07.01.09
The Hill Beautiful
Hill Beautiful
In summer, I always feel drawn to the place where my early childhood summers were spent. My family had a farm high on a hill near Eastport with an astonishing view.
I was about 2 when I first went there and can still remember my first time walking in the place— the look of it, the smell, the wind— even calling out the name of the woman my parents bought it from wondering if she was still there. That was early 1957. Ten years later, my parents sold the farm to my mother’s mother and her husband.
My step-grandfather, who was Dutch, named the place for the view and put it on a sign at the head of the driveway. ”De Schoone Heuvel” Grandpa called it in Dutch: ‘The Hill Beautiful’
House Sitting
Todd is driving down for the 4th. He’s bringing Bob the Cat. Along with having a yard sale to get rid of stuff, we’ll also chill and have some fun.
Travel
I am headed to MI before the end of the month to tend to some personal business. I don’t know if the winds of fate will blow me all the way to Mass City, but I sure would love it if they did.
Another part of my mission is to visit Knoxville. I fear I may be saying good-bye to a favorite uncle afflicted with aggressive brain cancer. My itinerary may change suddenly.
Bucky & her Stuffy Bear
Bucky
Bucky is still limping some, but better, though she does seem lethargic. Her regular vet is in Lake Leelanau, MI. I plan to go to TC while up north and will take Bucky in for a check up.
