Columns

My earliest memory of watchful love goes back to my adolescence sixty years ago. A dark December evening, I returned home from babysitting the Zablocki children five doors down on Wagner Street. I opened the front door to find my mother and granny sitting on the...

Editor’s note: The following is the first in a multi-part series about Imlay City Civil War veteran Owen Nolin and the Holt Guard. Flint resident David Norris was searching online for information on his great-grandfather Talmon Owen’s service in the Civil War when he...

I turn my car into the driveway of a large, purple-gray house adjacent to the vacant lot where the happy yellow wheelbarrow sits. I admire the stone fireplace, twin bay windows, light tower, and wrap-around porch with hundreds of spindled posts-someone’s Victorian...

American Indians in Attica—it’s hard for us to image a people who lived off the land in our area a hundred or more years ago; however, a good number of American Indians were in fact calling the area home. The Chippewa Indians of the area were nomadic, moving...

More than a year ago, driving our usual route south on Rochester Road on a Sunday morning, I noticed something new. A bright yellow wheelbarrow sat alone on a mown lawn at the bottom of a high, sloping hill. A little gem, the abandoned two-wheeled cart provoked a...

A few years ago, I was on a post-doctoral trip to the Holy Land. I found Israel to be a wonderful place filled with good people. For instance, I’d just deplaned and was thirsty. There were some vending machines nearby, so I headed over only to discover that they...

I delivered my bee equipment to Mary Jo for her to relay to our bee-maker. We’d pick up our installed hives when notified. This season, after several years beekeeping with a son in his back forty, Mary Jo’s going solo on the Hosler homestead where she raised her four...

Back in the fifties, during our time of need, my mother did whatever she could to help out financially and that included taking in foster children. It was a challenge for all of us including my little sister. She had been the center of attention since birth but with...

Unbeknownst to me, my friend Jack planted trillium last spring from Cottage Lake Gardens in Washington State, and our local Telly’s Greenhouse in Troy. With tender care, Jack planted the seedlings under a black walnut tree, sheltered between his garden shed and the...

Editor’s note: The following guest column was submitted by Sen. Kevin Daley who represents Bay, Lapeer and Tuscola counties in the 31st state Senate District. Farming, and the hard work that comes with it, is something American farmers take real pride in. But farming...