Category: Reminiscences
Brylcreem Summer
Lesson from an Old Fence Post
Remembering Mr. Buckley
When I was sixteen, Mr. Buckley, my tenth grade English teacher—a portly, middle-aged bachelor who wore thick, black-rimmed glasses over his dark eyes, shabby shirts and jeans, and a black tam over his balding head—brought a grocery bag full of paperback books into our classroom and dumped them on his…
The Mourning of My Wedding
The Influence of the 1970s
Cat Time I
Hot August sun burns into my pores. I’m in the sandbox with my twin dolls, Molly and Polly. I finally got them to sleep. It wasn’t easy, what with little black ants crawling over them. I swished them away without hurting them. Except the leader. I always kill the leader….
Poem in Prose
Farm Life A kid on the farm with only her imagination as playmate gets up early on summer mornings, pokes her head out bedroom windows, checks to see if she’s beaten the cows. Nope! Silver’s leading the pack, clang, clang goes her bell. Daisy lost her bell last week so…
Sunday Visitors on the SideRoad
Getting Wood Ready for a U.P. Winter
When the Family Farm is Gone
A Tractor Ride in an Upper Peninsula Field
Summer’s Short Lease
Dressed for the Soo Locks Centennial 1955
Visitors to the Easter Upper Peninsula
A Yooper Girl Gone but Not Forgotten
The Hands of a Yooper
Summer on an Upper Peninsula SideRoad
A Father’s Day Gift
The Bellamy Salute to Old Glory
by Sharon M. Kennedy In 1892, Francis Bellamy wrote the “Pledge of Allegiance.” It wasn’t long thereafter that Daniel Ford, owner of a children’s magazine called The Youth’s Companion, asked an editor to create a physical movement to accompany the pledge. I’ll skip all the ins-and-outs and simply say the…
Diamond Cab of Sault Ste. Marie, MI
Plastic Flowers and Memorial Day
Tilling Time in the Upper Peninsula
My Mother, My Dearest
Stepping on a Shadow
Brylcreem Summer
Lesson from an Old Fence Post
Remembering Mr. Buckley

When I was sixteen, Mr. Buckley, my tenth grade English teacher—a portly, middle-aged bachelor who wore thick, black-rimmed glasses over his dark eyes, shabby shirts and jeans, and a black tam over his balding head—brought a grocery bag full of paperback books into our classroom and dumped them on his…
The Mourning of My Wedding
The Influence of the 1970s
Cat Time I
Hot August sun burns into my pores. I’m in the sandbox with my twin dolls, Molly and Polly. I finally got them to sleep. It wasn’t easy, what with little black ants crawling over them. I swished them away without hurting them. Except the leader. I always kill the leader….
Poem in Prose
Farm Life A kid on the farm with only her imagination as playmate gets up early on summer mornings, pokes her head out bedroom windows, checks to see if she’s beaten the cows. Nope! Silver’s leading the pack, clang, clang goes her bell. Daisy lost her bell last week so…
Sunday Visitors on the SideRoad
Getting Wood Ready for a U.P. Winter
When the Family Farm is Gone
A Tractor Ride in an Upper Peninsula Field
Summer’s Short Lease
Dressed for the Soo Locks Centennial 1955
Visitors to the Easter Upper Peninsula
A Yooper Girl Gone but Not Forgotten
The Hands of a Yooper
Summer on an Upper Peninsula SideRoad
A Father’s Day Gift
The Bellamy Salute to Old Glory

by Sharon M. Kennedy In 1892, Francis Bellamy wrote the “Pledge of Allegiance.” It wasn’t long thereafter that Daniel Ford, owner of a children’s magazine called The Youth’s Companion, asked an editor to create a physical movement to accompany the pledge. I’ll skip all the ins-and-outs and simply say the…