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My Name Was Strangely Magical
By James Lawrence Donahue
It has been said that before we come into this world, we contract for certain positions in life. And since we arrive as babes, without memory of past lives and just what that contract is, we pre-assign ourselves specific names that help us remember. If this is true, something may have gone wrong when I was named.
By James Lawrence Donahue
It has been said that before we come into this world, we contract for certain positions in life. And since we arrive as babes, without memory of past lives and just what that contract is, we pre-assign ourselves specific names that help us remember. If this is true, something may have gone wrong when I was named.
Lamenting The Restricted World Of Contemporary Childhood
There appears to be a movement among elementary school districts across the United States to ban children from playing all forms of contact games while left unsupervised on school grounds. School authorities cite the reason as fear of lawsuit from accidental injury. One parent in the Massachusetts district complained that the ban on tag and other contact games is unnecessary. “I think it’s unfortunate that kids’ lives are micromanaged and there are social skills they’ll never develop on their own,” said Debbie Laferriere. “Playing tag is just part of being a kid.” How correct she is. My own experiences growing up about a half century ago were amazingly active, extremely enjoyable, highly memorable, almost totally unsupervised, and sometimes dangerous as hell. Not only did we play wild games of tag and touch football, we explored dark drainpipes that seemed to lead to nowhere, jumped across floating ice floes along the coast of Lake Huron, explored empty and dilapidated buildings and stood by the side of the road in the winter trying to get passing snowplows to bury us with bladed snow. Amazingly, we all survived our childhood.
There appears to be a movement among elementary school districts across the United States to ban children from playing all forms of contact games while left unsupervised on school grounds. School authorities cite the reason as fear of lawsuit from accidental injury. One parent in the Massachusetts district complained that the ban on tag and other contact games is unnecessary. “I think it’s unfortunate that kids’ lives are micromanaged and there are social skills they’ll never develop on their own,” said Debbie Laferriere. “Playing tag is just part of being a kid.” How correct she is. My own experiences growing up about a half century ago were amazingly active, extremely enjoyable, highly memorable, almost totally unsupervised, and sometimes dangerous as hell. Not only did we play wild games of tag and touch football, we explored dark drainpipes that seemed to lead to nowhere, jumped across floating ice floes along the coast of Lake Huron, explored empty and dilapidated buildings and stood by the side of the road in the winter trying to get passing snowplows to bury us with bladed snow. Amazingly, we all survived our childhood.
Memories Of My Early Childhood
I have recollections of a time before the world was at war and people were still living under the shadow of the Great Depression. As children, we thought little about the effects of poverty. While I was luckier than most, there was an awareness that my playmates in the neighborhood sometimes went without a good meal, wore old worn tennis shoes with holes in the bottom and dungarees with knees so bare their mothers sewed patches there.
I have recollections of a time before the world was at war and people were still living under the shadow of the Great Depression. As children, we thought little about the effects of poverty. While I was luckier than most, there was an awareness that my playmates in the neighborhood sometimes went without a good meal, wore old worn tennis shoes with holes in the bottom and dungarees with knees so bare their mothers sewed patches there.
There is Real Magic In the World
As the son of a chemical engineer and staunch Methodist parents, I grew up in a relatively restricted environment. I say that, because even though I was exposed to a library of books, newspapers and magazines and enjoyed the privilege of travel and education, my training was limited to the restrictions of a socially controlled approach to reality. There was little room left for exploration outside the realm of exact science. In other words, if you couldn't see, touch, taste or smell it, the subject in question did not exist. At least in my father's mind. There was this basic rule of science in our house for everything except religion.
As the son of a chemical engineer and staunch Methodist parents, I grew up in a relatively restricted environment. I say that, because even though I was exposed to a library of books, newspapers and magazines and enjoyed the privilege of travel and education, my training was limited to the restrictions of a socially controlled approach to reality. There was little room left for exploration outside the realm of exact science. In other words, if you couldn't see, touch, taste or smell it, the subject in question did not exist. At least in my father's mind. There was this basic rule of science in our house for everything except religion.
My Early Introduction To Music
Our parents introduced us to music at an early age. We had a large Philco entertainment console in our living room that contained a radio and 78-rpm record player. They bought recordings of symphonic classics by such composers as Beethoven and Schubert, the music of Victor Herbert, the Gilbert and Sullivan Operettas, and I recall one well-worn and very faint recording of the great Marion Anderson singing the Ave Maria on one side, and a sad spiritual . . . “Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child” . . . on the other. I can still sing the words to that spiritual and I can still hear the beautiful sound of her voice as she sang it. I literally wore out needles and the tracks of some of my most favored recordings.
Our parents introduced us to music at an early age. We had a large Philco entertainment console in our living room that contained a radio and 78-rpm record player. They bought recordings of symphonic classics by such composers as Beethoven and Schubert, the music of Victor Herbert, the Gilbert and Sullivan Operettas, and I recall one well-worn and very faint recording of the great Marion Anderson singing the Ave Maria on one side, and a sad spiritual . . . “Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child” . . . on the other. I can still sing the words to that spiritual and I can still hear the beautiful sound of her voice as she sang it. I literally wore out needles and the tracks of some of my most favored recordings.
The Valentine’s Day Card Exchange
Valentine’s Day generates strange memories to me. I have little appreciation for Valentine’s Day cards and other false seasonal messages of good will that come in the mail. Let me explain.
I remember the teachers in the elementary school I attended making a big thing out of Valentine’s Day. We were given a list of the names of all of the children in our class and instructed to go home and prepare valentine cards for everyone. The idea was exciting at first. My mother bought a package of low-cost little valentine cards with various greetings of love and affection. I carefully went through the list of names, preparing cards for everyone. When it worked the way it was intended, every child received an equal volume of love notes from all of the other children. But it didn't always work that way.
Valentine’s Day generates strange memories to me. I have little appreciation for Valentine’s Day cards and other false seasonal messages of good will that come in the mail. Let me explain.
I remember the teachers in the elementary school I attended making a big thing out of Valentine’s Day. We were given a list of the names of all of the children in our class and instructed to go home and prepare valentine cards for everyone. The idea was exciting at first. My mother bought a package of low-cost little valentine cards with various greetings of love and affection. I carefully went through the list of names, preparing cards for everyone. When it worked the way it was intended, every child received an equal volume of love notes from all of the other children. But it didn't always work that way.
Glad To Have Lived When I Did
If there is any possibility that I had any choice in the time I was to live, and the family I was to be born into, I couldn’t have chosen better. Times were good in the years just after World War II. Jobs were easy to find then. There was no such thing as a "probation" period before you found out if you had a permanent job. And we never heard of one-year "evaluations" by corporate subordinates. If we did something wrong we got a royal chewing out which was, in a strange way, the way we learned how to do things right.
Loving the Pere Marquette
When we lived in Harbor Beach, our house was on a hill that looked down over a golf course. Just beyond the number one fairway was the Pere Marquette Railroad track. The train, driven by one the last of the old steam locomotives, came into our town every day at about 6 p.m., at about the time my father was getting home from his daily job and my mother was setting the table for dinner. We always knew the train was coming when its whistle sounded as it was approaching the crossing where old US-25 twisted its way out of the city.
When we lived in Harbor Beach, our house was on a hill that looked down over a golf course. Just beyond the number one fairway was the Pere Marquette Railroad track. The train, driven by one the last of the old steam locomotives, came into our town every day at about 6 p.m., at about the time my father was getting home from his daily job and my mother was setting the table for dinner. We always knew the train was coming when its whistle sounded as it was approaching the crossing where old US-25 twisted its way out of the city.
Mom and Dad with Beloved Dog Tawny at Kentucky Home
Remembering My Father
A year or two ago I published a special remembrance of my mother to commemorate Mother’s Day, but neglected to do the same for my father when Father’s Day came around. I am choosing to fill that void this year. For those who choose to read this story you will find that he was a most remarkable man .Edwin George Donahue was born in 1906 at or near Ringgold, Texas, in a covered wagon while the family was moving from a farm near Galveston north to Bonner Springs, Kansas. The only record of his birth was a notation scribbled by his mother in the family Bible. That was the only document Dad ever had after it became time for him to apply for Social Security. Dad was among the youngest of nine children in the family of Peter and Grace Donahue. Both of these grandparents passed before I was born so I never knew them.
A year or two ago I published a special remembrance of my mother to commemorate Mother’s Day, but neglected to do the same for my father when Father’s Day came around. I am choosing to fill that void this year. For those who choose to read this story you will find that he was a most remarkable man .Edwin George Donahue was born in 1906 at or near Ringgold, Texas, in a covered wagon while the family was moving from a farm near Galveston north to Bonner Springs, Kansas. The only record of his birth was a notation scribbled by his mother in the family Bible. That was the only document Dad ever had after it became time for him to apply for Social Security. Dad was among the youngest of nine children in the family of Peter and Grace Donahue. Both of these grandparents passed before I was born so I never knew them.
Mom
Velma Louise Andrews probably spent most of her life under the shadow of my father. She chose to be a stay-at-home mother of her three children and a dutiful wife who I believe loved us all very deeply. I have fond memories of becoming aware of myself in that house on South Huron Avenue in Harbor Beach, Michigan. I remember the big dark brown stuffed couch and matching chair, of being held in my mother’s arms and rocked in the family rocker when I was sick, and sitting with the family at our dining room table for dinner each evening after Dad got home. I have memories of talking to Mom in the kitchen of that house while she prepared meals, canned fruits and vegetables from our garden or ironed clothes. It seemed that she never stopped working. Mom lived a life of service, always believing that there was something good to be found in everyone, no matter how badly they behaved, and always attempting to make the best of every day that she lived. This was the philosophy she taught us as children.
Velma Louise Andrews probably spent most of her life under the shadow of my father. She chose to be a stay-at-home mother of her three children and a dutiful wife who I believe loved us all very deeply. I have fond memories of becoming aware of myself in that house on South Huron Avenue in Harbor Beach, Michigan. I remember the big dark brown stuffed couch and matching chair, of being held in my mother’s arms and rocked in the family rocker when I was sick, and sitting with the family at our dining room table for dinner each evening after Dad got home. I have memories of talking to Mom in the kitchen of that house while she prepared meals, canned fruits and vegetables from our garden or ironed clothes. It seemed that she never stopped working. Mom lived a life of service, always believing that there was something good to be found in everyone, no matter how badly they behaved, and always attempting to make the best of every day that she lived. This was the philosophy she taught us as children.
The Smart Analytical Thinking Of Crows
When I was a young boy growing up in Michigan, my father kept a large garden in a field directly behind our house. One spring when Dad was planting his seeds, he noticed a crow following him down the open row, eating the seeds. Dad of course chased the bird away and replanted his row, this time covering the seeds as fast as he put them in the row. The bird began digging up the seeds. Thus began Dad’s personal melee against that "pesky" crow. Dad tried every trick he could think of, but the crow seemed to always be one step behind him. He even put up a scarecrow, which the crow found to be a good place to sit and stare down at my father while he worked in his garden.
When I was a young boy growing up in Michigan, my father kept a large garden in a field directly behind our house. One spring when Dad was planting his seeds, he noticed a crow following him down the open row, eating the seeds. Dad of course chased the bird away and replanted his row, this time covering the seeds as fast as he put them in the row. The bird began digging up the seeds. Thus began Dad’s personal melee against that "pesky" crow. Dad tried every trick he could think of, but the crow seemed to always be one step behind him. He even put up a scarecrow, which the crow found to be a good place to sit and stare down at my father while he worked in his garden.
My Early Quest To Be A Writer
I fondly remember how my parents read to me when I was a child. There was a special collection of Olive Beaupre Miller’s Bookhouse Books that were filled with beautiful color illustrations, poems and stories for children of all ages packed in the household bookcase along with numerous other books. Among my favorites stories were Little Black Sambo and The Little Engine That Could. I spent a lot of time fingering my way through those books, looking at the art and wishing that I could read the stories. My course was set for life after I got into school and began learning to read from the Dick and Jane books in the First Grade. Also that year, we began learning to print the letters we were reading. By the time I reached the Second Grade, I was both reading and writing primitive stories. It was just the beginning.
I fondly remember how my parents read to me when I was a child. There was a special collection of Olive Beaupre Miller’s Bookhouse Books that were filled with beautiful color illustrations, poems and stories for children of all ages packed in the household bookcase along with numerous other books. Among my favorites stories were Little Black Sambo and The Little Engine That Could. I spent a lot of time fingering my way through those books, looking at the art and wishing that I could read the stories. My course was set for life after I got into school and began learning to read from the Dick and Jane books in the First Grade. Also that year, we began learning to print the letters we were reading. By the time I reached the Second Grade, I was both reading and writing primitive stories. It was just the beginning.
Remembering Back Yard Car Tinkering
There was a time, when I was young, that every brand of automobile on the market had its own design, when young boys prided themselves on being able to tell them apart, and when it was cool to customize cars to make them look even more uniquely different than any other vehicle on the road. It was a common sight to see men with their heads under the hoods of their cars, or an engine raised by block and tackle on a tree in the yard while it was being worked on.
There was a time, when I was young, that every brand of automobile on the market had its own design, when young boys prided themselves on being able to tell them apart, and when it was cool to customize cars to make them look even more uniquely different than any other vehicle on the road. It was a common sight to see men with their heads under the hoods of their cars, or an engine raised by block and tackle on a tree in the yard while it was being worked on.
Surviving The Reckless Days Of My Youth
When I think back over my life I have to believe there was some force that was keeping me safe from harm. There were numerous times in my early years when I should have been killed. Miraculously I always escaped alive, and except for one serious traffic accident that occurred during my college years, walked away totally unscathed. Even the accident may have been a blessing in disguise. It occurred two weeks before I received notice from my draft board to report for a physical exam for military service. My injuries were severe enough that I missed the Vietnam War.
When I think back over my life I have to believe there was some force that was keeping me safe from harm. There were numerous times in my early years when I should have been killed. Miraculously I always escaped alive, and except for one serious traffic accident that occurred during my college years, walked away totally unscathed. Even the accident may have been a blessing in disguise. It occurred two weeks before I received notice from my draft board to report for a physical exam for military service. My injuries were severe enough that I missed the Vietnam War.
Prom Night
Susan Philbrick
The year I joined the high school band and got moved into the percussion section, I played snare drum next to another drummer named Susan Philbrick. Susan was a thin red-headed girl from the lower grades who had a bundle of energy and took an obvious interest in me. I had little experience with “girl friends” in those days and suppose I was flattered by the attention. It was not long before we were a couple. Because we were in the band together we were together a lot. We were present at every athletic event and eventually found time to be together after school and on our time away from school. Her father, Paul Philbrick and I sang in the church choir and men’s quartet together. Paul and my father worked together at the plant. It was not long before I was invited to the Philbrick home after church for Sunday dinners.
The year I joined the high school band and got moved into the percussion section, I played snare drum next to another drummer named Susan Philbrick. Susan was a thin red-headed girl from the lower grades who had a bundle of energy and took an obvious interest in me. I had little experience with “girl friends” in those days and suppose I was flattered by the attention. It was not long before we were a couple. Because we were in the band together we were together a lot. We were present at every athletic event and eventually found time to be together after school and on our time away from school. Her father, Paul Philbrick and I sang in the church choir and men’s quartet together. Paul and my father worked together at the plant. It was not long before I was invited to the Philbrick home after church for Sunday dinners.
Why "Drinking Water" Is Unfit To Drink
I am old enough to remember the days when we used to drink water right from the faucet and not think anything of it. I should qualify that. I disliked drinking tap water because the taste and odor of chlorine, dumped into the city water system at the filtration plant was terrible. Some days a gulp of that water was like drinking Roman Cleanser straight from the bottle. The strength of the chlorination depended, I suppose, on who was working at the plant or how impure the water pumped from nearby Lake Huron tested. Looking back on those days I am amazed that we didn’t all die from cancer or some terrible liver disease.
I am old enough to remember the days when we used to drink water right from the faucet and not think anything of it. I should qualify that. I disliked drinking tap water because the taste and odor of chlorine, dumped into the city water system at the filtration plant was terrible. Some days a gulp of that water was like drinking Roman Cleanser straight from the bottle. The strength of the chlorination depended, I suppose, on who was working at the plant or how impure the water pumped from nearby Lake Huron tested. Looking back on those days I am amazed that we didn’t all die from cancer or some terrible liver disease.
The Joy Of Gardening
I grew up on a Michigan farm where we not only raised crops, but maintained a large garden. As early as I can remember my father had a vegetable garden behind the house. I spend my summers hoeing weeds and picking the berries, peas, beans, corn, squash and potatoes that we produced. I think I thought of working in the garden as a chore in those early years. Yet after I married and my wife and I began settling in rental and later owned homes, I found myself spading up potential garden plots in our back yards, and putting seed in the earth each spring.
I grew up on a Michigan farm where we not only raised crops, but maintained a large garden. As early as I can remember my father had a vegetable garden behind the house. I spend my summers hoeing weeds and picking the berries, peas, beans, corn, squash and potatoes that we produced. I think I thought of working in the garden as a chore in those early years. Yet after I married and my wife and I began settling in rental and later owned homes, I found myself spading up potential garden plots in our back yards, and putting seed in the earth each spring.
Ma and Pa Aren't On the Farm Anymore
I grew up during a time when families could make a good living on farms no larger than 160-acres. We lived on such a farm in Michigan. Those were the days when many dairy farmers milked their cows by hand and families dared to drink "raw" non-pasteurized milk laced with real cream. I remember the rich smell of the freshly turned earth. I remember the satisfying feeling I had when a day's work was finished and I walked to the house, my face and clothes covered in dirt (no air conditioned cabs on that tractor), for a bath and a good hearty supper. How grand it was to lie in my bed, next to an open window, listening to the frogs, loons and other creatures of the night. It was as if they were singing a lullaby as I drifted off to sleep.
Remembering Living Free
There is no doubt in my mind that if I had been born later and growing up in the United States today, I would be spending time behind bars. Not because I am a dishonest or dangerous man, but because I have always lived free and remain to this day a nonconformist. I was operating a Ford-Ferguson tractor when I was barely heavy enough to force the clutch pedal low enough to shift gears. I was operating cars on the public roads in Michigan by the time I was 14. When I was on the road there was no posted speed limit in Michigan. We could zip along at 80 miles-an-hour if we chose.
There is no doubt in my mind that if I had been born later and growing up in the United States today, I would be spending time behind bars. Not because I am a dishonest or dangerous man, but because I have always lived free and remain to this day a nonconformist. I was operating a Ford-Ferguson tractor when I was barely heavy enough to force the clutch pedal low enough to shift gears. I was operating cars on the public roads in Michigan by the time I was 14. When I was on the road there was no posted speed limit in Michigan. We could zip along at 80 miles-an-hour if we chose.
Living With Michigan Winters
One of the winter snow pictures I came upon reminded me of a personal incident experienced during my high school days in Michigan’s Thumb. It depicts a school bus buried in a snow bank. While much of the nation is now dealing with radical weather patterns, including intense winter storms, we who lived along the shores of the Great Lakes were always familiar with lake effect snow storms. We knew how to deal with them most of the time.
One of the winter snow pictures I came upon reminded me of a personal incident experienced during my high school days in Michigan’s Thumb. It depicts a school bus buried in a snow bank. While much of the nation is now dealing with radical weather patterns, including intense winter storms, we who lived along the shores of the Great Lakes were always familiar with lake effect snow storms. We knew how to deal with them most of the time.
The Night Watchman
I landed a summer job as a night watchman at the Huron Milling Company in Harbor Beach, Michigan, just as I was graduating from high school. I had to give up the traditional senior trip to get this job because it started immediately. I was to work a swing shift, replacing the regular watchmen while they were on vacation. It turned out to be a very good job. We worked out of a small building right at the gate to the factory. Workers had to pass through this building and punch a time clock when entering or leaving the plant. The man in the watchman’s shack observed everyone coming and going, and made sure strangers did not get through. Thus we were guards without guns.
I landed a summer job as a night watchman at the Huron Milling Company in Harbor Beach, Michigan, just as I was graduating from high school. I had to give up the traditional senior trip to get this job because it started immediately. I was to work a swing shift, replacing the regular watchmen while they were on vacation. It turned out to be a very good job. We worked out of a small building right at the gate to the factory. Workers had to pass through this building and punch a time clock when entering or leaving the plant. The man in the watchman’s shack observed everyone coming and going, and made sure strangers did not get through. Thus we were guards without guns.
Racking Up Miles On Our Cars
I caught a news report a few years ago about cars that easily travel over 100,000 miles and often go twice that distance before they end up in an automobile junk yard. The story said better engineering, higher performance engines, new synthetic oils and other factors are among the reasons for the longer life of the vehicles on contemporary roads. I must admit that contemporary vehicles are going the extra distance. One of my last cars was an American made van that traveled well over 200,000 miles and was still going strong. I am old enough to remember an earlier time when it was considered a milestone when a car reached that 100,000 mile mark. I once stopped along the road and danced a little jig when an Oldsmobile I drove hit that straight zero mark across the dial.
I caught a news report a few years ago about cars that easily travel over 100,000 miles and often go twice that distance before they end up in an automobile junk yard. The story said better engineering, higher performance engines, new synthetic oils and other factors are among the reasons for the longer life of the vehicles on contemporary roads. I must admit that contemporary vehicles are going the extra distance. One of my last cars was an American made van that traveled well over 200,000 miles and was still going strong. I am old enough to remember an earlier time when it was considered a milestone when a car reached that 100,000 mile mark. I once stopped along the road and danced a little jig when an Oldsmobile I drove hit that straight zero mark across the dial.
Social Mores, Whiskers And Santa Claus
I grew my first beard while attending college in the late 1950s at a time when electric razors were in and beards were definitely out. I fell in with nonconformists, read Jack Kerouac’s book “On The Road” and declared myself a member of the Beat Generation. Part of the rebellious spirit was a decision to declare myself an agnostic. I have sported whiskers off and on ever since.
I grew my first beard while attending college in the late 1950s at a time when electric razors were in and beards were definitely out. I fell in with nonconformists, read Jack Kerouac’s book “On The Road” and declared myself a member of the Beat Generation. Part of the rebellious spirit was a decision to declare myself an agnostic. I have sported whiskers off and on ever since.
Elkton’s “Blue Man” Hoax
It was in 1958, at about the time I was pouring over books in college that the police in Huron County, Michigan, where I grew up were dealing with the strange sightings of a “Little Blue Man.” People driving on some of the county’s lonely country roads late in the night were being startled by the figure of a bluish humanoid figure with flashing blue lights. They reported seeing this figure crossing the road ahead of them or walking along the road, sometimes just behind a fence row.
It was in 1958, at about the time I was pouring over books in college that the police in Huron County, Michigan, where I grew up were dealing with the strange sightings of a “Little Blue Man.” People driving on some of the county’s lonely country roads late in the night were being startled by the figure of a bluish humanoid figure with flashing blue lights. They reported seeing this figure crossing the road ahead of them or walking along the road, sometimes just behind a fence row.
Bill Havers And the Beaver Boys
I was hanging around with friends in the hall at Harbor Beach High School one noon lunch hour when there suddenly came the sound of live piano music from one of the classrooms. It was the amazingly wonderful boogie sound; something I doubt if I had heard before. Everybody rushed to the room and there, seated at an upright piano, sat a scrawny little fellow with thick glasses, his body bent over the keyboard and his fingers dancing over those keys. That was the day I met Bill Havers, a man who was going to have a major impact on my life.
I was hanging around with friends in the hall at Harbor Beach High School one noon lunch hour when there suddenly came the sound of live piano music from one of the classrooms. It was the amazingly wonderful boogie sound; something I doubt if I had heard before. Everybody rushed to the room and there, seated at an upright piano, sat a scrawny little fellow with thick glasses, his body bent over the keyboard and his fingers dancing over those keys. That was the day I met Bill Havers, a man who was going to have a major impact on my life.
Lake of the Woods Manitoba
Bill Havers And I Go Out West
In the summer of 1958, Bill Havers invited me on a trip with him and his parents on a month-long trip west to the Rockies and north into Manitoba, Canada. I talked it over with my parents and they agreed to finance my share of the trip and pick up the tab for my return to college in the fall, so the trip was on. It was going to be an adventure of a lifetime. It was, for me, the first of several trips across the United States, literally from border to border. Once addicted I never tired of the trips.
In the summer of 1958, Bill Havers invited me on a trip with him and his parents on a month-long trip west to the Rockies and north into Manitoba, Canada. I talked it over with my parents and they agreed to finance my share of the trip and pick up the tab for my return to college in the fall, so the trip was on. It was going to be an adventure of a lifetime. It was, for me, the first of several trips across the United States, literally from border to border. Once addicted I never tired of the trips.
George Steib and Tesla
It was during that magical early spring of 1959, when I was caught up by the beat generation writers and running wild with the Beaver Boys and their Dixieland music that I met George Steib. I don’t recall how we crossed paths except that he was renting a room in a house directly across the street from Mogg Hall. But there was a crazy night of drinking in the Flamingo Bar, which we lovingly referred to as “The Bird,” and Steib sat across my table, filling my brain with his prose and wit. I decided that night that I liked this man very much. A few days later Steib and I were sitting in the shade of the front porch where he lived, sipping Tom Collins drinks, and talking about Tesla.
It was during that magical early spring of 1959, when I was caught up by the beat generation writers and running wild with the Beaver Boys and their Dixieland music that I met George Steib. I don’t recall how we crossed paths except that he was renting a room in a house directly across the street from Mogg Hall. But there was a crazy night of drinking in the Flamingo Bar, which we lovingly referred to as “The Bird,” and Steib sat across my table, filling my brain with his prose and wit. I decided that night that I liked this man very much. A few days later Steib and I were sitting in the shade of the front porch where he lived, sipping Tom Collins drinks, and talking about Tesla.
The Beaver Boys
The Dixieland Years
Looking back on it, I am somewhat amazed that I survived my college years, or that I ever graduated. Once Bill Havers and I linked up, we were in what was almost a constant state of wild abandon. Bill, who I am sure had a genius IQ, never studied. He attended class, but only cracked his text books the night before his exams. He would pop a Dexedrine pill, sit up all night and pour over the material, then go into his class and ace the exams. He did it constantly. Since Bill was a music major, and a great banjo player, it all evolved into the creation of a Dixieland band called The Beaver Boys.
Looking back on it, I am somewhat amazed that I survived my college years, or that I ever graduated. Once Bill Havers and I linked up, we were in what was almost a constant state of wild abandon. Bill, who I am sure had a genius IQ, never studied. He attended class, but only cracked his text books the night before his exams. He would pop a Dexedrine pill, sit up all night and pour over the material, then go into his class and ace the exams. He did it constantly. Since Bill was a music major, and a great banjo player, it all evolved into the creation of a Dixieland band called The Beaver Boys.
Springtime On The Chippewa
The Chippewa River flows through Mount Pleasant, Michigan, where I attended Central Michigan University in the late 1950's. The area is probably developed into costly housing units today, but when I was there, the river was a favorite playground, especially in the spring after a long cold winter of intense studies. I remember spending a sunny Saturday canoeing the river with a girl I was especially fond of. And I remember the parties. There was one special spot known as the stile, located at the end of a dirt road. Someone had erected a wooden stile, or stairway to make it easy to climb over a fence and giving us access to a vast grassy bank along the river.
The Chippewa River flows through Mount Pleasant, Michigan, where I attended Central Michigan University in the late 1950's. The area is probably developed into costly housing units today, but when I was there, the river was a favorite playground, especially in the spring after a long cold winter of intense studies. I remember spending a sunny Saturday canoeing the river with a girl I was especially fond of. And I remember the parties. There was one special spot known as the stile, located at the end of a dirt road. Someone had erected a wooden stile, or stairway to make it easy to climb over a fence and giving us access to a vast grassy bank along the river.
St. Patrick’s Day – Special Memories
St. Patrick's Day is not a national holiday but it might as well be. Everybody in America celebrates it. In fact, people all over the world celebrate it. And I am not sure why this is. My own Irish roots make it possible for me to join in the festivities without feeling as if I am trespassing on somebody else’s party. Not that I feel like celebrating. But there are some memories linked to this day that will always remain fixed in my thoughts.
St. Patrick's Day is not a national holiday but it might as well be. Everybody in America celebrates it. In fact, people all over the world celebrate it. And I am not sure why this is. My own Irish roots make it possible for me to join in the festivities without feeling as if I am trespassing on somebody else’s party. Not that I feel like celebrating. But there are some memories linked to this day that will always remain fixed in my thoughts.
A Memorable Easter Sunday
Because of Christian involvement in the ancient pagan rites of spring, Easter is, for me, a dark time of the year. Yet there is one Easter Sunday that I recall with vivid fondness. It might have been the day that I separated myself from the shadow of my mother's apron and became a man. I was recovering from a severe head injury from a traffic accident and was taking a year off from college. I took a job with an oil well servicing company headquartered in Mount Pleasant. The job was hard and dirty. Saturday night as we rolled up to the doghouse with our rig, the boss met us with the news that he had an emergency job on a well about a hundred miles to our north. He assigned our truck to the task the next morning . . . Easter Sunday. That was the day our truck caught fire while hooked up to a flowing oil well.
Because of Christian involvement in the ancient pagan rites of spring, Easter is, for me, a dark time of the year. Yet there is one Easter Sunday that I recall with vivid fondness. It might have been the day that I separated myself from the shadow of my mother's apron and became a man. I was recovering from a severe head injury from a traffic accident and was taking a year off from college. I took a job with an oil well servicing company headquartered in Mount Pleasant. The job was hard and dirty. Saturday night as we rolled up to the doghouse with our rig, the boss met us with the news that he had an emergency job on a well about a hundred miles to our north. He assigned our truck to the task the next morning . . . Easter Sunday. That was the day our truck caught fire while hooked up to a flowing oil well.
In The Oil Field
After the auto accident that interrupted my college studies I took a job with the Long & Wetzel Service in Mount Pleasant that maintained oil wells throughout Southern Michigan. After being broken in I was assigned to work with L. V. Case, cleaning paraffin from flowing oil wells in the Jonesville Area of the state. It was a new strike area in those days and a very active place. During that season I experienced many exciting and sometimes dangerous things.
After the auto accident that interrupted my college studies I took a job with the Long & Wetzel Service in Mount Pleasant that maintained oil wells throughout Southern Michigan. After being broken in I was assigned to work with L. V. Case, cleaning paraffin from flowing oil wells in the Jonesville Area of the state. It was a new strike area in those days and a very active place. During that season I experienced many exciting and sometimes dangerous things.
Living In Hanover
When I first arrived at Jonesville, Michigan, to work in the oil field there I was told I had to find a place to rent as soon as possible. My only social life occurred at night when we hit the bars. Fortunately that was where I made contact with a woman who ran a rooming house in town. She said she had a room I could rent and agreed to rent it. This happened the night before I left the motel to keep my date in Detroit. That was the weekend Ted Case was attacked. Fortunately I had a place to move into when I returned the following Sunday. It was a strange place and I only lived there about a week. I met Terry Streeter, another Central Michigan University student working on the Long and Wetzel crew. Terry said he found a two-bedroom apartment in Hanover, a nearby village, and was looking for a roommate. He invited me to move in. I was glad to get out of my situation in Jonesville and moved to Hanover.
When I first arrived at Jonesville, Michigan, to work in the oil field there I was told I had to find a place to rent as soon as possible. My only social life occurred at night when we hit the bars. Fortunately that was where I made contact with a woman who ran a rooming house in town. She said she had a room I could rent and agreed to rent it. This happened the night before I left the motel to keep my date in Detroit. That was the weekend Ted Case was attacked. Fortunately I had a place to move into when I returned the following Sunday. It was a strange place and I only lived there about a week. I met Terry Streeter, another Central Michigan University student working on the Long and Wetzel crew. Terry said he found a two-bedroom apartment in Hanover, a nearby village, and was looking for a roommate. He invited me to move in. I was glad to get out of my situation in Jonesville and moved to Hanover.
Women And My Quest For God
Throughout my life there has been a strange link between the girls I loved and the way they all led me on spiritual pathways toward where I am today. When I look back on it, what occurred was an uncanny sequence of events that not only forced me to look at various belief systems, but taught me more than I ever thought I wanted to know about all of them.
Throughout my life there has been a strange link between the girls I loved and the way they all led me on spiritual pathways toward where I am today. When I look back on it, what occurred was an uncanny sequence of events that not only forced me to look at various belief systems, but taught me more than I ever thought I wanted to know about all of them.
My Off-Beat Graduation From College
The summer of 1962 was a high time for us. Doris, our newborn son Aaron and I moved into a unit in the university’s married housing and I signed up for the final classes I needed to get my diploma. I also was named editor of the college newspaper, Central Michigan Life, for the summer, which was a nice feather in my cap. As a married man, with a completely healed brain, I aced all of my classes. My wild drinking days were over and I actually devoted time to my studies. The final class involved an English tour of the East Coast, visiting the homes of early American authors like Emily Dickinson, Herman Melville, James Fennimore Cooper and Samuel Clemens.
The summer of 1962 was a high time for us. Doris, our newborn son Aaron and I moved into a unit in the university’s married housing and I signed up for the final classes I needed to get my diploma. I also was named editor of the college newspaper, Central Michigan Life, for the summer, which was a nice feather in my cap. As a married man, with a completely healed brain, I aced all of my classes. My wild drinking days were over and I actually devoted time to my studies. The final class involved an English tour of the East Coast, visiting the homes of early American authors like Emily Dickinson, Herman Melville, James Fennimore Cooper and Samuel Clemens.
My Brief Stint as a Sports Reporter
Throughout my younger years I never developed an interest in sports events. Many of the fellows I ran around with and their fathers were ardent football, baseball and basketball fans and I sometimes found myself forced to watch “games” while at their homes. And athletic events were the center for most of the social activities we enjoyed during high school. Yet I attended the football and basketball games, mostly because I was in the band and it was a place to meet girls. I never would have thought that my first big newspaper job would be writing sports news.
Throughout my younger years I never developed an interest in sports events. Many of the fellows I ran around with and their fathers were ardent football, baseball and basketball fans and I sometimes found myself forced to watch “games” while at their homes. And athletic events were the center for most of the social activities we enjoyed during high school. Yet I attended the football and basketball games, mostly because I was in the band and it was a place to meet girls. I never would have thought that my first big newspaper job would be writing sports news.
Working as a Rewrite Man at Benton Harbor
Bert Lindenfelt, the managing editor of the News Palladium in Benton Harbor was a retired Navy submarine commander who I believed ran the newsroom much as he commanded his ship at sea. We didn’t have to salute or dress for inspections, but Bert kept a sharp eye on everything we did, and very little escaped his attention. He was a strict disciplinarian, the best journalism instructor I ever worked under, and we produced a newspaper that everyone on staff was proud of. When I interviewed for the job, Bert hired me on the spot then put me through about a year of hell. After that he gave me one of the best reporting jobs I ever had.
Bert Lindenfelt, the managing editor of the News Palladium in Benton Harbor was a retired Navy submarine commander who I believed ran the newsroom much as he commanded his ship at sea. We didn’t have to salute or dress for inspections, but Bert kept a sharp eye on everything we did, and very little escaped his attention. He was a strict disciplinarian, the best journalism instructor I ever worked under, and we produced a newspaper that everyone on staff was proud of. When I interviewed for the job, Bert hired me on the spot then put me through about a year of hell. After that he gave me one of the best reporting jobs I ever had.
Ben and Vera
Ben Nottingham was an eccentric writer on the News Palladium staff. His unique life-style and way of free thinking was probably as close as I ever found to the old “Beat Generation.” He was a tall, lean man with thick horned-rim glasses who wrote great stories. Just his by-line was enough to make you want to read every inch of what he had to say, even when it came to routing news reporting. Ben gained recognition for a series of pieces he wrote about a character he met in one of the area taverns that spun tall tales.
Ben Nottingham was an eccentric writer on the News Palladium staff. His unique life-style and way of free thinking was probably as close as I ever found to the old “Beat Generation.” He was a tall, lean man with thick horned-rim glasses who wrote great stories. Just his by-line was enough to make you want to read every inch of what he had to say, even when it came to routing news reporting. Ben gained recognition for a series of pieces he wrote about a character he met in one of the area taverns that spun tall tales.
Benjamin Purnell
King Ben and the House of David
At the time I worked in Benton Harbor a remnant of the once infamous House of David still existed. The property is but a museum today, and the official story of what happened there has been largely distorted. Yet I know that what went on in that cult was one of the strangest stories linked to a religious belief system that has ever occurred.
At the time I worked in Benton Harbor a remnant of the once infamous House of David still existed. The property is but a museum today, and the official story of what happened there has been largely distorted. Yet I know that what went on in that cult was one of the strangest stories linked to a religious belief system that has ever occurred.
Dorothea Logan
Dorothea Logan was the first and always the best of the friends Doris and I made during our years in South Haven. And she was among the most unusual women we have ever known. White-haired, slightly bent from early stages of osteoporosis, but still going strong, Dorothea lived in inherited wealth. Her father had been a noted brain surgeon in Chicago who kept a summer home on the bluff just south of South Haven, overlooking Lake Michigan. This is where Dorothea lived. It was a large white house located at the end of a long driveway on a large, fenced-in parcel of land. A smaller house on the property housed a black family that worked for her. I can only remember the first name of Henry who served as a butler while his wife cleaned and kept house. Dorothea lived alone in the big rambling house. I do not remember if she ever married.
Dorothea Logan was the first and always the best of the friends Doris and I made during our years in South Haven. And she was among the most unusual women we have ever known. White-haired, slightly bent from early stages of osteoporosis, but still going strong, Dorothea lived in inherited wealth. Her father had been a noted brain surgeon in Chicago who kept a summer home on the bluff just south of South Haven, overlooking Lake Michigan. This is where Dorothea lived. It was a large white house located at the end of a long driveway on a large, fenced-in parcel of land. A smaller house on the property housed a black family that worked for her. I can only remember the first name of Henry who served as a butler while his wife cleaned and kept house. Dorothea lived alone in the big rambling house. I do not remember if she ever married.
House Of Sorrows
Not long after settling in South Haven, Michigan, my wife Doris learned that we were expecting our third child. We began looking around for a larger home and our friend Dorothea Logan tipped us off on a lovely home along the shore in her neighborhood that was offered for rent. It was among the finest houses we lived in. But it became a place of great sorrow during the brief period that we were there. Susan was born. She arrived breach, the birth almost killed Doris, and then Susan was nearly taken from us because of a doctor’s stupidity. Doris’ father came to see us then went back to Cass City where he died a few weeks later of a heart attack. The wife of our landlord, who lived next door to us, was killed when her car stalled in front of a fast moving train. It seemed as if we were dealing with one terrible event after another.
Not long after settling in South Haven, Michigan, my wife Doris learned that we were expecting our third child. We began looking around for a larger home and our friend Dorothea Logan tipped us off on a lovely home along the shore in her neighborhood that was offered for rent. It was among the finest houses we lived in. But it became a place of great sorrow during the brief period that we were there. Susan was born. She arrived breach, the birth almost killed Doris, and then Susan was nearly taken from us because of a doctor’s stupidity. Doris’ father came to see us then went back to Cass City where he died a few weeks later of a heart attack. The wife of our landlord, who lived next door to us, was killed when her car stalled in front of a fast moving train. It seemed as if we were dealing with one terrible event after another.
My Role As a Photo Journalist
The Speed Graphic was the standard camera for journalists in the field for many years; and for good reason. It was a magnificent camera, well constructed, and it rarely failed. The only drawback was its big size and the fact that it only shot two pictures in a slide pack. We had to always carry a heavy bag over the shoulder filled with more film packs, flash bulbs and spare batteries for the flash gun attached to the side of the camera. During my years as a bureau reporter at South Haven, Michigan, I did as much camera work as I did writing for my employer. Consequently, the camera led me into some interesting adventures. I carried it with me everywhere. It rode in the trunk of my car so was within easy reach whenever I came upon something unusual and that I thought might make a good news photograph.
The Speed Graphic was the standard camera for journalists in the field for many years; and for good reason. It was a magnificent camera, well constructed, and it rarely failed. The only drawback was its big size and the fact that it only shot two pictures in a slide pack. We had to always carry a heavy bag over the shoulder filled with more film packs, flash bulbs and spare batteries for the flash gun attached to the side of the camera. During my years as a bureau reporter at South Haven, Michigan, I did as much camera work as I did writing for my employer. Consequently, the camera led me into some interesting adventures. I carried it with me everywhere. It rode in the trunk of my car so was within easy reach whenever I came upon something unusual and that I thought might make a good news photograph.
Mayor Glenn Sperry
Glenn Sperry was a young up-and-coming lawyer with an office in downtown South Haven. I knew him through my work in the courts but we were not good acquaintances, at least at first. Then one day something happened that changed all that. Glenn called and asked if I could come to his office. He said he wanted my advice on something important. How could I resist an invitation like that? I showed up. Glenn said he was thinking seriously about running for the office of mayor. But he said he was a Democrat living in a predominately Republican area and needed some technical advice on how to run a successful campaign. He said he had been watching me and reading my stories. Since I had covered a few elections, he thought I might be in a position to give him some good advice.
Glenn Sperry was a young up-and-coming lawyer with an office in downtown South Haven. I knew him through my work in the courts but we were not good acquaintances, at least at first. Then one day something happened that changed all that. Glenn called and asked if I could come to his office. He said he wanted my advice on something important. How could I resist an invitation like that? I showed up. Glenn said he was thinking seriously about running for the office of mayor. But he said he was a Democrat living in a predominately Republican area and needed some technical advice on how to run a successful campaign. He said he had been watching me and reading my stories. Since I had covered a few elections, he thought I might be in a position to give him some good advice.
My Experience With Jury Duty
In my years as a police and court news reporter I was only called once for jury duty because I knew too much about just about any case that went before a judge. Even civil cases sometimes caught my attention. When I was working in South Haven, I was corralled one day to make up a sixth member of a municipal court jury panel in the old municipal court that operated then. I just happened to be in city hall and they asked me to fill in. It was a traffic case. I knew nothing about it and did not know the defendant, so I agreed. I thought it would be an interesting experience. I was not disappointed.
The case was tried before a municipal judge by a city attorney. Another local lawyer argued the defense.
In my years as a police and court news reporter I was only called once for jury duty because I knew too much about just about any case that went before a judge. Even civil cases sometimes caught my attention. When I was working in South Haven, I was corralled one day to make up a sixth member of a municipal court jury panel in the old municipal court that operated then. I just happened to be in city hall and they asked me to fill in. It was a traffic case. I knew nothing about it and did not know the defendant, so I agreed. I thought it would be an interesting experience. I was not disappointed.
The case was tried before a municipal judge by a city attorney. Another local lawyer argued the defense.
Adventures As A Volunteer Fire Fighter
When working as a bureau reporter in South Haven, Michigan, I began giving glossy prints of fire scenes to the fire department as a courtesy and in appreciation for the department’s cooperation in allowing me to “get the story.” The chief, Les Olmstead, liked my pictures so much he coaxed me into becoming a volunteer fire fighter and regular photographer for the department. I accepted. My adventures as a volunteer fire fighter did not just involve taking pictures of burning buildings. Almost from the start I was involved in training and was actively fighting fires.
When working as a bureau reporter in South Haven, Michigan, I began giving glossy prints of fire scenes to the fire department as a courtesy and in appreciation for the department’s cooperation in allowing me to “get the story.” The chief, Les Olmstead, liked my pictures so much he coaxed me into becoming a volunteer fire fighter and regular photographer for the department. I accepted. My adventures as a volunteer fire fighter did not just involve taking pictures of burning buildings. Almost from the start I was involved in training and was actively fighting fires.
Living Among The Dead And The Dying
The newspaper I worked for at Benton Harbor, Michigan, in the early journalism years, used as much art as possible to tell the stories of major news events in our area. That meant publishing photographs of every local person killed in traffic accidents, drowning, shootings, and worst-of-all, the Vietnam War. We also attempted to get pictures of every fatal traffic accident and every violent death scene. Consequently I was always on police call. It was rare when I didn’t spent a Saturday night shooting pictures of tangled wreckage on some highway. I lived with my camera, a standard Speed Graphic that shot great images on large sheets of film measuring four inches by five inches. During the years I worked on the newspaper’s South Haven bureau, I witnessed some extremely gory scenes. And sometimes I photographed dead people without realizing it.
The newspaper I worked for at Benton Harbor, Michigan, in the early journalism years, used as much art as possible to tell the stories of major news events in our area. That meant publishing photographs of every local person killed in traffic accidents, drowning, shootings, and worst-of-all, the Vietnam War. We also attempted to get pictures of every fatal traffic accident and every violent death scene. Consequently I was always on police call. It was rare when I didn’t spent a Saturday night shooting pictures of tangled wreckage on some highway. I lived with my camera, a standard Speed Graphic that shot great images on large sheets of film measuring four inches by five inches. During the years I worked on the newspaper’s South Haven bureau, I witnessed some extremely gory scenes. And sometimes I photographed dead people without realizing it.
The Kennedy Assassination
Everybody who was living on November 22, 1963, vividly remembers what they were doing when we got the news that President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, Texas. Ours was no exception. I was squeezed in at my attic desk, working on whatever it was that I had to work on that day. We rarely watched television during the day, but in her psychic way, Doris decided to turn the television on. It was on when there was a news break and Walter Cronkite came on to announce that Kennedy had been shot. She called me down. We stood for hours in disbelief as the news reporters lead us through the horrors of that dark day. We watched as Cronkite finally gave the choked-up announcement that Kennedy was dead, then took his glasses off. I think he did it to wipe away his tears.
Everybody who was living on November 22, 1963, vividly remembers what they were doing when we got the news that President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, Texas. Ours was no exception. I was squeezed in at my attic desk, working on whatever it was that I had to work on that day. We rarely watched television during the day, but in her psychic way, Doris decided to turn the television on. It was on when there was a news break and Walter Cronkite came on to announce that Kennedy had been shot. She called me down. We stood for hours in disbelief as the news reporters lead us through the horrors of that dark day. We watched as Cronkite finally gave the choked-up announcement that Kennedy was dead, then took his glasses off. I think he did it to wipe away his tears.
Remembering The Ghastly Police Stories
Police and court reporting brings news reporters into close contact with the darker side of a world that most people never see. Over the years I covered some extreme traffic accidents, train wrecks, structure fires, murders, bank robberies and so many other events that it would be difficult to remember them all. But a few have remained fixed in my memory simply because of their gruesome morbidity. Read on if you dare.
Police and court reporting brings news reporters into close contact with the darker side of a world that most people never see. Over the years I covered some extreme traffic accidents, train wrecks, structure fires, murders, bank robberies and so many other events that it would be difficult to remember them all. But a few have remained fixed in my memory simply because of their gruesome morbidity. Read on if you dare.
The Parachutist That Almost Didn’t Make It
There was some kind of air show occurring almost every year at the South Haven Airport. They were usually such gala events that as an area bureau news reporter I had to cover them. The family often came with me because they were fun. Among the kind of events held at the airport were parachute jumps. Jump clubs would occasionally gather to parachute down into the airport from high overhead. I attended one memorable show with my son Aaron at my side that almost turned into a disaster.
There was some kind of air show occurring almost every year at the South Haven Airport. They were usually such gala events that as an area bureau news reporter I had to cover them. The family often came with me because they were fun. Among the kind of events held at the airport were parachute jumps. Jump clubs would occasionally gather to parachute down into the airport from high overhead. I attended one memorable show with my son Aaron at my side that almost turned into a disaster.
We Buy a House
When the decision was made to buy a house, Doris and I spent a lot of time with a local real estate agent, looking at a wide variety of houses, ranging from low-cost fixer-uppers to the ultimate . . . a fine brick mansion with fenced in manicured yard and steps leading down the lake bluff to a boat dock and storage structure. The latter sold for a whopping one million dollars, something unheard of in 1964. After much searching, pencil pushing and calculating, we decided on a beautiful two-story four-bedroom stucco house in a quiet neighborhood that we felt would be the perfect place to raise our children. It was a fine house with a wrap-around porch that led to doors that opened to the living and dining rooms. We bought that fine house for about $21,000 in 1963. Our neighbors included the publisher of the South Haven Tribune on one side of us, and the owner and operator of the local Ace Hardware on the other.
When the decision was made to buy a house, Doris and I spent a lot of time with a local real estate agent, looking at a wide variety of houses, ranging from low-cost fixer-uppers to the ultimate . . . a fine brick mansion with fenced in manicured yard and steps leading down the lake bluff to a boat dock and storage structure. The latter sold for a whopping one million dollars, something unheard of in 1964. After much searching, pencil pushing and calculating, we decided on a beautiful two-story four-bedroom stucco house in a quiet neighborhood that we felt would be the perfect place to raise our children. It was a fine house with a wrap-around porch that led to doors that opened to the living and dining rooms. We bought that fine house for about $21,000 in 1963. Our neighbors included the publisher of the South Haven Tribune on one side of us, and the owner and operator of the local Ace Hardware on the other.
The Artist
I have long forgotten his name, and a search of the web fails to raise it. During my time at South Haven I was invited to attend an art show north of town, in an old farmhouse located close to the Lake Michigan shore, hosted by one of the more interesting men I have met. This man, who I featured in various stories, was in the prime of his life and extremely wealthy. As his story went, he invented a type of silk screen printing while working on his master’s degree at a Michigan university. He patented the process, sold it, and made his fortune by the time he was in his mid-twenties. He chose to settle at South Haven, bought the old farm that included some property, and set about to establish a colony for artists all over the nation to gather and work.
I have long forgotten his name, and a search of the web fails to raise it. During my time at South Haven I was invited to attend an art show north of town, in an old farmhouse located close to the Lake Michigan shore, hosted by one of the more interesting men I have met. This man, who I featured in various stories, was in the prime of his life and extremely wealthy. As his story went, he invented a type of silk screen printing while working on his master’s degree at a Michigan university. He patented the process, sold it, and made his fortune by the time he was in his mid-twenties. He chose to settle at South Haven, bought the old farm that included some property, and set about to establish a colony for artists all over the nation to gather and work.
When Fire Fighters Are Hindered By Politics
A few years back there was national anger and outrage after the South Fulton, Tennessee fire department stood by and watched a family’s house burn to the ground because it had not paid a $75 fee for fire protection. Unfortunately, the anger was aimed at the fire fighters when it was probably not something they wanted to do. The real culprits might well be found sitting quietly in their ivory towers within local government offices.
A few years back there was national anger and outrage after the South Fulton, Tennessee fire department stood by and watched a family’s house burn to the ground because it had not paid a $75 fee for fire protection. Unfortunately, the anger was aimed at the fire fighters when it was probably not something they wanted to do. The real culprits might well be found sitting quietly in their ivory towers within local government offices.
The Day Frank Kelley Came to Town
There had been a big political rally at Fidelman’s Resort at South Haven and Michigan Attorney General Frank Kelley was the guest speaker. I covered the event, rushed home to write my story, and then Doris and I responded to an invitation to join guests gathering at Mayor Glenn Sperry’s house to receive Mr. Kelley. It was a gala affair with members of the City Council, industrial and business leaders, and anybody who was anybody in South Haven in attendance. Doris and I felt honored to be among the guests at such an affair. But something unexpected happened that night and I have been laughing about it ever since.
There had been a big political rally at Fidelman’s Resort at South Haven and Michigan Attorney General Frank Kelley was the guest speaker. I covered the event, rushed home to write my story, and then Doris and I responded to an invitation to join guests gathering at Mayor Glenn Sperry’s house to receive Mr. Kelley. It was a gala affair with members of the City Council, industrial and business leaders, and anybody who was anybody in South Haven in attendance. Doris and I felt honored to be among the guests at such an affair. But something unexpected happened that night and I have been laughing about it ever since.
My New Hobby: House Restoration
My friendship with South Haven’s Police Chief Otto Buelow led me into a new interest that would affect our lives for many years. One night Doris and I were invited to Otto’s house to visit. It was a large older house and once inside, we could see that a lot of interesting restoration of that grand old structure was in progress. That turned out to be Chief Buelow’s hobby. After this visit I was hooked. I suppose it was inevitable that I would fall into building restoration. When I found the right house I bought it and went to work.
My friendship with South Haven’s Police Chief Otto Buelow led me into a new interest that would affect our lives for many years. One night Doris and I were invited to Otto’s house to visit. It was a large older house and once inside, we could see that a lot of interesting restoration of that grand old structure was in progress. That turned out to be Chief Buelow’s hobby. After this visit I was hooked. I suppose it was inevitable that I would fall into building restoration. When I found the right house I bought it and went to work.
The Fidelman Incident
Irving Fidelman owned and operated his resort complex just north of South Haven. The facility offered rooms and a large dining and meeting area, plus outstanding chefs so the resort attracted many large state conventions and important political gatherings. Some of these gatherings involved important political and civic organizations and featured well known speakers. It was news that these people were even in our town even if they had nothing of news value to say. Consequently, I was a frequent visitor to the resort. I was always welcome until the day Fidelman's son got arrested on a felony count and I had to write the story.
Irving Fidelman owned and operated his resort complex just north of South Haven. The facility offered rooms and a large dining and meeting area, plus outstanding chefs so the resort attracted many large state conventions and important political gatherings. Some of these gatherings involved important political and civic organizations and featured well known speakers. It was news that these people were even in our town even if they had nothing of news value to say. Consequently, I was a frequent visitor to the resort. I was always welcome until the day Fidelman's son got arrested on a felony count and I had to write the story.
The Day I Got Religion
My episode with the Christian church began with a pursuit for an off-the-wall news story. Someone told me that the American Baptist minister in South Haven was predicting the end of the world. That was too tempting a carrot for me to pass up and I called the man. The pastor laughed when I fired my question. He said that he wasn’t exactly predicting the end of the world, but rather he was teaching a class in which he said he believed the restoration of Israel as a nation was a Bible prophecy that came true, and that this event was an important precursor to yet a second great prophetic event. That was the Second Coming of Jesus and his thousand-year reign on the Earth. I was intrigued and sought to learn more . . .
My episode with the Christian church began with a pursuit for an off-the-wall news story. Someone told me that the American Baptist minister in South Haven was predicting the end of the world. That was too tempting a carrot for me to pass up and I called the man. The pastor laughed when I fired my question. He said that he wasn’t exactly predicting the end of the world, but rather he was teaching a class in which he said he believed the restoration of Israel as a nation was a Bible prophecy that came true, and that this event was an important precursor to yet a second great prophetic event. That was the Second Coming of Jesus and his thousand-year reign on the Earth. I was intrigued and sought to learn more . . .
Struggling With Religious Separation
One day the church pastor approached me with a notice that he had learned of my involvement with the fire department. He said he wanted me to quit the fire department because it was important that as a “born-again Christian” I was instructed by the scriptures to separate myself from things of the world. I was dumbfounded. What he was asking me to do was something I could not and would not do. I found it hard to believe the verses he used to prove his case . . . something from one of Paul’s letters . . . could be correct. Rather than submit to the pastor’s order, I went to a Christian book store, bought all of the literature I could find concerning the subject of Christian separation, and launched an intense study of this subject. I found that some of the leading theologians had an entirely different interpretation of separation.
One day the church pastor approached me with a notice that he had learned of my involvement with the fire department. He said he wanted me to quit the fire department because it was important that as a “born-again Christian” I was instructed by the scriptures to separate myself from things of the world. I was dumbfounded. What he was asking me to do was something I could not and would not do. I found it hard to believe the verses he used to prove his case . . . something from one of Paul’s letters . . . could be correct. Rather than submit to the pastor’s order, I went to a Christian book store, bought all of the literature I could find concerning the subject of Christian separation, and launched an intense study of this subject. I found that some of the leading theologians had an entirely different interpretation of separation.
The Mormons And The Marble Drop
During the two months that I was forced to lay on my back and recover from a bout with mononucleosis at South Haven, I buried my nose in books on Christian theology. Our church pastor and some of the deacons came to visit and I fired questions about church doctrine at them attempting to clarify various issues that left me confused. I was not alone in that. I found that many of the great minds in church theology struggled with many of the same questions. One day when two young Mormons came to my door, earning their crowns in their own religious dogma, I was bored enough to let them in the house for a round of theological debate.
During the two months that I was forced to lay on my back and recover from a bout with mononucleosis at South Haven, I buried my nose in books on Christian theology. Our church pastor and some of the deacons came to visit and I fired questions about church doctrine at them attempting to clarify various issues that left me confused. I was not alone in that. I found that many of the great minds in church theology struggled with many of the same questions. One day when two young Mormons came to my door, earning their crowns in their own religious dogma, I was bored enough to let them in the house for a round of theological debate.
Judge Goodwillie and the UFO
Judge Donald Goodwillie asked me to come to his home on the north side of South Haven on the night of his sighting. When I arrived I found him in an excited state. He said he worried that people were going to think he was crazy but thought he should tell somebody what he saw. He said he was out in his yard and observed a long, large tube-shaped object, with bright colored lights glowing from end-to-end, glide slowly and silently over his house. He said there was absolutely no sound. The thing just floated over him like a giant balloon then flew off into the horizon.
Judge Donald Goodwillie asked me to come to his home on the north side of South Haven on the night of his sighting. When I arrived I found him in an excited state. He said he worried that people were going to think he was crazy but thought he should tell somebody what he saw. He said he was out in his yard and observed a long, large tube-shaped object, with bright colored lights glowing from end-to-end, glide slowly and silently over his house. He said there was absolutely no sound. The thing just floated over him like a giant balloon then flew off into the horizon.
“Any Publicity Is Good Publicity”
It began with a police report that a black family had been hospitalized. Some of the children were unconscious and in critical condition after their home filled with carbon monoxide fumes from a leaking chimney pipe. It happened in the 1960's in South Haven, Michigan, when I was working there as a bureau reporter for a daily newspaper in Benton Harbor.
It began with a police report that a black family had been hospitalized. Some of the children were unconscious and in critical condition after their home filled with carbon monoxide fumes from a leaking chimney pipe. It happened in the 1960's in South Haven, Michigan, when I was working there as a bureau reporter for a daily newspaper in Benton Harbor.
Lost Town Of Singapore Michigan
When I worked as a South Haven bureau reporter for the former News-Palladium newspaper at Benton Harbor, Michigan, I met an elderly man living in the Douglas/Saugatuck area who had a strange story to tell. He said that in his youth he remembered a third lumber town that existed along the Lake Michigan shoreline, not far from the location of Douglas and Saugatuck, that still exists, but has been buried by shifting sand dunes. The story of Singapore has been well documented now, and is part of the local heritage. But at the time I met this old native and heard his story, the memory and almost all trace of the town was not only buried, but nearly forgotten.
When I worked as a South Haven bureau reporter for the former News-Palladium newspaper at Benton Harbor, Michigan, I met an elderly man living in the Douglas/Saugatuck area who had a strange story to tell. He said that in his youth he remembered a third lumber town that existed along the Lake Michigan shoreline, not far from the location of Douglas and Saugatuck, that still exists, but has been buried by shifting sand dunes. The story of Singapore has been well documented now, and is part of the local heritage. But at the time I met this old native and heard his story, the memory and almost all trace of the town was not only buried, but nearly forgotten.
Adventures With Tom Renner
My rival at the South Haven Tribune, Jack Stroud, took a job with the Pontiac Press. He was replaced by Tim Renner, a tall, blond-haired young reporter who had as much energy to burn as I did in those days. He turned out to be an outstanding reporter and we developed a friendly rivalry. Tom and I both joined the Fire Department at about the same time. After fighting fire and working shoulder to shoulder on a few extra hot blazes, our friendship grew even deeper.
My rival at the South Haven Tribune, Jack Stroud, took a job with the Pontiac Press. He was replaced by Tim Renner, a tall, blond-haired young reporter who had as much energy to burn as I did in those days. He turned out to be an outstanding reporter and we developed a friendly rivalry. Tom and I both joined the Fire Department at about the same time. After fighting fire and working shoulder to shoulder on a few extra hot blazes, our friendship grew even deeper.
Why Reporters Don’t Sit On Juries
In my years as a police and court news reporter I was only called once for jury duty because I knew too much about just about any case that went before a judge. Even civil cases sometimes caught my attention. When I was working in South Haven, I was corralled one day to make up a sixth member of a municipal court jury panel in the old municipal court that operated then. I just happened to be in City Hall and they asked me to fill in. It was a traffic case. I knew nothing about it and did not know the defendant, so I agreed. I thought it would be an interesting experience. I was not disappointed.
The Demonic Browns
It was not long after moving into our place on Superior Street that we became familiar with our neighbors. An elderly lady lived alone in the house right next to us. Two doors farther down the street lived the Brown family. And a most obnoxious and troublesome family this was. The children who were about the same age as ours were constantly invading our yard, walking right in the house, and when we were not around, they destroyed things. Many of our children’s favorite toys were either smashed or stolen. One day Aaron retaliated, as children do. He either destroyed something the boy owned or punched him in the nose; I do not recall just what the offense was. I found out about it when the father, a large burly Neanderthal of a man, showed up at my door. That was the beginning of a neighborhood war that almost got me arrested.
It was not long after moving into our place on Superior Street that we became familiar with our neighbors. An elderly lady lived alone in the house right next to us. Two doors farther down the street lived the Brown family. And a most obnoxious and troublesome family this was. The children who were about the same age as ours were constantly invading our yard, walking right in the house, and when we were not around, they destroyed things. Many of our children’s favorite toys were either smashed or stolen. One day Aaron retaliated, as children do. He either destroyed something the boy owned or punched him in the nose; I do not recall just what the offense was. I found out about it when the father, a large burly Neanderthal of a man, showed up at my door. That was the beginning of a neighborhood war that almost got me arrested.
The South Haven Centennial
While living and working in South Haven, I did not neglect researching the local library’s microfilm files. My main focus at that time was a search for information about the strange number of “Indian mounds” and “garden beds” found by the early settlers that moved on the land. But one winter day, early in the year 1968, I came upon an interesting discovery. The City of South Haven was incorporated as a village in 1868, exactly one hundred years earlier. This discovery sparked a city-wide movement to hold a Centennial Celebration. And wouldn't you know, I found myself caught up in the middle of it.
While living and working in South Haven, I did not neglect researching the local library’s microfilm files. My main focus at that time was a search for information about the strange number of “Indian mounds” and “garden beds” found by the early settlers that moved on the land. But one winter day, early in the year 1968, I came upon an interesting discovery. The City of South Haven was incorporated as a village in 1868, exactly one hundred years earlier. This discovery sparked a city-wide movement to hold a Centennial Celebration. And wouldn't you know, I found myself caught up in the middle of it.
The Stranger At Our House
Amid all of the chaos occurring during the summer of 1968 was the odd appearance of a young man from California named Ken McDonald. The Benton Harbor office sent him to South Haven to study bureau journalism under my tutoring. He sold himself as a journalism student and had been given summer employment with our newspaper. In reality, Ken was a law student. We learned that much later. In spite of our busy lives, and the fact that we were in the process of putting on a centennial celebration, moving to a new job, trying to get a final house painting job completed and still serving as an volunteer fire fighter, Doris and I took him in, gave him Aaron’s upstairs bedroom, and put Aaron on the couch in the living room.
Amid all of the chaos occurring during the summer of 1968 was the odd appearance of a young man from California named Ken McDonald. The Benton Harbor office sent him to South Haven to study bureau journalism under my tutoring. He sold himself as a journalism student and had been given summer employment with our newspaper. In reality, Ken was a law student. We learned that much later. In spite of our busy lives, and the fact that we were in the process of putting on a centennial celebration, moving to a new job, trying to get a final house painting job completed and still serving as an volunteer fire fighter, Doris and I took him in, gave him Aaron’s upstairs bedroom, and put Aaron on the couch in the living room.
Our Time In South Haven Comes To An End
I received a telephone call from Dan Ryan, the publisher of the Kalamazoo Gazette. It turned out that Ryan was on the board of directors of Kalamazoo College, owned a summer cottage in South Haven, and was familiar with my work for the News-Palladium. He offered me a job at the Gazette. After thinking about it for a few days, I called him back and accepted. All of this was going on as South Haven was moving toward the great event that was to be the town’s centennial celebration. I told Ryan I could not come to Kalamazoo until after the centennial was over and he agreed. I notified Bert of my decision, and Doris and I started packing.
I received a telephone call from Dan Ryan, the publisher of the Kalamazoo Gazette. It turned out that Ryan was on the board of directors of Kalamazoo College, owned a summer cottage in South Haven, and was familiar with my work for the News-Palladium. He offered me a job at the Gazette. After thinking about it for a few days, I called him back and accepted. All of this was going on as South Haven was moving toward the great event that was to be the town’s centennial celebration. I told Ryan I could not come to Kalamazoo until after the centennial was over and he agreed. I notified Bert of my decision, and Doris and I started packing.
Corruption In Kalamazoo
Before we could move to Kalamazoo we needed a place to live. I do not remember why we chose not to rent. We contacted a real estate agent and began looking at homes to buy. After several days of traveling over hill and dale, looking at various houses in the city and in the country, Doris and I chose to purchase a large house at 360 Prairie Ave. It was located on top of a hill in the heart of the city. In my mind it was going to be a business venture. But this was not to ever be . . .
Before we could move to Kalamazoo we needed a place to live. I do not remember why we chose not to rent. We contacted a real estate agent and began looking at homes to buy. After several days of traveling over hill and dale, looking at various houses in the city and in the country, Doris and I chose to purchase a large house at 360 Prairie Ave. It was located on top of a hill in the heart of the city. In my mind it was going to be a business venture. But this was not to ever be . . .
At The Gazette
The Kalamazoo Gazette was located in a large building in the heart of downtown Kalamazoo. We were within blocks of a main street that had been turned into a giant park and mall with the major stores facing it. Also nearby was the Upjohn Company, one of the major pharmaceutical firms in the nation. There were two basic cities at Kalamazoo. One was the City of Kalamazoo and the other was Portage Township, which strangely retained its old name, but the entire township had been incorporated into city status. The two cities were divided by Interstate 94 which ran directly across Michigan between Chicago and Detroit. My first job was to cover Portage Township city government. I attended a few council meetings, and was just beginning to learn how that government operated when I was moved into a new position as Music and Religion Editor.
The Kalamazoo Gazette was located in a large building in the heart of downtown Kalamazoo. We were within blocks of a main street that had been turned into a giant park and mall with the major stores facing it. Also nearby was the Upjohn Company, one of the major pharmaceutical firms in the nation. There were two basic cities at Kalamazoo. One was the City of Kalamazoo and the other was Portage Township, which strangely retained its old name, but the entire township had been incorporated into city status. The two cities were divided by Interstate 94 which ran directly across Michigan between Chicago and Detroit. My first job was to cover Portage Township city government. I attended a few council meetings, and was just beginning to learn how that government operated when I was moved into a new position as Music and Religion Editor.
Fighting Montgomery Ward
South Haven had a Montgomery Ward catalog store at the time we were refurbishing the house on Superior Street. I established a charge card with the store and began using it to buy light fixtures and various items for finishing the house. Among the final jobs before leaving South Haven was the installation of a folding door at a small broom closet constructed in one corner of the kitchen. I called to find out what happened and was assured that the order would be filled. After another long wait, and time was running out before we had to move out of the house, I made yet a third call, only to be assured that I would receive my order. The door arrived at last. And it arrived again. And it arrived a third time. Three doors were shipped to the downtown store. I accepted one of them and had the others returned. After moving to Kalamazoo, I received my Wards bill and found a $900 charge for three doors. And from there the fight with headquarters began . . .
South Haven had a Montgomery Ward catalog store at the time we were refurbishing the house on Superior Street. I established a charge card with the store and began using it to buy light fixtures and various items for finishing the house. Among the final jobs before leaving South Haven was the installation of a folding door at a small broom closet constructed in one corner of the kitchen. I called to find out what happened and was assured that the order would be filled. After another long wait, and time was running out before we had to move out of the house, I made yet a third call, only to be assured that I would receive my order. The door arrived at last. And it arrived again. And it arrived a third time. Three doors were shipped to the downtown store. I accepted one of them and had the others returned. After moving to Kalamazoo, I received my Wards bill and found a $900 charge for three doors. And from there the fight with headquarters began . . .
Doris Gets Miracle Job
The move to Kalamazoo and the disappointment over the city’s harsh rules blocking our plans to place apartments in the house we purchased left us financially pinched and trying to turn a monster of a building into a home. Doris had a way of working miracles and it was not long before she had the place looking and feeling comfortable. But my income at the newspaper, and the fact that we had to wait through another six-month probationary period before benefits like the company health insurance plan kicked in, left us eating hot dogs and beans once again. Doris decided that she needed to search for work. Kalamazoo had two large hospitals, Borgess, a Catholic oriented facility, and Bronson Methodist. She found a job opening in the lab at Borgess, applied for it, and was hired.
The move to Kalamazoo and the disappointment over the city’s harsh rules blocking our plans to place apartments in the house we purchased left us financially pinched and trying to turn a monster of a building into a home. Doris had a way of working miracles and it was not long before she had the place looking and feeling comfortable. But my income at the newspaper, and the fact that we had to wait through another six-month probationary period before benefits like the company health insurance plan kicked in, left us eating hot dogs and beans once again. Doris decided that she needed to search for work. Kalamazoo had two large hospitals, Borgess, a Catholic oriented facility, and Bronson Methodist. She found a job opening in the lab at Borgess, applied for it, and was hired.
The Mexican Migrant Affair
One day the Detroit Free Press published a front page expose on the ill treatment of Mexican migrant farm workers on fruit and vegetable farms operating in Southwest Michigan. It was a story generated in the Gazette’s back yard and the editors went a little crazy to think that we were “scooped” on a story like that. Because I had worked at Benton Harbor and was familiar with the area, I was assigned to go into the field and come back with our own version of the story. My story, which conflicted with the Free Press account, stirred much controversy.
One day the Detroit Free Press published a front page expose on the ill treatment of Mexican migrant farm workers on fruit and vegetable farms operating in Southwest Michigan. It was a story generated in the Gazette’s back yard and the editors went a little crazy to think that we were “scooped” on a story like that. Because I had worked at Benton Harbor and was familiar with the area, I was assigned to go into the field and come back with our own version of the story. My story, which conflicted with the Free Press account, stirred much controversy.
Covering Music in Kalamazoo
When I was assigned to cover the music and religion beat, I discovered that I had a very large and daunting task laid before me. Kalamazoo had three schools of higher learning that included Western Michigan University, Kalamazoo College, and Kalamazoo Valley Community College, a facility supported by the Reformed churches. All three schools were heavily involved in music. Also Kalamazoo had a community supported symphony orchestra that offered excellent concerts throughout the year in a large 3000-seat auditorium at the university. Kalamazoo almost had music flowing in the streets.
When I was assigned to cover the music and religion beat, I discovered that I had a very large and daunting task laid before me. Kalamazoo had three schools of higher learning that included Western Michigan University, Kalamazoo College, and Kalamazoo Valley Community College, a facility supported by the Reformed churches. All three schools were heavily involved in music. Also Kalamazoo had a community supported symphony orchestra that offered excellent concerts throughout the year in a large 3000-seat auditorium at the university. Kalamazoo almost had music flowing in the streets.
On The Religion Beat
The Bible training I received during my early years as a practicing “fundamental” Christian in South Haven gave me a familiarity with the Bible and a foundation for the job that awaited me in Kalamazoo. One could find just about every kind of church and religious institution one could think of, and then some, in Kalamazoo. They ranged from Greek Orthodox to Unitarian, Jewish Synagogues to Jehovah’s Witness and Church of the Nazarene. As I moved among the pastors and spiritual leaders of these different faiths I enjoyed engaging them in open dialogue, when the chance presented itself, and through this my education in church doctrine and dogma grew.
The Bible training I received during my early years as a practicing “fundamental” Christian in South Haven gave me a familiarity with the Bible and a foundation for the job that awaited me in Kalamazoo. One could find just about every kind of church and religious institution one could think of, and then some, in Kalamazoo. They ranged from Greek Orthodox to Unitarian, Jewish Synagogues to Jehovah’s Witness and Church of the Nazarene. As I moved among the pastors and spiritual leaders of these different faiths I enjoyed engaging them in open dialogue, when the chance presented itself, and through this my education in church doctrine and dogma grew.
Leading Hippies To Jesus
Among the more ridiculous public projects I ever got involved in was a Christian movement in Kalamazoo to lead the hippies in the community to Jesus. Because I was the religion editor/reporter and attended a Bible church, I was invited to join a group that was attempting to open and operate a church centered coffee shop designed to attract the hippie crowd. Through this contact the object was to attempt to win these “wicked children” into Christianity.
Among the more ridiculous public projects I ever got involved in was a Christian movement in Kalamazoo to lead the hippies in the community to Jesus. Because I was the religion editor/reporter and attended a Bible church, I was invited to join a group that was attempting to open and operate a church centered coffee shop designed to attract the hippie crowd. Through this contact the object was to attempt to win these “wicked children” into Christianity.
I Am In A Wreck
The Buick hit my truck broadside, right behind the cab. The impact spun us around and we ended up slammed backside into the edge of the opposite side of the highway. That old truck didn’t have seat belts and the kids were not strapped in. Miraculously the passenger’s side door stayed closed and everybody remained in the cab so we all came out of it unhurt. The truck was a total wreck and that Buick took a lot of damage.
The Buick hit my truck broadside, right behind the cab. The impact spun us around and we ended up slammed backside into the edge of the opposite side of the highway. That old truck didn’t have seat belts and the kids were not strapped in. Miraculously the passenger’s side door stayed closed and everybody remained in the cab so we all came out of it unhurt. The truck was a total wreck and that Buick took a lot of damage.
Neighborhood Troubles in Kalamazoo
Our house on the hill was located less than a block from the I-94 business loop through the city, so there was always a lot of traffic noise. Also the elementary school our children attended was close to our home, but located across that highway, so there was always concern about getting them to and from school safely. Fortunately the school provided safety guards that assured safe crossings. But this was then and may remain today a mixed racial neighborhood and the racial issue was raising its ugly head. It all began affecting us in a very personal way.
Our house on the hill was located less than a block from the I-94 business loop through the city, so there was always a lot of traffic noise. Also the elementary school our children attended was close to our home, but located across that highway, so there was always concern about getting them to and from school safely. Fortunately the school provided safety guards that assured safe crossings. But this was then and may remain today a mixed racial neighborhood and the racial issue was raising its ugly head. It all began affecting us in a very personal way.
Our Second Kalamazoo House
I don’t remember exactly how we found out about it, but a piece of property unexpectedly went up for sale on North Street, about two blocks away, at the bottom of the hill, that we managed to buy. There had been a bitter divorce and the property was sold as part of the settlement. As always, the place needed some work, but it was already far better than the barn we were living in. Somehow we bought the place and moved in.
I don’t remember exactly how we found out about it, but a piece of property unexpectedly went up for sale on North Street, about two blocks away, at the bottom of the hill, that we managed to buy. There had been a bitter divorce and the property was sold as part of the settlement. As always, the place needed some work, but it was already far better than the barn we were living in. Somehow we bought the place and moved in.
How I Experienced The Moon Landing
We had a television set operating in the newsroom on July 29, 1969, the day the Apollo spacecraft landed on the Moon and astronauts Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin made their historic walks on the lunar surface. I remember that it was a hot summer day because I was sent out with a photographer to do a “man-on-the-street” series of interviews, asking people’s reaction to what had just been accomplished.
We had a television set operating in the newsroom on July 29, 1969, the day the Apollo spacecraft landed on the Moon and astronauts Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin made their historic walks on the lunar surface. I remember that it was a hot summer day because I was sent out with a photographer to do a “man-on-the-street” series of interviews, asking people’s reaction to what had just been accomplished.
Epaphroditus Ransom
Unpublished Kalamazoo History
Kalamazoo produced a governor and former Supreme Court Justice named Epaphroditus Ransom but I discovered that this governor's mansion was demolished to make room for a parking lot. I wrote a few historical feature stories but learned that the managing editor (I have long forgotten his name) didn’t enjoy history any more than the people who tore down the governor’s mansion and the Frank Lloyd Wright house did. Only one of my stories saw the light of day. I discovered that Kalamazoo was the home of the Gibson Guitar Company, and also the place where the famous Checker Cabs, favored for use as taxi cabs all over the country, were manufactured. The company went out of business in 1997. I wrote a few historical feature stories but learned that the managing editor (I have long forgotten his name) didn’t enjoy history any more than the people who tore down the governor’s mansion and the Frank Lloyd Wright house did. Only one of my stories saw the light of day.
Kalamazoo produced a governor and former Supreme Court Justice named Epaphroditus Ransom but I discovered that this governor's mansion was demolished to make room for a parking lot. I wrote a few historical feature stories but learned that the managing editor (I have long forgotten his name) didn’t enjoy history any more than the people who tore down the governor’s mansion and the Frank Lloyd Wright house did. Only one of my stories saw the light of day. I discovered that Kalamazoo was the home of the Gibson Guitar Company, and also the place where the famous Checker Cabs, favored for use as taxi cabs all over the country, were manufactured. The company went out of business in 1997. I wrote a few historical feature stories but learned that the managing editor (I have long forgotten his name) didn’t enjoy history any more than the people who tore down the governor’s mansion and the Frank Lloyd Wright house did. Only one of my stories saw the light of day.
At The North Street House
There were a few memorable events that occurred during our short occupancy of the house at 1616 North Street. When we were closing on the property, the woman who had lived there told us that she believed her husband had hidden valuable jewelry somewhere in the building, but she never could find it. One day the girls came screaming down the stairs and said there was a bat hanging from the ceiling in the upstairs hall. I went up with a broom in hand, and sure enough, a large bat was hanging right at the top of the stairs. A wild pack of dogs was running at large in the wooded area behind our house. The list of events goes on . . .
There were a few memorable events that occurred during our short occupancy of the house at 1616 North Street. When we were closing on the property, the woman who had lived there told us that she believed her husband had hidden valuable jewelry somewhere in the building, but she never could find it. One day the girls came screaming down the stairs and said there was a bat hanging from the ceiling in the upstairs hall. I went up with a broom in hand, and sure enough, a large bat was hanging right at the top of the stairs. A wild pack of dogs was running at large in the wooded area behind our house. The list of events goes on . . .
About Woodstock and Vicksburg
The young couple that bought our house was Catholic, and planned to send any future children to a parochial school, so the busing issue was not a problem for them. Doris and I had located another house to purchase, a former school that had been converted as a large, two-story house south of Kalamazoo. Our kids would be attending school in Vicksburg, which we also found to be a well run school district. While all of this was going on plans were underway for the big 1969 Woodstock Festival in New York State. When the weekend of the festival approached, it seemed that all of the youth of Kalamazoo was moving on out in various vans, many of them painted in bright rainbow colors popular among the hippy crowd. We sensed that something important was happening all around us and that we were missing out on it.
The young couple that bought our house was Catholic, and planned to send any future children to a parochial school, so the busing issue was not a problem for them. Doris and I had located another house to purchase, a former school that had been converted as a large, two-story house south of Kalamazoo. Our kids would be attending school in Vicksburg, which we also found to be a well run school district. While all of this was going on plans were underway for the big 1969 Woodstock Festival in New York State. When the weekend of the festival approached, it seemed that all of the youth of Kalamazoo was moving on out in various vans, many of them painted in bright rainbow colors popular among the hippy crowd. We sensed that something important was happening all around us and that we were missing out on it.
Sandusky: The Fulton Street House
After having bought our house near Vicksburg, Doris and I found ourselves having to find another place to live. I don’t remember why it never crossed our minds to rent a house. Instead of doing that we contacted a local real estate agent, and with about $2,000 cash in our pocket, set out to try to buy another house in or around Sandusky. We looked at some very junky clap-trap buildings. You don’t get much of a house when you don’t have much money for a down payment. We finally settled on a little two-bedroom house on Fulton Street, located just two blocks from the office where I would work. It was not much of a house and we got it for $7,000 on a land contract. We had the place paid off in about the next two years.
After having bought our house near Vicksburg, Doris and I found ourselves having to find another place to live. I don’t remember why it never crossed our minds to rent a house. Instead of doing that we contacted a local real estate agent, and with about $2,000 cash in our pocket, set out to try to buy another house in or around Sandusky. We looked at some very junky clap-trap buildings. You don’t get much of a house when you don’t have much money for a down payment. We finally settled on a little two-bedroom house on Fulton Street, located just two blocks from the office where I would work. It was not much of a house and we got it for $7,000 on a land contract. We had the place paid off in about the next two years.
The Sandusky Experience: My Unhappy Family
While I liked the arrangement I had in Sandusky the rest of the family was not very happy. Doris, who gave up what she remembered as “the best job I ever had” in a large and advanced hospital in Kalamazoo to take a position at Sandusky Community Hospital felt out-of-place. Because it was a small facility her evening and weekend job not only involved lab work but she was forced to learn to be an X-ray technician, something she was never trained to do. She said the lab was outdated and the director refused to consider many of the new tests and techniques she brought with her into the labyrinth she now was forced to work in. Our children were removed from a great school system in the middle of a school year and plunked down in what turned out to be a more archaic education system.
While I liked the arrangement I had in Sandusky the rest of the family was not very happy. Doris, who gave up what she remembered as “the best job I ever had” in a large and advanced hospital in Kalamazoo to take a position at Sandusky Community Hospital felt out-of-place. Because it was a small facility her evening and weekend job not only involved lab work but she was forced to learn to be an X-ray technician, something she was never trained to do. She said the lab was outdated and the director refused to consider many of the new tests and techniques she brought with her into the labyrinth she now was forced to work in. Our children were removed from a great school system in the middle of a school year and plunked down in what turned out to be a more archaic education system.
I Get Checked Out
Not long after my arrival at Sandusky, I experienced four occasions where I was “checked out” by certain people in interesting circles. All four apparently were interested in finding out if I was going to be a threat to their way of operating, or if I perhaps could be drawn into their circle. If I hadn't been so involved in the Christian Church and in love with my family at the time I might have been tempted.
Not long after my arrival at Sandusky, I experienced four occasions where I was “checked out” by certain people in interesting circles. All four apparently were interested in finding out if I was going to be a threat to their way of operating, or if I perhaps could be drawn into their circle. If I hadn't been so involved in the Christian Church and in love with my family at the time I might have been tempted.
On the Sandusky Beat
Sanilac County is the largest county per square mile in the State of Michigan. It is primarily an agricultural area. I covered three cities; Sandusky, Brown City, and Croswell, plus the villages of Applegate, Deckerville, Carsonville, Lexington, Marlette, Peck, Melvin and Minden. There were something like thirty townships, seven school districts and an Intermediate School District within my “government” beat. My duties also took me north into neighboring Huron County when major events were happening anywhere from Bad Axe north to Port Austin and east to Harbor Beach. Little wonder that I needed a car on that job.
Sanilac County is the largest county per square mile in the State of Michigan. It is primarily an agricultural area. I covered three cities; Sandusky, Brown City, and Croswell, plus the villages of Applegate, Deckerville, Carsonville, Lexington, Marlette, Peck, Melvin and Minden. There were something like thirty townships, seven school districts and an Intermediate School District within my “government” beat. My duties also took me north into neighboring Huron County when major events were happening anywhere from Bad Axe north to Port Austin and east to Harbor Beach. Little wonder that I needed a car on that job.
My Journalist Friends; John and Eric
John Savage and Eric Levine were my news competitors during my years in Sandusky. While we were always in competition they were both good newsmen and we developed a friendship and respect for one another that became part of my personal story in that community.
John Savage and Eric Levine were my news competitors during my years in Sandusky. While we were always in competition they were both good newsmen and we developed a friendship and respect for one another that became part of my personal story in that community.
My Confrontation With The Church
How I Got Saved: Part I
That week I stopped at a local magazine shop to get my regular copy of Playboy, and on impulse, also bought a paper back book by the Rev. Billy Graham that spoke of events during the “end times.” It was while lying in bed, reading Graham’s book, that something hit me. Graham described the constant movement of the stars, planets and constellations to prove the very existence of God. He asked where all of this energy comes from to create and maintain this complex universe. That question hit me hard. That night I quietly prayed, asking for God’s salvation. It was a very private event and I am not sure I ever spoke of it to Doris.
How I Got Saved: Part I
That week I stopped at a local magazine shop to get my regular copy of Playboy, and on impulse, also bought a paper back book by the Rev. Billy Graham that spoke of events during the “end times.” It was while lying in bed, reading Graham’s book, that something hit me. Graham described the constant movement of the stars, planets and constellations to prove the very existence of God. He asked where all of this energy comes from to create and maintain this complex universe. That question hit me hard. That night I quietly prayed, asking for God’s salvation. It was a very private event and I am not sure I ever spoke of it to Doris.
The Separation Issue
My Confrontation With the Church: Part II
South Haven, Michigan, today boasts 41 churches of various denominations. I cannot remember the first church we joined although I think it was either a Bible or Baptist church. It was a relatively new congregation located on Blue Star Memorial highway circling the city. That church pastor preached a severe separation policy. It was not long before he confronted me about my membership on the South Haven Fire Department and a Saturday night bowling league that I belonged to. He argued that separation to Christ meant a separation from all worldly things. This forced me to raid the Christian book stores collecting books about church member separation. I learned that the accepted theology is that born again Christians worked as a witness to the people we worked and played with. Putting walls between us and the rest of the community failed to accomplish the work we were meant to do. This became a major separating point with that church and we decided to move on.
My Confrontation With the Church: Part II
South Haven, Michigan, today boasts 41 churches of various denominations. I cannot remember the first church we joined although I think it was either a Bible or Baptist church. It was a relatively new congregation located on Blue Star Memorial highway circling the city. That church pastor preached a severe separation policy. It was not long before he confronted me about my membership on the South Haven Fire Department and a Saturday night bowling league that I belonged to. He argued that separation to Christ meant a separation from all worldly things. This forced me to raid the Christian book stores collecting books about church member separation. I learned that the accepted theology is that born again Christians worked as a witness to the people we worked and played with. Putting walls between us and the rest of the community failed to accomplish the work we were meant to do. This became a major separating point with that church and we decided to move on.
Fort Dennison (Episcopal Diocese)
The Kalamazoo Experience
Church History III
The editors at the Gazette soon discovered my interests and assigned me to be the paper’s religion and music editor. Thus began two years of intense Bible training. One could find just about every kind of church and religious institution one could think of, and then some, in Kalamazoo. They ranged from Greek Orthodox to Unitarian, Jewish Synagogues to Jehovah’s Witness and Church of the Nazarene. As I moved among the pastors and spiritual leaders of these different faiths I enjoyed engaging them in open dialogue, when the chance presented itself, and through this my education in church doctrine and dogma grew.
Church History III
The editors at the Gazette soon discovered my interests and assigned me to be the paper’s religion and music editor. Thus began two years of intense Bible training. One could find just about every kind of church and religious institution one could think of, and then some, in Kalamazoo. They ranged from Greek Orthodox to Unitarian, Jewish Synagogues to Jehovah’s Witness and Church of the Nazarene. As I moved among the pastors and spiritual leaders of these different faiths I enjoyed engaging them in open dialogue, when the chance presented itself, and through this my education in church doctrine and dogma grew.
The Abortion Issue
Church History IV
After accepting a bureau job in Sandusky, Michigan for the Times Herald, we began attending the Sandusky Baptist Church. Doris took a job in the lab at the local hospital. That was our positions when the U.S. Supreme Court handed its infamous Roe vs. Wade decision. Our church had a Central Baptist affiliation and took a strong stand against the decision that struck down all state laws prohibiting abortions in the United States. Thus we fell in with other church members and the sentiment of much of the community that looked at such a ruling with shock and awe. I recall writing stories about political candidates and religious leaders of the area speaking out against the ruling.
Church History IV
After accepting a bureau job in Sandusky, Michigan for the Times Herald, we began attending the Sandusky Baptist Church. Doris took a job in the lab at the local hospital. That was our positions when the U.S. Supreme Court handed its infamous Roe vs. Wade decision. Our church had a Central Baptist affiliation and took a strong stand against the decision that struck down all state laws prohibiting abortions in the United States. Thus we fell in with other church members and the sentiment of much of the community that looked at such a ruling with shock and awe. I recall writing stories about political candidates and religious leaders of the area speaking out against the ruling.
Sandusky Baptist Church
My Confrontation with the Church Part V
When we first arrived in Sandusky we attended services for a while in the Sandusky Baptist Church. It was located right at the end a Fulton Street and a few blocks from our house. But we never were completely sold on the church because it had a Central Baptist affiliation and Doris believed the only “good” Baptist churches were those linked to the General Association of Regular Baptist Churches, or GARB. But I got involved in that church anyway and became active in church affairs. All went well, the church membership grew, but then the pastor left his family and ran off with another woman.
My Confrontation with the Church Part V
When we first arrived in Sandusky we attended services for a while in the Sandusky Baptist Church. It was located right at the end a Fulton Street and a few blocks from our house. But we never were completely sold on the church because it had a Central Baptist affiliation and Doris believed the only “good” Baptist churches were those linked to the General Association of Regular Baptist Churches, or GARB. But I got involved in that church anyway and became active in church affairs. All went well, the church membership grew, but then the pastor left his family and ran off with another woman.
Starting A New Church
Confrontation with Church Part VI
After we left the church, the congregation called a new pastor, but then fired him because it was said he was offending everyone in the church with his strict disciplinary theology. That caused those of us who were still wandering in search of a church home to take notice. I was one of a small delegation of men who visited this minister before he moved out of the parsonage. We came to find out what he was all about. We liked him and invited him to help us organize a new church. He accepted. Our first services were held in the spacious living room of our house on Hale Road.
Confrontation with Church Part VI
After we left the church, the congregation called a new pastor, but then fired him because it was said he was offending everyone in the church with his strict disciplinary theology. That caused those of us who were still wandering in search of a church home to take notice. I was one of a small delegation of men who visited this minister before he moved out of the parsonage. We came to find out what he was all about. We liked him and invited him to help us organize a new church. He accepted. Our first services were held in the spacious living room of our house on Hale Road.
Harvey Cagel And The Bus Ministry
After the beard disaster Doris and I returned to the Baptist Church in Marlette. It was a large church almost in the center of the town, and big enough that there was a youth pastor as well as the regular minister. The music program in that church was outstanding . . . there was a great choir and the woman who played the piano and/or organ was such a good musician she had everybody tapping their toes to the beat. We quickly made that church our home. It became a routine for us to attend morning services, have our dinner at a local A&W, then spend the afternoon with the kids in the local park so we could return for the Sunday evening service. I soon got involved in the choir, and then I somehow got tangled up in a bus ministry.
After the beard disaster Doris and I returned to the Baptist Church in Marlette. It was a large church almost in the center of the town, and big enough that there was a youth pastor as well as the regular minister. The music program in that church was outstanding . . . there was a great choir and the woman who played the piano and/or organ was such a good musician she had everybody tapping their toes to the beat. We quickly made that church our home. It became a routine for us to attend morning services, have our dinner at a local A&W, then spend the afternoon with the kids in the local park so we could return for the Sunday evening service. I soon got involved in the choir, and then I somehow got tangled up in a bus ministry.
Destruction of Two More Country Churches
Last of Series: My Confrontation of Churches
After our experience in the Sandusky and Marlette Baptist Churches, you might have thought we had learned our lessons concerning Christianity. But we were determined to continue on searching for a church home. Our next adventure was in a country Bible church on a side road in Tuscola County’s Dayton Township near a little place called Silverwood. The people in that church welcomed us with open arms. Our involvement there did not last long. Shortly after we started attended services the pastor’s unmarried teenage daughter was discovered to be quite pregnant. The pastor resigned. The church broke up after that and we were again lacking a church home. I got deeply involved in what was called the Snover Bible Church. That ended in disaster as well. This was our final church home.
Last of Series: My Confrontation of Churches
After our experience in the Sandusky and Marlette Baptist Churches, you might have thought we had learned our lessons concerning Christianity. But we were determined to continue on searching for a church home. Our next adventure was in a country Bible church on a side road in Tuscola County’s Dayton Township near a little place called Silverwood. The people in that church welcomed us with open arms. Our involvement there did not last long. Shortly after we started attended services the pastor’s unmarried teenage daughter was discovered to be quite pregnant. The pastor resigned. The church broke up after that and we were again lacking a church home. I got deeply involved in what was called the Snover Bible Church. That ended in disaster as well. This was our final church home.
Life On Fulton Street
In addition to constantly working on the dilapidated Fulton Street house, there were several incidents that stand out. The property, located in the middle of the block, had a deep rear yard that tempted me to begin gardening again. The first year I spaded a small garden patch and grew a few vegetables. The garden was so successful, and we found the soil so rich, that I began making my garden larger and larger until it took up most of the back yard. I started ordering raspberry and blueberry plants and experimenting with melons and various bean and corn varieties. Eventually I had a fine garden and no more space for expansion.
In addition to constantly working on the dilapidated Fulton Street house, there were several incidents that stand out. The property, located in the middle of the block, had a deep rear yard that tempted me to begin gardening again. The first year I spaded a small garden patch and grew a few vegetables. The garden was so successful, and we found the soil so rich, that I began making my garden larger and larger until it took up most of the back yard. I started ordering raspberry and blueberry plants and experimenting with melons and various bean and corn varieties. Eventually I had a fine garden and no more space for expansion.
Unexplained Death In The Woods
The body was found by fellow deer hunters one autumn somewhere in Sanilac County. The man was shot dead while sitting in a blind, apparently waiting for a deer to wander into the sights of his own rifle. Police never determined who fired the fatal bullet and why it hit a man dressed in bright orange hunting clothes and sitting on a platform in a tree. I smelled a possible murder but could never prove it.
The body was found by fellow deer hunters one autumn somewhere in Sanilac County. The man was shot dead while sitting in a blind, apparently waiting for a deer to wander into the sights of his own rifle. Police never determined who fired the fatal bullet and why it hit a man dressed in bright orange hunting clothes and sitting on a platform in a tree. I smelled a possible murder but could never prove it.
The Changing Personality Of The Newspaper
The Times Herald was among the smallest of the daily newspapers in the massive Gannet chain. Consequently, it became a training ground for up-and-coming new recruits for top editorial positions. Thus, we endured an unending series of adjustments to new managing editors, city editors and even publishers throughout the years I worked on that newspaper. It was inevitable that every new publisher and every new managing editor had to make dynamic changes in the way things were done. They not only shifted jobs and priorities for staff workers, but they changed the format of the newspaper, the emphasis on news content, and even changed type fonts. Thus the Times Herald lost its personality. We went through one of these extreme makeovers at least once a year. As a bureau reporter I escaped most of the frustration suffered by people in the newspaper offices, but some of it came my way anyway.
The Times Herald was among the smallest of the daily newspapers in the massive Gannet chain. Consequently, it became a training ground for up-and-coming new recruits for top editorial positions. Thus, we endured an unending series of adjustments to new managing editors, city editors and even publishers throughout the years I worked on that newspaper. It was inevitable that every new publisher and every new managing editor had to make dynamic changes in the way things were done. They not only shifted jobs and priorities for staff workers, but they changed the format of the newspaper, the emphasis on news content, and even changed type fonts. Thus the Times Herald lost its personality. We went through one of these extreme makeovers at least once a year. As a bureau reporter I escaped most of the frustration suffered by people in the newspaper offices, but some of it came my way anyway.
Jim Ketchum
One year we had an over-zealous person in Port Huron, either one of the publishers or managing editors, that decided to expand operations of the bureaus. At the time the Times Herald had three operating news bureaus, one in Marine City, one in Capac, and mine in Sandusky. My bureau was certainly the busiest since my beat included not only all of Sanilac County, but portions of Huron County to the north. Thus the decision was made to add a second bureau reporter. My editor notified me of the decision and asked if I knew any reporters in the area that might be interested in the job. I knew Jim Ketchum who had been working as a young reporter for the Cass City Chronicle, a weekly paper operating in neighboring Tuscola County. We had met at various regional government meetings and I had been impressed with his writing abilities. I called him and told him about the job. He applied and was hired. Thus Jim joined me in the Sanilac Bureau.
One year we had an over-zealous person in Port Huron, either one of the publishers or managing editors, that decided to expand operations of the bureaus. At the time the Times Herald had three operating news bureaus, one in Marine City, one in Capac, and mine in Sandusky. My bureau was certainly the busiest since my beat included not only all of Sanilac County, but portions of Huron County to the north. Thus the decision was made to add a second bureau reporter. My editor notified me of the decision and asked if I knew any reporters in the area that might be interested in the job. I knew Jim Ketchum who had been working as a young reporter for the Cass City Chronicle, a weekly paper operating in neighboring Tuscola County. We had met at various regional government meetings and I had been impressed with his writing abilities. I called him and told him about the job. He applied and was hired. Thus Jim joined me in the Sanilac Bureau.
The PBB Poisoning
Dairy farming is a major part of the agriculture industry throughout the Thumb Area of Michigan. And it was not long after I began reporting the news there that dairy farmers began dealing with sick and dying cattle. The phenomenon was occurring on nearly all of the large dairy farms and veterinarians were baffled at first. Eventually it was discovered that a worker at Michigan Chemical Corporation accidentally mixed the chemical polybrominated biphenyl (PBB), a toxic fire retardant, with the cattle feed that was distributed by the Michigan Farm Bureau to dairy operations throughout Michigan. By the time this was discovered, an estimated nine million state residents had consumed contaminated meat and milk for at least a year. It was a disaster.
Dairy farming is a major part of the agriculture industry throughout the Thumb Area of Michigan. And it was not long after I began reporting the news there that dairy farmers began dealing with sick and dying cattle. The phenomenon was occurring on nearly all of the large dairy farms and veterinarians were baffled at first. Eventually it was discovered that a worker at Michigan Chemical Corporation accidentally mixed the chemical polybrominated biphenyl (PBB), a toxic fire retardant, with the cattle feed that was distributed by the Michigan Farm Bureau to dairy operations throughout Michigan. By the time this was discovered, an estimated nine million state residents had consumed contaminated meat and milk for at least a year. It was a disaster.
Our Vacation Trip To Yellowstone
After I had been at the Times Herald for a certain number of years I earned three weeks of vacation time. The first year that went into effect, Doris and I bought a new Plymouth station wagon and we left on a wonderful vacation trip to Yellowstone National Park and back again. It was to be only one of two family vacation trips we ever made, and it was a memorable one. I remember how I carefully planned that trip, choosing the routes to and from Yellowstone, calculating the miles we would drive each day, the scenic places we wanted to visit, and estimating the cost of every day we were going to be on the road. I still had fond memories of the trip I made there with Bill Havers and wanted my family to experience everything I had experienced and more.
After I had been at the Times Herald for a certain number of years I earned three weeks of vacation time. The first year that went into effect, Doris and I bought a new Plymouth station wagon and we left on a wonderful vacation trip to Yellowstone National Park and back again. It was to be only one of two family vacation trips we ever made, and it was a memorable one. I remember how I carefully planned that trip, choosing the routes to and from Yellowstone, calculating the miles we would drive each day, the scenic places we wanted to visit, and estimating the cost of every day we were going to be on the road. I still had fond memories of the trip I made there with Bill Havers and wanted my family to experience everything I had experienced and more.
Birth Of Jennifer
We were still living on Fulton Street when Doris began having symptoms that something was wrong. She went to see Dr. Groat, who was so concerned that he sent her to a specialist in the Detroit area. After an examination this doctor said she may be showing the early stages of an autoimmune deficiency which was possibly Lupus. Doris was sent to University of Michigan Hospital in Ann Arbor for extensive testing. There they discovered that Doris was pregnant. We have laughed ever since about all the trouble we went through to find out we were expecting a fourth child. For some reason it never occurred to us, to Dr. Groat or that specialist in Detroit that Doris might be pregnant.
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We were still living on Fulton Street when Doris began having symptoms that something was wrong. She went to see Dr. Groat, who was so concerned that he sent her to a specialist in the Detroit area. After an examination this doctor said she may be showing the early stages of an autoimmune deficiency which was possibly Lupus. Doris was sent to University of Michigan Hospital in Ann Arbor for extensive testing. There they discovered that Doris was pregnant. We have laughed ever since about all the trouble we went through to find out we were expecting a fourth child. For some reason it never occurred to us, to Dr. Groat or that specialist in Detroit that Doris might be pregnant.
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Vietnam War Prisoner Bob Abbott
Bob Abbott had been one of many Michigan soldiers captured by the Viet Cong in the Vietnam War and held captive for years in terrible conditions. After the war ended, the prisoners that were still alive started to come home. Col. Bob Abbott of Deckerville, in Sanilac County, was one of them. Abbott had been an Air Force fighter pilot that was shot down in April, 1967. He parachuted out of his plane and then was captured on the ground. He was held captive for the next six years, until March, 1973 before he was released. By this time I had gotten to know Bob’s parents and written stories about their long anxious wait. The father, a water well driller by trade, was a good natured man and we developed a friendship. Word finally came that Bob was coming home. He was being flown into Wright-Patterson Air Force Base near Dayton, Ohio. I was assigned to be at that base with a photographer on the day of his arrival.
Bob Abbott had been one of many Michigan soldiers captured by the Viet Cong in the Vietnam War and held captive for years in terrible conditions. After the war ended, the prisoners that were still alive started to come home. Col. Bob Abbott of Deckerville, in Sanilac County, was one of them. Abbott had been an Air Force fighter pilot that was shot down in April, 1967. He parachuted out of his plane and then was captured on the ground. He was held captive for the next six years, until March, 1973 before he was released. By this time I had gotten to know Bob’s parents and written stories about their long anxious wait. The father, a water well driller by trade, was a good natured man and we developed a friendship. Word finally came that Bob was coming home. He was being flown into Wright-Patterson Air Force Base near Dayton, Ohio. I was assigned to be at that base with a photographer on the day of his arrival.
Bessie Trigger And The Harvest Haus
The restaurant located directly across the street from my office was the local gathering place for the men in town to have their mid-morning coffee breaks. It became an excellent place for me to meet and get to know people when I first arrived in the area, and quickly became an important stop each day to pick-up on the local chatter about things going on in and around the community. I received many good story leads from just listening to the things the people were talking about in that place.
The restaurant located directly across the street from my office was the local gathering place for the men in town to have their mid-morning coffee breaks. It became an excellent place for me to meet and get to know people when I first arrived in the area, and quickly became an important stop each day to pick-up on the local chatter about things going on in and around the community. I received many good story leads from just listening to the things the people were talking about in that place.
The Drug Task Force
Sometime after President Richard Nixon the Ronald Reagan promoted the nation’s War on Drugs, federal money began seeping into state and local coffers to establish special police units to seek out the narcotics traffickers and put them out of business. At the time Sanilac County did not seem to have a drug problem. When the local police departments organized a county Drug Task Force unit I thought it was going to be a waste of tax money. Our kids confirmed what I thought I already knew . . . there appeared to be no problem of drug trafficking in the area. They said they hadn’t heard of it. Amazingly, the marijuana began appearing everywhere.
Sometime after President Richard Nixon the Ronald Reagan promoted the nation’s War on Drugs, federal money began seeping into state and local coffers to establish special police units to seek out the narcotics traffickers and put them out of business. At the time Sanilac County did not seem to have a drug problem. When the local police departments organized a county Drug Task Force unit I thought it was going to be a waste of tax money. Our kids confirmed what I thought I already knew . . . there appeared to be no problem of drug trafficking in the area. They said they hadn’t heard of it. Amazingly, the marijuana began appearing everywhere.
Saved By An Angel
We got about a mile down that road before I hit a very deep bank of snow that stopped the car. There we were, stuck in a snowbank. I had a shovel with me and was trying to dig the car out of the snowbank but thinking I was in big trouble. I prayed for help. That prayer was almost instantly answered. Suddenly, out of the blinding storm, came the roar of a snowmobile. On the machine was a person wrapped in a winter snow suit that covered him from head to foot. He had a ski mask so I could not even see his face. He pulled up to my mired car and yelled….”I think you need some help.” He then jumped off his machine, grabbed a large shovel he was carrying on the back of it, quickly shoveled my car out of the snow, helped me get the car turned around and headed back to the highway, then took my charge aboard his machine.
We got about a mile down that road before I hit a very deep bank of snow that stopped the car. There we were, stuck in a snowbank. I had a shovel with me and was trying to dig the car out of the snowbank but thinking I was in big trouble. I prayed for help. That prayer was almost instantly answered. Suddenly, out of the blinding storm, came the roar of a snowmobile. On the machine was a person wrapped in a winter snow suit that covered him from head to foot. He had a ski mask so I could not even see his face. He pulled up to my mired car and yelled….”I think you need some help.” He then jumped off his machine, grabbed a large shovel he was carrying on the back of it, quickly shoveled my car out of the snow, helped me get the car turned around and headed back to the highway, then took my charge aboard his machine.
Dead Woman In The Snow
Among the more memorable police stories I was involved with as a crime reporter was a case that began with the gruesome discovery of the almost nude and frozen body of a young woman. It was exposed when struck by a snowplow on a graveled side-road in Sanilac County’s Worth Township, just north of Port Huron. Sanilac County detectives treated the body as a murder victim almost from the start. The woman was wearing only a leather coat and boots, but no other clothing. Some kind of thin wire was still wrapped around one of her wrists and from the marks on her wrists and ankles, it was obvious that she had been bound but had somehow broken free and was attempting to find help when she collapsed along the road and froze to death.
Among the more memorable police stories I was involved with as a crime reporter was a case that began with the gruesome discovery of the almost nude and frozen body of a young woman. It was exposed when struck by a snowplow on a graveled side-road in Sanilac County’s Worth Township, just north of Port Huron. Sanilac County detectives treated the body as a murder victim almost from the start. The woman was wearing only a leather coat and boots, but no other clothing. Some kind of thin wire was still wrapped around one of her wrists and from the marks on her wrists and ankles, it was obvious that she had been bound but had somehow broken free and was attempting to find help when she collapsed along the road and froze to death.
The Santa Claus
The idea of dressing up and playing the role of Santa Claus probably came naturally to Donald Kramer. He was a stocky, elderly man with white hair, a big family and a good heart when I knew him. One year I was surprised when I took our young daughter Jennifer to visit Santa in an open booth set up in downtown Sandusky and recognized that it was Don hiding under the false beard and suit. He played the role perfectly and the children loved Don. He had a way about him that did not frighten children. I think it was because Don had children of his own and really liked them. Children always know.
The idea of dressing up and playing the role of Santa Claus probably came naturally to Donald Kramer. He was a stocky, elderly man with white hair, a big family and a good heart when I knew him. One year I was surprised when I took our young daughter Jennifer to visit Santa in an open booth set up in downtown Sandusky and recognized that it was Don hiding under the false beard and suit. He played the role perfectly and the children loved Don. He had a way about him that did not frighten children. I think it was because Don had children of his own and really liked them. Children always know.
Judge Deegan
My trouble with Judge Deegan began the day I was tipped off by one of the County Commissioners that the judge demanded a special private and secret meeting that was to be held an hour before the regular Wednesday morning commission meeting. My informant told me the judge was putting pressure on the commissioners for a big pay raise. I showed up at the commission meeting room an hour earlier than usual that morning and found the door closed and locked. Through the window, however, I could clearly see that all of the commissioners were in the room as were the county clerk and Judge Deegan. I knocked on the door and the clerk immediately got up to let me in. It was illegal in Michigan for public bodies to hold closed door meetings or special meetings that were not properly announced. Apparently the meeting had been going on for a while before I got there and the judge had already made his demands known to the board. The moment I arrived he got to his feet and stormed out of the room.
My trouble with Judge Deegan began the day I was tipped off by one of the County Commissioners that the judge demanded a special private and secret meeting that was to be held an hour before the regular Wednesday morning commission meeting. My informant told me the judge was putting pressure on the commissioners for a big pay raise. I showed up at the commission meeting room an hour earlier than usual that morning and found the door closed and locked. Through the window, however, I could clearly see that all of the commissioners were in the room as were the county clerk and Judge Deegan. I knocked on the door and the clerk immediately got up to let me in. It was illegal in Michigan for public bodies to hold closed door meetings or special meetings that were not properly announced. Apparently the meeting had been going on for a while before I got there and the judge had already made his demands known to the board. The moment I arrived he got to his feet and stormed out of the room.
Matt Harrar
After Doris’ father died, her mother remained a lonely widow for several years. One day an elderly gentleman walked into my office and said he wanted to buy an ad. I didn’t handle advertising and couldn’t help him, but I asked him what it was that he wanted to advertise. He said he wanted a housekeeper. He said he was alone, was very lonely, and what he really wanted was company. A bell went off in my head. I asked a few questions and learned that he owned a house on a farm near Carsonville, had a family living in the Carsonville area, and that he was employed by a local funeral home to drive ambulance and the hearse. His name was Matthew Harrar. On impulse I invited Mr. Harrar to our house for dinner a few days later when I knew Doris would be home. I told him I had a woman I wanted him to meet. He agreed. And that is how the Harrar family came into our lives. Click For More
After Doris’ father died, her mother remained a lonely widow for several years. One day an elderly gentleman walked into my office and said he wanted to buy an ad. I didn’t handle advertising and couldn’t help him, but I asked him what it was that he wanted to advertise. He said he wanted a housekeeper. He said he was alone, was very lonely, and what he really wanted was company. A bell went off in my head. I asked a few questions and learned that he owned a house on a farm near Carsonville, had a family living in the Carsonville area, and that he was employed by a local funeral home to drive ambulance and the hearse. His name was Matthew Harrar. On impulse I invited Mr. Harrar to our house for dinner a few days later when I knew Doris would be home. I told him I had a woman I wanted him to meet. He agreed. And that is how the Harrar family came into our lives. Click For More
Admiral John McCrea
Back when we still had a few veterans of World War I living in Sanilac County the director of the county’s Veteran’s Affairs office decided to hold a special dinner to honor this select group of elderly citizens. When I was working on an advance news story that was going to include a list of all of the names of the men and women on the honors list, I discovered that we had a surviving navy admiral. His name was Admiral John McCrea, a native of Marlette, who was now in his nineties and living somewhere in or near Boston. When I started digging into the story of Admiral McCrea, I learned that this man had a unique history. He had served as an aide to President Franklin D. Roosevelt, was given command of the Battleship Iowa, and was in command of that ship when it carried Roosevelt and some of the nation’s key military leadership on a secret mission to Malta for a famous meeting with Churchill and Stalin in 1943. Historic photographs of the three world leaders at that conference show Admiral McCrea standing behind the president.
Back when we still had a few veterans of World War I living in Sanilac County the director of the county’s Veteran’s Affairs office decided to hold a special dinner to honor this select group of elderly citizens. When I was working on an advance news story that was going to include a list of all of the names of the men and women on the honors list, I discovered that we had a surviving navy admiral. His name was Admiral John McCrea, a native of Marlette, who was now in his nineties and living somewhere in or near Boston. When I started digging into the story of Admiral McCrea, I learned that this man had a unique history. He had served as an aide to President Franklin D. Roosevelt, was given command of the Battleship Iowa, and was in command of that ship when it carried Roosevelt and some of the nation’s key military leadership on a secret mission to Malta for a famous meeting with Churchill and Stalin in 1943. Historic photographs of the three world leaders at that conference show Admiral McCrea standing behind the president.
Unholy Water Poltergeist Phenomenon
A story about an unexplained warm water stream that poured from electric sockets and lights in a cottage in the UK village of Adisham, and eventually destroyed the home, reminded me of an experience we had in one of the many haunted houses my family and I have lived in. Doris and I enjoyed buying older deteriorating houses and restoring them. Over the years we found it an inexpensive way to find housing and it gave us a great hobby of repairing and redecorating homes to suit our personal taste. This particular place was a nice three-bedroom brick country home, located on a quiet back road and it came with a barn, lots of garden space, and about five acres of land. There were fruit trees and other out-buildings, which gave it lots of appeal. But the roof leaked and I could never fix it.
A story about an unexplained warm water stream that poured from electric sockets and lights in a cottage in the UK village of Adisham, and eventually destroyed the home, reminded me of an experience we had in one of the many haunted houses my family and I have lived in. Doris and I enjoyed buying older deteriorating houses and restoring them. Over the years we found it an inexpensive way to find housing and it gave us a great hobby of repairing and redecorating homes to suit our personal taste. This particular place was a nice three-bedroom brick country home, located on a quiet back road and it came with a barn, lots of garden space, and about five acres of land. There were fruit trees and other out-buildings, which gave it lots of appeal. But the roof leaked and I could never fix it.
Judge Bunko
Jim Ketchum and I gave him the nickname “Bunko.” Everybody believed the Sanilac County Probate Court Judge was a greedy, crooked operator that used his position to acquire property and wealth, but we never could prove it. There were stories told about how he settled estates where there was no will, and somehow ended up owning the property involved. He and his family were so well buried in a complex volume of corporations, corporate conglomerates and Limited Liability Companies that it would have taken a law specialist to wade through the mounds of paperwork to find him. Every search we made came to a dead end with either his wife, one of his children, or some other relative as chairman of a board.
Jim Ketchum and I gave him the nickname “Bunko.” Everybody believed the Sanilac County Probate Court Judge was a greedy, crooked operator that used his position to acquire property and wealth, but we never could prove it. There were stories told about how he settled estates where there was no will, and somehow ended up owning the property involved. He and his family were so well buried in a complex volume of corporations, corporate conglomerates and Limited Liability Companies that it would have taken a law specialist to wade through the mounds of paperwork to find him. Every search we made came to a dead end with either his wife, one of his children, or some other relative as chairman of a board.
Duped Into Buying A Compact Car
The alarm of a gasoline shortage continued to plague the nation during the 1970s. President Gerald Ford issued an executive order setting the national speed limit at 50 miles per hour everywhere, which became a nightmare for anyone making lengthy trips. The national news media promoted the idea of a national effort to preserve fuel and cut America’s dependence on foreign oil. Oil companies moved through our farming area, thumping the ground with strange machines, apparently searching for new sources of crude oil on American soil. And automobile companies began promoting smaller, lightweight and compact cars with four-cylinder engines that they said would be fuel efficient. I was persuaded to trade in our lovely Plymouth station wagon that got twenty-five miles on a gallon of gas, for a compact Chevrolet that was so small we had a hard time getting the family packed into it. And the gas mileage for that tiny piece of junk was terrible.
The alarm of a gasoline shortage continued to plague the nation during the 1970s. President Gerald Ford issued an executive order setting the national speed limit at 50 miles per hour everywhere, which became a nightmare for anyone making lengthy trips. The national news media promoted the idea of a national effort to preserve fuel and cut America’s dependence on foreign oil. Oil companies moved through our farming area, thumping the ground with strange machines, apparently searching for new sources of crude oil on American soil. And automobile companies began promoting smaller, lightweight and compact cars with four-cylinder engines that they said would be fuel efficient. I was persuaded to trade in our lovely Plymouth station wagon that got twenty-five miles on a gallon of gas, for a compact Chevrolet that was so small we had a hard time getting the family packed into it. And the gas mileage for that tiny piece of junk was terrible.
The Lawsuit
I was named in a lawsuit after writing a police and court story involving a former worker for a Deckerville lumber company who was arrested and charged with defrauding his employer. It was a complex case in which the man was accused of stealing building material from the lumber yard and using it for an expansion of his home.
I was named in a lawsuit after writing a police and court story involving a former worker for a Deckerville lumber company who was arrested and charged with defrauding his employer. It was a complex case in which the man was accused of stealing building material from the lumber yard and using it for an expansion of his home.
Fiery Trial
When Lincoln retired in the mid-1970s he contacted me with a request for a story that would help him in a research project. He said he was collecting historical information on a forest fire that swept the Thumb Area of Michigan in 1881. I drove up to his house, did my interview, and wrote his story. He said the story generated so much interest he had descendants of fire victims send news clippings, copies of letters and material from personal diaries from all over the state. One spring day in 1980 Lincoln called. He said he wanted me to come up to his house and chat about writing his book. He said he had collected volumes of material about the fire, had begun writing it, but had just been named to sit on some state judicial commission in Lansing and no longer had time to write his book. He said he liked the way I helped promote his research and had been reading my stories in the Times Herald. He decided I would be just the person to write the historical book about the Fire of 1881.
When Lincoln retired in the mid-1970s he contacted me with a request for a story that would help him in a research project. He said he was collecting historical information on a forest fire that swept the Thumb Area of Michigan in 1881. I drove up to his house, did my interview, and wrote his story. He said the story generated so much interest he had descendants of fire victims send news clippings, copies of letters and material from personal diaries from all over the state. One spring day in 1980 Lincoln called. He said he wanted me to come up to his house and chat about writing his book. He said he had collected volumes of material about the fire, had begun writing it, but had just been named to sit on some state judicial commission in Lansing and no longer had time to write his book. He said he liked the way I helped promote his research and had been reading my stories in the Times Herald. He decided I would be just the person to write the historical book about the Fire of 1881.
The Hale Road House
Doris was working at Marlette Community Hospital after losing her Sandusky job. One of the women she worked with, Sandy Sims and her husband Charles were active in Christian circles and Charles sold real estate. So when we started looking for a larger house for our expanding family, we chose him to help us find what we needed. Our choice was a brick house with some acreage on Hale Road, a short strip of a road about a half mile off the main highway and five miles south of Sandusky. The place supposedly came with five acres of land, a large barn, fruit trees and a large yard. The property had been part of a farm that was purchased by a big farming operation owned by the Mezzo family. What we did not know was that part of the five acres we bought was cordoned off as part of the Mezzo farm and we never knew the difference. We also didn’t know was that our neighbor to the south, Dan Hale, had used heavy doses of weed killer on a field adjacent to the place where I planned a large garden plot, and it had an effect on my gardening for the first year or two. Also the house was haunted.
Doris was working at Marlette Community Hospital after losing her Sandusky job. One of the women she worked with, Sandy Sims and her husband Charles were active in Christian circles and Charles sold real estate. So when we started looking for a larger house for our expanding family, we chose him to help us find what we needed. Our choice was a brick house with some acreage on Hale Road, a short strip of a road about a half mile off the main highway and five miles south of Sandusky. The place supposedly came with five acres of land, a large barn, fruit trees and a large yard. The property had been part of a farm that was purchased by a big farming operation owned by the Mezzo family. What we did not know was that part of the five acres we bought was cordoned off as part of the Mezzo farm and we never knew the difference. We also didn’t know was that our neighbor to the south, Dan Hale, had used heavy doses of weed killer on a field adjacent to the place where I planned a large garden plot, and it had an effect on my gardening for the first year or two. Also the house was haunted.
Mystery Bug Bites
In our first spring at the Hale Road house, after it got warm enough, Doris and I began raising the windows to our downstairs bedroom and letting the cool night air in. We liked to read before we went to sleep, so we had reading lights on night stands on both sides of our bed. It was after we began having our window open that we started getting strange bites that not only itched but they swelled up and stayed around a few days, so we knew they were not mosquito bites. We suspected fleas. Doris searched the room with great care but found no trace of any insect that might be biting us. She was reacting worse to the bites than I was and appeared to be getting more of them. It was getting so bad we decided we had to fumigate the house.
In our first spring at the Hale Road house, after it got warm enough, Doris and I began raising the windows to our downstairs bedroom and letting the cool night air in. We liked to read before we went to sleep, so we had reading lights on night stands on both sides of our bed. It was after we began having our window open that we started getting strange bites that not only itched but they swelled up and stayed around a few days, so we knew they were not mosquito bites. We suspected fleas. Doris searched the room with great care but found no trace of any insect that might be biting us. She was reacting worse to the bites than I was and appeared to be getting more of them. It was getting so bad we decided we had to fumigate the house.
Last But Harrowing Trip To South Haven
The sale of our house in South Haven prompted one final trip from Sandusky to South Haven to close on the property. The state trooper and his wife, who rented the house, ended up buying it which made for a simple transaction. It also gave Doris and me a chance to take one final look at the place we remembered so fondly. After a full day of driving to South Haven, signing papers, doing some sight -seeing, we decided to celebrate by driving to Kalamazoo, enjoying a good meal there and checking into a Red Roof motel just off the expressway and spending the night. The idea was for Doris to do some shopping the next day before we drove home. That was not the way it worked out. Something woke me at about three in the morning and I was shocked to look out over the parking lot and see that we were being hit by a blinding snow storm. I turned on the television and they were forecasting a severe storm sweeping the entire state. The first effects of the storm were just then hitting Kalamazoo. Doris and I decided to hit the road and try to outrun the storm.
The sale of our house in South Haven prompted one final trip from Sandusky to South Haven to close on the property. The state trooper and his wife, who rented the house, ended up buying it which made for a simple transaction. It also gave Doris and me a chance to take one final look at the place we remembered so fondly. After a full day of driving to South Haven, signing papers, doing some sight -seeing, we decided to celebrate by driving to Kalamazoo, enjoying a good meal there and checking into a Red Roof motel just off the expressway and spending the night. The idea was for Doris to do some shopping the next day before we drove home. That was not the way it worked out. Something woke me at about three in the morning and I was shocked to look out over the parking lot and see that we were being hit by a blinding snow storm. I turned on the television and they were forecasting a severe storm sweeping the entire state. The first effects of the storm were just then hitting Kalamazoo. Doris and I decided to hit the road and try to outrun the storm.
The Sickness
It began when I received a call from the school. Susie’s teacher said our daughter had become very ill and was throwing up. She asked me to take her home. I checked out of the office, drove directly to the school and picked up Susie, then drove her home. Fortunately Doris was not working that day and was available to care for Susie. She was really sick. I went back to work. That evening, however, I came down with whatever it was that Susie had. I became deathly ill, began sweating, running a fever, and then began vomiting and experiencing extreme bouts of diarrhea, sometimes at the same time. In about the time it would have taken me to drive Susie home from school, Doris also was stricken. This was the worst virus we have ever experienced.
It began when I received a call from the school. Susie’s teacher said our daughter had become very ill and was throwing up. She asked me to take her home. I checked out of the office, drove directly to the school and picked up Susie, then drove her home. Fortunately Doris was not working that day and was available to care for Susie. She was really sick. I went back to work. That evening, however, I came down with whatever it was that Susie had. I became deathly ill, began sweating, running a fever, and then began vomiting and experiencing extreme bouts of diarrhea, sometimes at the same time. In about the time it would have taken me to drive Susie home from school, Doris also was stricken. This was the worst virus we have ever experienced.
Gas Truck Fire
A gasoline distribution business had a storage facility built along the highway going south from Sandusky. It consisted of at least two large storage tanks and a pumping station set back far enough from the road that they were hardly noticed by passing drivers. It was located, however, about a half mile from where we lived on Hale Road. One day the police scanner in my office blared the news that there was a large gasoline tank fire south of town. At that same moment the local fire siren sounded and volunteers from all over town were racing to the fire hall to board the trucks and race to the scene. I grabbed my camera and got there before they did. The smoke and fire could be seen from miles away.
A gasoline distribution business had a storage facility built along the highway going south from Sandusky. It consisted of at least two large storage tanks and a pumping station set back far enough from the road that they were hardly noticed by passing drivers. It was located, however, about a half mile from where we lived on Hale Road. One day the police scanner in my office blared the news that there was a large gasoline tank fire south of town. At that same moment the local fire siren sounded and volunteers from all over town were racing to the fire hall to board the trucks and race to the scene. I grabbed my camera and got there before they did. The smoke and fire could be seen from miles away.
The Mike Lucas Affair
Mike Lucas walked in my news bureau office one day, plopped down in the chair in front of my desk, introduced himself, and said he needed help. He explained that he was employed by the Sanilac County Community Mental Health Service, had been involved in trying to organize a union among workers, and was now fighting to keep his job. He wanted me to write an expose and tell everybody what was going on. Thus began one of the biggest and most sensational cases I was ever involved in during all of my years as a news reporter.
Mike Lucas walked in my news bureau office one day, plopped down in the chair in front of my desk, introduced himself, and said he needed help. He explained that he was employed by the Sanilac County Community Mental Health Service, had been involved in trying to organize a union among workers, and was now fighting to keep his job. He wanted me to write an expose and tell everybody what was going on. Thus began one of the biggest and most sensational cases I was ever involved in during all of my years as a news reporter.
At The Republican State Convention
By-in-large, the Republicans dominated the political scene in Sanilac County. They held county conventions that were heavily attended and politically charged. The Democrats held caucuses that drew perhaps 50 or 60 people. I covered them both, but rarely got much of a story from the Democratic meetings. One very hot political year while present at the Republican county convention, there was a call for people to volunteer as delegates to the looming State Party convention in Cobo Hall, Detroit. Those were the days before the delegates had to be elected to these jobs. The people showing up at the county conventions just picked the people they wanted to attend from the people present at the gathering. By that time I was so well known among all of the county elected people. Because I was present at the convention, they seemed to forget that I was there as a reporter and picked me as an alternate delegate for the state convention.
By-in-large, the Republicans dominated the political scene in Sanilac County. They held county conventions that were heavily attended and politically charged. The Democrats held caucuses that drew perhaps 50 or 60 people. I covered them both, but rarely got much of a story from the Democratic meetings. One very hot political year while present at the Republican county convention, there was a call for people to volunteer as delegates to the looming State Party convention in Cobo Hall, Detroit. Those were the days before the delegates had to be elected to these jobs. The people showing up at the county conventions just picked the people they wanted to attend from the people present at the gathering. By that time I was so well known among all of the county elected people. Because I was present at the convention, they seemed to forget that I was there as a reporter and picked me as an alternate delegate for the state convention.
About Sugar Beets
Among the big cash crops in the Thumb District are sugar beets. The farmers that grew them during my years in the area appeared to make good money, although the process of growing, harvesting and trucking the beets to market involved a heavy investment in equipment and a lot of work. The beets that were harvested were huge, sometimes more than a foot wide, and they had to be pulled from the ground by large machines that loaded them onto large trucks. Covering the beet farms became a strange part of my job in Sanilac County.
Among the big cash crops in the Thumb District are sugar beets. The farmers that grew them during my years in the area appeared to make good money, although the process of growing, harvesting and trucking the beets to market involved a heavy investment in equipment and a lot of work. The beets that were harvested were huge, sometimes more than a foot wide, and they had to be pulled from the ground by large machines that loaded them onto large trucks. Covering the beet farms became a strange part of my job in Sanilac County.
Gardening
During the years we lived on Hale Road I had my best garden ever. It stretched from the road back the full length of the yard almost to the barn. I experimented with many varieties of just about every vegetable from corn to peas and beans. I grew potatoes, melons, parsnips and carrots. Once the garden began producing, we enjoyed fresh vegetables throughout the summer, and the excess was saved in the deep freezer in our garage.
During the years we lived on Hale Road I had my best garden ever. It stretched from the road back the full length of the yard almost to the barn. I experimented with many varieties of just about every vegetable from corn to peas and beans. I grew potatoes, melons, parsnips and carrots. Once the garden began producing, we enjoyed fresh vegetables throughout the summer, and the excess was saved in the deep freezer in our garage.
The Christian School
I was active in getting the Sandusky Christian School launched. I remember attending City Council meetings on behalf of the church, getting zoning approval for a school on property given to the church at the southeast corner of the community. The church conducted a fund-raising campaign to raise our first buildings and hire the staff we needed. The school opened in 1973. The first buildings were two used Quonset huts that had been used as emergency classrooms at other schools during construction of new buildings. They were elevated metal buildings that offered a single classroom and adjoining restrooms and storage space. We brought the buildings to the grounds, had the utilities hooked up, hired teachers for the first two grades, and opened our doors. That was in 1973. A final school building was constructed about 10 years later, but then the school closed its doors in 2022 because of poor enrollment. That was long after we left the church and moved out of the community.
I was active in getting the Sandusky Christian School launched. I remember attending City Council meetings on behalf of the church, getting zoning approval for a school on property given to the church at the southeast corner of the community. The church conducted a fund-raising campaign to raise our first buildings and hire the staff we needed. The school opened in 1973. The first buildings were two used Quonset huts that had been used as emergency classrooms at other schools during construction of new buildings. They were elevated metal buildings that offered a single classroom and adjoining restrooms and storage space. We brought the buildings to the grounds, had the utilities hooked up, hired teachers for the first two grades, and opened our doors. That was in 1973. A final school building was constructed about 10 years later, but then the school closed its doors in 2022 because of poor enrollment. That was long after we left the church and moved out of the community.
The Ice Storm
It happened on March 2 on Aaron’s birthday. I remember that because when we moved back into the house two weeks later, remnants of his birthday cake and the dirty dishes from the birthday meal we were enjoying that evening were still on the kitchen table. The ice began accumulating on the trees, utility wires and roadways sometime in mid-day. I had been out on assignment and had to drive home on ice slicked roads. We had had ice storms before and assumed this was a brief event and that it would soon change to all rain or turn to snow within a short time. But that did not happen.
It happened on March 2 on Aaron’s birthday. I remember that because when we moved back into the house two weeks later, remnants of his birthday cake and the dirty dishes from the birthday meal we were enjoying that evening were still on the kitchen table. The ice began accumulating on the trees, utility wires and roadways sometime in mid-day. I had been out on assignment and had to drive home on ice slicked roads. We had had ice storms before and assumed this was a brief event and that it would soon change to all rain or turn to snow within a short time. But that did not happen.
The Horrors of Burning Wood
After the ice storm cut our power for 14 days, we took my Brother-in-Law Wayne’s suggestion that we begin heating our home with wood. With Wayne’s help, we bought a big enough wood fired furnace to heat the entire house and got it installed alongside our oil burner in the basement. Aaron and I began driving to the Port Hope farm and cutting trees that spring. We started with trees that were already down from wind storms or old age and then started thinning out the woods by taking older trees, making room for the saplings to grow. After a while we just began clear cutting roadways into the woods so we could back the truck right up to the wood we wanted to load. We would work long Saturdays, loading the pickup so full that it was almost dragging on the rear axle for the trips home.
After the ice storm cut our power for 14 days, we took my Brother-in-Law Wayne’s suggestion that we begin heating our home with wood. With Wayne’s help, we bought a big enough wood fired furnace to heat the entire house and got it installed alongside our oil burner in the basement. Aaron and I began driving to the Port Hope farm and cutting trees that spring. We started with trees that were already down from wind storms or old age and then started thinning out the woods by taking older trees, making room for the saplings to grow. After a while we just began clear cutting roadways into the woods so we could back the truck right up to the wood we wanted to load. We would work long Saturdays, loading the pickup so full that it was almost dragging on the rear axle for the trips home.
The Barn Fire
Our barn on the Hale Road property we once owned in Michigan was a massive structure. It had various parts to it, with the large main doors opening to the traditional hay mows on both sides of the main runway. We were allowing our neighbor to store his self-propelled combine there, and the main mow was filled with his hay. The other side was filled with miscellaneous farm-type things that were mostly there when we bought the property. This included steel fence posts, fence wire, some beehives and lumber. We lost that barn and everything in it in a fire one spring Saturday that destroyed many of our fruit trees, almost burned my pickup which was parked within a few feet, almost killed our daughter Jennifer who was barely walking at the time, and if the local volunteer fire department hadn’t been on the job as fast as it was, we believe we might also have lost our house. It was a disaster.
Our barn on the Hale Road property we once owned in Michigan was a massive structure. It had various parts to it, with the large main doors opening to the traditional hay mows on both sides of the main runway. We were allowing our neighbor to store his self-propelled combine there, and the main mow was filled with his hay. The other side was filled with miscellaneous farm-type things that were mostly there when we bought the property. This included steel fence posts, fence wire, some beehives and lumber. We lost that barn and everything in it in a fire one spring Saturday that destroyed many of our fruit trees, almost burned my pickup which was parked within a few feet, almost killed our daughter Jennifer who was barely walking at the time, and if the local volunteer fire department hadn’t been on the job as fast as it was, we believe we might also have lost our house. It was a disaster.
The Family Trip West
Just before the barn fire I bought a ten-year-old Oldsmobile 98 at what I thought was a very good price from a man in Brown City. It was a massive, maroon colored, four-door sedan with all of the luxuries that General Motors cars could have in those days. The car had a big V-8 engine, power steering, power brakes, power seats, power door locks, power windows, air conditioning and many other comforts one might imagine from a luxury automobile. I didn’t need this car. I just bought it on impulse because I could. Also that year I learned that I had been employed by the Times Herald long enough that I now qualified for a full month of vacation. When the insurance company settled on the loss of our barn, and after we contracted to have the mess cleaned up, we suddenly found ourselves with enough money to pay for a nice vacation trip. It was not long before we put all of this together and began planning a month-long trip to the mountains. Doris and I both put in for and got a corresponding month of vacation time off from our jobs that summer.
Just before the barn fire I bought a ten-year-old Oldsmobile 98 at what I thought was a very good price from a man in Brown City. It was a massive, maroon colored, four-door sedan with all of the luxuries that General Motors cars could have in those days. The car had a big V-8 engine, power steering, power brakes, power seats, power door locks, power windows, air conditioning and many other comforts one might imagine from a luxury automobile. I didn’t need this car. I just bought it on impulse because I could. Also that year I learned that I had been employed by the Times Herald long enough that I now qualified for a full month of vacation. When the insurance company settled on the loss of our barn, and after we contracted to have the mess cleaned up, we suddenly found ourselves with enough money to pay for a nice vacation trip. It was not long before we put all of this together and began planning a month-long trip to the mountains. Doris and I both put in for and got a corresponding month of vacation time off from our jobs that summer.
UFOs And My Family
When I was a teenager living on the family farm in Michigan I discovered that the window next to my bed easily opened to give me easy access to a gentle-sloping roof over the side entrance-way to the house. From there I could climb up on the peak of the roof of our two-story brick house. It was great to sit there on a warm summer night, feeling the soft breeze against my face and listening to the songs of the frogs, crickets and other creatures of the night. It was a great place to meditate and tune in with nature. In later years something strange began to happen. I started having vivid dreams about sitting on that roof and watching a large orange glowing ball of light rise up from behind the barn. Even today, writing about those dreams makes my heart pound. I have wondered if the dream was a recollection of a real event and that I may have been one of the many people in the world who experienced abduction by aliens. If it happened I have no other memory of it.
When I was a teenager living on the family farm in Michigan I discovered that the window next to my bed easily opened to give me easy access to a gentle-sloping roof over the side entrance-way to the house. From there I could climb up on the peak of the roof of our two-story brick house. It was great to sit there on a warm summer night, feeling the soft breeze against my face and listening to the songs of the frogs, crickets and other creatures of the night. It was a great place to meditate and tune in with nature. In later years something strange began to happen. I started having vivid dreams about sitting on that roof and watching a large orange glowing ball of light rise up from behind the barn. Even today, writing about those dreams makes my heart pound. I have wondered if the dream was a recollection of a real event and that I may have been one of the many people in the world who experienced abduction by aliens. If it happened I have no other memory of it.
Revelation: Our House Is Haunted
I think I first concluded that we were living in a haunted house after a twisted maple branch threw a large tree trunk at me. The tree came down on my left leg, cracking the bone near the knee. I ended up in a cast from my ankle to my hip and was forced to spend most of my time lying flat on my back for the next three months. Suddenly my busy schedule braked to a stop. I had time to reflect on my life. I spent hours thinking, reading, and watching television. Because I was always on the run, never taking time to stop and really look at my surroundings, I missed the fact that we had something supernatural happening right under our noses.
I think I first concluded that we were living in a haunted house after a twisted maple branch threw a large tree trunk at me. The tree came down on my left leg, cracking the bone near the knee. I ended up in a cast from my ankle to my hip and was forced to spend most of my time lying flat on my back for the next three months. Suddenly my busy schedule braked to a stop. I had time to reflect on my life. I spent hours thinking, reading, and watching television. Because I was always on the run, never taking time to stop and really look at my surroundings, I missed the fact that we had something supernatural happening right under our noses.
“That Car Never Should Have Been Built”
One of the worst mistakes I ever made was buying a used Plymouth Horizon that I thought would make a good economical vehicle to zip around the county in. This was after the Times Herald stopped furnishing cars for the bureau reporters to drive. The salesman, whose name I cannot recall but a man I considered a good friend at the time, tried to discourage me from buying the car. He liked General Motors products and sneered at this little Plymouth. He called it a “Mopar,” a promotional name Chrysler was using for its products at the time. After buying the car I could not fault the dealer for trying to talk me out of it. The car was a real lemon. In fact its color was yellow.
One of the worst mistakes I ever made was buying a used Plymouth Horizon that I thought would make a good economical vehicle to zip around the county in. This was after the Times Herald stopped furnishing cars for the bureau reporters to drive. The salesman, whose name I cannot recall but a man I considered a good friend at the time, tried to discourage me from buying the car. He liked General Motors products and sneered at this little Plymouth. He called it a “Mopar,” a promotional name Chrysler was using for its products at the time. After buying the car I could not fault the dealer for trying to talk me out of it. The car was a real lemon. In fact its color was yellow.
The Drama Of Moving Again
I was still in a cast and recovering from my broken leg when Doris discovered a “fixer-upper” rural house on the market near Applegate that could be purchased for a very low price. She did a drive-by and got all excited about taking on this house as another project. We talked to the realtor that had the house listed and arranged for a tour. It was a large four-bedroom farm home on Elk Creek Road, a dead-end dirt road that stopped where a bridge was out over Elk Creek. Living in the house was an older handicapped man confined to a wheelchair, and a retarded daughter who was doing her best to care for him. The house was solid but in a serious state of disrepair. Some windows were broken, the roof was starting to leak, there was obvious water damage to some of the upstairs rooms, and the house was filthy. Cats and other animals were living in the place. It was a massive home improvement project, but the price was so good and the location so good we decided to take it on.
I was still in a cast and recovering from my broken leg when Doris discovered a “fixer-upper” rural house on the market near Applegate that could be purchased for a very low price. She did a drive-by and got all excited about taking on this house as another project. We talked to the realtor that had the house listed and arranged for a tour. It was a large four-bedroom farm home on Elk Creek Road, a dead-end dirt road that stopped where a bridge was out over Elk Creek. Living in the house was an older handicapped man confined to a wheelchair, and a retarded daughter who was doing her best to care for him. The house was solid but in a serious state of disrepair. Some windows were broken, the roof was starting to leak, there was obvious water damage to some of the upstairs rooms, and the house was filthy. Cats and other animals were living in the place. It was a massive home improvement project, but the price was so good and the location so good we decided to take it on.
Taking On Another Dilapidated House
When we moved into the house on Elk Creek Road we moved into a real mess. I relied on Aaron to take on a lot of the projects that I would normally have been doing. Among the first jobs was the replacement of the broken windows in some second-floor bedrooms and also the basement. There was an open cistern in the basement that was full of water from roof run-off. Animals that got in through the broken basement windows had fallen into the cistern and drowned. We hired a contractor to pump out both the cistern and nearby sump pump hole and then flush both of these with acid to kill any bacteria and eliminate odors from the dead carcasses. Winter was upon us, so I paid a man from our church to install plastic covers over most of the windows that had no storms. And that was just the beginning.
When we moved into the house on Elk Creek Road we moved into a real mess. I relied on Aaron to take on a lot of the projects that I would normally have been doing. Among the first jobs was the replacement of the broken windows in some second-floor bedrooms and also the basement. There was an open cistern in the basement that was full of water from roof run-off. Animals that got in through the broken basement windows had fallen into the cistern and drowned. We hired a contractor to pump out both the cistern and nearby sump pump hole and then flush both of these with acid to kill any bacteria and eliminate odors from the dead carcasses. Winter was upon us, so I paid a man from our church to install plastic covers over most of the windows that had no storms. And that was just the beginning.
Cooking On Iron
After the success we had with the book Fiery Trial, the idea occurred to us one day to collect some of the best of the old-fashioned, century old recipes from some of the very old cookbooks Doris had gathered and produce a new cookbook filled with forgotten recipes. We went to work on the project and soon had a number of amazingly good recipes to put in that book. I put them all together, in a variety of categories ranging from meat and vegetable and desert dishes to old methods of making soap. Most of the recipes called for a “pinch” of this or that, and the use of lard or butter. I remember some of the soup, bread and especially the corn bread recipes were among our personal favorites.
After the success we had with the book Fiery Trial, the idea occurred to us one day to collect some of the best of the old-fashioned, century old recipes from some of the very old cookbooks Doris had gathered and produce a new cookbook filled with forgotten recipes. We went to work on the project and soon had a number of amazingly good recipes to put in that book. I put them all together, in a variety of categories ranging from meat and vegetable and desert dishes to old methods of making soap. Most of the recipes called for a “pinch” of this or that, and the use of lard or butter. I remember some of the soup, bread and especially the corn bread recipes were among our personal favorites.
The Flood
I should write more about the summer of 1986 when the rains came. As noted above, the entire Thumb Area was hit with something like 24 inches of rainfall within about a week’s time. While that amount of water can usually be temporarily destructive in most areas, in Sanilac, Huron and Tuscola Counties, where the land is mostly flat as a pancake, it was a disaster. All three counties were involved in the agricultural industry. The land was rich and just about any crop could be grown there.
I should write more about the summer of 1986 when the rains came. As noted above, the entire Thumb Area was hit with something like 24 inches of rainfall within about a week’s time. While that amount of water can usually be temporarily destructive in most areas, in Sanilac, Huron and Tuscola Counties, where the land is mostly flat as a pancake, it was a disaster. All three counties were involved in the agricultural industry. The land was rich and just about any crop could be grown there.
Discovering Sunken Ships
I think I always knew there were shipwrecks in Lake Huron. As a child growing up on Lake Huron, I recall a day at the beach with friends and observing the skeletal remains of what had been a wooden ship jutting up out of the water no more than a half mile off shore. The lake level apparently was lower than usual that summer thus exposing the wreck. I remember asking an adult near me about the thing I was looking at. This person said he knew nothing about it, but that it looked like the remains of an old shipwreck. The following year the water was back up to its usual level and I saw the wreck no more. But I never could forget that it was there . . .
I think I always knew there were shipwrecks in Lake Huron. As a child growing up on Lake Huron, I recall a day at the beach with friends and observing the skeletal remains of what had been a wooden ship jutting up out of the water no more than a half mile off shore. The lake level apparently was lower than usual that summer thus exposing the wreck. I remember asking an adult near me about the thing I was looking at. This person said he knew nothing about it, but that it looked like the remains of an old shipwreck. The following year the water was back up to its usual level and I saw the wreck no more. But I never could forget that it was there . . .
Sheriff Garry Binicki
The Regina Shipwreck
After Huron County got its underwater preserve approved by the State of Michigan, I learned that a team of Sanilac County divers was also busy finding and cataloging a cluster of wrecks off our coast. Two of the key members of that team, divers Sgt. Garry Binicki, a member of the Sanilac County Sheriff’s Department, and Jim Stayer, a Lexington area schoolteacher, called me one day with some very big news. They had just found the lost Canadian freighter Regina, lying in about 100 feet of water right off Port Sanilac. This vessel was one of many ships lost with all hands during the Great Storm of 1913.
After Huron County got its underwater preserve approved by the State of Michigan, I learned that a team of Sanilac County divers was also busy finding and cataloging a cluster of wrecks off our coast. Two of the key members of that team, divers Sgt. Garry Binicki, a member of the Sanilac County Sheriff’s Department, and Jim Stayer, a Lexington area schoolteacher, called me one day with some very big news. They had just found the lost Canadian freighter Regina, lying in about 100 feet of water right off Port Sanilac. This vessel was one of many ships lost with all hands during the Great Storm of 1913.
Aaron Joins the Navy
Our Teens Rebel And Leave Home
Once they were in high school and starting to drive, Aaron, Ayn and Susan began their own style of rebellion that brought about disruption in the home and sometimes the community. Each uniquely rebelled in their own way. In the end, Aaron and Ayn joined the military. Susan moved to California and later Germany where she established her own strange way of life.
Once they were in high school and starting to drive, Aaron, Ayn and Susan began their own style of rebellion that brought about disruption in the home and sometimes the community. Each uniquely rebelled in their own way. In the end, Aaron and Ayn joined the military. Susan moved to California and later Germany where she established her own strange way of life.
Aaron Joins The Navy
Aaron joined the Navy one day in a strange act of defiance after he got into a dispute with his employer at the Croswell ladder factory. The next day he called in sick, then got ready to go out for the day. He asked me where the military enlistment center was in Port Huron. I gave him directions and naturally asked why he wanted to know this. His answer: “I am going to join the Marines and learn how to kill people.” Then he left on his motorcycle.
Aaron joined the Navy one day in a strange act of defiance after he got into a dispute with his employer at the Croswell ladder factory. The next day he called in sick, then got ready to go out for the day. He asked me where the military enlistment center was in Port Huron. I gave him directions and naturally asked why he wanted to know this. His answer: “I am going to join the Marines and learn how to kill people.” Then he left on his motorcycle.
At The Flea Markets
Doris’s brother Bub, and his wife, Rosemary, were into flea market operations. Bub was big in buying old furniture, refinishing it, and selling it, sometimes as antiques, and making good money at it. After Aaron and I had an experience selling things with our cookbook at a flea market near Alpena, Doris got the idea of setting up one Monday at Croswell, where there was a large weekly flea market combined with a farm cattle auction. We decided to hit some garage sales in the area, buy some items for resale at the market, and see how it worked out. We were lucky in our search and got a few collectable items at a very low price. Doris took everything home, cleaned the stuff up, put price tags that either doubled or tripled what we paid for them, and packed everything to go with us to the Croswell market. The idea was to try to use the market as an outlet to also sell our cookbooks.
Doris’s brother Bub, and his wife, Rosemary, were into flea market operations. Bub was big in buying old furniture, refinishing it, and selling it, sometimes as antiques, and making good money at it. After Aaron and I had an experience selling things with our cookbook at a flea market near Alpena, Doris got the idea of setting up one Monday at Croswell, where there was a large weekly flea market combined with a farm cattle auction. We decided to hit some garage sales in the area, buy some items for resale at the market, and see how it worked out. We were lucky in our search and got a few collectable items at a very low price. Doris took everything home, cleaned the stuff up, put price tags that either doubled or tripled what we paid for them, and packed everything to go with us to the Croswell market. The idea was to try to use the market as an outlet to also sell our cookbooks.
Shipwreck Survivor Dennis Hale
Among the more memorable stories I came upon was that of Dennis Hale, an Ohio man who was the sole survivor of a shipwreck in Lake Huron. Hale's experience occurred on Nov. 29, 1966, when the freighter Daniel J. Morrell sank in a gale off Harbor Beach. I was in college at the time and didn’t remember much about the incident. When I met Hale 25 years later, he was still reeling from its effect on him. It seems that Hale defied all the rules. He survived even though he spent 38 hours on an open raft, in the midst of a winter snowstorm, wearing nothing more than his underwear and a life jacket.
Among the more memorable stories I came upon was that of Dennis Hale, an Ohio man who was the sole survivor of a shipwreck in Lake Huron. Hale's experience occurred on Nov. 29, 1966, when the freighter Daniel J. Morrell sank in a gale off Harbor Beach. I was in college at the time and didn’t remember much about the incident. When I met Hale 25 years later, he was still reeling from its effect on him. It seems that Hale defied all the rules. He survived even though he spent 38 hours on an open raft, in the midst of a winter snowstorm, wearing nothing more than his underwear and a life jacket.
The Water Issue
The well water at the Elk Creek Road house was salty. We could not drink it and we didn’t want to even use it for cooking. It was all right for showers, flushing toilets and washing dishes. But drinking it was out. It was while living at this house that we began buying bottled water to drink. We found that by putting the bottles in the refrigerator we always had cold fresh water to drink. In the end we were forced to have a new water well dug.
The well water at the Elk Creek Road house was salty. We could not drink it and we didn’t want to even use it for cooking. It was all right for showers, flushing toilets and washing dishes. But drinking it was out. It was while living at this house that we began buying bottled water to drink. We found that by putting the bottles in the refrigerator we always had cold fresh water to drink. In the end we were forced to have a new water well dug.
Another Haunted House
Our house on Elk Creek Road was tall and square. It had a large kitchen, a dining room and adjoining living room separated by French doors, and a downstairs bedroom, where Doris and I slept. When we bought the place we were a family with four children so it was a perfect home. Our two oldest daughters shared the largest of the three upstairs bedrooms at the rear of the house. Our son had the smaller front bedroom, and Jennifer, our youngest daughter, was assigned the middle upstairs bedroom. Jennifer, a born psychic, didn't like her bedroom. She sometimes played there if she had a friend over but refused to sleep in the room. She said she thought there was something scary there and preferred to sleep on the couch in the living room. We thought it might have been an excuse to be closer to us and we let her have her way. We soon found out differently.
Our house on Elk Creek Road was tall and square. It had a large kitchen, a dining room and adjoining living room separated by French doors, and a downstairs bedroom, where Doris and I slept. When we bought the place we were a family with four children so it was a perfect home. Our two oldest daughters shared the largest of the three upstairs bedrooms at the rear of the house. Our son had the smaller front bedroom, and Jennifer, our youngest daughter, was assigned the middle upstairs bedroom. Jennifer, a born psychic, didn't like her bedroom. She sometimes played there if she had a friend over but refused to sleep in the room. She said she thought there was something scary there and preferred to sleep on the couch in the living room. We thought it might have been an excuse to be closer to us and we let her have her way. We soon found out differently.
The Move On Deckerville Road
Our lives were dramatically changed the day someone at Marlette Community Hospital made the decision to lay off all part-time workers. Doris, who had been working weekends at the hospital for years and had seniority over many other people in the lab, was among a number of faithful workers that lost their jobs. The loss of her paycheck was a severe blow to our household budget. She put her application out to other area hospitals and immediately landed a new job at Caro Community Hospital. That was both good and bad news. The drive was too long for her to make every day, so she camped for a while with her mother and Matt in the spare bedroom. Since it looked like it was going to be a permanent arrangement, we decided to fix up the long-vacated mother-in-law house on the homestead property.
Our lives were dramatically changed the day someone at Marlette Community Hospital made the decision to lay off all part-time workers. Doris, who had been working weekends at the hospital for years and had seniority over many other people in the lab, was among a number of faithful workers that lost their jobs. The loss of her paycheck was a severe blow to our household budget. She put her application out to other area hospitals and immediately landed a new job at Caro Community Hospital. That was both good and bad news. The drive was too long for her to make every day, so she camped for a while with her mother and Matt in the spare bedroom. Since it looked like it was going to be a permanent arrangement, we decided to fix up the long-vacated mother-in-law house on the homestead property.
I Almost Bleed to Death
One day while cutting our way through one section of the woods I ran into poison ivy. I knew right away what I had done and went home to scrub down and shower in hopes of heading off the inevitable. By the next day, however, I was breaking out with a rash and I was sure I was in trouble. My earlier bout with poison oak hospitalized me for a week. I went to our old doctor in Marlette and he prescribed some medicine that I should not have been given. It seems that the medicine the doctor in Marlette gave me for my poison ivy burned a hole in my stomach and I was experiencing a bleed-out. Thus began one of the most intense near-death experiences of my life. I spent the rest of that day and the following night in the intensive care unit with Doris, a nurse and a doctor who both remaining at my side until the crisis was over.
Our Tiny Finished House
When I look back on it, the work we did on that little house on Deckerville Road was ingenious. The bedrooms abutted each other on the west side. Jennifer had the small bedroom at the back of the house with a nice walk-in closet. Our bedroom, once the wall was up, was hidden behind two folding wooden doors that made it possible for us to install a wooden built-in combination closet and chest of drawers at the far south end of the room. Our bed just fit at the other end. We made space at one corner of our cabinet to place a color television set. We installed a large satellite dish in our front yard (the only place trees didn’t block the satellite signal) so we had great television. I think Jennifer even had a smaller personal television in her room.
When I look back on it, the work we did on that little house on Deckerville Road was ingenious. The bedrooms abutted each other on the west side. Jennifer had the small bedroom at the back of the house with a nice walk-in closet. Our bedroom, once the wall was up, was hidden behind two folding wooden doors that made it possible for us to install a wooden built-in combination closet and chest of drawers at the far south end of the room. Our bed just fit at the other end. We made space at one corner of our cabinet to place a color television set. We installed a large satellite dish in our front yard (the only place trees didn’t block the satellite signal) so we had great television. I think Jennifer even had a smaller personal television in her room.
Aaron Comes Home From the Navy
After completing a two-year stint as a corpsman at Long Beach, Aaron was discharged but came home still attached as a member of the Navy Reserve. He was given the rear bedroom in the main house to stay in. He had been inspired by one of his commanding officers to go to college and consider a career in medicine. He spent a short but active time with us at Cass City.
After completing a two-year stint as a corpsman at Long Beach, Aaron was discharged but came home still attached as a member of the Navy Reserve. He was given the rear bedroom in the main house to stay in. He had been inspired by one of his commanding officers to go to college and consider a career in medicine. He spent a short but active time with us at Cass City.
The Broken Christmas Gift
We still celebrated Christmas when living in the little house on Deckerville Road. Because it was such a compact place, and because Doris loved to cook, I chose a special gift that I thought was made to order for our compact space. It was a multi-task kitchen appliance that mixed, chopped, blended and performed many tasks with attachments to one power unit. It seemed like a good idea and Doris thought she was going to really like the appliance until she plugged it in. It was defective. The motor did not work.
We still celebrated Christmas when living in the little house on Deckerville Road. Because it was such a compact place, and because Doris loved to cook, I chose a special gift that I thought was made to order for our compact space. It was a multi-task kitchen appliance that mixed, chopped, blended and performed many tasks with attachments to one power unit. It seemed like a good idea and Doris thought she was going to really like the appliance until she plugged it in. It was defective. The motor did not work.
Our Dangerous Drive
The 40-mile-long trip to and from my job in Sandusky, and nearly as far to the Snover church, nearly got us into serious trouble on more than one occasion. The trips involved driving on Deckerville Road to North Sandusky Road, then south into Sandusky and back every day. Both were narrow blacktopped county roads.
The 40-mile-long trip to and from my job in Sandusky, and nearly as far to the Snover church, nearly got us into serious trouble on more than one occasion. The trips involved driving on Deckerville Road to North Sandusky Road, then south into Sandusky and back every day. Both were narrow blacktopped county roads.
Peck Murder Mystery
During a strange period when a budget crunch caused the Sanilac County Board of Commissioners to lay off all of the Sheriff’s Road patrol, a terrible murder occurred in Peck, a little village located a few miles south of where I worked. It seems that an old man that lived alone in his house, right across the street from the hotel and hardware store, was found bludgeoned to death in his bedroom. The house had been ransacked and it was apparent that the motive had been robbery. State troopers were called in to investigate.
During a strange period when a budget crunch caused the Sanilac County Board of Commissioners to lay off all of the Sheriff’s Road patrol, a terrible murder occurred in Peck, a little village located a few miles south of where I worked. It seems that an old man that lived alone in his house, right across the street from the hotel and hardware store, was found bludgeoned to death in his bedroom. The house had been ransacked and it was apparent that the motive had been robbery. State troopers were called in to investigate.
Steaming Through Smoke And Fire
It was after we moved to Cass City that I began associating with the divers that discovered the Regina and were actively researching other wrecks in the Sanilac County Underwater Preserve. Jim and Pat Stayers, a husband-and-wife dive team, had just written a book and published it on their Macintosh computer, using Adobe Pagemaker software. Jim told me one day he wanted to buy a larger and newer computer and offered to sell me his older Macintosh, including the software. I was then collecting data for my first shipwreck book, a collection of stories about events on the Great Lakes during the year 1871. Jim talked me into publishing my own book. I bought his computer.
It was after we moved to Cass City that I began associating with the divers that discovered the Regina and were actively researching other wrecks in the Sanilac County Underwater Preserve. Jim and Pat Stayers, a husband-and-wife dive team, had just written a book and published it on their Macintosh computer, using Adobe Pagemaker software. Jim told me one day he wanted to buy a larger and newer computer and offered to sell me his older Macintosh, including the software. I was then collecting data for my first shipwreck book, a collection of stories about events on the Great Lakes during the year 1871. Jim talked me into publishing my own book. I bought his computer.
Death Of Matt
Because he had to take strong medicine to prevent the little strokes that were ravaging his brain, Matt was knocked into semi-consciousness most of the time. He slept most of the days and nights away. One day he rebelled and said he didn’t think life was worth living if he had to spend it sleeping all of the time. He stopped taking his medicine. It was not long before Matt suffered a major stroke.
Because he had to take strong medicine to prevent the little strokes that were ravaging his brain, Matt was knocked into semi-consciousness most of the time. He slept most of the days and nights away. One day he rebelled and said he didn’t think life was worth living if he had to spend it sleeping all of the time. He stopped taking his medicine. It was not long before Matt suffered a major stroke.
The Evil Twin
I have personally known identical twins in my life and have always been interested in the mental and spiritual connections they exhibit. I went to high school with Roger and Rodney Lamb, sons of the local postmaster. They were husky jolly young men and full of trickery. They looked so much alike it was almost impossible to tell one from the other and I was always surprised that their mother always knew which was which. Naturally, their favorite trick was to portray themselves as each other and get teachers and everyone else around them confused.
I have personally known identical twins in my life and have always been interested in the mental and spiritual connections they exhibit. I went to high school with Roger and Rodney Lamb, sons of the local postmaster. They were husky jolly young men and full of trickery. They looked so much alike it was almost impossible to tell one from the other and I was always surprised that their mother always knew which was which. Naturally, their favorite trick was to portray themselves as each other and get teachers and everyone else around them confused.
Muggins
The puppies were all extremely cute, as puppies always are. As I remember they were colored as traditional Shih Tzu dogs usually appear, in black, white and grey. But there was this one “runt” of the litter. He was smaller than the others and his fur was a bright gold. Jennifer was immediately attracted to this particular dog. The decision was made. We bought it. Before we got him home he was given the name Muggins. I just called him “Dog.”
The puppies were all extremely cute, as puppies always are. As I remember they were colored as traditional Shih Tzu dogs usually appear, in black, white and grey. But there was this one “runt” of the litter. He was smaller than the others and his fur was a bright gold. Jennifer was immediately attracted to this particular dog. The decision was made. We bought it. Before we got him home he was given the name Muggins. I just called him “Dog.”
The Death of Wayne
Doris’s brother Wayne died on St. Patrick’s Day, 1987. I happened to have been home at the time. Doris was working at Caro Hospital. We got a call from Ethel. She said Wayne had fallen on the floor and was unconscious. I ran to the house and got there just ahead of Bub and Jerry. I don’t know if Frank was there or not. Wayne was lying on his bedroom floor in an awkward position, his head propped up against a night table, as if he had attempted to get off the bed and then collapsed to the floor. He was breathing but obviously unconscious.
Doris’s brother Wayne died on St. Patrick’s Day, 1987. I happened to have been home at the time. Doris was working at Caro Hospital. We got a call from Ethel. She said Wayne had fallen on the floor and was unconscious. I ran to the house and got there just ahead of Bub and Jerry. I don’t know if Frank was there or not. Wayne was lying on his bedroom floor in an awkward position, his head propped up against a night table, as if he had attempted to get off the bed and then collapsed to the floor. He was breathing but obviously unconscious.
A Family Divided
It was obvious that something ominous was going on. Doris’ brothers Bub, Jerry and Frank were holding a meeting with her mother at the house. There was a lot of shouting and slamming of fists. Doris and I decided to stay out of whatever it was they were talking about. After a while, however, one of the boys came to our door and asked Doris to come over and have a discussion with them. They made it clear that I was not invited.
It was obvious that something ominous was going on. Doris’ brothers Bub, Jerry and Frank were holding a meeting with her mother at the house. There was a lot of shouting and slamming of fists. Doris and I decided to stay out of whatever it was they were talking about. After a while, however, one of the boys came to our door and asked Doris to come over and have a discussion with them. They made it clear that I was not invited.
Terrifying Steamboat Stories
In the midst of my success with Steaming Through Smoke And Fire, I received a call from a Mr. Mandel, of Altwerger and Mandel Publishing Co., West Bloomfield. He said he read my book, liked it very much, and wanted me to write a book like that for his company. I told him I was working on a second book, a review of shipwrecks and other events for the year 1872, but that the research was just getting started. I was probably a year away from getting this book ready. He wanted something sooner. It was during this conversation that the idea was hatched to develop a book of short stories using a collection of the best of my newspaper column stories. I said I had a few very good stories that could be added that I could develop as longer pieces. Mandel liked the idea and I went to work on this book.
In the midst of my success with Steaming Through Smoke And Fire, I received a call from a Mr. Mandel, of Altwerger and Mandel Publishing Co., West Bloomfield. He said he read my book, liked it very much, and wanted me to write a book like that for his company. I told him I was working on a second book, a review of shipwrecks and other events for the year 1872, but that the research was just getting started. I was probably a year away from getting this book ready. He wanted something sooner. It was during this conversation that the idea was hatched to develop a book of short stories using a collection of the best of my newspaper column stories. I said I had a few very good stories that could be added that I could develop as longer pieces. Mandel liked the idea and I went to work on this book.
Bub Dies
For all of his plotting and scheming, Doris’ next oldest brother, George (Bub) Babcock, died in almost the same way that Wayne passed. He was sitting at the table, probably having his breakfast, when he complained that he was having trouble seeing. His wife, Rosemary, said he then fell unconscious. She called an ambulance and the family. It was too late. He was pronounced dead. Once again the family gathered for another funeral at that now all too familiar mortuary in Caro to bury another loved one.
For all of his plotting and scheming, Doris’ next oldest brother, George (Bub) Babcock, died in almost the same way that Wayne passed. He was sitting at the table, probably having his breakfast, when he complained that he was having trouble seeing. His wife, Rosemary, said he then fell unconscious. She called an ambulance and the family. It was too late. He was pronounced dead. Once again the family gathered for another funeral at that now all too familiar mortuary in Caro to bury another loved one.
Living In The Office
When one of the regular copy editors had a heart attack and was laid up for several months, the editors at Port Huron brought me in to fill the slot until he could get back on the job. That involved a long 50-mile drive from Sandusky to Port Huron and then back again every day. I found that living in the office saved me from going the extra 40 miles to and from Cass City, so I literally moved into the office. I look back on that as a very hard and lonely period in my life. I hated the drive. I hated copy editing. I hated the loneliness of coming back to an office where I could no longer cover the beat I had worked for so long and now had to ignore. It was demanding work requiring speed and accuracy. There were four or five of us all doing the same thing all day long. I was reminded every day why I never wanted to take an editor’s job on a newspaper.
When one of the regular copy editors had a heart attack and was laid up for several months, the editors at Port Huron brought me in to fill the slot until he could get back on the job. That involved a long 50-mile drive from Sandusky to Port Huron and then back again every day. I found that living in the office saved me from going the extra 40 miles to and from Cass City, so I literally moved into the office. I look back on that as a very hard and lonely period in my life. I hated the drive. I hated copy editing. I hated the loneliness of coming back to an office where I could no longer cover the beat I had worked for so long and now had to ignore. It was demanding work requiring speed and accuracy. There were four or five of us all doing the same thing all day long. I was reminded every day why I never wanted to take an editor’s job on a newspaper.
Aaron’s Wedding
We received word one day; quite out of the blue that Aaron was going to get married. Doris, Jennifer and I began making plans to fly to San Francisco for the big event. As the story was told, Aaron met Gayle, a nurse, while working at one of the Bay Area hospitals. After a very brief courtship, he proposed and she accepted. Strangeness connected with this wedding began occurring. Aaron attempted to discourage us from attending the wedding. He said it was going to be a very formal Masonic affair with everybody dressing up, the men wearing tuxedos, and he did not think we would be comfortable in that environment. He also argued that we should not bother spending the money to fly out where he was. We would not accept such arguments. For us it was an opportunity to visit San Francisco, see both Aaron and Susan whom we had not seen in a long time, and to have a great family get-together. We insisted on coming to the wedding.
We received word one day; quite out of the blue that Aaron was going to get married. Doris, Jennifer and I began making plans to fly to San Francisco for the big event. As the story was told, Aaron met Gayle, a nurse, while working at one of the Bay Area hospitals. After a very brief courtship, he proposed and she accepted. Strangeness connected with this wedding began occurring. Aaron attempted to discourage us from attending the wedding. He said it was going to be a very formal Masonic affair with everybody dressing up, the men wearing tuxedos, and he did not think we would be comfortable in that environment. He also argued that we should not bother spending the money to fly out where he was. We would not accept such arguments. For us it was an opportunity to visit San Francisco, see both Aaron and Susan whom we had not seen in a long time, and to have a great family get-together. We insisted on coming to the wedding.
John Patterson
There was one other person who began “checking me out” shortly after I arrived at Sandusky, and he maintained a constant vigilance as long as I remained on that job. Lawyer John Patterson, the son of an older practicing lawyer, operated out of the office of Patterson and Patterson on South Elk Street, about a block south of the main corner of town. John was much more subtle about his way of digging out information. He was and may still be a powerful influence on the politics of Sanilac County.
There was one other person who began “checking me out” shortly after I arrived at Sandusky, and he maintained a constant vigilance as long as I remained on that job. Lawyer John Patterson, the son of an older practicing lawyer, operated out of the office of Patterson and Patterson on South Elk Street, about a block south of the main corner of town. John was much more subtle about his way of digging out information. He was and may still be a powerful influence on the politics of Sanilac County.
Dr. Price And The Bomb
Dr. Joseph M. Price is a physician who may still be practicing medicine in Carsonville, Michigan. Dr. Price got caught up in a malicious scandal involving the mailing of a pipe bomb to John Patterson, a prominent area lawyer, and a strange outbreak of gonorrhea among several area police officers. I tell this story with great caution, carefully omitting some details, because it is something I experienced during my work as a local crime reporter but never put into print. I felt at the time, and even now believe it’s telling could bring severe consequences.
Dr. Joseph M. Price is a physician who may still be practicing medicine in Carsonville, Michigan. Dr. Price got caught up in a malicious scandal involving the mailing of a pipe bomb to John Patterson, a prominent area lawyer, and a strange outbreak of gonorrhea among several area police officers. I tell this story with great caution, carefully omitting some details, because it is something I experienced during my work as a local crime reporter but never put into print. I felt at the time, and even now believe it’s telling could bring severe consequences.
The Suicide
In my years of police reporting I have been at the scene of several suicides, but none was quite as messy as that of Sandusky Fire Chief Tony Doerr. This man, who owned and operated the local Ace Hardware store, chose to use a .12 gauge shotgun to blow his brains out. He did it while standing in front of the cash register in his store. The blast blew brain and bone fragments everywhere. We found no pictures of him for this report.
In my years of police reporting I have been at the scene of several suicides, but none was quite as messy as that of Sandusky Fire Chief Tony Doerr. This man, who owned and operated the local Ace Hardware store, chose to use a .12 gauge shotgun to blow his brains out. He did it while standing in front of the cash register in his store. The blast blew brain and bone fragments everywhere. We found no pictures of him for this report.
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The Surgeries
During the period that Jennifer was in high school, she began experiencing medical problems. We took her to a Saginaw specialist who discovered that she had a cyst on one of her ovaries. Thus, Jennifer went on the operating table for the second time in her life. The first was when she had her tonsils removed at Marlette Hospital. At the same time Jennifer was going in for surgery at Saginaw, Doris also was scheduled for some intense surgical work at a Saginaw dental clinic. She was having implants installed in her jaw and both operations were strangely scheduled for about the same day. Thus, I was busy dashing back and forth between both places.
During the period that Jennifer was in high school, she began experiencing medical problems. We took her to a Saginaw specialist who discovered that she had a cyst on one of her ovaries. Thus, Jennifer went on the operating table for the second time in her life. The first was when she had her tonsils removed at Marlette Hospital. At the same time Jennifer was going in for surgery at Saginaw, Doris also was scheduled for some intense surgical work at a Saginaw dental clinic. She was having implants installed in her jaw and both operations were strangely scheduled for about the same day. Thus, I was busy dashing back and forth between both places.
Jennifer And Chris
During her time at Caro High School, among Jennifer’s closest friends was Chris Sheets, a young man who lived a few miles down the road. Chris, the son of a local dentist whose mother was a real Alaskan Eskimo, was a tall, strikingly handsome boy. He was quiet, courteous and well-mannered and it was easy, I suppose, for Doris and me to think of him as a good marital match for Jennifer. That was not to happen of course.
During her time at Caro High School, among Jennifer’s closest friends was Chris Sheets, a young man who lived a few miles down the road. Chris, the son of a local dentist whose mother was a real Alaskan Eskimo, was a tall, strikingly handsome boy. He was quiet, courteous and well-mannered and it was easy, I suppose, for Doris and me to think of him as a good marital match for Jennifer. That was not to happen of course.
The Drug Task Force Fire
The last major story I worked on before I was forced off my bureau job and wedged into early retirement involved a mysterious fire in the Sanilac County building housing the operations of the Drug Task Force. The Drug Task Force was an offshoot of Presidents Richard M. Nixon and Ronald Reagan’s infamous War on Drugs. While Reagan was in office the federal government began funneling hundreds of thousands of dollars down the pipeline through state coffers and into county governments to establish divisions of police operations known as the Drug Task Force.
The last major story I worked on before I was forced off my bureau job and wedged into early retirement involved a mysterious fire in the Sanilac County building housing the operations of the Drug Task Force. The Drug Task Force was an offshoot of Presidents Richard M. Nixon and Ronald Reagan’s infamous War on Drugs. While Reagan was in office the federal government began funneling hundreds of thousands of dollars down the pipeline through state coffers and into county governments to establish divisions of police operations known as the Drug Task Force.
My Short Time At Port Huron
I was given the option of moving to Port Huron to work or to find work elsewhere. This created a huge dilemma for us since we lived near Cass City, some 80 miles away. I had living quarters set up at the Sandusky office, but commuting from Cass City to Port Huron was not something that was going to work out. After talking it over with Doris, the decision was made to remain on the Port Huron job. We were in the midst of remodeling the Deckerville Road house and we needed the income from both my job and Doris’s job to cover the costs of paying off that mortgage and dealing with our other debts. Consequently I found a small apartment in Port Huron and moved in. I lived there during the week while working for the newspaper and drove home to Cass City on the weekends. That was a very bad arrangement.
I was given the option of moving to Port Huron to work or to find work elsewhere. This created a huge dilemma for us since we lived near Cass City, some 80 miles away. I had living quarters set up at the Sandusky office, but commuting from Cass City to Port Huron was not something that was going to work out. After talking it over with Doris, the decision was made to remain on the Port Huron job. We were in the midst of remodeling the Deckerville Road house and we needed the income from both my job and Doris’s job to cover the costs of paying off that mortgage and dealing with our other debts. Consequently I found a small apartment in Port Huron and moved in. I lived there during the week while working for the newspaper and drove home to Cass City on the weekends. That was a very bad arrangement.
The Death of Gladys
Doris’ mother, Gladys Harrar, died a premature death. It began when she suffered a bleed-out and collapsed in her home. She was rushed to Caro Community Hospital where she received numerous blood transfusions. One of the transfusions was tainted with the deadly hepatitis C virus. This was discovered after the blood was administered, but hospital people did not tell us. Consequently, by the time Gladys began suffering the symptoms of the disease, it was too late to slow or stop it.
Doris’ mother, Gladys Harrar, died a premature death. It began when she suffered a bleed-out and collapsed in her home. She was rushed to Caro Community Hospital where she received numerous blood transfusions. One of the transfusions was tainted with the deadly hepatitis C virus. This was discovered after the blood was administered, but hospital people did not tell us. Consequently, by the time Gladys began suffering the symptoms of the disease, it was too late to slow or stop it.
My First Retirement
The year I turned 55 the Gannet newspaper chain made the decision to make some major changes. The company was out to force older staffers into early retirement as a way of cutting operating costs. It was announced that the company’s policy of maintaining health insurance for retirees and their families would be stopped for anyone that did not retire before October that year. Everyone on staff aged 55 and older was given the opportunity to go into early retirement with a promise that we would still have our health insurance. If we chose to continue working, we would lose that benefit. I chose retirement.
The year I turned 55 the Gannet newspaper chain made the decision to make some major changes. The company was out to force older staffers into early retirement as a way of cutting operating costs. It was announced that the company’s policy of maintaining health insurance for retirees and their families would be stopped for anyone that did not retire before October that year. Everyone on staff aged 55 and older was given the opportunity to go into early retirement with a promise that we would still have our health insurance. If we chose to continue working, we would lose that benefit. I chose retirement.
The Remodeling Project
After the death of her mother, Doris decided she wanted to completely refurbish her house before we moved into it. Since I was living mostly away from home at the time, this became her project during the early stages. Her brother Jerry, an industrial electrician by trade and an experienced carpenter who built his own home, agreed to do the work. To finance the project we mortgaged the property through the Caseville bank where we were still doing business. Thinking that this, at last, would be our final retirement home, Doris put her brilliant creative mind to work and turned that little two-bedroom house into a beautifully designed home.
After the death of her mother, Doris decided she wanted to completely refurbish her house before we moved into it. Since I was living mostly away from home at the time, this became her project during the early stages. Her brother Jerry, an industrial electrician by trade and an experienced carpenter who built his own home, agreed to do the work. To finance the project we mortgaged the property through the Caseville bank where we were still doing business. Thinking that this, at last, would be our final retirement home, Doris put her brilliant creative mind to work and turned that little two-bedroom house into a beautifully designed home.
The Book Publisher
Retirement should have brought a dramatic change in my life style. But old habits remained fixed. I could not sleep in but awoke as I have all my life with the sun. Now that I had a computer and an “office,” I found myself making coffee and then sitting down to write. I started writing novels, just to see if I could. I wrote my second book dealing with Great Lakes shipwrecks, Steamers In Ice 1972, that I expected to be the second of a series of historical books dealing with the early years of shipping on the lakes. To get this book published I founded my own publishing company which I named Lighthouse Publishing. I licensed the name with the county clerk and applied for a Michigan sales tax license. Steamers In Ice, Steaming Through Smoke and Fire, and a third book, Schooners In Peril all were published under the Lighthouse name.
Retirement should have brought a dramatic change in my life style. But old habits remained fixed. I could not sleep in but awoke as I have all my life with the sun. Now that I had a computer and an “office,” I found myself making coffee and then sitting down to write. I started writing novels, just to see if I could. I wrote my second book dealing with Great Lakes shipwrecks, Steamers In Ice 1972, that I expected to be the second of a series of historical books dealing with the early years of shipping on the lakes. To get this book published I founded my own publishing company which I named Lighthouse Publishing. I licensed the name with the county clerk and applied for a Michigan sales tax license. Steamers In Ice, Steaming Through Smoke and Fire, and a third book, Schooners In Peril all were published under the Lighthouse name.
Walking for Health
I started walking for exercise. At first I saw walking as a waste of my time since I considered myself pressed for time during every minute of my day. But after a few days of taking those walks I began looking forward to getting away from the grind. I started walking farther and farther, usually down one of the gravel roads reaching out from the four corners where we lived. It was not long before I discovered trails leading through the state game areas surrounding our home. I never knew who else walked those trails, and some went on so far I never found the end of them. But I began exploring each one I found, sometimes walking three
I started walking for exercise. At first I saw walking as a waste of my time since I considered myself pressed for time during every minute of my day. But after a few days of taking those walks I began looking forward to getting away from the grind. I started walking farther and farther, usually down one of the gravel roads reaching out from the four corners where we lived. It was not long before I discovered trails leading through the state game areas surrounding our home. I never knew who else walked those trails, and some went on so far I never found the end of them. But I began exploring each one I found, sometimes walking three