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October 6, 2018

Memories of Days Gone By — Positive Energy

Even though we believe the past is an illusion, every once in awhile we get reminded of memories from the past and if the memory is a positive energy we follow through and bring back that memory(s). We have the memory(s) stored away in the “zip file” part of our brain, so it’s usually easily accessible.

The other day on PBS was a documentary of a town rebuilding a covered bridge that was washed away during a flood.  This brought back some great memories from my childhood of the covered bridges in Indiana.  Every summer my parents made a point of taking my sister and I on vacation.  We visited several Indiana state parks like Brown’s Country, and Turkey Run (MY favorite).  Many of the parks had covered bridges which we could access by car and or walk through.  Indiana also had a Covered Bridge Festival every year that drew thousands of fans.

We also went to the Mammoth Cave, and Crystal Cave in Kentucky.  Mammoth Cave had an eight hour tour which was only available when parts of the cave were not under water.  We were there when the water was low so we took the eight hour tour.  Wow!  For lunch we ate in a cafeteria called “The Snowball Room”.  It’s was named because it looked like someone had thrown snowball all over the ceiling and as I remember it was about 300 feet under ground.  Part of the tour involved getting in to boats where there was water and to be able to continue we took the boats.  The tour guides were awesome and entertaining.  They had names for just about every section and stories to match.  We always had a good time where ever we went.

The one place that we went repeatedly was Atlantic Mine, MI in the Upper Peninsula of MI.  It was where my Dad was born and my grand-mother still was living there.  Yes my Dad was a “U-per” and so were we by birth.  Every once in awhile my Dad would take me for a drive and he would show me where he hung out as a kid.  Later in life I made a point of returning to see Grandma with various members of my family.

There was The Tunnel of Trees, which was a local site and we often saw a dear or two.  Rarely did we see another car.

Then there was Agate Beach which was a black sand beach where if you looked for Agates you usually found some or we always found some great “rubbing rocks”.  Rubbing Rocks are rocks that fit comfortably in the palm of your hand and have a smooth surface that you can rub with your thumb. The rubbing used to relax me or take me off to great places when day dreaming.  Later in life I took my 9 year old niece Ladi (Lori) to Agate beach and I ended up pulling all the muscles in my lower back when I pick up a boulder to use on the dam we were building on a stream.  I saw stars when I lifted and immediately sat down.  She saw my face and said “Unc, what’s wrong?”  I told her I “We need to get home.”  The problem now was the car was about a mile from where we were and I found that the only way I could walk was to bend over an put my hands on my legs just above my knees.  It was an exhausting trip and we stopped often.  Then when we got to the car I found that I could not sit upright to drive.  I asked my Ladi if she could drive, and she looked at me and said “No way Unc.!”  So I messed around and found that if I moved the seat right up to the steering wheel and used the steering to pull my body up against it I could drive.  Off we went to Grandma’s house and after Grandma gave me a few aspirins’ to see if the pain went away I said “Grandma, I better go to the hospital emergency room”.  I spent a week in the hospital under traction.  The funny thing about being in traction was I was skinny and because the weight from the traction was attached to my feet, the nurses would have to come and move me back up to the head of the bead because the weight would eventually pull me down to the bottom of the bed.  After a week off my Ladi and I went, driving back to Indiana and stooping at every rest stop so I could spend several minutes laying on a picnic table to ease my back.  A memorable trip I must say.

My dad said to me “I know you like to sled in the winter so let me show you where we used to sled when I was a boy.”  About a mile from the house there was “Frog Pool Hill” a road about a mile or two long descending almost the entire way, ending at the bottom of the hill and coming to a “T” with the Canal Road.  If you could not stop your sled, then you would continue on to the canal, which hopefully was frozen.  It was summer so we drove down and when we got to the bottom my Dad said “This beats sledding on the express-way bridge hills doesn’t it?”  We both laughed and I said “Yes!”.

My Dad and I spent hours driving around because even though there were paved roads all over the peninsula, he had short cuts that used logging roads to get around much easier.  Once cool place he showed me was we drove north on US 41 and we eventually came to the end of US 41.  The southern end was in the Miami FL.  The North end was in Ft. Wilkins Sate Park in Copper Harbor MI.  The in Copper Harbor was Brockway Mountain Drive, 8.883 miles of scenic drive.  M-26 started at lake level and on some winding roads climbs to 1,320 feet above sea level.  There are several view points for panoramas along the way. On a clear day at the top you can see Isle Royale which is approximately 50 miles away in Lake Superior. M-26 ends in Eagle Harbor at lake level. (M-26 closed in winter).  Of course on the way to Brockway and back there were a zillion scenic sites. So it usually took days of adventure to see as many as possible and many visits to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan where they claim to have the cleanest air in the world.  Here is my Brockway story.  I was going up the winding road with Ronna and because Ronna had a fear of height she was reading a book.  So when I got to a point where the car was going up a steep section of road I yelled out “Oh My God!!  The Road goes off a cliff here!!!”  SO of course Ronna looked up and all she could see is sky.  She grabbed the door opener and pulled the door open and just before she jumped I grabbed her and told her it was a joke.  About that time we had gotten to the top of the hill and you could see the road continues on.  Ronna went on to tell me “*^$^*()*^%$^()_” for several minutes and it was a silent ride all the way back to Grandma’s house. (I grinned all the way back)

Well folks we could go on and on, but thanks to Mom and Dad and the great times we had we could share some with you.  Mom and Dad instilled being adventurous is me and all though my amazing life it was one great adventure.  Maybe we should write a book?  Anyway, just sitting here remembering those memories has me grinning.

We have nothing else to report at this time except to say to you thank you for visiting and we hope you are going to the next link with a smile.  Hey Aaron remember Grandma’s awesome Apple Pie or Fourth of July fireworks at midnight?

 

 

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