The post introduces Mr. Duane Hunt, a gifted genealogist and writer from Bear Lake, Michigan. The author reflects on their long-standing friendship that has grown through social media. It features Duane’s unpublished poem, “Whirl-a-Gigs and Watching Cats,” capturing moments of childhood wonder and appreciation for life’s small joys.
On Christmas Eve 1985 in Frankfurt, a young American soldier on guard duty experienced a heartwarming moment. A jovial group of German locals, slightly inebriated, offered him a bottle of wine while singing festive wishes. This unexpected gesture transformed his cold, lonely night and left a lasting impression.
The author reflects on the remarkable life of her father, Bernard “Bud” Earl Ware, Sr., who lived from 1923 to 2020. Emphasizing his hard work, community service, and love for family, the message encourages others to celebrate his life rather than mourn his passing, highlighting the importance of helping others and expressing joy.
A few months ago, while dinking around on Facebook, I came across a question. Readers were asked to name their favorite sound. A single sound. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t pick just one. So, off I went on a fun little project for myself, making a list of favorite sounds. Here’s what I came…
The first time I ever flew on an airplane, I was 6 years old. I flew British Airways from NYC to London and Lufthansa from London to Stuttgart. For many years my mother went to Germany for about 6 weeks, every year, to see Oma and Opa, and she always took one of us kids…
When I was a kid, our parents used to vacation in Upper Michigan every August. We would go camping, fishing, hunt for agates on the beach (Lake Superior) and visit places like Copper Harbor (and the copper mines), Tahquamenon Falls, Whitefish Bay (the Edmund Fitzgerald sank roughly 17 miles from here), the locks at Sault…
In November 2007, Maria penned a heartfelt tribute to her mother, which she published in April 2009. The narrative recounts her emotional experience during her mother’s funeral amid a cold, dismal day that transformed into a beautiful, sunny moment at the graveside, symbolizing love and remembrance.