Press release On a sunny and breezy afternoon, Tuesday, June 19, members of the Glen Lake Garden Club and their guests celebrated the completion of the club’s 30th year at an afternoon picnic at the historic D.H. Day Farm. Owners Don and Annette Lewis, graciously opened their beautiful farm for the Garden Club’s event to […]
By Barb Kelly Sun contributor Grace Dickinson Johnson, Joanne Rettke and Barb Kelly paid a visit in June to the late Mrs. E.M. Boizard (1828-1911), formerly of Miller Hill. All admired the lovely wild roses that grow plentifully in Mrs. Boizard’s garden, as well as the fruit trees that pay homage to this resourceful woman […]
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One of 182 images in Pete Sandman’s book “Soaring and Gliding: The Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore Area” shows L.D. Montgomery being winch launched on the Frankfort beach during the 1939 American Open meet. Montgomery, who flew to Northport on this flight, was the overall winner of the contest that year. Photos from Sandman’s book […]
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By David Early and Daniel Herd Sun contributors Ten months after Hurricane Katrina brought New Orleans and much of the Gulf Coast to its knees, the area is still reeling. Here are the stories from two local residents who worked with Habitat for Humanity and FEMA this spring to help put the region back together.
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By Jane Greiner Sun contributor Who can resist the romance and mystery of a shipwreck? All you have to do is go to Empire beach and you can see one for yourself. This wreck lies half uncovered at the north end of Empire beach. It appears to be a section from the bottom of a […]
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Remembering a Cold War outpost in the middle of nowhere By Codi Yeager Sun contributor The quaint village of Empire is nestled in a valley between rolling hills to the north and south, with Lake Michigan lapping gently at its western shore. To the south looms a hill a bit taller than the rest, certainly […]
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It was my first tropical winter, and the culture of New Orleans had me in slow motion shock, writes Andrea Maio, a filmmaker who lives in Benzie County. I arrived there on Christmas Day, after a tough boat trip down the Mississippi river. My boat had broken down in a nearby town and left me stranded from my family for the holidays, so I rented a car and drove with my dog into the city. There, I found a dingy bar on Decatur Street offering free Christmas dinners to all of their customers. They didn’t mind dogs in the bar, so I brought in my lab mix Butch and sat, and drank with the regulars. When the levy broke and New Orleans started to enter its nightmare, all I could think about were the dogs. The wild pack on my block, the puppy left in the park, the neighbors chained up rottie, all seemed more helpless than the thousands of people who were suffering. I know it was a crazy reaction, but it must have been easier than thinking about the true scope of what was happening. The truth was that thousands of people were suffering due to the inhumanity of people towards other people. For years we knew what could happen. For years nothing was done.
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By Helen Westie Sun contributor When I was growing up in the 1930’s in southern Michigan, our family summer highlight was always a camping trip. Our favorite camp spot was the state park on Green Lake in Interlochen. It was an idyllic camp spot under stately pines near the beach and the shelter house. The […]
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By Lois Beardslee Sun contributor We did not come over here on the Mayflower. We did not come up the Cumberland Gap. We did not follow Daniel Boone or De Soto or a black-robed priest. We came from the tops of tall trees that softly bent down and laid their boughs upon the earth so […]
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By Helen Westie Sun staff writer These days, when half of a mobile home is transported down a highway on a flat bed truck, people rarely give it a second glance despite the ominous presence of an escort vehicle with a WIDE LOAD sign. But when an entire highway is taken up by a house […]
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