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To appreciate a fine tomato

One remarkable summer day of 1967, Uncle Tab said, “Come help tie up toma’das.” An unemployed high school graduate on a visit to Kentucky relatives, I gladly followed. For time alone with my youngest uncle meant a diversion from discouragement. I could count on his...

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The race to save battle flags

This summer I wrote a series of stories on the experiences of three local Civil War soldiers in the 10th Michigan Infantry during the last year of the war. On August 19, 2021, I was fortunate to be invited along with Randy Fulton to witness another step in the journey...

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Picnic memories

I knew Mom and my Kentucky relatives planned another picnic when she boiled eggs and potatoes on a Saturday. That provoked mixed feelings as a child. A day at Wildwood Park meant loading up Mom’s potato salad, fried chicken, chocolate cake, and sweet tea bright and...

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George Owen Squier and the Wright Flyer

Editor’s note: This is the third in a four-part series about General George Squier. After being assigned as executive officer to the Chief Signal Officer of the U. S. Army in 1907, he recommended the formation of the Aeronautical Division of the U. S. Signal Corp.—...

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When the cicadas sing

I heard the cicada’s mating song last Saturday. Afterward, I read about the red-eyed menace interrupting golf games, delaying air travel, and creating cloudy spots on radar. Sure, you can’t believe everything you hear and read, and Michigan’s cicada population isn’t...

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God wants all of us to win

The afternoon cartoon show I watched at the age of seven was giving away a kid-appropriate version of Disney’s Herbie the Love Bug. It fit two kids and it was drivable after a fashion. It was the first time I’d ever entered a contest to win something. Day after day...

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The power of peach season

In August 1970, in the peak of peach season, my father-in-law helped my husband and I move our few belongings from Bay City to my mother’s basement in Warren. My childhood storehouse of memories. The second of Mom’s five daughters, at nine years old I ran to the...

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Be loving, caring friend

Back in the fifties, when I was about twelve, my mom wanted me to stay over for a couple of weeks or longer at her best friends home. They had been roommates in college in Canada but mom’s friend married and moved to the USA. They visited often, mostly her friend and...

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Andy’s potting table

In 2004, township officials approved my business plan to operate a small lavender farm on our property. A year later, my Michigan State University agriculture agent said, “Here’s Andy Meinhard’s phone number. He can build anything.” Andy showed up unannounced with a...

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Alex Iloncaie: Touchdown wizard

Alex Iloncaie attended Almont High School and and graduated in 1957. Alex played three sports all four years of high school. He was awarded ten varsity letters; four in football, two in basketball and four in track. He was a member of three championship teams; one in...

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