B. I. News on the 'Net, February 12-25, 2018

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 25, 2018

Remember that old children's poem "Rain, rain, go away! Come again another day!" That would fit today. The majority of the island high school have been on a four day Catholic Teen Retreat to Mackinac Island with Father Jim Siler and Brother Jim Boynton. Hopefully the weather will clear and they will be home today to show and tell us all about their experience. At the moment we have cloudy skies, 35°, feels like 20°, humidity is at 89%, wind is at 22 mph from the southwest with gusts to 35 mph, pressure is rising from 29.31 inches, and visibility is 6.3 miles.
TODAY: Mostly cloudy. Rain and a slight chance of light freezing rain in the morning. Patchy fog in the morning. Windy. Highs around 40°. Southwest winds 15 to 30 mph with gusts to around 50 mph.
TONIGHT: Mostly cloudy. Breezy. Lows inthe upper 20s. Southwest winds 15 to 25 mph with gusts to around 45 mph shifting to the west 10 to 15 mph with gusts to around 35 mph after midnight.

ON THIS DATE of February 25, 1828, John Adams, son of President John Quincy Adams, marries his first cousin and inadvertently follows a pattern of keeping marriages within the family.

John Adams’ grandfather, President John Adams, had married his third cousin, Abigail Smith. Intermarriage skipped a generation with John Quincy Adams, who married a non-relative. But, at 25 years old, John Quincy’s second-eldest son, John, married his first cousin on his mother’s side, 22-year-old Mary Catherine Hellen, in a private ceremony at the White House.

Exactly nine months and seven days after the wedding, Mary Catherine gave birth to the couple’s first child, a daughter named Mary Louisa, in the White House family quarters. Mary and John gave her the name Mary, after her mother, and the middle name Louisa after her paternal grandmother Louisa Catherine Adams, the wife of John Quincy Adams.

In 1853, Mary Louisa Adams also married a family member–her second cousin, William Clarkson Johnson, the son of her first cousin, Abigail Louisa Smith Adams, and President John Adams’ great-grandson. Both bride and groom descended from President John Adams–the wedding constituted the first marriage between descendants of two presidents. While both Mary Louisa and her new husband were descendants of President John Adams, only Mary Louisa was directly related to President John Quincy Adams.

The Adams’ were not the only presidential family to intermarry. In 1905, Franklin Delano Roosevelt married Eleanor, his fifth cousin once removed. Eleanor did not have to change her name upon marrying, since her maiden name was also Roosevelt. Her father, Elliot, was the brother of former President Theodore Roosevelt.

DID YOU KNOW THAT If you were to stretch a Slinky out until it’s flat, it would measure 87 feet long.

WORD OF THE DAY: mores (MAWR-eyz) which means folkways of central importance accepted without question and embodying the fundamental moral views of a group. The Latin noun mōrēs is the plural of mōs “custom, habit, usage, wont.” The Latin noun, whether singular or plural, has a wider range of usage than English mores has. Mōs may be good, bad, or indifferent: in Cicero’s usage the phrase mōs mājōrum “custom of our ancestors” is roughly equivalent to “constitution”; mōs sinister means “perverted custom," literally “left-handed”; and Horace used to walk along the Via Sacra as was his habit ( mōs). Mores entered English in the late 19th century.

Early Elementary Raises Funds

The early elementary students are hosting a coin drive! We need your help. Please empty your change jars in one of our drop boxes. All proceeds will go to Caitlin Boyle’s Medical Fund. Watch our video to find out more about the project and how it works. Come on Beaver Island, let’s “be the change”.


The Magical Mystery Barn

by Mike Moore

The magical mystery barn.

I wasn't allowed to play in the big red barn.

When I first started sneaking over there, it had been years since cows had crapped on the floor. The lower area was filled with boats, a jeep, a motorcycle and some old bikes- all items that the marina was storing for somebody.

In the field behind, there were really old cars with fins, and funky mirrors. I climbed in each and drove them all around with my imagination.

There was a chicken coop out in the field too. Of course there were no chickens, just boxes of books and old magazines.

Apparently surprisingly literate chickens once roosted there.

This was all great, but the loft of the barn is what really nabbed my interest. If I wasn't allowed to play in the barn, I DEFINITELY wasn't allowed in the loft.

There were two ways to get up there. You could climb the ladder (boards nailed crosswise on the wall), or you could climb the huge nails that jutted randomly from the poles below. There was this huge open space right in the middle by the big doors. I suppose hay was tossed down to cows a long time prior.

The first time I snuck up there, I found a layer of dust about a half-inch thick on everything. Little black swallows swooped everywhere. This was Indiana Jones' material.

To add to the intrigue, the boards had significant dry rot. You had to step where there were cross beams- and some boards you didn't step on at all. Something in your primitive brain had an override switch on that next adventurous step.

Way up near the peak was a little crow's nest of sorts, with a railing. That second ladder was scary as hell. My feet would shake at the ankles as the wood creaked and moaned under my 60 or 70 pounds. I never made it to the top.

Probably a good thing.

I discovered a great dust covered cardboard box near the window. I had to look inside.

There, in tangled wonder, were toys from a long forgotten carnival. Little toy birds with real feathers, tiny whistles, a thousand bits of cheap plastic amazement.

There were musical instruments up there in faded leather hardcases.

I still can't play the trombone.

One day, while exploring the recesses of the loft, I heard a muffled voice. It was coming from the far end.

I carefully creaked over there, and found a hole in the wall that attached to an added room.

There was a man singing in another language about 8 feet below me.

I figured I'd better announce myself.


"Oh hey there! What're you doing up there?" The guy had a chuckle and kindness in his voice that was like a warm fire in winter.

"Lookin around, what're you doing?"

The guy turned some knobs here and there, and smiled.

"Filling my tanks."

"Tanks for what?"

He said something about a "barco," which left me confused.

He laughed and told me that "barco" is Spanish for "boat."

He was a diver!

A diver on SHIPWRECKS!

Real shipwrecks!

Now, every time I'd explore in the loft, I'd check, hoping to see him. When he was there, he'd chuckle and give me a new Spanish word. I learned that he was somebody's grandpa I knew.

Eventually, the boats got pulled out because a new fancy metal shed was built at the back of the field. The boats were replaced with cows. My Dad and some other guys were going to try their hand at raising cattle.

Of course, I'd go talk to the cows. When the boats left, so did the Spanish speaking diver.

One of the cows was evil. She'd let you pet her, and then freak out. Nearly broke my arm once.

Then, there was a cow I named "Brownie" for obvious reasons. That cow would let you pet it whenever you wanted. I'd look for the juiciest weeds and put them in bouquets for that cow.

We were pals.

One day, my Mom took me to the Shamrock for lunch. That was pretty cool. It was a rare thing- even rarer that it was just my Mom. I could order pop! My mom supplied me with quarters so I could play games. It was fantastic!

Eventually, my sugar soaked brain started to wonder. Those wonderings turned to questions. Eventually, my Mom couldn't deflect any longer.

Why were we here so long- me being allowed all the things I rarely got?


Good thing I had already eaten.

Brownie the cow was no more.

I was crushed. This made no sense- why not eat the cow that nearly broke my arm? Why take the only nice one of the bunch?

They told me that one was called a steer, and the other was a cow.

That was why.

I said that those names were stupid, and why didn't they just call Brownie a cow? Why didn't I even get to say goodbye.

As with all things, time heals- well, after a brief refusal to eat beef that fall.

That next spring I found more treasures in the loft to add to my forts across the road.

Then, the strangest thing happened. It made NO logical sense at all.

The marina was selling the barn! Somebody was gonna turn it into a restaurant?!

Didn't they know that the place had stratifications of cow waste? It was a haven for dust and swallows?

Sure enough, they converted the place. I was dumbfounded the first time I ate there. Each time I go in, I can't help wonder how this nuttiness came to pass.

How could I be having great food in THERE?

Does anybody realize that the kitchen is built right on top of where Brownie ate wildflowers?

It feels really odd when I order a burger there if I think too much about it.

When you're in the part that is the pub, if you listen closely, can you still hear Spanish melodies and stories of shipwrecks? That shed is just beside you- I think it's the back section of the kitchen.

I still have dreams of the place. Me sneaking in through the upper window, finding a cool old instrument, creaking along to find mysteries lost in dusty boxes. Learning a new Spanish word, or lore from the sea.

Next time you're at Stoney, remember it wasn't always the way it is now.

It was once the most wonderfully dangerous playhouse a kid could know.

Whiskey Point and Gull Harbor

With the temperatures rising above freezing, the fishermen fishing through the ice are out in full force to get in maybe their last chance if the melting continues. The sun was shining and the ice was glistening, so a trip to the point and out to Gull Harbor was in order.

Whiskey Point in the sunshine with ice everywhere.

Blue ice out a long way at Gull Harbor


On Top of a Snowbank

Many years ago, Bill and Betty Welke rescued the editor from being stuck on the East Side Drive just south of the Welke Airport when searching for the missing Diane Hetherington, who had not made it to work on time. this vehicle on top of the snowbank brought back many memories of the wonderful help that the editor was provided by getting some help from them. This picture and video are one way of providing them a thank-you as well as a good laugh for Angel and Paul.

View a video clip HERE

USCG to Break Ice for Martin Gas and Oil

2016 picture of first trip....This trip will be February 27th per USCG

Coast Guard crews will be ice breaking in northern Lake Michigan next week. They’ll be out there to help a barge with much needed supplies reach Beaver Island. On Tuesday, February 27, 2018, the Coast Guard cutters Mackinaw and Mobile Bay will break ice near the island.The Mackinaw will assist the Shamrock tug and PetroQueen barge from Manistigue to Beaver Island.

The tug is pulling a barge loaded with fuel to replenish the island’s dwindling supply. The Mobile Bay will prepare tracks to the old Coast Guard Station near Whiskey Point. Both cutters will then ensure the tug and barge are safely moored before departing.

The Coast Guard wants to remind all those on the ice to plan their activities carefully and to stay away from the shipping channels.

Beaver Island House Party at Holy Cross Hall

July 1996

The Beaver Island Historical had begun this series of house parties in the 1990's under the direction of Lori Sommers. This is a continuation of the oral history project that was completed by Robert Cole.

Participants in this party included Barry Pischner, Rich Scripps, Danny Gillespie, Cindy Gillespie, and Glen Hendrix, and, of course, Ed Palmer.

View video of this HERE

The Prudent Layperson, Part 3

An Editorial by Joe Moore

The Prudent Layperson, Part 3
An editorial by Joe Moore

“If the need is urgent, but not life threatening”

These words are kind of suggestive that the common, prudent layperson is in a position to make a decision about whether the situation is urgent or whether the situation is life threatening.  The facts do not point out that this decision can be made by someone in this situation.  This is why the definition of emergency is defined the way it is defined.  If a person with average medical knowledge considers something to be an emergency, then it is an emergency, and there should be no doubt about what the prudent layperson should do.  They should call 911.

What are you talking about?  What gives you the right to make this statement?

Read the rest of the editorial HERE

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 24, 2018

Home again, safe and sound. I slept like the dead, obviously. Nothing is ever as good as your very own bed! Now we have to wait until my oncologist appointment on March 5th for the results. Currently it's cloudy outside, 31°, humidity is at 75%, wind is at 4 mph from the SSW, pressure is at 30.24 inches and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Partly sunny. Highs in the upper 30s. LIght winds becoming east at 10 mph in the afternoon.
TONIGHT: Rain with possible snow and freezing rain after midnight. Breezy. Lows in the lower 30s. East winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 30 mph increasing to southeast 15 to 25 mph with gusts to around 40 after midnight.

ON THIS DATE of February 24, 1836, in San Antonio, Texas, Colonel William Travis issues a call for help on behalf of the Texan troops defending the Alamo, an old Spanish mission and fortress under attack by the Mexican army.

A native of Alabama, Travis moved to the Mexican state of Texas in 1831. He soon became a leader of the growing movement to overthrow the Mexican government and establish an independent Texan republic. When the Texas revolution began in 1835, Travis became a lieutenant-colonel in the revolutionary army and was given command of troops in the recently captured city of San Antonio de Bexar (now San Antonio). On February 23, 1836, a large Mexican force commanded by General Antonio Lopez de Santa Ana arrived suddenly in San Antonio. Travis and his troops took shelter in the Alamo, where they were soon joined by a volunteer force led by Colonel James Bowie.

Though Santa Ana’s 5,000 troops heavily outnumbered the several hundred Texans, Travis and his men determined not to give up. On February 24, they answered Santa Ana’s call for surrender with a bold shot from the Alamo’s cannon. Furious, the Mexican general ordered his forces to launch a siege. Travis immediately recognized his disadvantage and sent out several messages via couriers asking for reinforcements. Addressing one of the pleas to “The People of Texas and All Americans in the World,” Travis signed off with the now-famous phrase “Victory or Death.”

Only 32 men from the nearby town of Gonzales responded to Travis’ call for help, and beginning at 5:30 a.m. on March 6, Mexican forces stormed the Alamo through a gap in the fort’s outer wall, killing Travis, Bowie and 190 of their men. Despite the loss of the fort, the Texan troops managed to inflict huge losses on their enemy, killing at least 600 of Santa Ana’s men.

The brave defense of the Alamo became a powerful symbol for the Texas revolution, helping the rebels turn the tide in their favor. At the crucial Battle of San Jacinto on April 21, 910 Texan soldiers commanded by Sam Houston defeated Santa Ana’s army of 1,250 men, spurred on by cries of “Remember the Alamo!” The next day, after Texan forces captured Santa Ana himself, the general issued orders for all Mexican troops to pull back behind the Rio Grande River. On May 14, 1836, Texas officially became an independent republic.

DID YOU KNOW THAT Al Capone’s business card said he was a used furniture dealer?

WORD OF THE DAY: tutti (TOO-tee) which means all the voices or instruments together. The Italian word tutti means “all,” i.e., all the instruments or voices of an orchestra together. Tutti is the masculine plural of tutto “all,” from Vulgar Latin tottus (unattested), from Latin tōtus. Tutti entered English in the 18th century.

Peaine Township Meeting Minutes

for February 2018

Beaver Island Birding Trail Festival—Warblers on the Water

May 25-27, 2018

Beaver Island Birding Trail Festival—Warblers on the Water

May 25-27, 2018

The 5th annual Beaver Island Birding Festival, Warblers on the Water, will be held on May 25-27, 2017, on Beaver Island, in northern Lake Michigan. The island is a spring migratory song and shore bird mecca with over 200 species of birds recorded from the island. Registration is limited and birders are urged to register early through the Beaver Island Birding Trail website at http://www.beaverislandbirdingtrail.org.

Transportation to the island is via ferry or air taxi. Lodging is available on the island, and transportation for the various field trips will be provided to registered participants. More information about transportation and lodging is available on the website.

Expert speakers, researchers, and field guides will lead workshops and field trips to some of the island’s 30+ birding sites. Whether you are a novice or expert birder there will be something for you during this Memorial Weekend event.

Featured speakers include Bill Parsons, wildlife biologist with the Little Traverse Bay Bands of Odawa, who will present, “Bald Eagle Research in the Beaver Island Archipelago.” Andrea and Terry Grabill will lead us on better birding techniques, Dr. Beth Leuck will share information on the Piping Plover recovery efforts in the Great Lakes with emphasis on the archipelago, and Dr. Nancy Seefelt, a biology professor at Central Michigan University, will present "Nesting Waterbirds in the Beaver Archipelago."  Great field trips around Beaver Island are scheduled, including one lead by Dr. Ed Leuck and Elliot Nelson called Birding and Botanizing at French Bay. In addition, a featured field trip to Garden Island is scheduled.  We are also pleased to announce that the Emmy Award-winning film, Green Fire: Also Leopold and a Land Ethic for Our Time, will be available for viewing during the weekend.

For more specific information about Warblers on the Water visit http://www.beaverislandbirdingtrail.org/warblers.html.  Information about transportation to and accommodations on Beaver Island can be found at http://www.beaverislandbirdingtrail.org/accommodations.html, and for information about the island visit the Chamber of Commerce’s web site at http://beaverisland.org.

Kick off  Memorial Day Weekend and summer with a birding trip to one of Michigan’s most scenic and pristine locations-- Beaver Island-- where there are “no crowds, no traffic; just good birding.”

Ice Fishing Tournament

on Lake Geneserath

Free Fishing Weekend is the perfect time to have an ice fishing tournament on Lake Generserath. The turnout was good this year, and the weather cooperated with the freezing that took place just before the tournament began. The first place in the Walleye division was won by Turner Jones with a 3 pound 11 ounce fish. First place in the pike division was won by Brian Kubish with a fifteen poiunt 10 ounce pike. Second place in the pike division was won by Becca Foli with a 3 pound 12 ounce pike. EmmaLee Antkoviak won the second place in the kid's division with Sophie McDonough winning first place.

(pictures sent by Levi Connor)

Turner with his walleye

Brian's first, Becca's second place

Nice and warm roasting marshmallows

EmmaLee second place

Terror in the Suburbs 1992

Beaver Island Community Players

Historical recording of this play at the Holy Cross Parish Hall is the reason that these events should be recorded for the historical reasons of showing those that were on the island and working to provide entertainment for the community in this period of time.

View video of performance HERE

Billy Bennett Interviewed by Robert Cole

This is a continuation of the oral history project that Robert Cole did for the Beaver Island Historical Society. This interview took place in December of 2003. This interview includes memories of island people.

View the video HERE

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 23, 2018

Cloudy skies this morning and we are under a Winter Weather Advisory until 11:00 this morning. In the meantime, it's 30°, feels like 17°, humidity is at 80%, wind is from the east at 14 mph, pressure is at 30.08 inches, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Rain with possible snow and freezing rain in the morning, then rain likely in the afternoon. Areas of fog through the day. Highs in the upper 30s. Southeast winds 5 to 10 mph shifting to the southwest 10 to 15 mph in the afternoon. Gusts up to 25 mph.
TONIGHT: Mostly cloudy with a 20% chance of rain showers in the evening then partly cloudy after midnight. Lows in the lower 20s. West winds 10 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph shifting to the northwest after midnight.

ON THIS DATE of February 23, 1940, folk singer Woody Guthrie writes one of his best-known songs, “This Land is Your Land.”

Born in Okemah, Oklahoma, in 1912, Guthrie lived and wrote of the real West, a place of hard-working people and harsh environments rather than romantic cowboys and explorers. Though he was a son of a successful politician and businessman, during his early teens his mother fell ill and the family split apart. For several years, Guthrie spent his summers working as a migrant agricultural laborer. When he was 15, he left home to travel the country by freight train. Among his meager possessions were a guitar and harmonica. Guthrie discovered an eager audience among the hobos and migrant workers for the country-folk songs he had learned in Oklahoma.

In 1937, he traveled to California where he hoped to become a successful western singer. He appeared on several West Coast radio shows, mostly performing traditional folk songs. Soon, though, he began to perform his own pieces based on his experiences living among the vast armies of the poor and dispossessed created by the Great Depression. While in California he also came into contact with the Communist Party and became increasingly sympathetic to its causes. Many of his songs reflected a strong commitment to the common working people, and he became something of a musical spokesman for populist sentiments.

“This Land is Your Land,” reflected not only Guthrie’s support for the common folk, but also his deep love for his country. The verse celebrated the beauty and grandeur of America while the chorus drove home the populist sentiment that the nation belonged to all the people, not merely the rich and powerful. Probably the most famous of his more than 1,000 songs, “This Land is Your Land” was also one of his last. Later that year Guthrie moved to New York where his career was soon after interrupted by World War II. After serving in the Merchant Marines, he returned to New York, where he continued to perform and record his old material, but he never matched his earlier prolific output.

Guthrie’s career was cut short in 1954, when he was struck with Huntington’s Disease, a degenerative illness of the nervous system that had killed his mother. His later years were spent in a New York hospital where he received visitors like the adoring young Bob Dylan, who copied much of his early style from Guthrie. Guthrie died in 1967, having lived long enough to see his music inspire a whole new generation and “This Land is Your Land” become a rallying song for the Civil Rights movement.

"This land is your land, this land is my land
From the California to the New York island
From the Redwood Forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
And saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me
I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me , a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
When the sun comes shining, then I was strolling
In the wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling
The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land and this land is my land
From the California to the New York island
From the Redwood Forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
When the sun comes shining, then I was strolling
In wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling
The voice come chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me"

DID YOU KNOW THAT It is physically impossible for pigs to look up into the sky.

WORD OF THE DAY: Rasputin (ra-SPYOO-tin) which means any person who exercises great but insidious influence. Grigori Efimovich Rasputin (c1871-1916) was a Russian peasant and self-proclaimed mystic and holy man (he had no official position in the Russian Orthodox Church). By 1904 Rasputin was popular among the high society of St. Petersburg, and in 1906 he became the healer of Alexei Nikolaevich Romanov, heir to the Russian throne and the hemophiliac son of Czar Nicholas II and his wife, Czarina Alexandra Feodorovna (a granddaughter of Queen Victoria and a carrier of hemophilia). In December 1916 Rasputin was murdered by Russian noblemen because of his influence over Czar Nicholas and the czarina.

Peaine Township Seeks Planning Commission and ESA Letters of Interest

Peaine Township
Planning Commission


The Peaine Township Board is soliciting letters of interest from individuals willing to serve on the Township’s Planning Commission.

Applicants should submit their letter of interest to:

William Kohls
Peaine Township Supervisor
P.O. Box 26
Beaver Island MI 49782

Letters of interest may also be submitted via email to peainetownship@gmail.com.

Letters of interest must be received by March 9, 2018.

For additional information contact Peaine Township Supervisor, William Kohls at 616.540.1752 or at peainetownship@gmail.com.

Peaine Township
* * * * *
Beaver Island Emergency Services Authority


The Peaine Township Board is soliciting letters of interest from individuals willing to serve on the board of the Beaver Island Emergency Services Authority.

Applicants should submit their letter of interest to:

William Kohls
Peaine Township Supervisor
P.O. Box 26
Beaver Island MI 49782

Letters of interest may also be submitted via email to peainetownship@gmail.com

Letters of interest must be received by March 9, 2018.

For additional information contact Peaine Township Supervisor, William Kohls at 616.540.1752 or at peainetownship@gmail.com.

Richie Napont's Obituary

Richie Napont's Obituary...
Richard Simon Napont 75 walked on in Petoskey Michigan February 16 with his wife of 28 years, Sandra by his side, and surrounded by his loving family.

Richie was born June 30, 1942 to Bernard and Agnes (Nanigaw) Napont of St. James Beaver Island Michigan.

In 1959 he moved to Manistique Michigan and was a Golden Glove boxer, winning a trophy and becoming the runner-up in the 1961 Golden Glove championship.

In 1963 Richie voluntarily joined the United States Army and proudly served his country for four years. He was honorably discharged in 1967.

He was a proud member of the Grand Traverse Band of Ottawa and Chippewa Indians. He followed the traditions of his grandfathers, he was a fisherman and was one of the first fishermen to hold a tribal commercial fishing license in the Grand Traverse Band. He worked hard fishing and was a good provider for his family. The name Napont derived from Native words mean fishing on ice.

Richie's wife, his sons, daughter and grandchildren were the joy of his life and he treasured them above all. Richie was a generous man, kind and giving by nature, he gave to others his whole life. He had a gentle spirit and a quiet strength that drew others to him. Family was important to him, he had a rich family heritage. His Grandfather George and Grandmother Hattie Mixinni Nanigaw helped raise him.

In 1990 Richie met his wife Sandra in Cross Village, his love for her was deep and abiding, he was a good husband , faithful and loyal. He liked simple pleasures: going to watch the Emerald Isle depart for Beaver Island and watch it's return to Charlevoix, picnics at Spirit Lake, listening to country music and Beaver Island music, watching favorite movies and spending time with the littlest grandchild. Richie was always busy and loved working outdoors, generously giving his time cutting grass, working in gardens, bringing beauty to our surroundings.

Though we are sad and miss Richie he wants us to remember him through smiles. Richie is survived by his wife Sandra,; Sons: Tony( Bea), Craig(Chrissy), Brian(Patty), Nicholas. A daughter Chelsea(Terrance). Grandchildren: Zachary, Xander, Brett, Maggie and Elijah. Greatgrandchildren: Maddie and Jackson. Aunties: Mary Keshick and Irene Big Eagle. Brothers: Cllifford and Melvin(Alvina), Sisters: Maryann Bolton, Rita Blacklock, Marilyn Napont, numerous brothers-in-law and sisters-in-law, many nieces, nephews and cousins, and Spunky cat.

He was preceded by: his beloved Mother and father, his brother Ralph, his infant brother Norman. His grandparents, George and Hattie Mixinni Nanigaw, and Grandmother Agatha Shields. His father-in-law and mother-in-law Joe and Audrey Keller.

A sacred fire was lit on Friday to light the path for him on his four day journey on the West Road. Greg Petoskey was Firekeeper and other family members helped tend the fire. Family and friends came to the fire to pay their respects. A mass was celebrated at St. Mary's Catholic Church in Charlevoix on February 19 at 1 pm, Father Dennis Stilwell officiated. His service was conducted with full military honors. Niece Pam Cloud read the poem, I am free. Mortensen's Winchester Chapel assisted the family. A burial service is being planned for later on and will be announced. After the service family and friends gathered at the Grand Traverse Tribal Center in East Jordan for a wonderful feast, a beautiful Native prayer and drumming and singing by Raymond and Leroy Shenoskey.

How I Met "Chief"

by Mike Moore

How I met "Chief."

No, not fire chief, or police chief. Just Chief. It said so right on his tackle box.

I was at CMU, and discovered a great park about 20 minutes from town called Deerfield. There were lots of trails and whatnot, but what I really liked was the fishing.

There was a relatively large fishing platform that went out over the Chippewa River. By the way, that river and the giant sentinels of trees that guard it... Just a magical place that I bet tens of thousands of the students there never explore.

Mt Pleasant. Never saw anything even approaching a hill there, let alone a mount. I never really even thought it was all that pleasant- especially in the summer.

But the rivers and streams made up for it.

Anyway, I was at that fishing platform every evening I could, often with my fishing buddy Ed. Now, it was a good thing Ed was there, or NOBODY would believe what happened.

I was broke (a habit of mine), so I only had a hand line that belonged to a great great uncle, I think. I'd save up for gas money and a styrofoam container of worms.

So, Ed might tell you different, but often I'd outfish folks with their fancy poles. It was fun to pull the fish in by hand and grin while other folks swatted the air with their hundred dollar poles.

Well, one particular night, Ed and I were fishing, and we heard that rumble of a car stereo. You know that lower intestinal thud that rattles the trunk of people's cars?

This was a super thumper.

We looked back toward the sound, and saw a black camaro with neon purple black lights underneath the carriage. The rig, completely out of place in a river park 20 miles from town, pulled in and parked.

We thought about what type of person would drive that thing. We thought about what type of person would drive that type of thing out here to the middle of the middle of nowhere.

We saw a guy get out with a fishing pole. We looked at each other and shrugged.

Well, this guy walks up. He's big. Like the tailor that measures his chest had to go in the back room to get another tape to measure with.

He sets down his tackle box and starts fishing. There in bright red letters was the word, "CHIEF."

Ed and I notice these type of things- especially when you pull up in a souped up camaro at 9pm in the middle of nowhere.

We all are fishing. Well, I'm fishing. Those two are dumbfounded that I'm catching every guppy with a little handline.

Eventually we introduce each other. This guy's name is... yep, you guessed it. He was definitely Native, but neither of us ever got a straight answer as to whether he was actually Chief of the tribe or a band, or anything.

It seemed rude to ask- I mean, if you ask, and he's not, then maybe he's cross because he should be, or why should it matter? If you ask and he is, maybe he's cross because why should it matter, or isn't it obvious?

Anyhow, it was left a mystery to this very day.

Chief started asking why I was using this hand line. I was honest, and told him that I was broke- but that I caught more fish than anybody this way, so it was all good.

It wasn't all good with Chief.

He told me to come with him to his car. I was a bit nervy about this. It's dark, this stranger could squish me like a bug, and who drives a souped up camaro to a fishing hole?

Chief asked Ed to watch his line, so I figured it'd be ok. If I got murdered, Ed would hear the screams, etc.

Well, I walk back to Chief's car, and he opens the trunk.

The entire inside is lit up with black lights. He pulls put a pole and hands it to me.

I try to give it back- I don't want to accidentally break his pole.

No, take this.


You wanna argue with a large stranger whose face is underlit with black lights at 9:30pm, 20 miles from town?

So I borrow the pole. We fish. It was a great time.

Eventually, it was time to go home.

I thank Chief, and try to hand him the pole.

"No, you take it. I'll get it back from you later."

"Are you sure? I don't want to have you need it, and me not be around."

"I'll find you on the river."

We saw Chief a few more times there. He was a fun guy to fish with.

Each time, I'd offer the pole.

"I'll find you on the river."

I found him fishing downstream about 6 months later.

"Got anything?"

"Just river chubs, you?"

"Same. Want your pole back? I'll be moving away soon."

"I'll find you on the river."

I moved away to the Traverse City area for 3 years. I came back to CMU for my first masters.

One day, about 2 years after that, we were moving away from Mt. Pleasant again.

Cable and internet were unhooked, moving truck would be at the house the next day. I needed something to do. Time to go fishing.

I fished a new spot of river. Guess who was there?

"Hey Chief, been a long time. Catching anything?"

"Almost had a pike. You?"

"Just those river chubs- hey, I'm moving again. Did you want your pole back?"

"I'll find you on the river."

So, 14 years later, and 2000 miles away, Chief's pole sits with the rest of my fishing gear in the garage.

Since last seeing him, that pole has caught snapper in the keys, Dogfish shark in Puget Sound, lots of trout, and one Houdini steelhead up north that smacked me on the face before escaping.

A few times I've wondered if Chief was real- another reason I was glad that Ed was there at the beginning. He was real- I have the pole.

It's silly, but in a very sentimental way, I hope that I see him again one of these days.

Somewhere between a ridiculous story and something spiritual I met a man who moved between the world of neon and nightcrawler.

I'm ok seeing him at one of my local rivers- that would be awesome. I'm ok seeing him at the celestial river too. We tend to meet at one of those places.

I hope he's on the fish. Megwitch, Chief.

I'll see you on the river.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 22, 2018

We're taking off a bit later this morning for doctor appointments this afternoon and the dreaded PET scan and thyroid biopsy tomorrow morning. In the meantime, it's 21°, feels like 16°, wind is from the SSE at 4 mph, humidity is at 81%, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: mostly cloudy. HIghs in the lower 30s. East wind at 10 mph.
TONIGHT: Mostly cloudy. A 40% chance of snow after midnight. Lows in the mid 20s. Southeast winds 5 to 15 mph. Gusts up to 25 mph after midnight.

ON THIS DATE of February 22, 1980, in one of the most dramatic upsets in Olympic history, the underdog U.S. hockey team, made up of college players, defeats the four-time defending gold-medal winning Soviet team at the XIII Olympic Winter Games in Lake Placid, New York. The Soviet squad, previously regarded as the finest in the world, fell to the youthful American team 4-3 before a frenzied crowd of 10,000 spectators. Two days later, the Americans defeated Finland 4-2 to clinch the hockey gold.

The Soviet team had captured the previous four Olympic hockey golds, going back to 1964, and had not lost an Olympic hockey game since 1968. Three days before the Lake Placid Games began, the Soviets routed the U.S. team 10-3 in an exhibition game at Madison Square Garden in New York City. The Americans looked scrappy, but few blamed them for it–their average age, after all, was only 22, and their team captain, Mike Eruzione, was recruited from the obscurity of the Toledo Blades of the International League.

Few had high hopes for the seventh-seeded U.S. team entering the Olympic tournament, but the team soon silenced its detractors, making it through the opening round of play undefeated, with four victories and one tie, thus advancing to the four-team medal round. The Soviets, however, were seeded No. 1 and as expected went undefeated, with five victories in the first round.

On Friday afternoon, February 22, the American amateurs and the Soviet dream team met before a sold-out crowd at Lake Placid. The Soviets broke through first, with their new young star, Valery Krotov, deflecting a slap shot beyond American goalie Jim Craig’s reach in the first period. Midway through the period, Buzz Schneider, the only American who had previously been an Olympian, answered the Soviet goal with a high shot over the shoulder of Vladislav Tretiak, the Soviet goalie.

The relentless Soviet attack continued as the period progressed, with Sergei Makarov giving his team a 2-1 lead. With just a few seconds left in the first period, American Ken Morrow shot the puck down the ice in desperation. Mark Johnson picked it up and sent it into the Soviet goal with one second remaining. After a brief Soviet protest, the goal was deemed good, and the game was tied.

In the second period, the irritated Soviets came out with a new goalie, Vladimir Myshkin, and turned up the attack. The Soviets dominated play in the second period, outshooting the United States 12-2, and taking a 3-2 lead with a goal by Alesandr Maltsev just over two minutes into the period. If not for several remarkable saves by Jim Craig, the Soviet lead would surely have been higher than 3-2 as the third and final 20-minute period began.

Nearly nine minutes into the period, Johnson took advantage of a Soviet penalty and knocked home a wild shot by David Silk to tie the contest again at 3-3. About a minute and a half later, Mike Eruzione, whose last name means “eruption” in Italian, picked up a loose puck in the Soviet zone and slammed it past Myshkin with a 25-foot wrist shot. For the first time in the game, the Americans had the lead, and the crowd erupted in celebration.

There were still 10 minutes of play to go, but the Americans held on, with Craig making a few more fabulous saves. With five seconds remaining, the Americans finally managed to get the puck out of their zone, and the crowd began counting down the final seconds. When the final horn sounded, the players, coaches, and team officials poured onto the ice in raucous celebration. The Soviet players, as awestruck as everyone else, waited patiently to shake their opponents’ hands.

The so-called Miracle on Ice was more than just an Olympic upset; to many Americans, it was an ideological victory in the Cold War as meaningful as the Berlin Airlift or the Apollo moon landing. The upset came at an auspicious time: President Jimmy Carter had just announced that the United States was going to boycott the 1980 Summer Games in Moscow because of the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, and Americans, faced with a major recession and the Iran hostage crisis, were in dire need of something to celebrate. After the game, President Carter called the players to congratulate them, and millions of Americans spent that Friday night in revelry over the triumph of “our boys” over the Russian pros.

As the U.S. team demonstrated in their victory over Finland two days later, it was disparaging to call the U.S. team amateurs. Three-quarters of the squad were top college players who were on their way to the National Hockey League (NHL), and coach Herb Brooks had trained the team long and hard in a manner that would have made the most authoritative Soviet coach proud. The 1980 U.S. hockey team was probably the best-conditioned American Olympic hockey team of all time–the result of countless hours running skating exercises in preparation for Lake Placid. In their play, the U.S. players adopted passing techniques developed by the Soviets for the larger international hockey rinks, while preserving the rough checking style that was known to throw the Soviets off-guard. It was these factors, combined with an exceptional afternoon of play by Craig, Johnson, Eruzione, and others, that resulted in the miracle at Lake Placid.

This improbable victory was later memorialized in a 2004 film, Miracle, starring Kurt Russell.

DID YOU KNOW THAT Guinness Book of Records holds the record for being the book most often stolen from Public Libraries?

WORD OF THE DAY: gerent (JEER-uh nt) which means one that rules or manages. Latin gerent- (stem of gerēns), present participle of gerere to bear, conduct, manage, equivalent to ger- bear + -ent- -ent. First Known Use: 1576

Beaver Island Municipal Dock Seasonal Slip Availability

Beaver Island Municipal Dock Seasonal Slip Availability

Notice: one seasonal slip available for the 2018 boating season.
According to township policy, if the prior year seasonal user does not confirm their intent to retain the slip for the upcoming season, notice will be given of seasonal vacancy.

Interested parties will have until March 15 to register their interest in a seasonal slip rental. A random lottery format will be used to select the seasonal boater for the upcoming season; this will be done by March 30th.

The harbormaster shall maintain a list of persons who are interested in seeking a seasonal slip. The list will be generated annually.
The Seasonal Slip Annual Interest Application and the full Policy can be picked up at the St James Township Governmental Center 37830 King’s Highway or downloaded from the St James Township website, or by clicking here.

The Beaver Island Water Trail

The Beaver Island Water Trail is active.  Check out the paddling guide.

Water Trail website HERE

See paddling guide HERE

Dominican Sisters' Interviews

As part of the oral history project, Robert Cole took a trip down to the Dominican Sisters' home down in Grand Rapids. All of the Dominicans shown here had been teachers here on Beaver Island. This public school was taught by the Dominicans for many years including several different locations. You can hear them speak about their experiences and tell a story or two in this interview. This took place in August 2003.

View video of the interview HERE

Sister Agnes Claire Interview

This is a continuation of the project begun by Robert Cole for the Beaver Island Historical Society. This interview took place in August of 2003 at the home of the Dominican sisters in Grand Rapids. This is fascinating insight into the world of Beaver Island and its history of schools on the island.

View the interview HERE

My Teenage Luck With the Ladies

by Mike Moore

My teenage luck with the ladies.

Things were different then. I had hair. The money I earned went to clothes and cheap sunglasses.

Then, I discovered the $1 bag deal at the resale shop. All the clothes you could fit into a paper sack for a buck. That meant I could use clothes money to buy onion rings and soda pop. I'd even have quarters to spare for video games.


Tourist girls.

My first great adventure came one evening at the ferry dock. Back then, there wasn't a big fence- the thought of political boodling violence hadn't hit the scene yet. You could walk right out, and sit at the edge of the dock.

I know, crazy, right?

Me and a buddy did just that when a couple of older girls came by and sat by us. Maybe 3 or 4 years older.

Really long tanned legs. Went on for miles.

Heart a-racing, we exchanged small talk and were having a good time. Then, the girl nearest to me shocked us all.

"Let's go skinny dipping."

The only sound you could hear was two adolescent boys eyes popping wide. There was an awkward anticipation in the air.

My buddy and I were agreeable to the offer, but also skeptical.

This could end with us naked in Lake Michigan while our clothes scampered off with two giggling ladies.

As we were negotiating how this epic event might transpire, my watch beeped.

I had begun setting my watch alarm so that I would have just enough time to be home at curfew.

What is I just pedaled faster? I can pedal faster...

The negotiations continued in most flirtatious fashion until the breaking point.

I could believe this fantastic dream was true, and blow off curfew- resulting in my grounding for weeks. Or, I could go home and leave the question unanswered.

There had to be another way!

The girls had a car. Totally jealous of my buddy, who had a much later curfew, we resolved that they would all pick me up in an hour. That would give me time to feign fatigue, get to bed, and sneak out- to find the answers to these burning questions.

I had to pedal hard. I made curfew right on the dot. Suddenly, I was very tired. Then, my room was too hot- I needed a fan.

Fans are noisy.

I laid still in my bed for 50 minutes. Parents must be asleep.

Footsteps. The sound of urination.

Go to sleep!

Like a wraith, I slipped out the back door five minutes after the last tinkle. I hid in the tall grass watching for cars.

Two passed, none stopped.

I waited another 45 minutes, and walked the dirt road just in case before sneaking home defeated.

The next morning, I inquired of this to my buddy. He said the girls just left.

They were after our clothes.

Darn sexy second hand plaid golf pants!

That resale shop should have warnings posted.

The next great event happened while camping with a different friend.

Why camping?

No curfew, of course.

Still, I had to be careful. My dad liked to volunteer and ride with the deputy. Cruel it was.

There were two girls in a campsite down the way. Those two wouldn't give us the time of day- and compared to the models at the boat dock, that didn't add up.

So, we quit trying. We traipsed down some trails to town where my buddy had a stash of... Dr. Pepper. All us kids were crazy about that soda pop....

It was actually a garbage sack of every can of off brand known to man. It came in two flavors: warm, and nasty.

We were glad to have it. Like a couple of Santa's deranged elves, we slung the sack over our back and made it back to camp taking the trails away from the main road.

Well, there's only so much of this warm liquid a teenager can stomach, and so eventually we hit the tent.

We weren't in 10 minutes when the girls started tossing pine cones at our tent.

What a weird way to flirt?

These girls were crazy- not hardly say a word to you all day, and then woo you at midnight by tossing crap at your tent.

We decided that they were just our kind of crazy.

We opened the door to say hello, but they were gone.

"Playing tricks on us." said my buddy.

It was all part of the game.

We hollered to invite them, but got no response.

Then, they started running their nails on the tent wall while we were inside.

We'd unzip the tent, and find no-one.

This turned our interest to frustration.

We'd wait breathless, hand on the zipper to discover these temptresses in the act.

I nominated myself to the task for one final attempt.

One hand on the zipper, the other on a flashlight.

I flung the tent door open, and rushed outside.

There, several racoons were running through the forest with our marshmallows and hot dogs.

Marshmallows spilling out on the forest floor.

One paused the give me the finger. At least that's what it looked like.

So, while reflecting on these endeavors now that I'm older, I've learned some important lessons.

First, be careful with resale golf pants- you may not realize how hot you look.

Second, if they're crazy enough to come scratching at your tent after midnight, it might not end the way you hoped.

Girls are just hard to understand.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 21, 2018

Keep your eyes peeled for another Mike Moore tale in a bit. Meanwhile, 2,000 miles away, in the middle of northern Lake Michigan, it's cloudy skies, 23°, feels like 12°, humidity is at 74%, wind is at 10 mph from the NW, pressure is 30.32, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Partly sunny. HIghs in the mid 20s. Northwest winds 5 to 15 mph.
TONIGHT: Mostly clear. Lows around 12°. Light winds.

ON THIS DATE of February 21, 1828, the first printing press designed to use the newly invented Cherokee alphabet arrives at New Echota, Georgia.

The General Council of the Cherokee Nation had purchased the press with the goal of producing a Cherokee-language newspaper. The press itself, however, would have been useless had it not been for the extraordinary work of a young Cherokee named Sequoyah, who invented a Cherokee alphabet.

As a young man, Sequoyah had joined the Cherokee volunteers who fought under Andrew Jackson against the British in the War of 1812. In dealing with the Anglo soldiers and settlers, he became intrigued by their “talking leaves”-printed books that he realized somehow recorded human speech. In a brilliant leap of logic, Sequoyah comprehended the basic nature of symbolic representation of sounds and in 1809 began working on a similar system for the Cherokee language.

Ridiculed and misunderstood by most of the Cherokee, Sequoyah made slow progress until he came up with the idea of representing each syllable in the language with a separate written character. By 1821, he had perfected his syllabary of 86 characters, a system that could be mastered in less than week. After obtaining the official endorsement of the Cherokee leadership, Sequoyah’s invention was soon adopted throughout the Cherokee nation. When the Cherokee-language printing press arrived on this day in 1828, the lead type was based on Sequoyah’s syllabary. Within months, the first Indian language newspaper in history appeared in New Echota, Georgia. It was called the Cherokee Phoenix.

One of the so-called “five civilized tribes” native to the American Southeast, the Cherokee had long embraced the United States’ program of “civilizing” Indians in the years after the Revolutionary War. In the minds of Americans, Sequoyah’s syllabary further demonstrated the Cherokee desire to modernize and fit into the dominant Anglo world. The Cherokee used their new press to print a bilingual version of republican constitution, and they took many other steps to assimilate Anglo culture and practice while still preserving some aspects of their traditional language and beliefs.

Sadly, despite the Cherokee’s sincere efforts to cooperate and assimilate with the Anglo-Americans, their accomplishments did not protect them from the demands of land-hungry Americans. Repeatedly pushed westward in order to make room for Anglo settlers, the Cherokee lost more than 4,000 of their people (nearly a quarter of the nation) in the 1838-39 winter migration to Oklahoma that later became known as the Trail of Tears. Nonetheless, the Cherokee people survived as a nation in their new home, thanks in part to the presence of the unifying written language created by Sequoyah.

In recognition of his service, the Cherokee Nation voted Sequoyah an annual allowance in 1841. He died two years later on his farm in Oklahoma. Today, his memory is also preserved in the scientific name for the giant California redwood tree, Sequoia.

DID YOU KNOW THAT ketchup, the most widely used condiment across the world, was sold as a medicine in early 1830s. Up until late 1800s, tomato was considered poisonous and ketchup was made of a variety of ingredients like grapes, mushrooms and berries – but no tomato. In 1834, ketchup was sold as a cure for indigestion by an Ohio physician named John Cook. Tomato ketchup was popularized as a condiment commercially in the late 1800's and today Americans purchases 10 billion ounces of ketchup annually.

WORD OF THE DAY: epigrammatic (ep-i-gruh-MAT-ik) which means terse and ingenious in expression. In Greek epígramma means “inscription, commemorative or memorial inscription, short poem, written estimate of or demand for damages.” Probably the most famous epigram is that attributed to Simonides of Ceos (c566 b.c.–c468 b.c.) for the Spartans who fell at Thermoplylae (480 b.c.): “Stranger, report to the Spartans that we lie here in obedience to their orders,” which is spartan in its terseness. Epigrammatic entered English in the early 18th century.

Putting Off

by Cindy Ricksgers

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 20, 2018

Lots, and lots, of schools closed today due to the ice, including Beaver Island. If you do have to be out driving, please be very careful! We have a fabulous road crew, but they have no control over Mother Nature drooling freezing rain. We are still under a Winter Weather Advisory. Again, if you do have to be out, PLEASE be very careful!

Right now it's 30°, feels like 20°, wind is from the east at 13 mph with gusts to 18 mph, humidity is at 97%, pressure is at 29.82 inches, and visibility is 3 miles. It's a good day to snuggle down with a good book and maybe hit $2 Tuesday if the ice melts.
TODAY: Rain with light freezing rain likely. Patchy fog in the morning. Areas of fog in the afternoon. Ice accumulation of less than one quarter of an inch. Highs int he lower 40s. East winds 5 to 15 mph shifting to the south 5 to 10 mph in the afternoon. Gusts up to 35 mph.
TONIGHT: Rain in the evening then a slight chance of rain and patchy freezing drizzle after midnight. Patchy fog through the night. Lows in the lower 20s. Northwest winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph.

ON THIS DATE of February 20, 1977, an episode of the hit TV sitcom "Seinfield" titled "The Pothole" airs for the first time; it includes a story line in which the character Kramer adopts a stretch of the fictional Arthur Burghardt Expressway through the real-life Adopt-a-Highway program.

The roots of the Adopt-a-Highway program date back to 1984, when James Evans, an engineer for the Texas Department of Transportation, noticed litter blowing out of the back of a pickup truck he was driving behind in Tyler, Texas. Concerned about the growing cost to the government of keeping roadways clean, Evans soon began asking community groups to volunteer to pick up trash along sections of local highways they could “adopt.” Though Evans got no takers for his idea, Billy Black, the public information officer for the Tyler District of the Texas Department of Transportation, took up the cause and organized the first official Adopt-a-Highway program, which included training and equipment for volunteers. The first group to participate in the program was the Tyler Civitan Club, and on March 9, 1985, a sign was erected to indicate that the group had adopted a two-mile stretch along Texas’s Highway 69. Similar signs began popping up in the area as other groups volunteered to beautify their own stretches of highway. The program eventually spread to thousands of towns and cities across the U.S. and to such countries as Canada, Japan and New Zealand.

Businesses, schools and churches are among the main organizations to participate in the Adopt-a-Highway program (also known in some places as Sponsor-a-Highway). Over the years, however, some controversial groups, including the Ku Klux Klan, have tried to become involved—and thereby receive signs along highways acknowledging their effort. After the state of Missouri rejected a Ku Klux Klan group’s application to join the program, the white supremacist organization charged in court that its free-speech rights had been violated. In 2005, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that Missouri couldn’t prevent the KKK from participating in the Adopt-a-Highway program as long as the group’s members picked up litter.

As for Kramer (played by Michael Richards) on “Seinfeld,” his efforts to clean up the one-mile stretch of roadway he adopted because he was upset about failing highway infrastructure, quickly went awry. First, he repaints the highway, turning it from four lanes into two, which creates chaos among drivers. He then tries to change it back to two lanes and in the process spills paint thinner on the pavement. A mail truck driven by the character Newman (Wayne Knight) generates sparks that ignite with the paint thinner, causing his truck to catch fire.

DID YOU KNOW THAT of all the words in the English language, the word “set” has the most definitions. The word “run” comes in close second.

WORD OF THE DAY: thewless (THYOO-lis) which means lacking in mental or moral vigor; weak, spiritless, or timid. First recorded in 1300-50, from Middle English thewless, theweles, from Old English þēawlēas, equivalent to thew (“strength; virtue; vigour”) +‎ -less. Cognate with Scots thowless.

Heading Home from Escanaba

View a small gallery of pictures HERE


Select Photos from Hannahville NLL Tournament

The Beaver Island contingent

Lady Islanders Play

Spectators of Note

Islanders versus Mackinac Island

Facebook Live

Islanders win!

Hannahville Ladies Win Championship Game

Islanders versus Maplewood in Championship Game


Islanders take second place at the tournament!

Way to Go, Islanders!

Maplewood wins!

Photos from Hannahville NLL Tournament

View a full gallery of pictures HERE

Video of the Northern Lights League Tournament

February 16th and 17th, 2018

Watch the Lady Islanders in their game HERE

Watch the Islanders versus Mackinac Island HERE

Watch the 2nd Half of Ladies' Championship Game HERE

Watxh the Islanders in the Championship Game HERE

Spectators and Students Flying to Escanaba

for Northern Lights League Basketbal Tournament

Beaver Island News on the 'Net Editor Joe Moore was invited to fly with the spectators; parents, grandparents, and others; to go to the Northern Lights League Basketball Tournament in Hannaville at the Hannaville Indian School. It was a fascinating adventure, and each piece will be presented as each is processed. This may have become normal for some of the students and parents, but it was certainly not normal for this editor. Open water was evident from the air, interesting ice formations and completely unusual shapes were viewed from the aircraft, the Britten Norman Islander.

The two airplanes arrived in Escanaba, and the spectators unloaded their luggage, and then entered the terminal to await the basketball teams and their coaches on a return flight. The welcoming committee included Lori Taylor-Blitz, our Beaver Island Historical Society director. we waited until the planes returned to the island, picked up the students, and flew back to Excanaba with them. We noted that this airport had a secure area with the TSA and a Delta flight area also.

The airport at Escanaba.

The spectators await the students arrival.

About 90 minutes later, the students arrived, and we all boarded a bus to be taken to Hannahville.

View a little video of the trip and arrival at the Hannahville School HERE

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 19, 2018

We are under a Winter Weather Advisory from 7 pm tonight until Tuesday at 1 pm. This covers Emmet, Cheboygan, Presque Isle and Charlevoix Counties. They are predicting freezing rain mixed with snow and sleet. Total wet snow accumulations of up to one half inch and ice accumulations of up to one tenth of an inch are expected. Just be careful if you have to travel!
It's mostly cloudy this morning, 30°, humidity is at 78%, wind is from the south, pressure is at 29.87 inches, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: MOstly cloudy. Rain showers likely in the afternoon. HIghs in the upper 30s. South winds at 10 mph in the morning becoming light. Chance of showers is 70%.
TONIGHT: Rain showers and a slight chance of light freezing rain in the evening and freezing drizzle after midnight. Patchy fog through the night. Ice accumulation of less than one quarter of an inch. Lows in the lower 30s. East winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 30 mph.

ON THIS DATE of February 19, 1847, the first rescuers reach surviving members of the Donner Party, a group of California-bound emigrants stranded by snow in the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

In the summer of 1846, in the midst of a Western-bound fever sweeping the United States, 89 people–including 31 members of the Donner and Reed families–set out in a wagon train from Springfield, Illinois. After arriving at Fort Bridger, Wyoming, the emigrants decided to avoid the usual route and try a new trail recently blazed by California promoter Lansford Hastings, the so-called “Hastings Cutoff.” After electing George Donner as their captain, the party departed Fort Bridger in mid-July. The shortcut was nothing of the sort: It set the Donner Party back nearly three weeks and cost them much-needed supplies. After suffering great hardships in the Wasatch Mountains, the Great Salt Lake Desert and along the Humboldt River, they finally reached the Sierra Nevada Mountains in early October. Despite the lateness of the season, the emigrants continued to press on, and on October 28 they camped at Truckee Lake, located in the high mountains 21 kilometers northwest of Lake Tahoe. Overnight, an early winter storm blanketed the ground with snow, blocking the mountain pass and trapping the Donner Party.

Most of the group stayed near the lake–now known as Donner Lake–while the Donner family and others made camp six miles away at Alder Creek. Building makeshift tents out of their wagons and killing their oxen for food, they hoped for a thaw that never came. Fifteen of the stronger emigrants, later known as the Forlorn Hope, set out west on snowshoes for Sutter’s Fort near San Francisco on December 16. Three weeks later, after harsh weather and lack of supplies killed several of the expedition and forced the others to resort to cannibalism, seven survivors reached a Native American village.

News of the stranded Donner Party traveled fast to Sutter’s Fort, and a rescue party set out on January 31. Arriving at Donner Lake 20 days later, they found the camp completely snowbound and the surviving emigrants delirious with relief at their arrival. Rescuers fed the starving group as well as they could and then began evacuating them. Three more rescue parties arrived to help, but the return to Sutter’s Fort proved equally harrowing, and the last survivors didn’t reach safety until late April. Of the 89 original members of the Donner Party, only 45 reached California.

DID YOU KNOW THAT a judge of the U.S. District Court for the Eastern District of California dismissed a complaint filed by a woman who said she had purchased "Cap'n Crunch with Crunchberries" because she believed "crunchberries" were real fruit. The plaintiff, Janine Sugawara, alleged that she had only recently learned to her dismay that said "berries" were in fact simply brightly-colored cereal balls, and that although the product did contain some strawberry fruit concentrate, it was not otherwise redeemed by fruit. She sued, on behalf of herself and all similarly situated consumers who also apparently believed that there are fields somewhere in our land thronged by crunchberry bushes.

Cap'n According to the complaint, Sugawara and other consumers were misled not only by the use of the word "berries" in the name, but also by the front of the box, which features the product's namesake, Cap'n Crunch, aggressively "thrusting a spoonful of 'Crunchberries' at the prospective buyer." Plaintiff claimed that this message was reinforced by other marketing representing the product as a "combination of Crunch biscuits and colorful red, purple, teal and green berries." Yet in actuality, the product contained "no berries of any kind." Plaintiff brought claims for fraud, breach of warranty, and our notorious and ever-popular California Unfair Competition Law and Consumer Legal Remedies Act.

WORD OF THE DAY: defeasible (di-FEE-zuh-buhl) which means capable of being revised, defeated, or annulled. From Old French desfaire (to undo or destroy), from Latin dis- (apart, away) + facere (to do). Ultimately from the Indo-European root dhe- (to set or put), which is also the source of do, deed, factory, fashion, face, rectify, defeat, sacrifice, satisfy, Sanskrit sandhi (joining), Urdu purdah (veil or curtain), and Russian duma (council). Earliest documented use: 1586.

Why I Learn Things the Hard Way

by Mike Moore

Why I learn things the hard way...

My mom told me I was dropped as a baby, and got a knock on the head.

She also told me on many occasions that I was discovered under a slimy rock, and that she was going to sell me to the circus.

With no way to corroborate these facts- excepting that I may indeed, in the future, be sold to the circus, I'm left with reflecting on how I became a person who must learn certain things the hard way.

In fairness, my mother suggests that she is always right sometimes, so the slimy rock theory, and the headfirst fall theory, must not be completely abandoned.

In those days, the outdoors held a different appeal than today. In today's world, outdoors is the means by which one might go from one indoor environ to another. By contrast, in those days, outdoors was THE destination. Indoors was the place you were dragged into, pouting, and arguing.

The harbor would freeze. Either a group of kids, a kind-hearted parent, or the great or greater miracle would clear the ice of snow for skating.

By great miracle, I mean of course, someone with a truck with a plow on the front. It would bounce and jiggle down the hill across from the post office, and meander on the ice, clearing snow to form a greater or lesser oval.

The greater miracle was a bit more rare, but yielded near perfect results. The snow would have to be falling dry on newly formed ice. A fresh breeze would swirl the snow away from a frozen aquarium which was perfect for skating.

A kid's feet will grow, and necessitate the borrowing of someone else's skates. I held my Dad's arm, and wobbled to and fro, until landing on my hindquarters.

"Must not be tight enough."

My Dad keeled down and yanked on each section of lace with white knuckles and clenched jaw. Tourniquets below the ankle make the skater more stable.

I skated!

Then, slip. Slip. Arms windmilling. SMACK. The back of my head slammed the ice.

In those days, you treated concussion by forcing the patient to stay awake for an undisclosed period of time. This is difficult with little kids because typically the only way to stop the waterworks is the great reset button: the nap.

Not being allowed the nap causes greater frustration and irony. The nap is normally the enemy of youth, but when denied, propels the cycle of being miserable.

The kid doesn't like it either.

I got to the point where a concussion was only happening every other time I went skating.

Baby steps.

There comes a point when kids want to skate without their parents. The only skates that fit my feet at the time were white figure skates. Now, this was a big deal.

All my buddies had relatively new, shiny, black hockey skates. Figure skates were a social taboo among the boys. Girl's figure skates added a level of teasability that I would not be able to negotiate.

In the midst of arguing my plight, my family brought out a snowmobile helmet.

Now, if it was just my folks, I might have protested more. However, my grandpa and grandma, and Aunt Ruthie were watching my parents lay down the law.

It was an intervention.

"Do you want to skate?"

"Yes, but-"

"If you want to skate, then you will wear the helmet."


Round and round it went.

Eventually, my grandpa got up and left the room. The argument continued, punctuated by a slight thump under the floor.

"Dad must be in the basement."

They snickered a bit.

Grandpa returned, rubbing his head, and carrying an old cardboard box. Inside were hockey skates.

Really really old hockey skates. Like pre-civil war hockey skates.

I tried on a pair, and the leather laces snapped- but at least they fit!

I transferred laces from another ancient pair, and they help together. There was hope!

There was also the helmet.

Besides making you top heavy- and more likely to fall on your head, this thing just made me look... well, it made me look like a kid who wasn't coordinated enough to not fall on his head.

As true as that might be, I couldn't have my pals perpetuate the legend.

Aunt Ruthie brought out a different snowmobile helmet. This one was black.

She made a point about showing me the purple sparkles that glinted when it hit the light.

I was unimpressed.

Then, the idea hit me. I got up with a blank look, and headed to the basement.

"Watch your head..."

I came up wearing a dusty red football helmet. I knocked on my head to demonstrate it's effectiveness.

Everybody looked at grandpa. He shrugged his shoulders.

I had won.

Somebody recommeended keeping the helmet at the top of the stairs to help folks on their descent.

As they laughed, I headed out before they could change their mind.

"Be careful!"

"Wear your helmet!"

I zipped up, and headed to the ice.

I tossed off a boot and sat on it, lacing the first skate artifact on my foot. The laces held, and the leather (likely from a mastadon in the last ice age) held to the block and blade. The same held with the other foot.

I stood, and looked back to the house. I knew they were watching. I put on the football helmet, and went to find the fun.

An hour in, I set the helmet down. I haven't hit my head on the ice since.

So, when I forget your name, or which day is trash day, or the like- just know there is another theory of how that originated.

When the circus comes knocking, and I can't remember why, let them know to give me a helmet. Maybe the sparkles will be more impressive to me then.

Christian Church Bulletin

February 18, 2018

2nd Largest Live Streaming Event

Hannahville Basketball Tournament 2018

Many thanks for the opportunity to make this trip and live stream this tournament! These thanks go out to the Beaver Island Sports Boosters and the BI Community School! Thanks also to Hannahville for the access to their Internet as a backup.

The number of viewers of this particular event from Hannahville Indian School gymnasium was just below the Ordination that took place on Beaver Island this past September. How many views were there for this particular event? There were viewers for this tournament of 280 making 399 visits. For the national scale, this may seem quite small, but for a small school basketball tournament, this is truly amazing. It means that 280 or more people, who were not able.to attend the basketball tournament, were able to watch the basketball tournament from wherever they were, and some watched on both Friday and Saturday.

Three basketball games were live streamed on Friday, and the entire schedule of games were live streamed including the championship games. Sixteen percent of the views were from Mackinac Island. Six percent were from Grand Rapids. Five percent viewed from each of Essexville, Metamora, and Harrisville. Three percent viewed from Traverse City. Ten percent viewed from Beaver Island. These numbers are all based upon the number of unique IP addresses. It is not possible to know how many people might watch from one IP address.

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The 52 Lists for Happiness 8

by Cindy Ricksgers

Richard S. Napont

June 30, 1942 ~ February 16, 2018 (age 75)

Richard S. Napont, age 75, of East Jordan passed away on February 16, 2018, at McLaren Northern Michigan Hospital. 

Funeral mass will be held at 1:00 p.m. on Monday, February 19, 2018, at St. Mary Catholic Church with Fr. Denny Stilwell officiating. Visitation will be from 12:00 until the time of services also at the church. 

A full obituary will be published at a later date. 

Arrangements are being handled by the Winchester Chapel of Mortensen Funeral Homes. Online guestbook at www.mortensenfuneralhomes.com.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 18, 2018

Can't win for losing. Yesterday I didn't wake up until 8:30, today I was wide awake at 5 am. I liked the 8:30 much better. Even the dogs and cats aren't awake yet. At the moment we have partly cloudy skies, 23°, Dew point is around 19° with an average humidity os 73%. Winds ate at 18 mph from the west.
TODAY: Mostly cloudy. A 50% chance of snow in the afternoon. HIghs in the mid 30s. West winds at 10 mph shifting to the south with gusts to around 25 mph in the afternoon.
TONIGHT: Mostly cloudy. A 50% chance of snow and rain in the evening. Lows in the lower 30s. South winds 10 to 15 mph with gusts to around 30 mph.

ON THIS DATE of February 18, 1929 the first Academy Awards were announced.

The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences announces the winners of the first Academy Awards on this day in 1929. It was a far cry from the suspense, glamour and endless press coverage surrounding the Oscars today: The first award recipients’ names were printed on the back page of the academy’s newsletter. A few days later, Variety published the information–on page seven.

Spearheaded by movie mogul Louis B. Mayer, the Academy was organized in May 1927 as a non-profit organization dedicated to the advancement and improvement of the film industry. The first awards went to movies produced in 1927 and 1928. Though the announcements were made in February 1929, the actual awards weren’t given out until May 16, 1929, in a ceremony and banquet held in the Blossom Room of the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. Some 270 people attended the dinner, many paying $5 each for a ticket.

The first Academy Award winners received gold statuettes designed by art director Cedric Gibbons and sculpted by George Stanley. The Academy’s first president, the silent film actor Douglas Fairbanks, handed out the statuettes to the winners, who included Janet Gaynor for Best Actress (for three different films: Seventh Heaven, Street Angel and Sunrise) and the German-born Emil Jannings (The Last Command and The Way of All Flesh) for Best Actor. Frank Borzage and Lewis Milestone both won Best Director awards, for Seventh Heaven and Two Arabian Knights, respectively. Best Picture honors went to Wings, the World War I drama directed by William Wellman.

In the second year of its awards, the Academy changed its policy and began releasing the names of each year’s winners to the press at 11 p.m. on the night of the awards ceremony. This practice ended in 1940 after the Los Angeles Times broke from tradition and published the results in its evening edition, which meant they were revealed before the ceremony. The Academy subsequently instituted a system of sealed envelopes, which remains in use today. The awards weren’t nicknamed “Oscars” until 1931, when a secretary at the Academy noted the statue’s resemblance to her Uncle Oscar, and a journalist printed her remark.

The awards were broadcast on radio until 1953, when the first televised Oscars program aired. Since then, the Academy Awards have become one of the world’s most watched television events, drawing as many as 1 billion viewers worldwide. The comedian Bob Hope presided over the ceremony a total of some 20 times; other hosts have included Will Rogers, Jack Benny, Johnny Carson, Billy Crystal, Whoopi Goldberg, Steve Martin, Chris Rock, Ellen DeGeneres and Jon Stewart.

DID YOU KNOW THAT Coconut water can be used as blood plasma? Genuine intravenous fluids are manufactured to have high sodium and low potassium. Coconut water is not identical to the plasma. Instead, it is closer to the liquid inside the red blood cells, with low sodium and high potassium - the exact opposite. ... However, in an emergency, coconut water can be used.

WORD OF THE DAY: glissade (gli-SAHD) which means 1) a skillful glide over snow or ice in descending a mountain as on skis or a toboggan. 2) dance. a sliding or gliding step. 3) to perform a glasade. The English noun glissade shows its obviously French origin. The French noun means “glide, slide, slip, faux pas” and derives from the verb glisser ”to slip, slide.” The French verb comes from Old French glicier, an alteration of glier “to glide,” a verb of Germanic (Frankish) origin, related to Old English glīdan and Old High German glītan “to glide.” Glissade entered English in the 19th century.

How I Became an Aerial Skier

by Mike Moore

How I became an aerial skier...

The young mind is very interested in determining the gray area that exists between what is possible and impossible. At least mine was.

The winter Olympics that year had an exhibition event. Skiers, without poles would shoot down a hill, hit a ramp, and then do all sorts of flips and twists.

This was amazing.

I had skis.

I never really liked poles.

Destiny was calling.

My skis were 3 foot of yellow plastic, with a piece of leather in the middle. Originally, there was an adjustable strap there, but it had been changed out a generation or two prior. In fact, those skis might have been artifacts of the very first plastic experiments developed by man.

They weren't new.

In fact, the skis weren't really mine at all.

I needed to retrieve them from the basement.

Heading down into the basement became more dangerous the older you got. Right as you made the turn with the stairs, there was a section of drywall or cement that showed a thousand impressions of different people's foreheads.

You needed to duck. If you didn't, the walls collected your creative cursing and dizziness- no doubt keeping a highlight reel. I bet they had awards: Loudest Thump, Most repetitive curses, Slowest use of syllable in a curse-word, and most creative use of animal heredity.

I'm sure that I've gotten at least honorable mention in at least 3 categories.

If someone saw you going downstairs, they'd warn you to watch your head. If you listened, you made it down safe. If not, the person upstairs heard the thump and a little shake in the house.

They'd check on you after they stopped laughing. Win/win.

That day, I ducked.

There was a set of shelves in my grandparents' basement that housed all sorts of winter outdoor gear. It was stuff that we could use with permission- permission was typically granted when when bugged the adults enough.

On these shelves were hockey skates- I believe once worn by Thomas Jefferson. When you picked them up, a spirit of dust wafted upward from the cracked leather. There was an old football that must've been filled with air once. It was stuffed inside a football helmet. Why they made it onto the shelf of winter outdoor gear is anybody's guess.

There was a gorgeous set of snowshoes, varnished to a beautiful sheen, and laced with what looked like sinew. There were really elegant cross country skis, complete with poles and boxes of really ugly shoes that fit the bindings.

Cross country skiing boots make bowling shoes look amazing. They're not even all that functional- unless collecting snow on the sides of your ankles is part of your plan.

I reached past all of this temptation to the yellow skis.

"Not today, poles!"

My Dad was working on something at Aunt Ruthie's, so I headed across the road to begin my aerial training over there.

The hill there was different from the Olympic ones. This was was just steep enough that a beach ball at the top might teeter and consider gravity before rolling, just above a snail's pace, to the bottom.

I strapped in. This was going to be epic.

I started down. No ramp yet. I needed to practice without poles.

At the mind-numbing speed of 3mph, I hit a bush near the bottom of the "hill."

I needed some work with steering.

When I got up, my arm hurt pretty good. There were tears.

I went to my Dad, limping a bit.

"Your arm is hurt? Why are you limping?"

"In the movies, when people hurt their arms, they limp." I figured it helped in some way.

Unfortunately, my goofiness and honesty didn't fully communicate the severity of my injury.

Two weeks later, an x-ray showed a broken arm/wrist.

I was so close to gold. Lesson learned: Don't use an unnecessary limp in your agony of defeat.

My time in the winter Olympics had not yet come."

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 17, 2018

Wow! Did I ever sleep in. I must have needed it but can't remember the last time I was this late in getting myself around. Right now it's 27°, feels like 20°, humidity is at 58%, wind is at 15 mph from the WSW with gusts to 21 mph, pressure is 30.11 inches, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Mostly cloudy. A 20% chance of snow in the afternoon. Patchy blowing snow in the afternoon. Highs in the lower 30s. South winds 5 to 15 mph shifting to the southwest 15 to 20 mph in the afternoon. Gusts up to 40 mph.
TONIGHT: Cloudy with snow likely and a slight chance of light freezing rain in the evening, then partly cloudy with a chance of snow after midnight. Little or no snow accumulation. Lows around 18°. West winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 30 mph.

ON THIS DATE of February 17, 1801 the deadlock over the presidential election ends. After one tie vote in the Electoral College and 35 indecisive ballot votes in the House of Representatives, Vice President Thomas Jefferson is elected the third president of the United States over his running mate, Aaron Burr. The confusing election, which ended just 15 days before a new president was to be inaugurated, exposed major problems in the presidential electoral process set forth by the framers of the U.S. Constitution.

As dictated by Article Two of the Constitution, presidents and vice presidents are elected by “electors,” a group of voters chosen by each state in a manner specified by that state’s legislature. The total number of electors from each state is equal to the number of senators and representatives that state is entitled to in Congress. In the first few presidential elections, these electors were chosen by popular vote, legislative appointment, or a combination of both (by the 1820s, almost all states adopted the practice of choosing electors by popular vote). Each elector voted for two people; at least one of who did not live in their state. The individual receiving the greatest number of votes would be elected president, and the next in line, vice president.

A majority of electors was needed to win election, thus ensuring consensus across states. Because each elector voted twice, it was possible for as many as three candidates to tie with a majority–in which case the House of Representatives was to vote a winner from among the tied candidates. If no majority was achieved in the initial electoral vote, the House was to decide the winner from the top five candidates. In both cases, representatives would not vote individually but by state groups. Each state, no matter what its number of representatives, would be entitled to just one vote, and a majority of these votes was needed to elect a candidate president.

In the nation’s first presidential election, in 1789, George Washington was unanimously elected, and John Adams–his unofficial running mate–came in second in electoral votes, making him vice president. Both men were conservative and favored a strong federal government as established by the Constitution. To balance his Cabinet with a liberal, and thus maintain the widest possible support for the new American government, Washington chose Thomas Jefferson–the idealistic drafter of the Declaration of Independence–as secretary of state.

During Washington’s first administration, Jefferson often came into conflict with Alexander Hamilton, the secretary of the treasury. Jefferson objected to Hamilton’s efforts to strengthen the national government at the expense of the states, and the two men also differed significantly on foreign policy, with Hamilton advocating improved relations with conservative England and Jefferson calling for closer ties with Revolutionary France. Although Washington detested the factional fighting, the disagreements gave rise to the nation’s first political parties: Jefferson’s Democratic-Republicans (the forerunner of the Democratic Party) and Hamilton’s Federalists.

In 1792, Washington was unanimously re-elected president, and Adams was re-elected vice president. Jefferson, his relations with Hamilton greatly deteriorated, resigned as secretary of state in 1793.

In 1796, Jefferson ran for president as the candidate of the Democratic-Republicans, and Adams, as the Federalist candidate. When the results of the election were tallied, it became clear that the nation’s forefathers had failed to properly anticipate the rise of political parties. Adams won the election with 71 votes, but his Federalist running mate, Thomas Pinckney, received only 59 votes, nine less than Thomas Jefferson, who was elected vice president. Jefferson’s running mate, Senator Aaron Burr of New York, received only 30 votes.

As vice president, Jefferson dedicated himself to his constitutional duty of presiding over the Senate and wrote the Manual of Parliamentary Practice, a book of congressional rules. He had little contact with the Adams administration. Meanwhile, tensions rose with France over U.S.-British trade, leading Congress to pass the Alien and Sedition Act, which restricted U.S. citizenship and prohibited public criticism of the president or the government of the United States. Jefferson viewed the acts as the confirmation of the kind of federal tyranny he feared and left Philadelphia for Monticello in 1798 to pen the Kentucky Resolutions in response. He soon returned to the U.S. capital to carry on his duties in the Senate.

In the election of 1800, Jefferson and Burr again took on Adams and Pinckney. By this time, America’s political tide was sweeping away from the conservative Federalists to Jefferson’s more democratic party. In addition, Adams was hampered in his re-election bid by Alexander Hamilton, who advocated the election of Pinckney as president and Adams as vice president. On November 4, the national election was held. When the electoral votes were counted, the Democratic-Federalists emerged with a decisive victory, with Jefferson and Burr each earning 73 votes to Adams’ 65 votes and Pinckney’s 64 votes. John Jay, the governor of New York, received 1 vote.

Because Jefferson and Burr had tied, the election went to the House of Representatives, which began voting on the issue on February 11, 1801. What at first seemed but an electoral technicality–handing Jefferson victory over his running mate–developed into a major constitutional crisis when Federalists in the lame-duck Congress threw their support behind Burr. Jefferson needed a majority of nine states to win, but in the first ballot had only eight states, with Burr winning six states and Maryland and Virginia. Finally, on February 17, a small group of Federalists reasoned that the peaceful transfer of power required that the majority party have its choice as president and voted in Jefferson’s favor. The 35th ballot gave Jefferson victory with 10 votes. Burr received four votes and two states voted blank.

Thomas Jefferson was inaugurated the third president of the United States on March 4. Three years later, the 12th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, providing for the separate election of presidents and vice presidents, was ratified and adopted.

Under Jefferson, the power of the federal government was reduced but never to such a degree that it threatened the unity of the United States. The crowning achievement of his two terms in office was the Louisiana Purchase, an unprecedented executive action in which Jefferson violated his own constitutional scruples in the name of doubling the size of the United States.

Aaron Burr was denied renomination by his party for the office of vice president in February 1804, and George Clinton of New York was chosen in his place. Several months later, Burr challenged his long-time political antagonist Alexander Hamilton to a duel and shot him dead. In 1807, he was put on trial for treason after being accused of plotting to establish an independent republic in the American Southwest. He was acquitted and eventually resumed his law practice in New York.

Thomas Jefferson and John Adams both died on July 4, 1826–the 50th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence. Adams’ last words were “Thomas Jefferson still survives,” though his old political adversary had died a few hours before.

DID YOU KNOW THAT The word “gorilla” is derived from a Greek word meaning, “A tribe of hairy women.” encountered in Hanno's account of his voyage along the coast of Africa (5th century b.c.)

WORD OF THE DAY: objurgate (OB-jer-geyt), uh b-JUR-geyt) which means to reproach or denounce vehemently; upbraid harshly; berate sharply. The English verb objurgate comes from Latin objūrgāt-, the past participle stem of the verb objūrgāre “to reprimand, rebuke.” The Latin verb is composed of the prefix ob- “against,” and the verb jūrgāre or jūrigāre “to rebuke.” Jūrigāre, in turn, is composed of the noun stem jūr- (from jūs “right, law, justice”) and the verb suffix -igāre, from -ig-, a noun derivative of agere “to drive, do,” as in fumigate, litigate, and navigate. Objurgate entered English in the early 17th century.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 16, 2018

Cloudy skies at the moment, 24°, feels like 20°, humidity is at 76%, wind is at 6 mph from the NW, pressure is at 29.99, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Mostly cloudy with a chance of snow showers in the morning, then mostly sunny with isolated snow showers in the afternoon. Highs in the lower 20s. Northwest winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph.
TONIGHT: Mostly clear. Lows around 12°. Southwest winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph.

ON THIS DATE of February 16, 1878, silver dollars are made legal.
Strongly supported by western mining interests and farmers, the Bland-Allison Act—which provided for a return to the minting of silver coins—becomes the law of the land.

The strife and controversy surrounding the coinage of silver is difficult for most modern Americans to understand, but in the late 19th century it was a topic of keen political and economic interest. Today, the value of American money is essentially secured by faith in the stability of the government, but during the 19th century, money was generally backed by actual deposits of silver and gold, the so-called “bimetallic standard.” The U.S. also minted both gold and silver coins.

In 1873, Congress decided to follow the lead of many European nations and cease buying silver and minting silver coins, because silver was relatively scarce and to simplify the monetary system. Exacerbated by a variety of other factors, this led to a financial panic. When the government stopped buying silver, prices naturally dropped, and many owners of primarily western silver mines were hurt. Likewise, farmers and others who carried substantial debt loads attacked the so-called “Crime of ’73.” They believed, somewhat simplistically, that it caused a tighter supply of money, which in turn made it more difficult for them to pay off their debts.

A nationwide drive to return to the bimetallic standard gripped the nation, and many Americans came to place a near mystical faith in the ability of silver to solve their economic difficulties. The leader of the fight to remonetize silver was the Missouri Congressman Richard Bland. Having worked in mining and having witnessed the struggles of small farmers, Bland became a fervent believer in the silver cause, earning him the nickname “Silver Dick.”

With the backing of powerful western mining interests, Bland secured passage of the Bland-Allison Act, which became law on this day in 1878. Although the act did not provide for a return to the old policy of unlimited silver coinage, it did require the U.S. Treasury to resume purchasing silver and minting silver dollars as legal tender. Americans could once again use silver coins as legal tender, and this helped some struggling western mining operations. However, the act had little economic impact, and it failed to satisfy the more radical desires and dreams of the silver backers. The battle over the use of silver and gold continued to occupy Americans well into the 20th

DID YOU KNOW THAT the chance of you dying on the way to get lottery tickets is actually greater than your chance of winning.

WORD OF THE DAY: messan (MES-uh n) which means a lap dog; small pet dog. The English noun messan “small dog, lap dog” comes from Scots Gaelic measan “small dog,” cognate with Irish Gaelic measán, both of which are diminutives of Gaelic mess “favored (one).” Messan entered English in the late 15th century.

The Messes We Uncover

by Mike Moore

The messes we uncover...

My students were in a tech class, and my normal duties send me to a Kindergarten class at that time. Kinder is fun to visit, I suppose. For some people.

Most of those rascals look up to you like you're a superhero, but their ability to manage emotions and fairness is constantly teetering on the edge of tears. They also lack a bit of the personal hygiene skills that older kids tend to employ.

In some ways, it's admirable. I mean, why not wipe your nose on your sleeve? It's right there. Why not discuss your poop? Why not sneeze into the open air, and then use that handy sleeve?

I wish I had their sense of wonder. That stuff is magical.

Well, as much as I love those little buggers, I am eager to help in other ways during this little block of time on Thursdays.

I was just on my way out to the portable where they house those beasties, when I saw a 6th grader at the office. A 6th grader was once a 5th grader, and by time, or adoption, I have claimed them all as my charges.

This young lady left the office, a bit upset. I, of course, intercepted.

I quickly learned that the principal was busy, but some other 6th graders were upset about something- more than "normal."

Realizing (only partially) that my tour of duty to Kindergarten might be delayed, I inquired to the school secretary.

If you've never worked in a school, you wouldn't know. School secretaries are arguably the most talented and influential people in the building. They can truly affect everything.

I bring mine chocolates. You should too. All the ones I've known work harder than anyone else.

"Want me to help get that sorted?" I asked, referring to whatever drama was unfolding.

She smiled. She knows I love those kids. She also knows about my desire to rush out the door to wipe noses.

"Please..." It was one of those things.

I should've known better.

Well, I gathered up all of the suspects, and brought them to my room. I told them that they could get back to class whenever they wanted, but if they wanted, I'd try to help them get this sorted. This wasn't a you're-in-trouble thing.

So, here's the story. A boy gets spit on by a girl at recess. Hit him in the shirt. He spits back, misses the girl who spit first, and hits a second girl right in the face.

The girl who was spit on in the face, tells on the boy. She gets warned not to retaliate. She does anyway, spitting on the boy.

She gets sent to the office.

So, to catch you up here. I've got a boy who was been spit on twice, and spit himself once. I've got a girl who received a load of spit in the face by surprise, and retaliated. I've got a girl who started all the spitting. Finally, I have the girl who realized this was escalating into the classroom, and went to explain/get help. She was worried this might blossom into a worse mess.

I'm usually really good at this type of thing- not the spitting thing, but helping kids cope with different little bits of school effluvia. I tried to help them talk it out.

I got them to talk civilly to each other, which I suppose was monumental in the moment. However, emotions were too high to fully resolve things after 20 minutes.

Eventually, I had to tell them that this was a principal thing. I suppose I was hoping that I could get them to a point where we could all go together, heads hung in embarrassment, but to explain that it was all sorted, and would never ever ever ever happen again.

That was not to be.

We were left with, "You can come to me whenever you need help," and "I gotta go talk to my boss.

Each kid put their chair back carefully on my tables- even though I told them I'd take care of it. (That's adolescent speak for, "Thanks for trying," or maybe just a signal that they would be ok).

On my commute home, I wondered about my decision. A bunch...

Then, I heard, "I believe the children are our future" playing in rich tones of sarcasm in my head.

Finally, I questioned on a cosmic level, why I was in that situation. What was I meant to learn?

Suddenly, I realized that I had just witnessed the perfect allegory of the human condition.

With words. With fists. With spit. We are broken.

More spitting doesn't make it less broken.

We need help sometimes. All the time, really.

I'll likely be helping Kinders in the near future :

Hand sanitizer, baby. It's messy work all over.

The Tale of Two Friends

There were these two guys who were good friends.  One lived in Peaine Township and paid taxes only in that township.  The other lived in St. James Township and paid taxes only in that township.  They are both year round residents.

In 1990, Fred and James were confused about the taxes.  At the time one lived in St. James and the other lived in Peaine.  The Peaine millage was:
Allocated .9712, Airport .7795, Fire  .9712, Operations  3.9960, Roads .9712, Landfill had two millages .5800 and 1.9980, Townhall Operations  .9712

St. James millage was different:
Allocated .7257, Airport .9270, Fire .6025, Operations 3.4024, Roads 1.3904, Landfill had two millages .7385 and .8506, Townhall Operations .5639

This was kind of confusing to both of them.  Obviously, the airport was a joint operation, as was fire, landfill, and airport.  These two took a calculator and added up the joint operations millage and came up with:

Peaine    4.2 mills
St. James 3.1 mills

They both were confused by this, and they both agreed that this didn’t seem right.  Why should the St. James taxpayer not pay the same amount as the Peaine taxpayer?

(From document at Beaver Island District Library)

Read the rest of the story HERE

On the Ice

A spur of the moment walk was in order the other day. The beautiful ice shoves out from Gull Harbor were just too much of a temptation. A short walk was in order, but only one camera was in the car. No matter, the walk was worth it.

The view from shore

A little closer view

Headed back to shore...

Since the ice fishermen on the harbor were removing their ice shanties, it didn't make much sense to challenge Mother Nature and walk all the way out to the ice shoves, but it was worth it to walk a ways out toward them to get a nice picture of them.

Eagle on the Ice

The early morning phone call stated that there were two eagles on the ice. A quick "finish the rollover of the website" was done, and a trip in to see if the eagles were still there followed. By that time, there was still one eagle on the ice. The second one was flying off at that time.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 15, 2018

Currently we have clear skies, 35°, feels like 23°, humidity is at 90%, wind is at 15 mph from the WSW with gusts to 24 mph, pressure is at 29.57 inches, and visibility is 7 miles.
TODAY: Mostly cloudy. Patchy fog in the morning. Slight chance of drizzle and freezing drizzle in the morning then a slight chance of rain showers in the afternoon. Highs in the upper 30s. West winds 10 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph.
TONIGHT: Mostly cloudy with a 20% chance of snow showers. Lows around 13°. Northwest winds 10 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph.

ON THIS DATE of February 15, 1984 Broadway legend Ethel Merman dies.

She was as big a star as the American stage ever produced, a legend both in her own time and beyond it. She had neither the looks nor the dancing ability that typically recommended a young woman for Broadway stardom, but she had a vocal instrument that simply could not be ignored. “She needed no hidden microphones” was the line from her New York Times obituary that could easily have served as her epitaph. Yet Ethel Merman wasn’t just a belter—she was a performer who connected with live audiences in a way that only comes along once or twice in a generation. This much was clear from the very first night of a professional career that spanned five decades. Born Ethel Agnes Zimmerman in Astoria, Queens, in 1908, Ethel Merman died of natural causes in her New York City apartment on this day in 1984.

“You may have done all right elsewhere,” Ethel Merman once said, “but you haven’t really done it until you face a New York first-night crowd.” No one faced a New York first-night crowd with the confidence that Merman did. On opening night of her very first Broadway show, in George Gershwin’s Girl Crazy, Merman brought down the house with her performance of the now-classic “I Got Rhythm,” at one point holding a high C note for 16 bars while the orchestra played on and the crowd roared. Of the performance that electrified the rapturous audience that night, Merman herself later said, “It seemed to do something to them, not because it was sweet or beautiful, but because it was exciting.” Legend has it that Gershwin himself rushed back to greet Merman after the curtain closed, telling her, “Don’t ever let anyone give you a singing lesson—it’ll ruin you.”

Gershwin was not alone among legendary Broadway composers in his praise for Ethel Merman. Irving Berlin, who wrote the song for which she may be most famous—”There’s No Business Like Show Business” from Annie Get Your Gun—said of Merman, “You give her a bad song, and she’ll make it sound good. Give her a good song, and she’ll make it sound great. And you’d better write her a good lyric. The guy in the last row is going to hear every syllable.”

DID YOU KNOW THAT on this day in 1903, toy store owner and inventor Morris Michtom places two stuffed bears in his shop window, advertising them as Teddy bears. Michtom had earlier petitioned President Theodore Roosevelt for permission to use his nickname, Teddy. The president agreed and, before long, other toy manufacturers began turning out copies of Michtom’s stuffed bears, which soon became a national childhood institution.

One of Theodore Roosevelt’s hunting expeditions provided the inspiration for the Teddy bear. Ironically, though he was an avid conservationist, Roosevelt-led hunting trips often resulted in excessive slaughter, including one African trip during which his party killed more than 6,000 animals for sport and trophies. However, the idea for the teddy bear likely arose out of one of Roosevelt’s more compassionate acts.

Reports differ as to the exact details of the inspiration behind the teddy bear, but it is thought that while hunting in Mississippi in 1902, Roosevelt came upon an old injured black bear that his guides had tied to a tree. (The age, sex and state of health of the bear remain contested.) While some reports claim Roosevelt shot the bear out of pity for his suffering, others insist he set the bear free. Political cartoonists later portrayed the bear as a cub, implying that under the tough, outdoorsy and macho image of Roosevelt lay a much softer, more sensitive interior.

WORD OF THE DAY: molochize (MOL-uh-kyz) which means to sacrifice. After Moloch, a Canaanite god of the Bible, associated with the practice of child sacrifice. Earliest documented use: 1825.

Ash Wednesday Service

Ash Wednesday begins the forty days of Lent prior to Easter. Tonight's Ash Wednesday Service took place at Holy Cross at 6 p.m. on Valentine's Day, February 14, 2018. Ann Partridge did the readings, and Father Jim Siler was the celebrant.

View video of the service HERE

St James Township Receives Unique Offer

At public meeting held on February 7, 2018, St James Township board members heard from Dr. John Woollam, representing the J. A. Woollam Foundation, concerning an offer to purchase and gift to the Township property on the harbor.  The property currently belongs to the Anderson family and is operated as a marina, automobile repair shop, and car rental business. 

The offer is preliminary, and the township has appointed two board members to further explore Dr. Woollam’s proposal. Of interest to the township is both the property’s value for recreation, and for the island’s economic growth. Of interest to the Woollam Foundation is the maintenance of a viable and enhanced boating destination on Beaver Island.

The J. A. Woollam Foundation has funded in full or in part many projects on the Island over the years. Some of those projects include the George and Althea Petritz Nature Preserve, the CMU boathouse project, and the Barney’s Lake Nature Preserve.

The township looks forward to finding out, over the next few months, if this is a project that will benefit the residents and visitors of Beaver Island.

COA Senior Dinner Announced

Coming in March, there will be a Commission on Aging Senior Dinner at the Beaver Island Community Center on March 11, 2018, from 11 a.m. to noon. Menu to be announced later.

Amazing Sunset

This amazing photo was taken by Becca Foli on Monday evening of this week. It is certainly a fantastic picutre full of joyous color and gorgeous sky. Thanks for letting me share this beautiful picture! This is just one more example of the natural beauty that can be seen here on Beaver Island.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 14, 2018

Today ought to be a tad confusing to some of us Catholics... it's Valentine's Day AND Ash Wednesday. Now if you're giving up sweets, that box of candy your loved one gave you will have to wait until Easter before you can enjoy it. The flowers won't last that long (unless they are plastic or silk) so enjoy them while they bloom. Just a reminder for some forgetful folks, Mass is at 6:00 tonight.

As for the weather, right now I'm showing 30° (we're having a heat wave) with a windchill of 15°, wind is at 16 mph with gists to 25 mph from the WSW, humidity is at 80%, pressure is at 29.96 inches, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Mostly sunny. Highs in the lower 40s. Southwest winds 10 to 15 mph with gusts to around 30 mph.
TONIGHT: Mostly clear in the evening then becoming mostly cloudy. Slight chance of drizzle after midnight. Lows in the lower 30s. Southwest winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 30 mph.

ON THIS DATE OF February 14, On this day in 1884, future President Theodore Roosevelt’s wife and mother die, only hours apart.

Roosevelt was at work in the New York state legislature attempting to get a government reform bill passed when he was summoned home by his family. He returned home to find his mother, Mittie, had succumbed to typhoid fever. On the same day, his wife of four years, Alice Lee, died of Bright’s disease, a severe kidney ailment. Only two days before her death, Alice Lee had given birth to the couple’s daughter, Alice.

The double tragedy devastated Roosevelt. He ordered those around him not to mention his wife’s name. Burdened by grief, he abandoned politics, left the infant Alice with his sister Bamie, and, at the end of 1884, struck out for the Dakota territories, where he lived as a rancher and worked as a sheriff for two years. When not engrossed in raising cattle or acting as the local lawman, Roosevelt found time to indulge his passion for reading and writing history. After a blizzard wiped out his prized herd of cattle in 1885, Roosevelt decided to return to eastern society. Once back in New York in 1886, he again took up politics and took over raising his precocious daughter, Alice, who later became a national celebrity.

After stints in the Spanish-American War and as governor of New York, Roosevelt won a spot as William McKinley’s vice-presidential running mate in 1896. When McKinley died at the begnning of his second term in 1901, Roosevelt moved into the White House, where he and his family would spend the next eight years.

Alice grew to admire and respect her father yet, according to her memoirs and friends, she harbored resentment toward him for having abandoned her as a baby. Not long after he married his second wife, Edith, in 1886, Alice found herself competing not only with her father’s political cronies and new wife for his attention, but also with her five half-siblings who arrived in quick succession. The high-spirited Alice perhaps took to scandalous behaviour in retaliation.

The Roosevelt era coincided with a repressive time in women’s history, but the outspoken and independent Alice flouted acceptable behavior and revelled in the spotlight as first daughter. Alice’s activities as a young adult, such as smoking and staying out late with boys, irked her father, who nevertheless indulged her. In one instance when she repeatedly burst into a White House meeting, Roosevelt shrugged apologetically, I can either run the country or I can control Alice, but I cannot possibly do both.

After Roosevelt left office, Alice maintained a high profile in Washington society. She was banned from visiting the Taft White House after a voodoo doll of Mrs. Taft was found buried (by Alice) in the front lawn. President Wilson also banned her from White House society in retaliation for her making a lewd comment about him in public. Wilson was not her only target–she once remarked that her friend, Warren Harding’s Vice President Calvin Coolidge, looks as though he’s been weaned on a pickle.(history.com staff)

DID YOU KNOW THAT Donald duck comics were banned from Finland because he doesn’t wear pants.

WORD OF THE DAY: hooverize (HOO-vuh-ryz) which means to be sparing in the use of something, especially food. After Herbert C. Hoover (1874-1964), who as the head of the US Food Administration during the WWI, encouraged citizens to eat less and save food for soldiers. Earliest documented use: 1917.

Beautiful Sunset

February 13, 2018

After a couple of $2 beers at two dollar Tuesday, and after a nice dinner, a trip to the point seemed a tradition that needed to continue. All of these traditions were followed by a quick trip to Donegal Bay to get a picture of the sunset. The sky that direction was bright red and the trip out to the west side was worth it. The sun seemed to be hiding behind a big group of clouds, but the sky was gorgeous.


One beautiful sky

Thomas M. LeFevre

Thomas M. LeFevre

Bay City, Michigan

       Thomas passed away Monday, February 12, 2018, at his home, age 82.  He was born August 27, 1935, in Bay City to the late Leo and Grace (Martin) LeFevre.  He was raised on the west side and graduated from St. Mary’s Catholic School in 1953.  On April 25, 1959, Tom married the love of his life, Kathleen Byrne at St. Michael’s Catholic Church in Pinconning.  In 2017, Tom and Kathy celebrated their 58th wedding anniversary.  Tom’s greatest joy in life was being Dad to his five children: Thomas (Lisa) LeFevre, Annette (Greg) Keenan, Andrea (Terry) Nerbonne, Michael (Dawn) LeFevre and Angela (Paul) Welke) LeFevre, three grandchildren: Meghan (Tom) Watson, Kaitlin (Matt) Lovely and Chelsea LeFevre as well as three step-grandchildren: Noel Nerbonne, Ryan (Casi) Buhl and Rod (Carli) Buhl, twin great grandsons, Bo and Rory Watson and step-great grandchildren: Paytn, Presley, Blake and Jackson Buhl.  Tom is also survived by his beloved sister Barb Kelly, sisters in-law: Suzanne Brissette, Joan Gillman, Jean Courier and Mary (Tom) Schumann as well as numerous nieces and nephews.  Tom was predeceased by his parents: Leo and Grace LeFevre, an infant son, infant grandson and brothers in-law: Wayne Kelly, James Brissette, Virgil Byrne and Robert Gillman.

   In 1990, Tom retired after 31 years at the Bay County Road Commission.  He was active in the community including serving as an usher at Corpus Christi Parish and a member of the St. Vincent DePaul Society.  Tom served in the US Army from 1954 to 1957 and was Honorably Discharged.  He had many hobbies he enjoyed including crossword puzzles, reading, history, creating stained glass windows, tinkering on and collecting clocks of every shape, size and sound.

     The Funeral Mass will be celebrated Saturday, February 17, 2018, at 10:00 am, at Corpus Christi Parish-Holy Trinity Church.  Fr. Robert Kelm, Fr. Kevin Kerbawy and Fr. Bert Gohm will celebrate Mass.  Military Honors, under the auspices of the Bay County Veterans Council will be held immediately after Mass.  Friends may call at the Squires Funeral Home on Friday from 2:00 to 8:00 pm and at church on Saturday after 9:00 am.  A Parish Vigil Service for Tom will be held Friday at 7:00 pm at the funeral home.  Private inurnment will be held at a later date at Calvary Cemetery.  Those planning an expression of sympathy may wish to consider memorials to Corpus Christi Parish or St. Vincent DePaul Society. 

     Tom’s family would like to thank McLaren Hospice nurses Barb, Marci and Michelle for their compassion and care they gave Tom and his family.

Crock Pot Cook-off and Celebrity Basketball Game

March 2, 2018

Anyone is willing to make a dish, please contact Deb Robert! Cellphone: 231 675 7155; Email: debbier@beaverisland.k12.mi.us

What I'm Reading

by Cindy Ricksgers




Cinematic Tour of Beaver Island

The Chamber of Commerce of Beaver Island has posted this, and BINN found it on facebook. It's a very nice video, viewable on YouTube.

View it here

Holocaust Survivor Martin Lowenberg

Video by Kaylyn Jones HERE

Airport Commission Meeting

April 1, 2017

View video of the meeting HERE

Emergency Services Authority


BICS Board Meetings

November 14, 2016

School Board Meeting Packet HERE

View video of the meeting HERE


Anti-Bullying Presentation to BICS Parents

View presentation HERE

St. James Township Meeting Video

April 5, 2017

View video of the meeting HERE

April 24, 2017, 7 p.m.

View a small gallery of pictures of the meeting HERE

View video of the meeting HERE

May 3, 2017

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June 7, 2017

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June 19, 2017

View video of the meeting HERE

Link to the Beaver Island Airport 10-year Plan

On the Beach of Beaver Island

You will need Quicktime or another music player to enjoy this link.

The music played in the Holy Cross Hall in the late 70's and early 80's, recorded for posterity and shared here.

When Santa Missed the Boat to Beaver Island

as read by Phil Gregg

Click HERE

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Music on the Porch 2004

This is a continuation of the project of digitizing the videos that are in the 8 mm VHS format, the Super 8 format, and the HI 8 format. This particular video came from the Phil Gregg collection of video and not from the Historical Society video collection. The obvious issue has never been figured out over the many years except by this editor stepping up to make certain that the performs coudl be recorded without the posts and railings being used to hid them. Phil Gregg did not do that, so the performers may be more difficult to see.

As you can see in the pictures, the community choir performed, Cindy Cushman and her kids, Stryder Crosswhite, Jenny Bousquet, Danielle Cary, Barry Pischner, Sheri Timsak and daughter Krystal, and the Irishman who visited the island.

View video HERE

Mass from Holy Cross, 9:30 a.m. Sunday

Well, folks, due to the generosity of people of Beaver Island, who wish to remain anonymous, the entire service from Holy Cross is once again back and available to any interested in viewing it from anywhere in the world. The main purpose of the live stream is to provide this for those who are unable to physcially be in the place that the event is happening. It doesn't matter if that location is a half of city block away or thousands of miles away.

So, Mass from Holy Cross Catholic Church is going to be available until at least the end of June of 2018 unless some other copyright issues get in the way of providing the entire service to everyone. Fortunately, last night's and this Sunday's service was viewed by more than fifteen unique IP addresses, showing the desire to view the service.

Ann Partridge did the reading on Saturday night, and Kitty McNamara Green did the readings on Sunday morning.

View the service HERE

BIRHC Board Meeting Dates

per biruralhealth.org

Even though the BINN Editor Joe Moore offered to post these dates, none were ever provided to BINN. It would be much better in the realm of transparency if this information could have been made public earlier. Apparently, the scheduled dates for BIRHC meetings are:

2018 Meeting Dates

March 10

June 16

September 15

December 8 (Annual Meeting)

There appeared to be quite a few cars over at the BIRHC this morning, Saturday, February 10, 2018, perhaps a meeting, but no notification can be found on their website, nor was provided to BINN.

Familiar Faces 2

by Joe Moore

Familiar Faces 2
By Joe Moore
Last night was a wonderful gathering of caring people who wanted to help out our family due to the devastating financial aspects of dealing with cancer.  There has been a complete outpouring of love and caring cooperation from many people.  These same people have not always been on the same side of a political argument, but they are obviously very loving and caring people, no matter the politics of specific situations.

What does this have to do with seeing familiar faces in EMS?

Read the rest of the story HERE

Dan "Piper" Gallagher's Daughter ID's Pictures

In this video, it is apparent that Bill Cashman, Robert Cole, and Joyce Bartels are all present while these pictures are identified. The tape itself is not labeled as to the month and year. Interesting pictures and discussion took place, but it's unfortunate that there were lots of comments that had been done prior to the video being turned on.

View video HERE

Beaver Island Community School Weekly Update

February 9, 2018


Northern Lights League Tournament February 16th & 17th @ Hannahville

Mark Your Calendars—Lake Genesareth Fishing Tournament!
Mark your calendars for February 17th and 18th for the Third Annual Lake Genesareth Fishing Tournament. Bundle up and bring your kids down to Lake G. for a chance to win prizes and catch a delicious dinner!

Have a Fantastic Weekend!


2018 Ice Classic

The Preservation Association of Beaver Island have place the Ice Classic on the ice. You get to guess when this buoy falls through the ice. Winners will share 50% of the winnings with the balance going to the PABI group. a single ticket is $5, a booklet of 6 tickets is $20. The most recent winners were Linda Wearn and Doug Hendrickson in 2017, In 2016, there was no ice for the Ice Classic. Previous winners were: 2015 Bill Welke, Marshall, MI 4/15/15 @ 3:40PM; 2014 Stan Buell Holland, MI, 4/28/14 @ 11.01PM; 2013 Brian Tidmore, Santa Monica, CA, 4/11/13 @ 12:18PM.

You can purchase your tickets at the Beaver Island Community Center or at McDonough's Market.

Beaver Island Virtual Tour

This website was started by Phyllis Moore as part of the beginnings of Beaver Island News on the 'Net. When Phyllis turned the News website over to her husband Joe, the Beaver Island Tour website was continued by Jeff Cashman and hosted by Island Design. The website is currently up to date for just less than ten years ago. There have been many changes since then, but the historical aspect of this look into the history of Beaver Island makes it just as valuable as it was then.

Visit beaverislandtour.com HERE

CPR Training

Christmas Cantata 2006

Someone asked how the editor chose which video tapes to convert, in other words, how was the order chosen. It's very simple. The first one that comes out of the box when the hand goes in is the first one digitized. The Cantata tapes for 2005 adn 2006 were right next to each other in the box and came out in the same handful. These tapes were completed by Phil Gregg, and work is progressing on this box of 8 mm VHS tapes from his collection. A break was needed from the historical interview tapes for a bit to try to break the addiction of the editor.

This 2006 Cantata is one in which the editor was not able to sing due to surgery on his throat and vocal cords, but playing a flute and violin duet and playing the bass recorder did not require vocal cord use.

John Fiegan and Pinky Harmon narrate.........Mike Scripps sings "Mary, Did You Know?"

View a short gallery of photos HERE

View video of the 2006 Cantata HERE

Transportation Authority Meeting Rescheduled

Tuesday, February 20, 2018, at noon

St. James Township Meeting

Many of the documents for this meeting are below.


The St. James Township Board met tonight for the regularly scheduled monthly meeting at the St. James Township Hall at 7 p.m. Board members present included Supervisor Kitty McNamara, Clerk Alice Belfy, Treasurer Diane McDonough, and Trustee Travis Martin. Missing from the meeting was Jeff Powers, who was not on the island.

View video of this meeting HERE



Island Summit Final Reports

The Island Summit took place down at the CMU Biological Center on the east side of Beaver Island this past September from the 23-25. There were participants from twelve Great Lakes islands. These are the reports from that summit.

Short Summary

Complete Report

BICS Meeting Schedules

BI Transportation Authority Meeting Schedule

Library Story Times

Please join early childhood educator, Kim Mitchell, for story time with your baby, toddler, or preschooler beginning Monday, September 11. 2017, at 10:30 a.m.. As well as reading stories, also included are songs, finger plays, movement, art, and free-play. Each week will focus on a specific theme along with activities to develop listening, socialization, gross and fine motor skill-building, creativity, as well as play-time while caregivers get a chance to socialize, and of course, check out books!

No cost is required, but registration is appreciated so enough materials are available, though visitors to the island are welcome to drop-in. Kim has taught toddler play groups for Lamaze and preschool and has numerous books, toys, and activities she would love to share. If interested, please contact Kim at beaverislandkim@gmail.com or call 448-2532.

New Library Hours

The Beaver Island District Library is pleased to announce new hours of operation intended to optimize the availability of our facility, staff, and resources to the school.

*Note also the new closing time for the school year.*

Weekdays:   8:30 - 5:00

Saturday:   12:00 - 5:00

Weekdays during scheduled school breaks, the library will open at 10:00 and close at 5:00.

Island Treasures Resale

On Tuesday, June 6, 2017,  the Resale Shop will welcome donors and shoppers at noon as we begin our summer schedule. The summer schedule is Tuesdays through Saturdays from noon until 4:00.

BICS Committee Meeting Schedule

BIESA Meeting Schedule

Fiscal Year 2017-18 Meeting Schedule


February 2018 Bulletin from Holy Cross

Christian Church Bulletin

February 11, 2018


BICS Calendar 2017-18

HSC Meeting Dates Schedule

Bank Hours Change

January thru April
Tuesday, Thursday, Friday

May thru June
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

July thru August
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

September thru October
Monday Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

November thru December
Tuesday, Thursday, Friday

Island Treasures Resale Shop

We will be open Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays from noon until 4:00. During those hours we will gladly accept your "gently used, barely used, like new " items. Please be sure that your donations be in season, clean, and in good repair. Thank you for your support !

Open for shopping and donations

If you need help with your donation, call the shop at 448-2534

or Donna at 448-2797.

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