Browsing All posts tagged under »Civil War veterans«

Livin’ the Dream at Pearl’s

February 2, 2011


This has been such a good day. I am well-exercized, stuffed with excellent treats, and hot on the trail of one of my more mysterious Civil War veterans. It doesn't get any better than this.

The local history club and terrorist society

November 4, 2010


Recently the Township Planning Commission, in its wisdom, decided that one way to prevent medical marijuana "compassion clubs" from popping up like mushrooms in Torch Lake Township would be to eliminate "clubs" from permitted uses in the Zoning Ordinance. This strikes me as akin to prohibiting internet service in order to control spam. I began to think of the kinds of clubs that were thus banished from Township life. Bridge clubs, euchre clubs, book clubs, knitting clubs, model railroad clubs . . .

I get by with a little help from my friends

September 21, 2010


There I was in a swivet about the presentation to the Wilkinson bunch when Lois Dawson called. It was time to stop working on the slideshow now, she told me. I needed to forget about it for a little minute. Would I like to come over and go for a walk? She was making some raspberry tarts to bring to the presentation. She and Gary would get there early to help set up.

Civil War veterans raising what-for in the Township

August 21, 2010


I tell you, those folks who've been occupying my every waking moment for almost a year now are spilling over into public life in the Township as well. I must be getting close to something. The question would be, what?!?

Playing catch-up

April 10, 2010


American Iliad Last night I went to Jim Ribby’s performance at the old Township Hall in Elk Rapids.  If you were there, you know why I’m glad I went.  If you missed it, here’s a little glimpse.  For two hours, Jim took us back to the fields of wartime Ohio, the battlegrounds of Tennessee, the […]

Pineapple, poetry and Grampa’s Log

April 5, 2010


Think of this as a little spring concerto played on bongos accompanied by the first and perhaps the last of the Dutchmen’s breeches . . .   Part I, written on Sunday, in which Pineapple appears I’m invited out to dinner.  My contribution is in the oven, and a little glass of pineapple juice is at […]