Babs Young, Betty Jo Hudson and I—along with leventy-gazillion other people from the Township—made our way to Petoskey on Saturday to attend the premiere of a ballet. Babs writes: The picture below is of The Terrace Inn in Bay View. It opened in 1911 and is still open year around. I loved the dining room and will have to come back to eat here soon. The inset is of the front of the hotel where Gerry Sell is about to enter.
We had to explore the Inn. We simply could not resist it. We had to do a good deal of exploring, what with one thing and another. The Bay View enclave is as large as some college campuses. The classic summer cottages were built in 1875-1900, when lake steamers and passenger trains brought their owners to Petoskey to spend the summer. Like the Inn, they define an era.
But Bay View is not just about gingerbread and verandas overlooking Little Traverse Bay. It was founded by Methodists as a Chautauqua community, and the commitment to cultural events and stimulating speakers persists to this day. That brings us to the ballet.
You have met Betty Beeby in these pages, and you may remember that she found a packet of letters from a mother to the son she gave up for adoption when he was born. The letters were Betty’s inspiration for a series of nine lithographs, which in turn inspired composer Lynn Palmer Warren’s symphonic piece, The Peterboro Letters. This year the Great Lakes Chamber Orchestra commissioned choreographer Heather Raue to set a ballet to Warren’s music. That was the ballet we had come to see.
It was a great success. The young Pre-Professional Dancers from the Crooked Tree Art Center are gifted. The audience was appreciative. Betty Beeby her ownself tossed white roses onto the stage. Satisfactory.
Then it was time to go home. We stopped to look at the sunset from several pleasing prospects. We stopped again to have just a dab of chocolate ice cream. It is, after all, summer.
Sybil
August 29, 2011
What a magnificent inn. Sounds like a wonderful day …
Gerry
August 29, 2011
It was indeed. Sometimes everything flows together in a little miracle of liquid melody. It was that kind of day. Next time I whine about something remind me of this day, OK?
Carsten
August 30, 2011
A beautiful place – in the summertime!
Imagine: I’ve only watched ballet on tv.
… THAT is where the stones got their name from!! Interesting. I must find the location on Google Earth.
Gerry
August 30, 2011
It’s beautiful in winter, too, even though the cottages are closed up. I think we’ll have to go back for a sleigh ride and dinner at the Inn.
If memory serves, I saw a touring company from the Royal Danish Ballet when I was a student at Michigan State. You should try the live and in person experience once in your life, Carsten. You would be astonished.
Both the city of Petoskey and the Petoskey stone are named after a person, Petosegay, who took the name Ignatius Petoskey. You can read all about him and see a picture of his statue in this post.
uphilldowndale
August 31, 2011
Carsten, you need to buy that ticket, live is a zillion times better than watching TV
Gerry
August 31, 2011
That might be a pretty good motto for Life in General, eh?
Carsten
September 1, 2011
Wintertime is ballet time! I’d better study the program for the coming season.
Life is best live. Can’t argue against that.
(A zillion! Thats sounds like a very high number, doesn’t it)
lynnekovan
August 30, 2011
Just the sort of area I love. This is really the Canada I want to live in! What a lovely day you had!
Gerry
August 30, 2011
It was a lovely day. It took place in northern Michigan, which is not quite Canada, but almost. The accent’s the same.
Fee
August 30, 2011
At the ballet??? Check you out, Ms Posh Pants.
What a beautiful venue.
Gerry
August 30, 2011
Why thank you, Fee. Did you notice the red ballet flats? I did make a special effort. People are so used to seeing me in muddy jeans and dog hair that they forget how darned cute I can be.
Karma
September 2, 2011
How very cool! I’ve developed an appreciation for ballet over the years. Sounds like a great experience.
I bet you looked adorable in your ballet flats! (Dog hair is a pretty regular part of my attire as well)
Gerry
September 3, 2011
Perhaps we should think of it as Pash-canina?
Scott Thomas Photography
September 2, 2011
Nice to see a slice of history which links people from today to yesterday. What craftsmanship in the Inn and in the ballet. A true community gift.
Ah, where’s the sunset photos?
Gerry
September 3, 2011
Well. My pictures of the sunset were not very good. Babs may have taken some good ones. She usually does. But she did not send any of them to me. Perhaps Betty Jo persuaded her that there are entirely enough sunsets on TLV already?
shoreacres
September 4, 2011
Oh, dear. One thing leads to another and the rest of the afternoon could be gone while I track down elephant ears and Chatauqua. Truly, I’d associated Chatauqua with New York and perhaps New England in general, but Michigan? I’m beginning to realize Michigan is a bit of a blank spot in my mind. We get so much Detroit and cars thrown at us it’s amazing to realize how much more there is.
The Inn is beautiful, and what’s not to like about ballet? I try to contain my inner five-year-old, but every now and then I come running, saying “Lookie! Lookie!” I think you will like this. It’s a youtube video of Alessandra Ferri and Sting. He plays guitar, she dances.
Gerry
September 4, 2011
Torch Lake Views: the only blog where a person is likely to find elephant ears and Chautauqua mentioned in one sentence.
I expect I will like the video very much. I will save it for the next trip to the Elk Rapids library–where I can sit outside at the picnic table.