So I went away for awhile.
Surprised my mom for her 70th birthday. Made her happy.
And I saw old friends, of course, which meant I drank and ate (cheese curds!) and laughed and drank and ate and laughed. That was good. Made me happy.
I walked all over town, down past the dime store and up and around the old elementary school and junior high (now just a middle school) and over to the athletic field.
It seemed so big, back then. Now, it was just quiet.
And T. and I walked amongst the sand dunes at a park we call Terry-Andrae but the state calls Kohler-Andrae:
When I was a kid my family regularly camped at Terry-Andrae, along with a group of my parents’ friends. (I smoked my first cigarette at 9 with B., who was 11. Coughed. A lot.) We’d tear around on bikes or go tromping along the dunes or thread our way through the trees—anything where we could pretend we were completely on our own.
Anyway, I remember the dunes as more sand than green, and there were no wooden pathways through the ups-and-downs, but, y’know, folks nowadays are much more concerned about preservation than anyone was back in the ’70s.
We used to launch ourselves off the tops of the dunes, counting on the sand below to give and slide down with us. That lower part of the dune, looking out over Lake Michigan, is still sandy (didn’t take a shot of that), so it could still be done.
You might get yelled at by park rangers, though.
No ranger in sight at the park below the falls in town:
The river is brown and muddy; it’s been brown and muddy for as long as I can remember.
My mom, who grew up in town, remembers when the dyes of the woolen factory (pictured below; now converted into apartments) would turn the river green or red or blue.
That rusted-brown bridge in the back? That was an active railroad bridge back in the day (since decommissioned, although there is talk of bringing it back), one which we would cross as kids.
Weren’t supposed to, of course, and you had to screw up your courage to do it the first time, but after awhile it was second nature to skip across the ties rather than take the sidewalk on the “regular” bridge.
Yeah, that’s all closed off now, too, though I bet kids are still finding their ways across that bridge.
nice and thanks for the pics, check out that book talk on philo in the medieval “trough” I left on your bulletin board
howz this for absurdbeats?
Thanks for being on point and on tagter!