In the spring of 2003, I received an Easter card from my parents, who lived near Phoenix, Arizona. My mother included a photograph with that card. It was a picture of her, my dad and my uncle.
My coworker, Hannah Ball, wrote an article about more businesses passing credit card fees onto their customers. It was published in the Wednesday, Nov. 28 edition (If you don’t get Midweek edition you should, good stuff in there). It says businesses are paying up to 4 percent per credit and…
There is an old saying that “the squeaky wheel gets the grease.” That came to mind this week when thinking about one of those squeaky wheels — a man named Pete Medor.
I don’t know what it is about scary TV shows but I just love them. I’m not talking about The Walking Dead or any of those shows. Walking zombies? Why? Where are they going? Why?
The television coverage last week of Hurricane Michael in the Florida panhandle has been riveting. I can’t even imagine what it is like to go through a nightmare hurricane like that.
When I was a kid we could not have a pet dog or a cat because our mom was allergic to them. I don’t know if it was the hair, the dander or what, she just couldn’t be around them.
Last week, I told you about my long ago interview with Ivar Strom of Fenton. A couple of weeks later, I also had the pleasure of interviewing Leo Weigant in the Shiawassee Avenue home he shared with his wife, Jean. He talked about the old days of Fenton.
Driving around the city of Fenton today, it’s hard to imagine what life was like in the early 1900s. I had the good fortune in mid-1995 to interview a man named Ivar Strom, who shared his wonderful stories of days gone by.
Here’s a tip for all the ladies out there contemplating marriage. If you want to know what kind of husband your intended will be, observe how he treats his mother. More importantly, pay close attention to how his father treats his mother, and grandmother.
Seeing that big yellow school bus facing Owen Road with the “bus drivers needed” sign at Fenton schools brings back some very fond memories, memories of my old school bus driver, John Fox.
In May, I sent away to ancestrydna.com for a DNA kit. When the kit arrived, I read the instructions and learned that I would have to spit some saliva into a little vial. Once the vial was filled, I was to shake it up, mixing it with the solution at the bottom, and send it back to ancestry in…
When I was a kid, the rhyme “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me,” meant something. It meant something to all of us kids in grade school (what they called elementary school back in the olden days).
In this weekend’s edition, I wrote a little story about Braden Diehl, one of our valued newspaper carriers. I appreciate Braden more than he may ever know because my sons, too, were carriers when they were kids. It was their first job and they were so proud to be making their own money.
Last week, I was reading a WHMI online news story. It was about how members of one political party came up with a plan to fund Livingston County road repairs — without raising taxes.
My husband and I talked it over and we have decided that we are going to take up camping again. Both of us camped with our families when we were kids, and we took our own boys camping when they were youngsters.
At this stage in my life there isn’t too much that I want or need. I have a great family that includes my husband, sons and a little grandson. I live in a great neighborhood with wonderful neighbors. And I have a great job that I have been saying for years I would do for free if I could afford it.
A few years ago, when our son and his fiancée lived in the Los Angeles area, my husband and I flew out there to visit with them for a week. We had a wonderful time.
While riding in my husband’s truck up Park Street in Fenton last Sunday, the road was so bumpy from potholes that my mind started wandering to what it must have been like in the 1800s.
With Mother’s Day coming up next Sunday, it won’t be long before I’m asked what I want, as in a gift. Honestly, having the honor and pleasure of being a mom to two sons and stepmom to another two, all of whom are adults now, is gift enough.
A few days ago, I watched Good Morning America as I do every morning and was flabbergasted by a segment they titled “What are the new rules in a post #MeToo workplace?”
Other than old age or illness, I truly believe there is another reason the elderly die when they do. They won’t be able to handle one more day of what the future has in store.
Next Saturday will mark the 10th anniversary of my mother’s passing. She died on April 7, 2008. I have been thinking a lot about her this week, not with sadness but by reminiscing and laughing over some of the things she did that I haven’t thought about in years.
One of my favorite conveniences as a writer for the Tri-County Times is the ability to ask my questions and receive answers via email. The benefits are many, at least in my opinion.
When my sons were in Fenton schools, they attended fifth and sixth grade at what was then called Fenton Intermediate School (FIS) in the Ellen Street Campus off Adelaide.
Working as a Tri-County Times carrier on a walking route offers local youngsters not only a chance to earn their own money, it also gets them outside for some invigorating fresh air and exercise.
Last weekend, my youngest son traveled to Denver, Colorado for a long snowboarding weekend with a buddy who lives there. He flew from Flint to Atlanta, Georgia, where he had a brief layover.
Every day on the internet I see dozens of creative things made by some very talented people. I am particularly impressed with items that can be repurposed into something more useful than what it was originally intended to be.
My co-worker Sally Rummel will be working this week on an article about “The Great Blizzard of 1978,” and will be asking readers what they remember about that storm 40 years ago. You don’t want to miss her great story to be published in our Jan. 24 Midweek edition.
Staying warm has almost become a full-time job this week. It has been a very long time since we’ve seen temperatures dip this low. Just crawling out from under my warm quilts in the morning is an exercise in willpower. I find myself being jealous of the dog, who is still under the covers an…