’t understand why grownups loved coffee. Mom smiled when she measured Eight O’Clock beans into the machine at our local A&P. The grounds smelled wonderful when she perked them in her electric pot. Yet, Dad’s coffee tasted awful when he gave me...

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Crawdads and prayer

Warm summer days were great for going fishing when I was nine. I lived in a small town where the local funeral home had an estate with a meandering little creek that I like to fish in. One spot that I favored was a footbridge that spanned the creek about eight feet...

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