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Second Day – Just as Great as the First

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We woke up to the steady drizzle of rain this morning. After yesterday’s glorious warmth, today was quite a contrast. But we didn’t let it deter us in any way. We ate a long breakfast and pulled on our going out to shop clothes and slipped on the extended walking shoes and girded ourselves for some serious browsing.

First stop is a nice “little bit of everything” store. Nothing appealing to a trio of cheapskates.

The next place, though, is a jewelry shop of modest expense. We scour every glass case and every piece, if only to ogle them in appreciation of their beauty. A variety of pieces capture our attention until Kelly and I decide to pay closer attention to the charm bracelets and charms. She had decided to do a charm bracelet instead of a class ring, the bracelet having so much more practicality than a dated class ring. We find two starter charms and a perfect silver rope bracelet, all on sale. We are so miserly.

Next stop the chocolatier. Need I say more?

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My sack had sooo much more than this in it originally.

A bookstore, more clothes, some beef jerky. I ended up with a tourist tee-shirt sporting “Tawas Bay”

The next place was the best of them all. I found miracle soap I can’t wait to use on stains it promises to extricate from fabrics.

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And my favorite thing…. wine. Local wines… Wonderful light, and semi-sweet, fruity.

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Later this afternoon we make a visit to the light house that used to guard the bay decades ago.

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Very picturesque. Very turn of the century and historic. Especially against the dark, cloudy sky.

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The wind is blowing like a son of gun off the point this afternoon. We are wearing jackets in the middle of July.

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Love taking pictures of the lake with the sky and my favorite person. Great day all in all.

Thanks for sharing another day of my little slice of heaven.

Love,
Jeannene

Summer In Michigan

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We finally made it to East Tawas.

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Kelly’s first time to be this far north and lay eyes on one of this country’s Great lakes. Lake Huron.

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Our first full day is glorious and warm and sun-shiny. Michigan revealed all her natural charms as Mom took us on a little tour of the area. First stop, of course, is the bay. Specifically the public pier. Dozens of boats are moored here behind a break wall. Even Cooper didn’t mind the giant expanse of water around him.

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He took the outing as an adventure. Well, this whole trip is his adventure. It’s Cooper’s first vacation.

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Mom took us to see the Lumberman’s Monument here. This area had a huge lumber industry at the turn of the century. My great-grandfather was a lumberman, as a matter of fact. Sadly, this writer didn’t even snap a picture of the monument itself. I was taken by the scenery ….

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… and the opportunity to take a trip down this large hill via a few hundred steps of stairs…

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The park overlooks the Ausable River. Lumber was harvested from the surrounding forests, pine and deciduous trees growing in huge numbers here. The logs were brought to the edges of the river, off the towering edges of the woods along the river, and dumped down long drops into the river to float down to the lumber mills.

Kelly and don’t hesitate a second when that wooden staircases invites us to the river’s edge a few hundred few below us. We take off, with Cooper, of course. He is always up for an adventure.

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Having such short legs does keep him from traveling at human pace. We carry him most of the way.

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At the river’s edge we find a barge replica the loggers lived off of. They cooked and ate on it as they floated down the river. I love history. Especially rustic and manly morsels. I won’t bore you with it all. Then we climb back up the stairs, a considerable more challenging feat than the descent. Very invigorating!

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We found a local fresh fish market and bought fresh caught lake perch and white fish. We fried t up for lunch and ate like kings. As my grandfather used to say, often mind you,”I wonder what the poor people are doing today.” We are rich and blessed. Outstanding flavors of the area. Great idea Dad!

The day wasn’t over yet. A warm afternoon drew us to the beach. Too pretty, my little girl. I love taking pictures of her. I know, I’m shameless.

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Crisp breezes, sparkling water, the pleasant burn of the sun on our skin finds us on the beach with most of the other tourists. Kelly tries to acclimate Cooper to the water, but he isn’t having any of it.

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He may look all right, but in real time his little feet are paddling to keep him out of the water.
Dad and my mom found the most pleasant spot under the trees, a breeze blowing through, to watch. Cooper found it as a safe haven.

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After a late afternoon nap, and I mean all of us, Kelly included, and dinner we finished our day by listening to the community band concert in the park. The constant breeze kept bugs at bay. We had a great day.

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We pack a boat load of stuff into this day because we aren’t sure how often the sun is going to shine this week. Rain has been a constant this summer. Needless to say, we are pooped by the end of the day. Best day ever!!

Thanks for sharing this little slice of my heaven.

Love,
Jeannene

A Blast From the Past

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Every month my daughter must visit her orthodonist for adjustments to her teeth. His office is so wonderfully fantastical what child or his mother would begrudge the visit? You have to see this wonderful place. Dr. Meyers designed the entire building, combing the country for the nostalgia I am about to show you.

The consult office is a soda shop with an original coke machine out front. I remember pulling glass bottled colas from this sort of machine in the sixties as a kid. (I am dating myself here, I know.)

This marquee marks the rest room.

The back room is designed to resemble an old Sinclair gas station. OMG this is like walking into the past. The dinosaur on the sign makes history come alive.

This room (I’m sure it has technical term) is where the patients sit in seats for Dr. M to inspect their progress. The chairs and tables were designed to resemble the inside of a garage. The shiny aluminum table tops mimic the tool boxes and the chairs are like racing seats.

Dr. Meyers desk is the front end of an old, I want to say, Cadillac. Correct me anyone. I won’t take offence. Whatever it is, it is gorgeous.

On either side of the work station area are 2 benches. Mom’s usually wait on these. They are awesome.

This one really is the back end of a nineteen fifty something Caddy. I love the raw-hide covering. Not only it this aesthetically pleasing to the eye, it is really comfortable.

This Woody is the reception desk. Above the desk hangs a large surf board.

Something that brings back far too many memories is this Big Boy. I am
one of those who found themselves often in a Big Boy as a child and as a young person loving the food.

And scattered throughout the office are cases with memorabilia, or old toys. Some of these my brothers had out in the sand box.

A couple of loose antiques lying around on counter tops are peppered throughout the office.

Two dimensional photos hardly give you the impact this place has on you in real life but, I’m so glad to put this down for my posterity. In a few months my daughter will have completed her sentence of tooth adjustment and I may never get another chance to walk through this charming place.

That is my little piece of heaven this week. Let me know if you have any charming places in your community that take you someplace else.

Love,
Jeannene

More History

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To continue with our foray into the past, we move into other areas of the plantation.

We now tour the school-house.

This is a one room school-house. It has everything a class room needs in the space of a small shed.

The next building is a doctor’s office. I never imagined a plantation would house a physician, but it makes sense. This was a large community with a lot of people. They all needed care. Notice the two doors on the front. One side was for blacks and the other for whites.

This in one waiting room. I marvel at the slatted walls and ceiling.

Small office/lab in the back. There are ledgers with patient results and diagnosis’ recorded. These fascinate C-Man and me as we are both employed in the medical industry.

Old obstetrical instruments. The man in this building is retired physician from the big city whose ancestor worked in that building! Cool huh?

As a laboratorian, this caught my interest.

This is the other waiting room. Looks nicer than the other one.

We move to the sharecropper’s living quarters.

And there are some of my favorite people… er, animal too.

Another tenant house.

Then we have the BIG house. This is only half of the big house I am told. It is still big and carries with it a fair amount of grandeur. This house was used by the owners only as a temporary home until the HUGE plantation house was finally built (not on this little park). When the family vacated it, it was used for the foreman’s family. The original plantation family home is down the road about 3 miles and has been restored to facilitate weddings and events.

The living area. I love the color of these walls. And again the walls are all constructed with slats. I just love seeing how people lived in the past.

The kitchen…

I have seen all these furnishings in antique stores. So nice to see them in their own settings.

The dining room…

This house has an indoor bathroom!

A couple of spacious bedrooms too.

Loved seeing that house. The cooks house was out back along with the ice house.

This lady is a woman after my heart. I cook in dutch ovens and love it. We share kindred spirits. Dutch ovens enable a body to cook anything anywhere you want. You will never be without your favorite foods.

This is another tenant house, larger that the rest.

These are butter churns. Depending on how much cream there is to be processed. The all time easiest way to make butter is by shaking a quart jar with cream.

This is the interior of the largest tenant house. These buildings house the sharecroppers’ families. The walls are lined with newspaper to keep the wind from blowing through the holes of the slats.

This house even has a kitchen in it… very extravagant. The stove in this kitchen is identical to the one C-Man bought me a few years ago. I love the old ways.

This is a shot of the holes in the floor. The floor boards don’t meet exactly and this was common in these buildings. C-Man remembers living in house like this as a very small child.

This is a luxury. To have a stove for warmth. This house has two stoves and a cooking stove.

This is a log house with a dog trot. I didn’t get a shot of the dog trot because there was a band of musicians in it. But for those of us who never heard of one, a dog trot is a breeze way in the south. During the heat of summer it is a cool respite. The air blows through the shaded area, cool and refreshing.

Loved our visit into history. Share your historical visits if you have a chance.

Thanks for visiting my little piece of heaven.

Love,
Jeannene

A Little Piece of History

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This weekend we made a foray into the past. A few miles from our home is a small community that used to be a huge plantation. The community has preserved the buildings from that plantation in a small park. Saturday they opened the park for a a friendly celebration. I have tried to get to this town for as long as we’ve lived here, but the only time we venture to Scott is during the winter when they are all buttoned up for the season.

Here is the Scott Railroad Station.

This is an old railroad light. I just liked the shape of it.

Every plantation had its own blacksmith for obvious reasons. This is an example of a smithy. I don’t believe the whole methodology is entirely accurate, but it does give us good insight into the craft.

This smithy used coal to make his fire. That is a circular bellows to the left of the table to blow air into the fire.

The vintage anvil is awesome.

And the vintage vice.

This is a corn crib.

I like the vintage clothing too.

I encountered, what I have always considered a mystery to me, sorghum processing. I use sorghum molasses in my bread. It’s origin has always been confusing, even after googling it. Today the shadows are cleared and full understanding emerges. Here is what the plant looks like…

To me, this plant looks like a weed. One of the gentlemen processing it kindly demonstrated the nature of sorghum to me.

He peeled away the sheath to expose the cane beneath. When chewed, the inside is sugar sweet! This is where sorghum originates.

So the cane is cut down …..

…. then processed in a mill. This mill is powered by a team of Belgian horses. The mill crushes the cane to extract the sweet liquid inside.

Cane is fed into the mill on the left. The gentleman in the center monitors the liquid and the crushed waste comes out the right side.

I love this team of mares. This breed is bred for this sort of work.

One of the mares also has foul here…

I just love that the little fellow had free reign of the place as his mama worked.

Sorghum is cooked down in a boiler to make the dark, thick syrup we know as molasses. This is the cooking area.

So plantations made their own sorghum molasses as well as provided their own bee hives for honey. I stand amazed at the self-sufficiency of these large farms. They also provided the workers, this is after the Civil War, with groceries and as-sundries through a commissary.

The interior is no different from any mercantile of the era I’ve had the privilege of touring.

This commissary lived on the Marlsgate plantation. We looked at the ledgers on this desk. Living history. I can’t tell you how it fascinates me.

Even more enthralling to me is the equipment displayed. This large-scale…

… and this old mill to grind wheat into flour, or other grains.

This is only half of what we took in. I am enthralled with all things from the past. This plantation had more on it. This post would be waaaay too long for it all. I’ll post the rest in the next post of the week.

I truly loved vicariously reliving this tiny bit of history. Let me know what fascinating history is in your area of the world.

Thanks for letting me share this little piece of heaven with you.

Love,
Jeannene