Christmas Ornaments

Many of you will remember when I worked at the Historical Society I designed Beaver Island Christmas Ornaments.  I've been working on that project again, this time on my own, not part of any organization.  I will only have a limited number of them made up.  It takes about 3 months to have them made.  This year I'm going to do the Harbor Lighthouse in the snow.

For those of you who haven't seen the prior ornaments, these are hand-blown glass balls that are painted on the inside by a process called  This form of artwork, known as Eglomise, has existed in China since 1802. Originally developed as a means of portraying French trading ships on flat glass, artists eventually incorporated other forms of glass, including bottles and ornaments. Each ornament is individually hand-blown and then meticulously hand-painted on the inside with small, curved brushes using a technique also known as "reverse-painting."

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This year the ornament is the Whiskey Point light (Harbor light).  The deadline for orders is August 1 as I will be ordering them on the 10th and they won't arrive until mid-November.  Each ornament comes in a padded red box to protect it for many years.

Don't miss the AUGUST edition of


Serving Beaver Island's business, residential and visitor communities

Visit two of Beaver Island's Secret Gardens

Chef Joy Green presents crowd pleasing breads

Editorial: Crime on the Rise on BI

History of the Beaver Head Light

Civic Pride - The Bud McDonough Memorial Ballpark

Kids Thrilled with Horse Camp

The Island's Hopes for a New Medical Center

Details from the Charlevoix County Commissioners Meeting!


Summer Escape

or How I Spent My Summer Vacation

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Last year, after a lot of nagging, I managed to talk Joe into a summer vacation and we had a fabulous vacation in Kennebunkport, Maine with my best online buddy and friends.  This year, with a daughter getting ready to head off to college, we couldn't swing a trip out east, but Joe and I did manage a few days away. (Holy cow!  once he got the hang of a vacation he's always ready to go now).  We set off for the mainland on Saturday morning and since we had no specific destination in mind, Joe decided we should head north, at least to the bridge.  

Now, this was just fine with me, however, Joe had spent Friday morning cooking breakfast at Stoney Acre Restaurant, playing with the band until closing at the Shamrock and after only two hours sleep was called out on an emergency run and then had to cook breakfast again at Stoney Acre before we could hop on a plane.  Now I don't know about anyone else, but I don't want to be a passenger in a car with a driver who has only had about 3 hours sleep, which meant that I had to be the driver.  Normally, this poses quite a problem since Joe is over six foot tall and I'm not even five foot so when I drive, he has to sit with his knees in his ears.  No problem this year.. it was a new car with bucket seats so he could relax and catch forty winks.  NOT ME... I was the one who ended up having to drive over the Mackinac Bridge.  Big deal most people say... HA!  Now picture this short person (who can barely see over the steering wheel) having to drive across this man-made monstrosity.  Never in the history of the world has the steering apparatus of a vehicle been held so tightly.  (I've come to the realization that those indents on the inside of the steering wheels, that are specially made just for your fingers to rest in,  are made by little old ladies driving across high bridges)  I now hold the record for Hail Mary's muttered from Mackinaw City to St. Ignace.  My luck held, they were doing maintenance work on the bridge - how lucky could I get???? - that meant I had to drive on the open grids -  my hair is now permanently white, not dirty gray, white!  We made it across and I really had to restrain myself from leaping out of the car at the welcome center and kissing the pavement.  Whatever else we did while on this trip could not possibly be as terrifying, and I "calmly" informed by husband that HE would be driving back across even if he had NO sleep.

From St. Ignace we headed up to the Soo and into Ontario, Canada where the north-west Trans-Canada Highway 17 was touted to be "the Big Sur of Ontario".  Sounded like a nice drive and thankfully I wasn't having to deal with that side of the car, I got to be the passenger.  We headed down 17, following the shore of the northern edge of Lake Superior until we felt like stopping.  The scenery was absolutely breathtaking.  I lost my breath when Joe decided to "look" at the scenery a couple times instead of keeping his eyes glued to the road.  We stopped the first night at Batchawana Bay at one of the nicest resorts we'd ever stayed in, the Salzburger Hof Resort.  We saw the sign on 17 and it said turn left, we did and drove, and drove, and drove and just as we were about to give up the road ended at the resort.  The rooms, service and people here are simply outstanding.  The restaurant serves the finest food we've ever had and each item is made to order.  If you are ever in the area, stop in here and you'll be glad you did. The Elsigan family will truly impress you.

Sunday morning we woke to a pea-soup fog that started to lift just as we finished a lovely breakfast complete with Mrs. Elsigan's homemade plum jam.  She told us that if we didn't have plans we should head up the road about 45 minutes and see the pictographs at the Lake Superior Provincial Park.  We decided to follow her advice and headed off towards the park and parts unknown. On the way, we enjoyed the scenes from along the roadway.

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To follow us on our trip into Canada, click HERE 

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