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Brief history of a mud pie maker

When a child, I made mud pies under the shade of chestnut and black walnut trees planted by my maternal grandfather, Floyd McCoy. On hot, summer days, the cold water from our homeplace's pump felt wonderful on my muddy hands. In my fourth year, my parents uprooted our...

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My mother’s influence

Last Thursday we said goodbye to my dear mother. It was very emotional, even though we knew it was coming. She struggled so much to breathe toward the last, and then she gently exhaled and was gone. And in that moment, I realized what I had not noticed before. My...

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Learning by example

My mother's intense concentration indicated not to disturb her while she held her icing knife. She smothered the middle and sides of her two-layer cake in either sweet buttercream, chocolate, caramel, or seafoam frosting. Then the top. Delicious perfection! With each...

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Joseph Troia – Almont’s Pizza Man

Joseph Troia was born April 13, 1904 in Palermo, Sicily, Italy to Vincent (Vicenzo) Troia (1863-1955) and Rosa Bologna Troia (1870-1935). He had four brothers and a sister. At age 10 he took up the occupation of a barber and would earn his living as a barber for 40...

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The Way of Tea

I printed Mapquest directions for my first visit to Phyllis’ home. She’d invited me and a mutual friend, Connie, for tea at 12:30 p.m. Although I gave myself ample time for taking wrong turns, I arrived late and embarrassed. Tardiness is no way to establish the...

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Bridge Walk not for the faint of heart

“Let’s walk The Bridge,” they said. “It’ll be fun,” they said. “Are you kidding? I’m not walking five miles,” I said. Well, I lost out. Many, many moons ago, I had the experience of walking the Mackinac Bridge one Labor Day morning and it was something I still...

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What the hens say

I pull on my red chicken boots and walk downhill on a soggy lawn. The morning sun illumines bee wings flying to and fro my solitary hive. I slow my steps, pause to observe the glorious sight. "Good morning, girls!" I say to the worker bees. The hens, whose house is...

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Trust in student crossing guards

As a first-grade student I admired the school crossing guards. The elementary school I attended outfitted fourth-grade students in white belts that also had a highly reflective white slash shape over the torso. I remember thinking about how official they looked in...

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Anam Cara

Several weeks ago, while offering Mitty her morning backrub, I found a lump on her back, close to her curled, Siamese tail. Her beautiful, blue eyes objected to my tick inspection, yet I persisted until she growled and clawed my hand. "Sorry, Mitts." "Meeeooow!" she...

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Could ‘57 be as good as the ‘56 team?

— PART 2 — Coming off an undefeated championship season (7 wins, no losses, and one tie), expectations for the 1957 Almont football team were high. Losses to graduation included three All-State performers: left tackle Lee Hartway, halfback Alex Iloncaie, and end Larry...

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