Memorial Day Weekend. You
know this was always a big weekend for spending time with Grandma and the
Mickles, and earlier on, also the Hoovers. Often we would go up to Clare pick
up Grandma, and continue to Oscoda, or all meet in Clare and stay up there two
nights, come home Monday afternoon like everyone else. On the way home be
entertained by the typical accident at M27 and some major east west
road I can’t remember the name of. They have a bridge over
that former corner where even installing a traffic light did not help. I think
they put in that bridge in the early 90’s. Naturally the men would disappear on
a golf course. From the 1950’s to 1985 as we grew up, Grandma's was everyone's weekend home and gathering point. Too bad things have changed now.
Anyway
another "dirge" on the old days when life moved slower, no internet, and only 3
TV channels and a dial phone. But the best part was being allowed to use your imagination.
But at our age you may still sit and wonder just what the hell happened and why
they label it “progress” when it sucks compared to back then. Not everything was perfect, but slower and more time to contemplate and think things over, even as a kid.
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