When my grandpa Averill bought property on Wolf Lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan in the early 40s, he picked the choice lot for himself, and then parceled out smaller lots along the lake edge in a little barony he named “Averill’s Basswood Terrace”. (My grandpa liked to see…
I haven’t completely unpacked from our trip, yet — but I want to post a few shots, so I can show my grandma tomorrow when…
We spent part of every day wading in ice cold water, over flat, slippery rocks; swimming or sitting or sliding in different narrow, frothy streams……
I have been in places before where you could hike in and take a picture of a waterfall… but these were mountains made of rock,…
When my grandma moved to a new senior residence, I was given her old canning supplies. This just tickles me to no end. Her farmhouse…