B. I. News on the 'Net, February 26-March 11, 2018

The 52 Lists for Happiness #11

by Cindy Ricksgers

BIRHC Board Meeting

March 10, 2018

This story was written and completed last night, but a notification was received that the story had been modified outside of my computer. You may talk about being quite numbed by a statement like this. Was it a hack? Who would want to hack Beaver Island News on the 'Net? Anyway, the server immediately erased the modification made without my knowledge, and this story disappeared. Mysterious, isn't it?

With the memorial service taking place yesterday, the normal 10 a.m. starting time was moved to 9 a.m., so those wishing to attend could make the service. Perhaps, the most interesting part of this meeting was the decision to decrease the number of board members from nine to seven. It was determined to do this by attrition, so the next two expiring terms would not be replaced. These two terms will be Connie Wojan and Denny Cook as stated in the meeting.

Another important report was given about the status of the dental services on the island. The negotiations are still underway, but it is likely that the dental care services will be available in July or August, based upon the negotiations and the completion of another dental facility on the mainland that possibly makes equipment available.

Here is the news release passed out at the meeting: (Note that there is one mistake in this paper. The meeting date was the 10th of February.)

View video of the meeting HERE

Many thanks to Pam Grassmick for her video work at this meeting.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

March 11, 2018

It's 26°, feels like 20°, wind is at 5 mph from the northwest, humidity is at 77%, pressure is rising from 30.23 inches, and visibility is 8.5 miles.
TODAY: Mostly sunny. Highs in the lower 30s. Light winds.
TONIGHT: Partly cloudy in the evening then cloudy with a 50% chance of snow after midnight. Lows in the mid 20s. Light winds becoming south at 10 mph after midnight.

ON THIS DATE of March 11, 1918, Just before breakfast, Private Albert Gitchell of the U.S. Army reports to the hospital at Fort Riley, Kansas, complaining of the cold-like symptoms of sore throat, fever and headache. By noon, over 100 of his fellow soldiers had reported similar symptoms, marking what are believed to be the first cases in the historic influenza epidemic of 1918. The flu would eventually kill 675,000 Americans and more than 20 million people (some believe the total may be closer to 40 million) around the world, proving to be a far deadlier force than even the First World War.

The initial outbreak of the disease, reported at Fort Riley in March, was followed by similar outbreaks in army camps and prisons in various regions of the country. The disease soon traveled to Europe with the American soldiers heading to aid the Allies on the battlefields of France. (In March 1918 alone, 84,000 American soldiers headed across the Atlantic; another 118,000 followed them the next month.) Once it arrived on a second continent, the flu showed no signs of abating: 31,000 cases were reported in June in Great Britain. The disease was soon dubbed the Spanish flu due to the shockingly high number of deaths in Spain (some 8 million, it was reported) after the initial outbreak there in May 1918.

The flu showed no mercy for combatants on either side of the trenches. Over the summer, the first wave of the epidemic hit German forces on the Western Front, where they were waging a final, no-holds-barred offensive that would determine the outcome of the war. It had a significant effect on the already weakening morale of the troops–as German army commander Crown Prince Rupprecht wrote on August 3: poor provisions, heavy losses, and the deepening influenza have deeply depressed the spirits of men in the III Infantry Division. Meanwhile, the flu was spreading fast beyond the borders of Western Europe, due to its exceptionally high rate of virulence and the massive transport of men on land and aboard ship due to the war effort. By the end of the summer, numerous cases had been reported in Russia, North Africa and India; China, Japan, the Philippines and even New Zealand would eventually fall victim as well.

The Great War ended on November 11, but influenza continued to wreak international havoc, flaring again in the U.S. in an even more vicious wave with the return of soldiers from the war and eventually infecting an estimated 28 percent of the country’s population before it finally petered out. In its December 28, 1918, issue, the American Medical Association acknowledged the end of one momentous conflict and urged the acceptance of a new challenge, stating that Medical science for four and one-half years devoted itself to putting men on the firing line and keeping them there. Now it must turn with its whole might to combating the greatest enemy of all—infectious disease.

DID YOU KNOW THAT Pink's real name is Alecia Beth Moore?

WORD OF THE DAY: behindhand (bih-HAHYND-hand) which means late; tardy. The adverb behindhand is formed on the analogy of the much earlier beforehand, which dates from the 13th century. Behindhand is especially but not exclusively concerned with monetary transactions, but from early in its history had the sense “out of date, behind the times.” Behindhand entered English in the 16th century.

Dick Burris Memorial Gathering at Holy Cross at 11 a.m.

This service was quite an amazing glimpse into the life of Richard E. Burris. First of all, the entire service had been written by Dick Burris more than forty years ago. Imagine writing your own funeral service!

Even the music was picked by Dick Burris, and the songs were played from the Internet connection or had been downloaded in advance. Tammy McDonough was in charge of playing the songs from her Apple device and playing it using the microphone in the choir loft so all could hear it.

The sermon, the readings, the music, and the prayers were written by Dick Burris. Cynthia Hector Johnson read the memorial posted on facebook and on this website including a wonderful poem written by Robert Cole.

The front of the church near the altar.

Some diving buddies of Dick

The lectern

Father Jim describes the service as written by Dick Burris.......Jacque LaFreniere does the scripture readings.

Cynthia J read the memorial message and poem

Father Jim Siler read the sermon and comments written by Dick Burris.

View video of the service HERE

Phyllis' Daily Weather

March 10, 2018

This morning at 11:00 the island will gather to celebrate the life of Dick Burris at Holy Cross Catholic Church. Several of the island businesses will be closed during that time. Memorial contributions can be made to the Beaver Island Hospice in memory of Dick. Joe Moore will be live-streaming the service at http://beaverisland.tv Please note there is NO www. in that web address.

Mostly cloudy skies this morning, it's 26°, feels like 20°, wind is at 5 mph from the northwest, humidity is at 77%, pressure is rising from 30.04 inches, and visibility is 8.5 miles.
TODAY: Partly sunny. Isolated snow showers in the morning then scattered flurries in the afternoon. Highs in the lower 30s. Northwest winds at 10 mph.
TONIGHT: Partly cloudy. Lows around 16°. North winds at 10 mph.

ON THIS DATE of March 10, 1969, James Earl Ray pleads guilty to the assassination of African American civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr. and is sentenced to 99 years in prison.

On April 4, 1968, in Memphis, Tennessee, King was fatally wounded by a sniper’s bullet while standing on the balcony outside his second-story room at the Motel Lorraine. That evening, a Remington .30-06 hunting rifle was found on the sidewalk beside a rooming house one block from the Lorraine Motel. Over the next several weeks, the rifle, eyewitness reports, and fingerprints on the weapon all implicated a single suspect: escaped convict James Earl Ray. A two-bit criminal, Ray escaped a Missouri prison in April 1967 while serving a sentence for a holdup. In May 1968, a massive manhunt for Ray began. The FBI eventually determined that he had obtained a Canadian passport under a false identity, which at the time was relatively easy.

On June 8, Scotland Yard investigators arrested Ray at a London airport. Ray was trying to fly to Belgium, with the eventual goal, he later admitted, of reaching Rhodesia. Rhodesia, now called Zimbabwe, was at the time ruled by an oppressive and internationally condemned white minority government. Extradited to the United States, Ray stood before a Memphis judge in March 1969 and pleaded guilty to King’s murder in order to avoid the electric chair. He was sentenced to 99 years in prison.

Three days later, he attempted to withdraw his guilty plea, claiming that he was innocent of King’s assassination and had been set up as a patsy in a larger conspiracy. He claimed that in 1967 a mysterious man named “Raoul” had approached him and recruited him into a gunrunning enterprise. On April 4, 1968, however, he realized that he was to be the fall guy for the King assassination and fled for Canada. Ray’s motion was denied, as were his dozens of other requests for a trial over the next 29 years.

During the 1990s, the widow and children of Martin Luther King, Jr. spoke publicly in support of Ray and his claims, calling him innocent and speculating about an assassination conspiracy involving the U.S. government and military. U.S. authorities were, in conspiracists’ minds, implicated circumstantially. FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover obsessed over King, who he thought was under communist influence. For the last six years of his life, King underwent constant wiretapping and harassment by the FBI. Before his death Dr. King was also monitored by U.S. military intelligence, who may have been called to watch over King after he publicly denounced the Vietnam War in 1967. Furthermore, by calling for radical economic reforms in 1968, including guaranteed annual incomes for all, King was making few new friends in the Cold War-era U.S. government.

Over the years, the assassination has been reexamined by the House Select Committee on Assassinations, the Shelby County, Tennessee, district attorney’s office, and three times by the U.S. Justice Department. All of these investigations have ended with the same conclusion: James Earl Ray killed Martin Luther King. The House committee acknowledged that a low-level conspiracy might have existed, involving one or more accomplices to Ray, but uncovered no evidence to definitively prove this theory. In addition to the mountain of evidence against him, such as his fingerprints on the murder weapon and admitted presence at the rooming house on April 4, Ray had a definite motive in assassinating King: hatred. According to his family and friends, he was an outspoken racist who told them of his intent to kill Martin Luther King. He died in 1998. (This Day in History)

DID YOU KNOW THAT there is a spider in Brazil whose bite can cause an erection that lasts for hours? Aside from causing intense pain, the venom of the Brazilian wandering spider (sometimes called the banana spider) can also cause priapism in humans. Erections resulting from the bite are uncomfortable, can last for many hours and can lead to impotence. A component of the venom (Tx2-6) is being studied for use in erectile dysfunction treatments. (Wikipedia)

WORD OF THE DAY: krummholz (KROOM-hohlts) which means a forest of stunted trees near the timber line on a mountain. The German noun Krummholz, literally “crooked wood,” means “a forest of stunted trees near the timber line; elfinwood.” The German adjective krumm “bent, crooked, warped, stooping, devious” is related to British dialectal words crump “bent, crooked” and crumpback (also crump-back) “hunchback.” The German noun Holz “wood” is related to English holt and Old Norse holt. The Germanic nouns derive from Proto-Germanic hulto-, from keld-, an extended form of the Proto-Indo-European root kel- “to cut, hit.” Keld- is the source of Greek kládos “twig, branch, shoot” (and the English taxonomic term clade), and Slavic (Polish) kłoda “log." Krummholz entered English in the early 20th century.

Aidan Gallagher, Tour Video and Interview September 2002

Robert Cole interviews Adidan Gallagher on his first trip to Beaver Island from Arranmore. This interview is part of the oral history project by the Beaver Island Historical Society. The tour included the Print Shop Museum as well as the Holy Cross Cemetary. The tour is followed by an interview about life on Arranmore.

View video of the interview and tour HERE

Beaver Island Community School Weekly Update


March 9th, 2018
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Lego Club 1:00 p.m., Saturday, March 10th    
Lego Club at the Beaver Island District Library on Saturday March 10th at 1:00 pm.

BICS Board Committee Meetings Next Week
Finance March 12th 8:30 a.m.
Regular Board Meeting March 12th 7 p.m.
Come and participate in the fun! 

3rd-6th Grade Basketball Starts March 12th
March 12th is the beginning of the Elementary basketball season.  If your child is planning on attending please have their permission slips turned in to the office by Monday morning.

BICS Competes in Quiz Bowl March 16th
Area schools compete in an academic Quiz Bowl competition hosted by North Central Michigan College in Petoskey and organized by Dave Snyder. NCMC provides the classrooms and lunch in the college cafeteria! The competition consists of a tournament with games where two teams at a time buzz in answering challenging questions from many different categories. Each team consists of 4 or more students. There are usually 5 competitions throughout the school year. BICS adviser, Mrs. Connie Boyle, selects 4 high school students to compete. They are students who do well in their academic studies at BICS and are interested in team competition

St. Patrick’s Day Festivities & Concert March 16th
Come join in the fun!  On Friday, March 16th the students and staff at BICS will celebrate the “Great Day” by dressing in the traditional Irish colors of green, orange and white!  At 2:00 pm all BICS students and staff will meet in the gym to announce the winners of the Limerick Contest, have a Tug-o-War, see a demonstration of traditional Ceili dancing by Bridget Martin and enjoy a lively concert by Danny, Danny & Brother Jim!  Please spread the word!  Everyone is welcome! Come one!  Come all! Cead Mile Failte’!

Have a Fantastic Weekend!

Interview of Anna Dowell Hammond 4-1-2004

This is another digitized video in the oral history project of the the Beaver Island Historical Society. This interview was completed by Robert Cole. Anna Dowell Hammond lived in Ireland and went to school on Arranmore. she talks about the Beaver Island people being so much like the people on Arranmore. Her father was from Glasgow and her mother from Arranmore. The parents separated and the sons went with the father and the daughters went with the mother. She lived in a convent. She describes Robert Cole as "the face of Ireland."

View this interview HERE

Phyllis' Daily Weather

March 9, 2018

Another invigorating day for us, but at least we're not buried like the east coast AND we have power which means there is coffee!! Right now I'm showing mostly cloudy skies, 27°, feels like 19°, wind is at 7 mph from the northwest, humidity is at 84%, pressure is rising from 29.9 inches, and visibility is 8.6 miles.
TODAY: Mostly cloudy with scattered snow showers. Highs in the lower 30s. Northwest winds 5 to 15 mph.
TONIGHT: Partly cloudy with isolated snow showers. Lows around 19°. Northwest winds 5 to 10 mph. Gusts up to 20 mph in the evening.

ON THIS DATE of March 9, 1959, the first Barbie doll goes on display at the American Toy Fair in New York City.

Eleven inches tall, with a waterfall of blond hair, Barbie was the first mass-produced toy doll in the United States with adult features. The woman behind Barbie was Ruth Handler, who co-founded Mattel, Inc. with her husband in 1945. After seeing her young daughter ignore her baby dolls to play make-believe with paper dolls of adult women, Handler realized there was an important niche in the market for a toy that allowed little girls to imagine the future.

Barbie’s appearance was modeled on a doll named Lilli, based on a German comic strip character. Originally marketed as a racy gag gift to adult men in tobacco shops, the Lilli doll later became extremely popular with children. Mattel bought the rights to Lilli and made its own version, which Handler named after her daughter, Barbara. With its sponsorship of the “Mickey Mouse Club” TV program in 1955, Mattel became the first toy company to broadcast commercials to children. They used this medium to promote their new toy, and by 1961, the enormous consumer demand for the doll led Mattel to release a boyfriend for Barbie. Handler named him Ken, after her son. Barbie’s best friend, Midge, came out in 1963; her little sister, Skipper, debuted the following year.

Over the years, Barbie generated huge sales–and a lot of controversy. On the positive side, many women saw Barbie as providing an alternative to traditional 1950s gender roles. She has had a series of different jobs, from airline stewardess, doctor, pilot and astronaut to Olympic athlete and even U.S. presidential candidate. Others thought Barbie’s never-ending supply of designer outfits, cars and “Dream Houses” encouraged kids to be materialistic. It was Barbie’s appearance that caused the most controversy, however. Her tiny waist and enormous breasts–it was estimated that if she were a real woman, her measurements would be 36-18-38–led many to claim that Barbie provided little girls with an unrealistic and harmful example and fostered negative body image.

Despite the criticism, sales of Barbie-related merchandise continued to soar, topping 1 billion dollars annually by 1993. Since 1959, more than 800 million dolls in the Barbie family have been sold around the world and Barbie is now a bona fide global icon.

DID YOU KNOW THAT the longest sneezing fit ever recorded is that of Donna Griffiths (UK, b. 1969) who started sneezing on 13 January 1981 and surpassed the previous duration record of 194 days on 26 July 1981. She sneezed an estimated million times in the first 365 days and achieved her first sneeze-free day on 16 September 1983 - the 977th day. (Guinness World Records)

WORD OF THE DAY: demonym (DEM-uh-nim) which means the name used for the people who live in a particular country, state, or other locality. The noun demonym is clearly from Greek dêmos “people, common people, common soldiery (as opposed to officers), popular government, democracy, district, country, land.” The second part of the word comes from Greek dialect (Doric, Aeolic) ónyma, a variant of ónoma “name” (the Attic and Ionic dialectal form) and is very common in compounds like antonym and pseudonym. Demonym entered English in the late 20th century.

Richard E. "Dick" Burris--In Memoriam

Dick Burris -- In Memoriam
The island says goodbye this week to one of it’s most beloved members, Dick Burris. A fixture on Beaver since moving there in 1973, Dick seemed to live more in one life than most people could in
several. A legendary bricklayer, stonemason, and concrete wizard, his beautiful craftsmanship can be seen in dozens of homes, fireplaces, grottos, benches and other structures around the island; as well as throughout his hometown of Lapeer, MI, where he was born on March 27, 1929, growing up on a farm. He later served in the US Army at the age of 27, when he was already married with four kids.

Dick was also a veteran diver who explored shipwrecks and reefs around the Beaver Island archipelago and much further away as part of his many travels to the Caribbean islands, Cuba, Mexico, Central America, and South America. He could tell you the location and history of every wreck around northern Lake Michigan and beyond as if it were written on the back of his burly hand. He attacked life, work, and adventure with equal passion; and as many of his friends remember, shared his skills, knowledge, wisdom and stories with great generosity. He gave a lot of people a hand up in their trade when they were coming up the ladder, and was a friend and mentor to so very many. Dick donated his time and expertise to countless projects and organizations around the island over the decades, always giving, always available when needed.

He was rarely if ever seen without a smile. When asked how he kept one on his face so often, he said “My smile comes from a constant loop of good memories running through my mind.” His body was as strong as his spirit, with him still laying stone and pouring concrete at the age of 87. Some may remember a photo of him carrying a cement mixer on his shoulder at a job site, a testament to the stuff he was made of. Time and the wear and tear of the masonry business may have bent his posture some, but no one could deny how tall he walked as a man and human being.

This remembrance can’t begin to encompass all that Dick was and did in his long life. Everyone that knew him has a story or several about him, unique to the way he touched them with his character, his sense of humor, and the way he lived his life. He never stopped eating up life with the appetite of a man who couldn’t get enough of it, a dynamo that it seemed would never slow down. About the prospect of retiring, he once said, “You’ll read my retirement notice in the obituaries.”

Dick Burris was father to Jean Ann, Arnold, Susie, Roger, Danny, Sandra, Sherry, and Galen, and many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. He leaves behind his wife Amy, who worked, loved, lived, and laughed alongside him every step of the way over nearly two decades together. A memorial and celebration of Dick’s life will be held on Saturday, March 10, 11 am, at Holy Cross Catholic Church on Beaver Island. Memorial contributions can be made to the Beaver Island Hospice in memory of Dick.

And finally, a little poem in honor of our dear friend...

The things you built will never fall --
with stones and brick and concrete, all.
You dove great depths in exploration
of history’s ships and God’s creation.

You built a life with grit and song.
Your smile was as bright as your hands were strong.
You ran toward adventure, straight and true,
from the shores of Cuba to the peaks of Peru.

You gave of yourself to all that needed,
and many learned from your wisdom, when heeded
You lived a long life, but never got old.
When they cast you, Dick, they broke the mold.

~ Robert Cole

Tuesday BITA Meeting Canceled

The meeting schedule for March 13, 2018, has been canceled.

St. James Township Meeting

March 7, 2018

All board members were present for this meeting: Alice Belfy; clerk, Diane McDonough, treasurer' Kathleen McNamara, supervisor; and trustees, Travis Martin and Jeff Powers. The documents for the meeting are available at the links below. The meeting was live streamed on Beaver Island TV.

The St. James board members

Carol Burton, representative of the Charlevoix Community Foundation, presented a check for the Recreation Plan to Patrick Cull.

Rick Speck reported on his Zoning Administrator off-Island training and his reference materials.

BICS Superintendent/Principal Will Cwiekel made a request of tower space on the Font Lake tower.

View video of the meeting HERE

Minutes of the meeting HERE

Intent to Allow Equipment on Font Lake Tower

Phyllis' Daily Weather

March 8, 2018

The island is mourning the loss of one of our greatest characters. Diver extraordinaire, master stone mason, wonderful storyteller, fabulous ear-to-ear smile, and a true gentleman, Dick Burris was all that and then some more. Last night he quietly entered heaven and will be sorely missed here. Our love, thoughts, hugs, and prayers are with Amy, his children and grandchildren. We will be celebrating the life of Dick Burris for years to come. "Who built that fireplace?" Dick Burris. "Who made that beautiful bench?" Dick Burris. Who made that lovely stone wall?" Dick Burris. "Who knew where all the shipwrecks were?" Dick Burris. He taught himself Spanish so it would be easier for him to communicate on his diving trips to Mexico. I doubt that there was anything that Dick couldn't do if he put his mind to it. Ve con Dios, amigo!

It's 28° outside this morning, feels like 17°, cloudy skies, wind is at 12 mph from the northwest with gusts to 22 mph, humidity is at 86%, pressure is steady at 29.83 inches, and visibility is 5.3 miles.
TODAY: Periods of snow showers in the morning then scattered snow showers in the afternoon. HIghs in the lower 30s. Northwest winds 10 to 20 mph with gusts to around 30 mph.
TONIGHT: Cloudy with scattered snow showers. Lows in the mid 20s. Northwest winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 30 mph.

ON THIS DATE of March 8, 1950 the VW bus, icon of the counterculture movement, goes into production.

Volkswagen, maker of the Beetle automobile, expands its product offerings to include a microbus, which goes into production on this day in 1950. Known officially as the Volkswagen Type 2 (the Beetle was the Type 1) or the Transporter, the bus was a favorite mode of transportation for hippies in the U.S. during the 1960s and became an icon of the American counterculture movement.

The VW bus was reportedly the brainchild of Dutch businessman Ben Pon, an importer of Beetles to the Netherlands, who saw a market for a small bus and in 1947 sketched out his concept. Volkswagen engineers further developed the idea and in March 1950, the vehicle, with its boxy, utilitarian shape and rear engine, went into production. The bus eventually collected a number of nicknames, including the “Combi” (for combined-use vehicle) and the “Splittie” (for its split windshield); in Germany it was known as the “Bulli.” In the U.S., it was referred to by some as a hippie van or bus because it was used to transport groups of young people and their camping gear and other supplies to concerts and anti-war rallies. Some owners painted colorful murals on their buses and replaced the VW logo on the front with a peace symbol. According to “Bug” by Phil Patton, when Grateful Dead musician Jerry Garcia died in 1995, Volkswagen ran an ad featuring a drawing of the front of a bus with a tear streaming down it.

The bus was only the second product offering for Volkswagen, a company whose history dates back to the 1930s Germany. In 1933, Adolf Hitler became chancellor of Germany and announced he wanted to build new roads and affordable cars for the German people. At that time, Austrian-born engineer Ferdinand Porsche (1875-1951) was already working on creating a small car for the masses. Hitler and Porsche later met and the engineer was charged with designing the inexpensive, mass-produced Volkswagen, or “people’s car.” In 1938, work began on the Volkswagen factory, located in present-day Wolfsburg, Germany; however, full-scale vehicle production didn’t begin until after World War II.

In the 1950s, the Volkswagen arrived in the U.S., where the initial reception was tepid, due in part to the car’s historic Nazi connection as well as its small size and unusual rounded shape (which later led to it being dubbed the “Beetle”). In 1959, the advertising agency Doyle Dane Bernbach launched a groundbreaking campaign that promoted the car’s diminutive size as a distinct advantage to consumers, and over the next several years VW became the top-selling auto import in the U.S. In 1972, the VW Beetle passed the iconic Ford Model T as the world’s best-selling car, with over 15 million vehicles produced. (from this day in history)

DID YOU KNOW THAT a lot of American presidents seem to have dogs - Lyndon Johnson had two Beagles named HIm and Her; Theodore Roosevelt's Pitbull was called Pete, and Abraham LIncoln also had a dog, Fido. This list could go on and on but would come to a halt at Trump, who doesn't have any pets.

WORD OF THE DAY: Minerva (mi-NUR-vuh) which means a woman of great wisdom. The Roman goddess Minerva is so completely identified with the Greek goddess Athena that it is difficult to discern what is “native” to Minerva. Minerva (earlier Latin spelling Menerva) was a native Italian goddess of handicrafts (hence easily identified with Athena in that respect). The name Minerva ( Menerva) may be of Indo-European origin, from the root men- “to think, bear in mind,” source of English mind, Latin meminī “I remember,” and Greek Méntōr, a proper name meaning “adviser.” The original Latin name will have been Meneswā “intelligent, wise (woman),” related to Sanskrit manasvin “wise” and Manasvinī, the name of the mother of the moon. Alternatively, Meneswā may mean “woman who measures (the phases of the moon),” from the Proto-Indo-European root mē- “to measure,” source of English meal (a Germanic word), as in piecemeal, measure (from Latin), and Greek metron "measure," the source of the English suffix -meter, among other words. Minerva as the name of the goddess entered English in the Old English period; the sense "wise woman" dates from the late 18th century.

Dick Burris Passed Away

March 7, 2018

Beaver Island lost one of its most talented individuals today. Dick was talented in music, mechanics, stone masonry, cement work, stone fire places, and many, many other areas as well. He was also an excellent story teller.

2016 Citizen of the Year Dick Burris

Passage in Fog by Dick Burris

Dave Gladish and I had gone to Charlevoix to go shopping in the 24 foot Chris-Craft. On the way back a heavy fog had set in; it was in the summer and Dave stood watch at the bow. Every thing was going fine, and we were checked down to about 15 mph. We were ready to flee for our lives if we were to meet another vessel.

All of a sudden, the placid sea produced what appeared to be a freighter "bow wave." I checked the engine down, looked around, and shut off the engine. I asked Dave, "Did you even see it?"

Dave said, "No." So we listened and didn't hear the engines or fog signals that they usually sounded in fogs. Once we were out of the shipping lanes, we went back to 15-20 mph.

When back on shore, I designed a radar reflector for the Chris-Craft, in case we should be in fog again, and invisible to radar, we would not be invisible ever again.

R. E. Burris

Tonight, Dave Gladish and Dick Burris are together in another boat in another location, and remembering the good times that they had together both at work and at play. We are the ones in the fog, looking for shore through that fog. Please help keep us on course, Dick.

What Did You Say 23


By Joe Moore


“I’m telling you that you better never do that again,” the EMT said.  “You could have been killed.  How did you know that he wouldn’t use that gun and shoot you?  Come on, you know better than that!”


“There is a difference between my relationship with that patient and your relationship with that patient,” I said.  “We will just have to agree to disagree on this one.”


What did you say?

Read the rest of the story HERE

One Eagle Keeps Watch

Although it's not definite what the eagle was keeping watch over, it may have been lunch. If not lunch, then perhaps looking for something to eat for lunch.

Anyway, this eagle has been on the ice out in front of the St. James Yacht Club for the last two days. These were taken today before the sun came out.

View a small gallery of photos HERE

At about six pm on Wednesday night, the eagle was back near the same location, but this time was feasting on duck.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

March 7, 2018

I think Mother Nature is laughing at us for sort of thinking that spring was here. After all, the ice breaker, two of them in fact, had come in, robins have been seen, the list goes on. This morning looking out the window, the grass is white! Letting the dogs out, it's darn cold! So much for spring. There will be a Winter Weather Advisory in effect from 6 pm tonight to noon on Thursday. Right now we have mostly cloudy skies, 22°, feels like 12°, wind is at 8 mph from the north, humidity is at 84%, pressure is steady at 29.81 inches, visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Cloudy with a 50% chance of snow showers. Highs around 30°. Northwest winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph.
TONIGHT: Chance of snow showers in the evening, then periods of snow showers after midnight. Total nighttime snow accumulation of 1 to 4 inches. Lows in the mid 20s. NOrthwest winds 10 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph.

ON THIS DATE of March 7, 1974, Pearl Bailey and Richard Nixon serenade a White House audience.

On March 1, 1974, in addition to handing up criminal indictments against seven former high-ranking officials in the Nixon administration, a grand jury in the District of Columbia named the president himself as an unindicted co-conspirator in the Watergate cover-up. The drumbeat of bad news was growing louder by the month for President Nixon, as was talk of his possible impeachment. But in politics as in entertainment, the show must go on, and though engulfed in a scandal that would soon bring his presidency to a disgraceful end, Nixon still found time to provide piano accompaniment to the legendary singer Pearl Bailey at a White House dinner on March 7, 1974.

"President Nixon and Pearl Bailey, performing as an impromptu 'Dick and Pearl Show,' momentarily upstaged Watergate, the energy crisis, troubles in the Middle East and the economy Thursday night," raved the Washington Post, the very paper whose investigative reporters broke the story of the Watergate scandal. It was at the end of her scheduled solo performance before the attendees of the Midwinter Governors' Conference that Ms. Bailey invited the president onstage and coerced him into taking over at the piano. "You don't play as well as I sing," she joked, "but I don't sing as well as you govern." After he played a few bars of "Home on the Range," Ms. Bailey interrupted, "Mr. President, I wanted to sing a song, not ride a horse." "Wild Irish Rose" and "God Bless America" went over much better, and between the president's game spirit and Ms. Bailey's famous combination of beautiful singing and lightning quick banter, the performance was judged a great success. The Washington Post quoted California Governor Ronald Reagan calling the evening "absolutely tops," and Vice President Ford saying, "I laughed so much I cried."

This was not the first time Pearl Bailey had performed for the president. She was a longtime friend and political supporter of Nixon's, and was given the honorary title "Ambassador of Love" at a White House performance in 1970. Nor was this the first time that Richard Nixon had publicly played the piano. Like Harry Truman before him, Nixon was a competent amateur pianist, and even a bit of a composer. While his performance with Pearl Bailey on this day in 1974 may not have been filmed, those who are curious about Nixon's musical talents can check out his 1963 television appearance on The Jack Paar Program.
(History.com Staff)

DID YOU KNOW THAT both a sneeze and a cough have one goal in mind: getting rid of whatever is bugging your body. Unfortunately, getting rid of germs in such a violent method means spreading germs in a rather large spray of saliva, mucus, irritants and caught viruses (which can live on surfaces for hours at a time). Sprays can be a little difficult to track, but some enterprising scientists have managed to make a rough estimate. A cough can travel as fast as 50 mph and expel almost 3,000 droplets in just one go. Sneezes win though—they can travel up to 100 mph and create upwards of 100,000 droplets. Yikes!

Let this be a lesson to all our friends with colds or allergies—you have a high speed cannon on your face capable of expelling all sorts of foreign bugs and germs, so cover your cough or sneeze with your sleeve in the bend of your arm, not your hands (and carry tissues. Just in case).
(from lung.org)

WORD OF THE DAY: benighted (bih-NAHY-tid) which means intellectually or morally ignorant; unenlightened. Benighted originally meant, in the 16th century, “overtaken by darkness before one has reached home, lodging, or safety.” Its only modern sense, “intellectually or morally ignorant,” dates from the 17th century.

St. James Township Documents

for March 7, 2018

Supervisor's Lens

Finance Minutes

030518 - FINANCE REPORT

030518 - GENERAL FUND

030518 - MUNICIPAL DOCK

030618 - SEWER USE FUND

030618 - STREET AND ROAD

030718 - AIRPORT COMMISSION -- SNOWBLOWER ATTACHMENT REIMBURSEMENT

030718 - ELECTION TO TERMINATE PENSION PLAN

030718 - REGULAR MEETING AGENDA

030718 -PRESS RELEASE

Recreation Passport Grant Timeline

2018 - RESOLUTION TO ESTABLISHMENT PAYMENT TO BIESA IN LIEU OF EMS MILLAGE

2018 - TREASURY SALARY

2018- ADOPT PARKS AND RECREATION PLAN

2018- CLERK SALARY

2018- SUPERVISOR SALARY

2018- TRUSTEE SALARY

020718 - DRAFT - REGULAR MEETING

020718 -DRAFT - SPECIAL MEETING

021218 - DRAFT PUBLIC HEARING - SPECIAL MEETING

Interesting Historical Perspective of EMS and Dental Practice on the Island

October 2003


This meeting was recorded as part of the BI Historical Society project.  It took place on October 21, 2003.  It represents an amazing group of island residents and summer residents as part of the BIRHC Board and a Peaine Township Hall full of interested persons.  Sometimes, the historical perspectives are most important, and this meeting shows the efforts and the desires of the community and board members at that time.


It also shows and entirely different viewpoint from the modern history regarding both of these entities and the BIRHC board and management.  In this historical meeting the board made certain that the medical knowledge was represented on the committee and advisors related to the dental practice negotiation.  This medical knowledge was seen as necessary for the committee, and that the advisor should be someone knowledgeable in the field.


Discussion also took place about the requirements of the Open Meeting Act and the number of board members present to require the meeting be open to the public.  The decisions were determined to have to be made in an open meeting. Accusations about violation of the Act were presented at this meeting, and these issues continue even today.  The statement was made that the BIRHC is obligated to follow the Freedom of Information Act.  

The board and its leadership in 2003

Joe Moore, Director of EMS, and Angel Welke, on the phone, gave a report on the progress of local licensing of an aircraft for emergency transport of patients.

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Some heated discussion took place with Jerry Sowa asking pointed questions about proedures with Don Spencer replying.

Gerald LaFreniere on the board asking about the motions made with Paul Nelson talking about negotiation with the dentist.

The committee to negotiate with the dentist, Dr. Wendy White, was formed to include medical people with Dr. Nelson as an advisor.

Questions are asked about public input and Open Meetings Act and FOIA

Dr. White asks about others coming to provide care: "Will they need to pay based upon census?"

Eula Thomas asks a question.

View video of this historic meeting HERE

This Tail-End of Winter

by Cindy Ricksgers

Christian Church Bulletin

March 4, 2018

BIBCO Hires New General Manager


BEAVER ISLAND, MI - The Board of directors of the Beaver Island Boat Company (BIBCO) announced that effective immediately, Tim McQueer, will be taking over the day to day decision making as BIBCO’s General Manager. McQueer has previously held the position as BIBCO’s Operation Manager, having been with the company for 15 years.


Margo Marks, has been working for BIBCO for over 17 years as the President and General Manager, and will be retiring in early June of 2018, to allow Marks to spend more time with her family. Approaching retirement, Marks will retain her position as President during the next few months of transition and assist McQueer at BIBCO.


BIBCO’s Board of Directors feel it is a natural decision in moving McQueer into the new role. “He holds the confidence of the board, the trust of the crew and the respect of the Beaver Island Transportation Authority and the Beaver Island Community. He has tremendous knowledge of all aspects of the company,” said Bill McDonough, CEO of BIBCO.


McQueer has lived in Northern Michigan his entire life choosing to remain in Michigan when his family relocated to Kentucky.

“I love northern Michigan and I couldn’t see myself living anywhere else,” McQueer said.

McQueer retired from the U.S. Army reserve at the rank of First Sergeant in April of 2016.

McQueer credits the BIBCO Staff and Management for allowing him the time and flexibility to serve and states, “I am grateful for this opportunity to continue to work with the BIBCO employees, Island residents, local businesses, and visitors' and I am excited about the future of the Boat Company and the island.”

Tuesday AM Update for Barge and Tug

After working some long hours yesterday, the tug Shamrock, and the Petroqueen are just off the end of the partially sunken barge next to the Martin Gas and Oil dock. The pictures and video show how close this is to the final destination of docking.

 

Cutting Your Own Path to Success

There is certainly no other way to describe the efforts of getting the Shamrock and the Petroqueen to its dock. This effort is definitely the most exciting event going on here on the island right now. First, a trip from Manistique accompanied by the Mackinaw icebreaker going all around the archipelago on the west and coming up from the south end of the island, and up the east side. Next is a trip into the harbor to Whiskey point. Having resolved the fuel crisis for the island with all these efforts, you would think that the story would end here, but Buddy Martin was and is intent on getting his vessel tied up to his own dock.

From augering holes and cutting ice to the use of heavy equipment on the ice of Paradise Bay, the Shamrock and the Petroqueen are approaching the dock through more than one foot of ice. This story just continues, but may come to an end today or tomorrow as the vessel is getting very close to its destination.

(Pictures and video courtesy of Ruth Gregg)

 

The editor was off the island on Monday. Thank you Ruth for covering this for BINN.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

March 6, 2018

Thank you all for the kind words, jokes, etc. after my post last night. You have no idea how much all that support means. By the way, there's nothing "brave" about it, I just listened to what Muggs told me, and watched how she dealt with it. She's MY hero in heaven.

Ok, on to the weather (boy, am I glad we came home yesterday afternoon)... this morning we have mostly cloudy skies, 26°, feels like 10°, wind is from the east at 17 mph with gusts to 24 mph, humidity is at 82%, pressure is rising from 29.93 inches, and visibility is 7.8 miles.
TODAY: Chance of snow in the morning then snow in the afternoon. Highs in the lower 30s. East winds 10 to 15 mph with gusts to around 30 mph.
TONIGHT: Cloudy. Snow likely in the evening then a chance of snow after midnight. Lows in the mid 20s. North winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 30 mph.

ON THIS DATE of March 6, 1899 Bayer patents aspirin.

Now the most common drug in household medicine cabinets, acetylsalicylic acid was originally made from a chemical found in the bark of willow trees. In its primitive form, the active ingredient, salicin, was used for centuries in folk medicine, beginning in ancient Greece when Hippocrates used it to relieve pain and fever. Known to doctors since the mid-19thcentury, it was used sparingly due to its unpleasant taste and tendency to damage the stomach.

In 1897, Bayer employee Felix Hoffman found a way to create a stable form of the drug that was easier and more pleasant to take. (Some evidence shows that Hoffman’s work was really done by a Jewish chemist, Arthur Eichengrun, whose contributions were covered up during the Nazi era.) After obtaining the patent rights, Bayer began distributing aspirin in powder form to physicians to give to their patients one gram at a time. The brand name came from “a” for acetyl, “spir” from the spirea plant (a source of salicin) and the suffix “in,” commonly used for medications. It quickly became the number-one drug worldwide.

Aspirin was made available in tablet form and without a prescription in 1915. Two years later, when Bayer’s patent expired during the First World War, the company lost the trademark rights to aspirin in various countries. After the United States entered the war against Germany in April 1917, the Alien Property Custodian, a government agency that administers foreign property, seized Bayer’s U.S. assets. Two years later, the Bayer company name and trademarks for the United States and Canada were auctioned off and purchased by Sterling Products Company, later Sterling Winthrop, for $5.3 million.

Bayer became part of IG Farben, the conglomerate of German chemical industries that formed the financial heart of the Nazi regime. After World War II, the Allies split apart IG Farben, and Bayer again emerged as an individual company. Its purchase of Miles Laboratories in 1978 gave it a product line including Alka-Seltzer and Flintstones and One-A-Day Vitamins. In 1994, Bayer bought Sterling Winthrop’s over-the-counter business, gaining back rights to the Bayer name and logo and allowing the company once again to profit from American sales of its most famous product.

DID YOU KNOW THAT in July of 2013, scientists grow teeth out of urine? From a July 31, 2013, CBS news report comes that story: Scientists in China have successfully grown teeth out of stem cells found in urine, possibly leading the way towards being able to regenerate our dental structures.

Researchers from the Guangzhou Institutes of Biomedicine and Health removed stem cells from urine, and used those cells to grow teeth in a laboratory. The study was published in Cell Regeneration Journal on July 30.

The researchers said the tooth-like structures had dental pulp, dentin, enamel space and an enamel organ, but they were not as hard as natural teeth. This wouldn't make them a viable way to grow teeth right now, but future research may lead to that one day.

Dr. John C. Comisi, a dentist in Ithaca, N.Y. and a spokesperson of the Academy of General Dentistry , told CBSNews.com that urine contains a lot of material that is removed from the body -- including cells -- so it makes sense that it could be used in this manner.

"This is not something new -- just the medium from which the stem cell growth is coming from is unusual," he said.

Urine might not be the answer to a perfect smile because it contains contaminants and, as the study showed, the overall viability of the cells taken from urine was poor and failed to produce strong specimens, Comisi explained.

Chris Mason, a stem cell scientist at University College London, said to the BBC that this study just showed that urine wouldn't be a viable way to regenerate teeth.

""It is probably one of the worst sources, there are very few cells in the first place and the efficiency of turning them into stem cells is very low," he said. "You just wouldn't do it in this way."

Comisi pointed out that the science of regenerating teeth from stem cells has been around for more a decade. Other studies have used bone marrow or baby teeth. The research is so promising that Comisi knows some companies that are cryogenically storing baby teeth for future use. However, he estimates that science is still three to five years away from being able to regenerate teeth.

Mason added that another challenge would be figuring out how to get the newly grown teeth to root and work with existing teeth.

"This is an exciting possibility, but it still doesn't take us away from taking care of ourselves day to day," Comisi said. "We still have to take responsibility to take care of us. This means exercising, eating right and taking care of our teeth in an appropriate way."

WORD OF THE DAY: ergophobia (ur-guh-FOH-bee-uh) which means an abnormal fear of work; an aversion to work. Ergophobia, “abnormal fear of or aversion to work,” is formed from two Greek nouns commonly used to form words in English: érgon “work” and the combining form -phobía “fear.” Greek dialects preserve the original form wérgon, which comes directly from Proto-Indo-European wérgom, the source of Germanic werkam (English work). The combining form -phobía is a derivative of phóbos “flight, fear, panic fear,” from Proto-Indo-European bhógwos, a derivative of the root bhegw- “to run,” which appears in Slavic (Polish) biegać “to run.” Ergophobia entered English in the early 20th century.

My Life as a Gold Propector

by Mike Moore

My life as a gold prospector.

I've decided to look for a little gold in the streams around where I live. Now, rest assured that a super-majority of folks think I'm nuts.

They also think there's no gold to be found anywhere around here.

Well, I set about looking for interesting spots via satellite imagery. There's this canyon that looked interesting. Unfortunately (according to the sattelite image) the highway nearby looks a little... precarious. Look closely at the picture, and you'll see what I mean.

Well, me and a buddy went to a less precarious spot a couple of weeks ago. He discovered that his left boot leaked. I discovered that my waders leaked badly in the crotch. Glacier fed streams are cold, by the way.

This Saturday was nice and sunny, and I decided that after a quick lunch, I'd set about repairing my waders.

I had a half of a sandwich, but it was a little dry. I figured that some of my homemade ranch dressing would do nicely. I reached in the fridge to nab the shaker bottle.

For some reason, this batch of dressing was extra thick (possibly because I refuse to measure anything or follow a recipe). Anyhow, I gave the container a serious shake.

Unfortunately, one of my daughters hadn't snapped the lid closed, and globs of ranch flew in a 10 foot arc around the kitchen.

I cleaned this up, muttering to myself and tried to enjoy the sandwich.

The sun was still shining (a rarity around here) so I figured now was the time to fix those waders.

Now, owing in part to the great ranch incident that happened moments before, I decided to read the instructions first.

I had seen the infomercial- you know the one. A guy sprays this stuff on a screen, and uses it for the bottom of a boat, etc. It'll fix your gutters, look at how even and watertight the seal is!

I carefully looked at the can. Ventilation was mentioned. Eye protection. Hand protection.

Knowing that these sections of instructions are meant for amateurs, I turned my attention to not getting the rubber junk on me.

Before leaving the house, my wife had suggested turning the waders inside out first. It was a clever idea, but I wasn't sold on it.

With my luck, the rubber goop would attach to my crotch when wearing the waders. I'd have to be surgically removed from them. That might be embarrassing.

No, my patches would go on the outside.

I put the waders in the grass just off the patio, shook the can, and began spraying.

The goop came out even- until it didn't- globbing up in random portions.

The crotch of a pair of waders is an awkward spot to spray- you can never get the whole thing. I'd wait for the rubber goop to quit bubbling (hoping of course that this was an appropriate chemical reaction), and then move the legs a bit to get a bit further in the hind section.

While I was at it, I figured I might as well do the leg seams.

Once I had satisfactorily gooped every seam, and all the places where I had experienced icy crotch, I stood back to admire my work.

Then I checked the patio.

Not a speck of mess.

I checked my shoes.

Perfectly clear.

Not a drop on my hands.

I read a bit more on the can. It said to let the stuff cure for 48 hours with plenty of air. I figured it'd cure best if I hung them up.

I took them over to the fence, and my neighbor's labs started hollering at me.

I reassured them that I wasn't weedwhacking, and it was just me, and remember the other day when I gave you a treat?

Well, as soon as I put one foot of the waders over the fence, the dogs reached DefCon freakout- Code Red. Barking and howling something fierce. Scratching and carrying on.

I peeked through a section of the fence to make eye contact.

I reassured them that all was well, and put the other foot up.

That's when they launched themselves at the fence and the evil rubber intruder at the top of it.

The sticky rubber crotch of my waders hit me right the the chest, then fell to my jeans, before landing on my foot.

I put the waders back up in a sign of open defiance and went back to read the can.

In case of skin contact, soap and water.

That must have been a typo. There is no soap known to man that can take that stuff off. You're better off with sandpaper or an angle grinder.

I gave up on the pants and shirt. They're in the pile of clothes I'm supposed to wear when I do things like this.

Anyhow, I panned the last bucket of material I brought back from the river.

I found some iron and magnetite, but no gold. No tracks, rubbing, scat, or any other sign that gold was nearby.

I'll be looking sharp in those waders though, huh?

Hope they're watertight on the inside when I take that road to the canyon.

Oh, I'll find gold eventually. Anybody can do it. It's just that not everybody can look as good as me in my supercrotch waders when they find it.

Incidentally, if you'd like to drop a few nuggets in the streams around here, that might help.

Just sayin'

Phyllis' Daily Weather

March 5, 2018

Today's the big day, we fly over at 11 to get the results of the PET scan (gulp). The thyroid biopsy came back clear and I'll just have to go once a year to have that checked, but today is the big one. We're hoping to get back on the 4:30 flight, so not a long time gone. In the meantime, I'll post another MIke Moore tale when I'm done with this.

We have clear skies, 23°, feels like 12°, wind is at 11 mph from the east, humidity is at 66%, pressure is steady at 30.38 inches, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Sunny. Highs in the mid 30s. East winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 30 mph.
TONIGHT: Mostly clear in the evening, then becoming mostly cloudy. Lows in the mid 20s. East winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 30 mph.

ON THIS DATE of March 5, 1966 Staff Sergeant Barry Sadler hits #1 with “Ballad Of The Green Berets”

Thanks to Hollywood, America’s collective memory of the Vietnam War is now inextricably linked with the popular music of that era. More specifically, it is linked with the music of the late-60s counterculture and antiwar movement. But opposition to the war was far from widespread back in 1966—a fact that was reflected not just in popular opinion polls, but in the pop charts, too. Near the very height of U.S. involvement in the Vietnam War, on March 5, 1966, American popular-music fans made a #1 hit out of a song called “The Ballad Of The Green Berets” by Staff Sergeant Barry Sadler.

Sadler was exactly what his name and uniform implied he was: a real-life, active-duty member of the United States Army Special Forces—the elite unit popularly known as the Green Berets. In early 1965, Sadler suffered a severe punji stick injury that brought a premature end to his tour of duty as a combat medic in Vietnam. During his long hospitalization back in the United States, Sadler, an aspiring musician prior to the war, wrote and submitted to music publishers an epic ballad that eventually made its way in printed form to Robin Moore, author of the then-current nonfiction book called The Green Berets. Moore worked with Sadler to whittle his 12-verse original down to a pop-radio-friendly length, and Sadler recorded the song himself in late 1965, first for distribution only within the military, and later for RCA when the original took off as an underground hit. Within two weeks of its major-label release, The Ballad of the Green Berets had sold more than a million copies, going on to become Billboard magazine’s #1 single for all of 1966.

While it would not be accurate to call “The Ballad Of The Green Berets” a pro-war song, it was certainly a song that enjoyed popularity among those who opposed the growing anti-war movement. A year after “Green Berets” came out, Buffalo Springfield would release the anti-war anthem “For What It’s Worth,” which continues to be Hollywood’s go-to choice for many films and television programs depicting American involvement in the Vietnam War. On this day in 1966, however, the American airwaves belonged to a clean cut, uniformed member of the U.S. Army and his anti-antiwar epic.

"Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret

Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the Green Berets

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret

Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his last request

Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret."
(History of the day)

DID YOU KNOW THAT a katydid bug hears through holes in its hind legs? o here’s how a katydid hears. Step one: the two eardrums captures sound, just as ours do. Step two: the tympanal plate sends these vibrations into the fluid-filled auditory vesicle, amplifying them in the process. Step three: the waves travel down the crista acustica, whose cells respond to the various frequencies and send that information to the insect’s nervous system. It’s the same set-up as in our own ears, but in structures that are a hundred times smaller.

Despite the similarities, there are obvious differences between the katydid’s ears and our own, besides the location, and the paired eardrums. Our cochleas hold between 17,000 and 24,000 hair cells, while the katydids only have 14 to 70. Those cells cover a range of frequencies between 10 and 50 kiloHertz. That spans around three very high-pitched octaves, and it’s much broader than the only sounds that katydids make to each other – a courtship note of around 18 to 23 kHz. Montealagre-Z thinks that the insects have evolved to hear other sounds beyond their own serenades – perhaps they high-frequency calls of hunting bats. (Discover magazine)

WORD OF THE DAY: peculate (PEK-yuh-leyt) to steal or take dishonestly (money, especially public funds, or property entrusted to one's care); embezzle. Peculate derives from the Latin past participle and noun pecūlātus “embezzled, embezzlement,” derivative of the verb pecūlārī “to embezzle,” and itself a derivative of pecūlium “wealth in cattle, private property.” Latin suffers from an embarras de richesses of terms relating to misappropriation of public funds, embezzlement, and peculation. The Latin root noun behind all the corruption is pecu “cattle, large cattle,” the source of pecūnia “movable property, riches, wealth, money.” Latin pecu comes all but unchanged from Proto-Indo-European pek-, peku- “wealth, livestock, movable property.” Peku- becomes fehu- in Germanic, feoh “cattle, goods, money” in Old English, and fee in English. Peculate entered English in the 18th century.

52 Lists for Happiness Project #10

by Cindy Ricksgers

Update on Shamrock and Petroqueen

This photo was taken by KK Belfy Antkoviak while the Crockpot Cook-off and Celebrity Games were happening.

As the volleyball game was getting underway, Courtney Moore Pelcha got these photos.

There have certainly been plenty of discussion about having the trucks on the ice, but then there was an airplane on the ice, and that put things over the top. When would you see a tug in the ice surrounded by a couple of trucks and an airplane? Just about only one place, Paradise Bay, Beaver Island.

Then the plan changed and the idea was to get the tug and the barge to their home dock. How are you going to do that if there is more than 12 inches of ice covering the harbor? Well, you auger holes and use a chain saw to cut the ice between the holes, don't you?

There is still a little way to go to get the tug and barge up next to the Martin Gas and Oil Dock, but the tug and barge are tied to the old barge at that dock.

Here's a picture of the tug and barge taken from Buddy's dock.

 

Holy Cross Bulletin

March 2018

Mass from Holy Cross

Pictures from Saturday service

Pictures from Sunday service

View Saturday Excerpts and Sunday Mass from Holy Cross HERE

Phyllis' Daily Weather

March 4, 2018

Mother Nature has given us a beautiful weekend, while she churned out horrific weather for the east coast. Hopefully, she'll calm down and it will be lovely from coast to coast. We've has a great weekend with our oldest daughter, Courtney. Although she only lives in Indian River, and works at McLaren in Petoskey, she hadn't been home since August. We do get to see her when I go for my appointments though. Hopefully it won't be so long until the next visit. Another Mike Moore tale coming up shortly for you to enjoy and laugh through. Right now, on the island, I'm showing 24°, feels like 17°, mostly cloudy skies, wind is at 6 mph from the east, humidity is at 79%, pressure is steady at 30.56 inches, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Mostly cloudy. Highs in the upper 30s. East winds at 10 mph with gusts to around 20 mph.
TONIGHT: Partly cloudy. Lows around 16°. East winds 5 to 10 mph with gusts to around 25 mph.

ON THIS DATE of March 4, 1868, Jesse Chisholm, who blazed one of the West’s most famous trails, dies in Oklahoma of food poisoning.

Although the trail named for him later came to be one of the major cattle-drive routes between Texas and Kansas, Jesse Chisholm was a frontier trader, not a cattleman. Born in Tennessee of a Scottish father and a Cherokee mother, Chisholm was among the early pioneers who moved west into what is now the state of Arkansas. In his 20s, he joined a community of Cherokee Indians in northwestern Arkansas and became a frontier trader. His familiarity with both Anglo and Native American culture and language (he could reportedly speak 14 different Indian dialects) helped him build a thriving trade with the Osage, Wichita, Kiowa, and Commanche.

Chisholm’s knowledge of the Native Americans also made him useful to government officials. The U.S. was eager to negotiate treaties with the tribes in the region, and Chisholm served as a liaison between tribal leaders and federal officials at several important councils. Many Indian leaders trusted and respected Chisholm, and he successfully negotiated for the release of numerous Anglo captives taken by the Kiowa and Commanche.

Chisholm’s vast knowledge of southwestern geography were invaluable in trailblazing. He led several important expeditions into the Southwest during the 1830s and 1840s, and during the Civil War opened a trading post near present-day Wichita, Kansas. Following the war, he blazed one of the first trading routes south down from Wichita to the Red River in central Texas. Eventually extended all the way south to the Gulf of Mexico, the trading route became known as the Chisholm Trail.

A straight wagon road with easy river crossings and few steep grades, Chisholm designed his trail for the lumbering heavy freight wagons used for commerce. In 1867, a year before Chisholm died, his trail also began to be used for a different purpose: cattle drives. The rapidly growing Texas cattle industry needed to move its herds north to the railheads in Kansas, and Chisholm’s gentle trail provided an ideal route. During the next five years, more than a million head traveled up the road, trampling down a path that was in some places 200 to 400 yards wide. Hooves and the erosion of wind and water eventually cut the trail down below the level of the plains it crossed, permanently carving Chisholm’s Trail into the face of the earth and guaranteeing its lasting fame. Traces of the trail may still be seen to this day.

DID YOU KNOW THAT while zebras and horses are often considered to be totally different animals they can breed with each other to create 'zebroids'. Zebras will also mate with donkeys and produce 'zonkeys'.

WORD OF THE DAY: seriocomic (seer-ee-oh-KOM-ik) which means partly serious and parly comic. Seriocomic was first recorded in 1775-85. It links the words serious and comic with -o-, the typical ending of the first element of compounds of Greek origin, often used in English as a connective irrespective of etymology.

Of Hangovers and Horses

by Mike Moore

Of hangovers and horses.

I had mentioned never riding a horse in a conversation at some point when I was a teenager. A girl I knew, who had horses, felt that this was an injustice, and set to remedy it.

It was late summer.

Since this was prior to the dawn of bad advice being available on the internet, I asked other people.

I wanted to be prepared.

"Don't let them know that you're nervous, they can sense that."

This was difficult. What kind of animal can read your mind? If it can read my mind, can it control my thoughts?

Can it smell fear? What would fear smell like? What if I'm nervous about not letting the horse know that I'm trying to not let the horse know I'm nervous?

Clint Eastwood didn't look nervous. I figured he just didn't think too hard about it. This would be my mindset.

The girl talked to me as we leaned against the fence. Instructions were given.

"Don't let them know you're nervous."

Come on! This again...

"Just go on in, pet the horse and let it smell you."

I strode in, Eastwood style. Walked right up to the horse, and let it smell me. I went to its back and petted it.

The horse moved slightly and stepped on my pinky toe.

Clint Eastwood didn't wear flip flops.

I don't know if they can smell fear, but horses can understand curse words.

He turned his head. His eyes got big, and somewhere after "dirty, rotten," and some unkind words about it's mother, the horse moved it's foot off of my toe.

The girl watched.

"Probably should have better shoes. Bet that hurt"

"Yep." Must. Throbbing toe. Maintain. Throbbing toe. Eastwood. My poor pinky toe!

We get saddled up, and we cruise down some trails.

Somehow, she's able to talk to my horse to make it do things. I just hold on.

"Let's canter."

"What's that?"

I didn't know if that was a thing horses did, or a thing teenagers did. Growing up on a small island had its drawbacks.

"You'll see."

With that, her horse shot forward. She muttered something in horse-speak over her shoulder, and my horse shot out from underneath me. I held on to the saddle horn, and survived.

I discovered that cantering is something horses do.

It feels like a gallop, but apparently that's something entirely different.

It was a fun time, and I got invited back late on the fall. It was early morning, and it was really cold and icy.

The horse smelled me.

I wore boots.

We took a trail, and then were coming back on a gravel road.

She said, " Let's canter," and I held on.

After about a quarter mile, she stopped her horse, but mine kept going. She hollered horse speak, but my horse wasn't having it.

"Pull back on the reins!" She yelled.

I did. I said, "Whoa." I said stop in Spanish and German.

I tried pulling back hard. I tried gentle jerking motions.

The horse didn't stop.

Then, we hit a section of road that had a ton of potholes.

Potholes that were full of water.

Frozen water.

Horses don't have snowtires or traction control. Let me tell you, a runaway horse on ice is not a comfortable thing.

After another quarter mile of sliding on ice, for no apparent reason, the horse stopped. Maybe it sensed that I was looking for the ejection button.

I took a break from riding for a good long while.

It was summer. I had to go in on Saturday to take the ACT test for college. So, I did what any responsible kid would do, and stayed out late that Friday night.

I enjoyed myself aplenty. The girl was there, and told me to come riding after telling of my mishaps to all who would hear.

When I got home, feeling no pain, I told my folks I'd need a ride to the stables at 8, and then I'd get picked up around 9 to get ready for the test.

Why wasn't I going to drive myself?

Have you not been reading my eariler posts?

Anyhow, sleep came easy that night.

At 7:45, my dear mother came and woke me up. That was not easy. The world was fuzzy and tended to tip a bit in random directions.

"Let's go- you said you needed to go riding at 8."

Well, I couldn't hardly explain my predicament.

How could staying out late eating a healthy blend of juices and reading poetry make my head hurt so much?

It just didn't seem believable.

We went to the car. The sun was a laser cutting into the very base of my brain. I hobbled inside for sunglasses.

"Stay out too late last night?" my Mom chuckled.

"It's just bright, Mom."

I get in the car, and it's like 90 degrees inside already, the dust from our roads leaving a film on everything inside.

I roll down the window.

Mom drops me off, and the girl is standing at the fence.

"Where's the saddles?"

"Today we're riding bareback."

"What do you hold on to, I mean, how do you steer?"

I knew I needed to hold onto something- I just put the steering part in to sound less like a fool.

"Hold the mane."

Well, we go off on a trail, and the girl runs her horse over a log and up a really steep bank.

My horse stops.

She turns around, speaking horse, and my horse lurches up and over- me white-knuckling the mane as my legs flop in the air behind.

We're on the beach, and the horses start running.

It's going ok, but then my center of gravity moves off during a bounce. Just an inch or so.

The next bounce brings another inch. This continues a few times until I'm thrown from the horse.

The horse, of course, keeps running.

Now, keep in mind that I'm not feeling altogether well. It's hot. I've been jostled six ways from Sunday, and now been tossed like a candy wrapper at full canter or whatever. My sunglasses are mangled beyond repair.

The girl comes back with the horses.

"Let's take them in the water- just climb off if the water goes over their back."

I climb on my horse with the elegance of a sumo wrestler covered in oil, and we head for the water.

The horses drink. Then they move deeper.

Water at their knees.

Water up to their butts.

Water at their back.

I slide off and swim beside horses.

They keep going. We're in about 8 feet of water.

I dive down and open my eyes.

It is magical.

Horses beating their legs in underwater rhythm as shafts of sunlight dart through the blues of Lake Michigan.

When I come up for air, I feel amazing. Completely cured of all my ailments.

I go and take the test- scoring so high that I get scholarship money for every semester that I attend college.

It's all about the test preparation. Stay out late, get thrown from a horse, and take a swim.

Maybe I should be a guidance counselor.

Crockpot Cookoff and Celebrity VB and BB

March 2, 2018

Before....................After

Cheerleaders in the dark

Before............................After

The amazing culinary efforts of the Beaver Island community never ceases to amaze the editor of BINN. There was an interesting assortment of crockpot dishes available from hot chili to mild chili, beef to venison, seafood chowder to lake trout chowder to chicken corn chowder. There was macaroni and cheese, Asian noodles, and mashed potatoes and gravy. There was cornbread, homemade bread, and lots of cookies, brownies, and desserts.

The food was fantastic with a variety that allowed all to enjoy the night, even those that had made a Lenten promise. This was a Friday, so many had fish to consume, and that was not difficult with the many choices available. Every single dish was delicious, as this editor santed to check a small spoonful of each. The winner was Kathy Ehinger, but she was not present. According to the rules, you have to be present to win, so the tropy went to Ralph Williamson, but every single dish was worthy of honors. There is a video clip of all the available food available on the page below.

There was a joyous and exceptionally hilarious set of games that took place after the food. There was a mom's versus Lady Islander volleyball game as well as a dad's versus Islander basketball game. Although each of these games started off with the traditional number of players on the court, the games ended with all the team members on the court, which added to the hilarity and the joy that all seemed to get out of this special evening.

In addtiion to the games, there was a very interesting BIRobot demonstration and an spirit-filled cheerleader performance in between the games and during the halftime of the basketball. All in all, this was a wonder-filled, joyous, and hilarius event organized by Deb Robert, MC'd by Will Cwikel and Adam Richards, and cooked by island residents!

In addition, the editor's daughter, Courtney, was home and learning to use one of the Canon cameras. She took some excellent photos of the event while the editor work on the video camera. The photos will be present in two separate galleries below. The video will be on another page linked below as well.

Courtney's volleyball gallery of photos

Courtney's BIRobot gallery of photos

Courtney's basketball gallery of photos 1

Halftime 50's Dance

Courtney's basketball gallery of photos 2

Courtney's basketball gallery of photos 3 All In

Editor's gallery of photos

View video of the event HERE

Andy Tennessen, a Strangite, Interview in 2005

This video was an interview done by Shamus Noorgaard in 2005. It is part of the collection of the Beaver Island Historical Society project, and this one is a continuation of the project begun by Robert Cole. Mr. Tennessen speaks about his decision to become a Strangite.

View video of the interview HERE

Phyllis' Daily Weather

March 3, 2018

A wee bit chilly outside this morning. Right now I'm showing 16°, wind is from the north, humidity is at 91%, pressure is at 30.58 inches, clear skies, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Sunny. Highs in the mid 30s. Light winds.
TONIGHT: Partly cloudy. Lows around 19°. Light winds.

ON THIS DATE of March 3, 1887, Anne Sullivan begins teaching six-year-old Helen Keller, who lost her sight and hearing after a severe illness at the age of 19 months. Under Sullivan’s tutelage, including her pioneering “touch teaching” techniques, the previously uncontrollable Keller flourished, eventually graduating from college and becoming an international lecturer and activist. Sullivan, later dubbed “the miracle worker,” remained Keller’s interpreter and constant companion until the older woman’s death in 1936.

Sullivan, born in Massachusetts in 1866, had firsthand experience with being handicapped: As a child, an infection impaired her vision. She then attended the Perkins Institution for the Blind where she learned the manual alphabet in order to communicate with a classmate who was deaf and blind. Eventually, Sullivan had several operations that improved her weakened eyesight.

Helen Adams Keller was born on June 27, 1880, to Arthur Keller, a former Confederate army officer and newspaper publisher, and his wife Kate, of Tuscumbia, Alabama. As a baby, a brief illness, possibly scarlet fever, left Helen unable to see, hear or speak. She was considered a bright but spoiled and strong-willed child. Her parents eventually sought the advice of Alexander Graham Bell, the inventor of the telephone and an authority on the deaf. He suggested the Kellers contact the Perkins Institution, which in turn recommended Anne Sullivan as a teacher.

Sullivan, age 20, arrived at Ivy Green, the Keller family estate, in 1887 and began working to socialize her wild, stubborn student and teach her by spelling out words in Keller’s hand. Initially, the finger spelling meant nothing to Keller. However, a breakthrough occurred one day when Sullivan held one of Keller’s hands under water from a pump and spelled out “w-a-t-e-r” in Keller’s palm. Keller went on to learn how to read, write and speak. With Sullivan’s assistance, Keller attended Radcliffe College and graduated with honors in 1904.

Helen Keller became a public speaker and author; her first book, “The Story of My Life” was published in 1902. She was also a fundraiser for the American Foundation for the Blind and an advocate for racial and sexual equality, as well as socialism. From 1920 to 1924, Sullivan and Keller even formed a vaudeville act to educate the public and earn money. Helen Keller died on June 1, 1968, at her home in Westport, Connecticut, at age 87, leaving her mark on the world by helping to alter perceptions about the disabled.

DID YOU KNOW THAT Wilma Flintstone's maiden name was Wilma Slaghoopal, and Betty Rubble's maiden name was Betty Jean McBricker?

WORD OF THE DAY: tzimmes (TSIM-is) which means fuss; uproar; hulabaloo. Tzimmes comes from Yiddish tsimes and is related to Swabian German zimmes, zimbes “compote, stew” and Swiss German zimis “lunch.” The German noun is a compound word, originally a prepositional phrase, formed from Middle High German z, ze, an unstressed variant of zuo “at, to” (German zu) and the Middle High German noun imbiz, imbīz “snack, light meal” (German Imbiss). Imbiz is a derivative of Old High German enbīzan “to take nourishment,” which is related to English in and bite. Tzimmes entered English in the late 19th century.

St. James Finance Committee Meeting Scheduled

March 5, 2018, 9 a.m. Governmental Center

Beaver Island Community School Weekly Update


March 2nd, 2018

Tonight the Annual Crock-Pot Cook-off and Celebrity Games—5:00 pm to 7:00 pm
Join the Beaver Island Sports Boosters tonight, March 2nd for the annual Crock-Pot Cook-Off!  In addition to the tasty meals coming out of the crock-pots, entertainment will be provided by the BICS Boys Basketball and Girls Volleyball teams as they take on special guests. In addition, halftime entertainment will feature appearances by the BICS Cheerleaders and BI Robot. Dinner starts at 5:00 pm, with the games starting at 6:00 pm. There is no charge for dinner, but an opportunity to make a free-will donation will be available.

Community Concert Kudos!
Thanks to all of you who came out to join us today for today’s noon Community Concert! The BICS strings students joined The Cummings String Quartet and created some wonderful music today! This concert, and music education at BICS, could not be possible without the support of the Dorothy Gerber Strings Program, a project of the Charlevoix Circle of Arts. In addition to the Charlevoix Circle of Arts, today’s concert was made possible with support from the Charlevoix County Community Foundation and the Beaver Island Cultural Arts Association. We also thank the Beaver Island Community Center for providing their beautiful auditorium for today’s concert.

Lego Club 1:00 p.m., Saturday, March 3rd    
Lego Club at the Beaver Island District Library on Saturday March 3nd at 1:00 pm.

Model UN Conference March 6th-10th
The BICS Model UN team travels to the Kalamazoo Radison Hotel Conference Center for the Mid-American Model United Nations conference, March 6th through 10th. The conference hosts approximately 500 high school students from the Great Lakes region and features five General Assembly committees, three Economic and Social Council committees, a week-long Security Council and ad hoc crisis committees. The BICS students participating are fourth-year veteran Forrest Avery, second-year students Riley Williamson, Quinn Jones, and Susi Meyers, and newcomers Katie LaFreniere, Elisha Richards, Zander Drost, and Jared Robert. The countries represented by Beaver Island in past years have been Belarus, Libya, and Finland. This year, the team hails from Switzerland! The team is eager for the grueling but exciting week of deliberation, debate and compromise. Some of the twenty-eight items to be considered by our BICS students: nuclear disarmament, the role of diamonds in fueling conflict, the advancement of women, peaceful uses of outer space, external debt sustainability and the rights of indigenous people. If you see one of the team in the community, ask them about their agenda topics!  You can learn more about the conference here: https://mamunonline.com/mamun/ 

BICS Board Committee Meetings Next Week
            Policy Committee 3:00 p.m. on Tuesday, March 6th
Finance Committee has changed from 8:30 a.m. March 7th to 8:30 a.m. March 12th
Facilities Committee at 3:30 p.m. on Wednesday, February 7th
Curriculum Committee 3:00 p.m. on Thursday, February 8th
Come and participate in the fun! 

Have a Fantastic Weekend!

Quartet Concert Friday

The Cummings String Quartet performed today at noon at the Beaver Island Community Center. The performance included music by Beethoven, Brahms, and Webern, as well as playing with young people from the Beaver Island Community School. The concert was at noon on Friday, March 2, 2018, and was free to the public.

The Cummings Quartet is a professional performance group, led by the new director of the Dorothy Gerber Strings Program - Dr. David Reimer. You may recognize his name from the Baroque on Beaver Festival.

Dr. Reimer has been teaching the strings classes at BICS this year. He visits the island on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Since he finds so much value in offering exceptional education, he spends every Thursday night at the Erin Motel, and wakes up early on Friday morning to lead an advanced strings class at 7:30AM.

What a gift Dr. Reimer, the Dorothy Gerber Foundation, and Beaver Island Community School are offering to our students.

Six unique IP addresses viewed the live stream of today's concert.

Dr. Reimer

TheCummins Quartet

First and second violin......cello and viola...

View a gallery 1 of photos HERE

View a gallery 2 of photos HERE

View video of the performances HERE

Beaver Island Trails Group to Hold Meeting

This Tuesday, March 6, 2018, at 7 p.m., BIATA will have a general membership meeting in the Peaine Township Hall. All current members of the association, people who would like to join, and the public at large are encouraged to attend. All input is welcomed.

Among the agenda topics for the evening will be making decisions on the types of signage to be used for the both the waterways trail sites and inland trails and fire pit type and construction to be used at the camping areas of the waterway trail sites. A budget for this work and upcoming inland trail clearing, maintenance and improvements for the year will be discussed so that requests made to the townships for additional funding.

The creation of a webpage for the association, or at the very least a Facebook page, will be discussed. Work dates for waterway trail sign erection and initial spring trail clearing work dates and locations will be decided on, as well.

Some reporting of the results of last month's meeting of The Northern Lake Michigan Island Collaborative, at which BIATA had three representatives in attendance, may also take place.

Please attend this Tuesday evening to get involved in helping to make Beaver Island's trails the very best they can be.

Respectfully,
Phil Becker, BIATA Vice President

St. James Board of Review Scheduled

Peaine Board of Review Organizational Meeting

Phyllis' Daily Weather

March 2, 2018

Our oldest daughter, Courtney, is coming home for a visit for a couple days. She hasn't been home since August even though she lives in Indian River. Her job at the hospital in Petoskey, and family duties have kept her busy. We told her she needed a weekend dedicated to HER, not anyone else, so we're looking forward to the 2:30 plane from Charlevoix.

Also, dinnertime is the Crock-Pot Cook-Off at the school. More than 20 dishes to choose from! Lots of meatless options will be available! 5:00-7:00. Come watch the Celerity Volleyball and Basketball games as well as demonstrations by the cheerleaders and the robotics team.

Now to the weather. Cloudy skies, 26°, feels like 18°, wind is at 8 mph from the NW, humidity is at 93%, pressure is rising from 30.03 inches, and visibility is 7.4 miles.
TODAY: Partly sunny in the morning, then clearing. Highs in the lower 30s. Northwest winds 5 to 10 mph with gusts to around 20 mph.
TONIGHT: Clear. Lows around 16°. North winds at 10 mph.

ON THIS DATE of March 2, 1853, the Territory of Washington is organized.

Soon after the creation of Oregon Territory in 1848, settlers north of the Columbia River began demanding a territory of their own. Congress acquiesced on February 8, 1853, with the creation of Washington Territory. Statehood followed in 1889.
With the creation of Oregon Territory in 1848, the Oregon Trail began to fill with farmers and dreamers headed for the new Territory. Among them was a small band of Midwesterners led by John Denny (1793-1875) and his son Arthur Denny (1822-1899). Like many before them, and many more after, they found Oregon City and the Willamette Valley too crowded, and in late 1851 most of the "Denny Party" relocated to Puget Sound.

People living north of the Columbia River continued to resent the distance between them and the Oregon Territorial capital at Salem. After a series of civic, Indian, and military incidents, a convention assembled at the town of Monticello, near the mouth of the Cowlitz River on October 25, 1852, and adopted a memorial to Congress. It read in part:

"Delegates of the citizens of Northern Oregon ... respectfully represent to your honorable bodies that it is the earnest desire of your petitioners, and of said citizens that all that portion of Oregon Territory lying north of the Columbia River and west of the great northern branch thereof, should be organized as a separate territory under the name and style of the Territory of Columbia."
On February 8, 1853, a federal bill was introduced to separate "Columbia Territory" from Oregon. Representative Richard H. Stanton of Kentucky, believing that the first president should be honored with the name of a state or territory, and noting that the federal capital already recognized the name "Columbia," amended the bill to read "Washington Territory." On March 2, 1853, President Millard Fillmore (1800-1874) signed the act. He dispatched Isaac Stevens (1818-1862) to govern the new territory, which until 1863 included Idaho.

President Grover Cleveland (1837-1908) selected the anniversary of George Washington's birthday, February 22, 1889, to sign the act creating the state of Washington, but his proclamation of admission was not issued until November 11, 1889. The Great Event was celebrated with cannon fire, public and private meetings, parades, and endless oratory.

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DID YOU KNOW THAT mistletoe is a parasite, entwining itself around poplars and apple trees so it can suck the sap from them? At its worst, mistletoe is a killer organism, destroying its host, and can be stopped only by yanking it out by its root. But when it doesn't get out of hand, mistletoe, an evergreen, can help its host by supplying it with chlorophyll in the winter when the host plant as lost its leaves.

WORD OF THE DAY: widdershins (WID-uhr-shinz) which means in a counterclockwise, left-handed, or wrong direction. From Old High German widar (back, against) + sin (direction). Earliest documented use: 1513.

P.S. Another Mike Moore tale to follow shortly.

The Most Money I Ever Made Playing Music

by Mike Moore

The most money I ever made playing music.

I've been in lots of groups, and haven't regretted a single one of them. I've been the frontman for a metal band, I've played drums in a zydeco group. I've been a living jukebox with an acoustic guitar, I've played instrumental jazz in restaurants, and I've sang in chamber ensembles replete with tuxedo. I've been everywhere man.

Almost got blown up walking backstage to open for a KISS tribute band. Those period-accurate pyrotechnics are scary.

Lost my drum throne off the back of a trailer at a make a wish benefit show- had to finish the song standing.

Spent one night in a hotel bathtub to escape my bandmates snoring. Like a T-Rex and a road grader had a baby with intermittent indigestion. Ended up in the closet with the doors closed.

Spent a different night with about 3 grand worth of rented percussion gear in a hotel in Jackson, MI. The door had been ripped off twice, and the tv had just been lifted. The chain lock was torn off. We lasted until 3am watching the door before driving 4 more hours to safety. If it's called the Best Hotel, you better check...

Played a solo show one rainy night. Water came in through the wall right next to me. Leaned my guitar against the wall to turn off the pa, and the guitar grounded a neon sign. Got zapped so bad, my urethra got a cramp. Electricity hurts.

The strangest one though, was the one that proved the most profitable.

Now, I can't stand when performers have backing tracks. Drives me bonkers. I watch old film of the greats. No backing tracks- sometimes one microphone. I hate backing tracks on tv. I hate them live in concert. I just can't stand them.

So, the gig was for a Kentucky Derby party for this corporation. I was to play drums. Old time rock and roll with some pop. 2 hour gig, two grand plus travel and hotel.

Pretty sweet deal for me at that point.

Well, the bandleader tells me that I'm going to play, but the backing tracks of the drums will be going.

I refuse. I was poor, but I got principles. If I'm behind an instrument, I'll be playing it for people to hear. Good or bad. End of story.

He tries to get me to compromise. We need the horn parts he says, so we need the drums.

I refuse.

Finally, I allow the hihats to click away, but anything more, and you can find somebody else. Gotta buy groceries somehow.

Apparently that was agreeable, and so it was done.

I've never been a great drummer, but I was going to practice like mad for this. The guy let me borrow a reasonable electronic kit, and I busted on learning the drum parts. Like 2-3 hours a day for a few weeks plus the weekly rehearsals.

Then, he buys a serious electronic kit for the show. It looks like a real drum set. Thousands of dollars. Sounds real. Feels real. Feels and sounds really expensive. I'm nervous just looking at the thing- let alone smacking it with sticks.

Well, we head from Michigan in a packed SUV to Kentucky. The leader is taking the company jet down- and if he's late, I'm on guitar until he arrives.

We get there, and I sound check as drummer, then as guitarist.

We go check into a swanky hotel, eat dinner, and head back to the gig.

Nobody's there.

It's time.

It's after time. We discuss time zone possibilities in a huge empty room.

One of the guys goes looking. The company is having a roast or something, and it's running late.

20 minutes. 40 minutes.

Finally, the room fills. The guitarist is there.

"We just play for an hour- the race will be starting- same pay, no worries."

So, I sit behind the kit and we start playing. Now this is a very cerebral job. I've got to remember the order and arrangement of every tune- in time to a prerecorded track. If the band is off, I still need to be in time to the recording.

I do a pretty good job, considering. Hours of practice paid off.

They have Free Bird as the last song. You know, it starts all slow before chugging along with a bunch of messy guitar and drum fills.

I'm starting to enjoy myself. I'm at a swanky hotel, it's the last song, and I'll be making 2 grand for an hour worth of playing.

I figure it's time to leave it all on the field. I start a drum fill around the toms, and then watch in horror as this very expensive electronic tom-tom comes loose from the rack and is barely hanging on.

I can't grab it with my hands- I gotta play...

This drum is probably worth a kidney- or at least a spleen.

Please don't fall. Please don't break... And please don't fall off the beat.

It falls.

BLAM.

It's loud, but it's on the beat. I look at the band.

The guitarist is making faces like he's slicing onions on a rotting cow- he's so into his solo, he doesn't even notice.

The keyboard guy is bobbing his head, enamored with the three chords that he's guarding.

The lady singer is whacking away at her tambourine, smiling at the guitar player.

They're clueless.

Then, the fallen drum starts rolling. Each 1/8 rotation, it triggers the drum sound.

Ooh. That one was just ahead of the beat.

No one notices.

Blam blam blam. Right in time!

No one notices. I look into the crowd. Nobody even saw it.

The final chord rings out right as the runaway drum looses momentum. I wash across the cymbals. As soon as I can, I grab the runaway drum and inspect it.

If it's bad, I might be able to escape into the crowd and hitchhike home. I'm sure there's a horse around I could borrow.

Not a scratch on it.

Well, that was my first and last gig with that group. They were talking about adding Manilow songs and such. I could stomach a tiny bit of backing tracks, but backing tracks and Manilow was absolutely a bridge too far.

We all have our limitations.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

March 1, 2018

Clear skies this morning, 22°, wind is from the north at 1 mph, humidity is at 92%, pressure is at 30.00 inches and visibility is 7.4 miles.
TODAY: Patchy fog in the morning. Partly sunny in the morning then cloudy with a 20% chance of rain and snow in the afternoon.
TONIGHT: Mostly cloudy. Chance of snow in the evening then a slight chance of snow after midnight. Lows in the mid 20s. North winds 5 to 15 mph.

ON THIS DATE of March 1, 1872, President Grant signs the bill creating the nation’s first national park at Yellowstone.

Native Americans had lived and hunted in the region that would become Yellowstone for hundreds of years before the first Anglo explorers arrived. Abundant game and mountain streams teaming with fish attracted the Indians to the region, though the awe-inspiring geysers, canyons, and gurgling mud pots also fascinated them.

John Colter, the famous mountain man, was the first Anglo to travel through the area. After journeying with Lewis and Clark to the Pacific, Colter joined a party of fur trappers to explore the wilderness. In 1807, he explored part of the Yellowstone plateau and returned with fantastic stories of steaming geysers and bubbling cauldrons. Some doubters accused the mountain man of telling tall tales and jokingly dubbed the area “Colter’s Hell.”

Before the Civil War, only a handful of trappers and hunters ventured into the area, and it remained largely a mystery. In 1869, the Folsom-Cook expedition made the first formal exploration, followed a year later by a much more thorough reconnaissance by the Washburn-Langford-Doane expedition. The key to Yellowstone’s future as a national park, though, was the 1871 exploration under the direction of the government geologist Ferdinand Hayden. Hayden brought along William Jackson, a pioneering photographer, and Thomas Moran, a brilliant landscape artist, to make a visual record of the expedition. Their images provided the first visual proof of Yellowstone’s wonders and caught the attention of the U.S. Congress.

Early in 1872, Congress moved to set aside 1,221,773 acres of public land straddling the future states of Wyoming, Montana, and Idaho as America’s first national park. President Grant signed the bill into law on this day in 1872. The Yellowstone Act of 1872 designated the region as a public “pleasuring-ground,” which would be preserved “from injury or spoilation, of all timber, mineral deposits, natural curiosities, or wonders within.”

For a nation bent on settling and exploiting the West, the creation of Yellowstone was surprising. Many congressmen gave it their support simply because they believed the rugged and isolated region was of little economic value. Yet the Yellowstone Act of 1872 set a precedent and popularized the idea of preserving sections of the public domain for use as public parks. Congress went on to designate dozens of other national parks, and the idea spread to other nations around the world.

DID YOU KNOW THAT in Florida it is against the law to put livestock on a school bus.

WORD OF THE DAY: aberration (ab-uh-REY-shuh n) which means 1) the act of departing from the right, normal, or usual course. 2) the act of deviating from the ordinary, usual, or normal type. 3) deviation from truth or moral rectitude. The English noun aberration has wandered far from its Latin original. Cicero (106-43 b.c.) is the first (and only) Latin author to use the noun aberrātiō “distraction, diversion, relief (from pain or sorrow).” Aberrātiō is a derivative of the verb aberrāre “to divert, forget for a time; to wander off, go astray, deviate.” Aberration entered English in the 16th century.

Time

by Daniel Craig

"TIME"

It's been a h.ll of a ride kids! No Regrets! The big "62". Thirty five years ago I chose the field of E.M.S. as a career. It became my life, more of a calling then a choice I believe. I have seen much.

I thank family, friends and colleagues for keeping me sane throughout the years. I thank the Lord and St. Michael for keeping me safe.

E.M.S. has made me who I am. I'm thankful my mind is strong and my body is holding up. But it is Time!

The last month I have struggled with making a decision. Retirement or continue full time.

A shoulder injury has made that decision for me. This injury is an eye opener. I'm in physical therapy now. The shoulder is getting stronger, the pain subsiding. The next two weeks will be pivotal, surgery or not. This is the first time in my career, an injury has downed me for any length of time. I have been blessed.

But it is Time! Time to slow down, Time to ride, Time to kayak, Time to visit family and friends. There will be time for E.M.S. but it will be in a part time capacity. This lad has things to do, places to go, people to visit....

So yes, it is Time... Thanks for all the "Birthday Wishes ".....Stay safe, smile, laugh, love.....494.

Shamrock and Petroqueen Arrive at Whiskey Point

After a long and exhausting day, Buddy Martin brought the Shamrock with the Petroqueen tied alongside up to the Whiskey Point CMU Boat House and tied up about 6:15 p.m. The tug and barge were down at the south end of the island just off Iron Ore Bay, but way out, at 2:15 p.m., but made the trip up the island and arrived without any issues.

Shamrock and Petroqueen off Sand Bay headed to the harbor

The Shamrock and Petroqueen were accompanied by the USCG Cutter Mackinaw through out the journey from Manistique to Beaver Island. The Mackinaw is off Little Sand Bay headed south as of 6:45 p.m.

View a gallery of photos HERE

 

Someone counted 52 cars parked at Whiskey Point to watch the Shamrock and Petroqueen arrive.

Mackinaw, Shamrock, and Petroqueen

At approimately 2:15 p.m., the Mackinaw had passed Iron Ore Bay, and the Shamrock and Petroqueen were almost straight south of Iron Ore Creek. This is definitely an unique route for the oil barge coming to Beaver Island. The Shamrock and the Petroqueen are being escorted by the USCG Cutter Mackinaw, although the Mackinaw is about two or three miles ahead of the tug and barge. The water for this route is all open without much in the way of ice slowing down the group. There is ice still in the northern part of the island out to about Luney Point, so the challenge, if there is any, will be getting the Petroqueen in the harbor.

 

Eagles at Gull Harbor

Although the editor missed the eagles on the ice on Tuesday morning, a quick trip to Gull Harbor to try to get a picture of the Mobile Bay as it headed down the east side of Beaver Island found the four eagles and captured them relaxing. Two were in the eagle tree and two were out on the floating ice.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 28, 2018

Facebook is acting up this morning, so Joe is typing this for me.

Right now it's cloudy skies, 34 degrees and feels like 28. Humidity is 95% with wind from the ESE at 7 mph. The pressure is 29.93 inches with visibility of 5 miles.

Today: Partly sunny with a chance of freezing rain and a chance of isolated rain showers in the morning. Highs will be in the lower forties. North winds will be at 10 mph.

Tonight: Partly cloudy with lows in the mid twenties, northeast winds at 10 mph with gusts up to 20 mph after midnight.

On this day:

On this day in 1953, Cambridge University scientists James D. Watson and Francis H.C. Crick announce that they have determined the double-helix structure of DNA, the molecule containing human genes.

Though DNA–short for deoxyribonucleic acid–was discovered in 1869, its crucial role in determining genetic inheritance wasn’t demonstrated until 1943. In the early 1950s, Watson and Crick were only two of many scientists working on figuring out the structure of DNA. California chemist Linus Pauling suggested an incorrect model at the beginning of 1953, prompting Watson and Crick to try and beat Pauling at his own game. On the morning of February 28, they determined that the structure of DNA was a double-helix polymer, or a spiral of two DNA strands, each containing a long chain of monomer nucleotides, wound around each other. According to their findings, DNA replicated itself by separating into individual strands, each of which became the template for a new double helix. In his best-selling book, The Double Helix (1968), Watson later claimed that Crick announced the discovery by walking into the nearby Eagle Pub and blurting out that “we had found the secret of life.” The truth wasn’t that far off, as Watson and Crick had solved a fundamental mystery of science–how it was possible for genetic instructions to be held inside organisms and passed from generation to generation.

Watson and Crick’s solution was formally announced on April 25, 1953, following its publication in that month’s issue of Nature magazine. The article revolutionized the study of biology and medicine. Among the developments that followed directly from it were pre-natal screening for disease genes; genetically engineered foods; the ability to identify human remains; the rational design of treatments for diseases such as AIDS; and the accurate testing of physical evidence in order to convict or exonerate criminals.

Crick and Watson later had a falling-out over Watson’s book, which Crick felt misrepresented their collaboration and betrayed their friendship. A larger controversy arose over the use Watson and Crick made of research done by another DNA researcher, Rosalind Franklin, whose colleague Maurice Wilkins showed her X-ray photographic work to Watson just before he and Crick made their famous discovery. When Crick and Watson won the Nobel Prize in 1962, they shared it with Wilkins. Franklin, who died in 1958 of ovarian cancer and was thus ineligible for the award, never learned of the role her photos played in the historic scientific breakthrough.

Word of the Day: exegesis noun / ek-suh-JEE-sis/ exposition, explanation; especially : an explanation or critical interpretation of a text

Did you know?

Theological scholars have long been preoccupied with interpreting the meanings of various passages in the Bible. In fact, because of the sacred status of the Bible in both Judaism and Christianity, biblical interpretation has played a crucial role in both of those religions throughout their histories. English speakers have used the word exegesis—a descendant of the Greek term exēgeisthai, meaning "to explain" or "to interpret"—to refer to explanations of Scripture since the early 17th century. Nowadays, however, academic writers interpret all sorts of texts, and exegesis is no longer associated mainly with the Bible

No Whining

by Cindy Ricksgers

Mobile Bay Work 2/2718

Heading into town this morning around 9 a.m, the Mobile Bay was still anchored outside of the harbor. Then, after seeing some eagles out on the ice, the editor noticed that the Mobile Bay had gotten underway and headed in toward the BI Boat Company dock. The Mobile Bay continue to work on the ice in the harbor. At one point three of the crew of the Mobile Bay walked over the ice to Whiskey Point near the CMU boathouse, and stopped and talke for a minute of two before checking the ice over by the dock that extends on both sides of the CMU boathouse, the former USCG boathouse.

After returning to the vessel, the Mobile Bay began more work at breaking the ice in the harbor area. They were concentrating on two spots. One Coastie mentioned that there were two particular spots that Martin Gas and Oil would prefer to use for the fuel run. The BIBCO dock was the primary one, and the boathouse area was a secondary one. The vessel continue to work on the ice near these two locations, when the editor headed home to get the video processed and posted. First, it was posted on facebook for all those that might be monitoring this situation, Next, it is posted here.

View a gallery of pictures HERE

 

Favorite Quote

Editorial by Joe Moore

Normally, there are so many quotes made by many people, and these are posted daily on facebook by people on the right, the left, the middle, and some whom can't be identified by their status or their post. This one was really very clearly meant to open the eyes of the attendees to the the NRA CPAC event. This struck me as being a certainly interesting speech, but the quotation hit me as being as close to correct as anyone could make it.

"The loss of transparency results in the loss of the truth."

This quotation was made by the current head of the National Rifle Association in his speech at this conference. This statement meant a lot, but was just glossed over in this speech, but I believe it applies to many of the issues facing the local governments on Beaver Island, the County of Charlevoix, the State of Michigan, as well as on the national front. When someone decides to provide "alternate facts," this is completely inconsistent with truth.

You can interpret the facts in a different way. That is your right in this country. You can provide facts that support your opinion. You can even load your opinion with many facts as possible, just like lawyers do in a court case. The problem is simple. You can't change the truth. You can't change the facts. You can interpret them in a different way, but you can't change them.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 27, 2018

Although it's not actually the first day of spring, when the icebreaker comes in that's the island's official first day of spring but this year it's several weeks early due to there being a shortage of fuel on the island. The Mobile Bay (who arrived last night) and the Mackinaw are going to help Bud Martin get the Shamrock from Manistique to the island and docked. That's our major excitement for today - oh yeah, and it's $2 Tuesday! Right now we have cloudy skies, it's 43°, feels like 34°, humidity is at 55%, wind is at 13 mph from the SSW, with gusts to 21 mph, pressure is at 30.02 inches, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Partly sunny. Highs in the upper 40s. Southwest winds 10 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph.
TONIGHT: Mostly cloudy. Slight chance of rain in the evening then a chance of rain, a slight chance of light freezing rain, and snow after midnight. Patchy fog after midnight. Los in the lower 30s. Light winds.

ON THIS DATE of February 27, 1827, a group of masked and costumed students dance through the streets of New Orleans, Louisiana, marking the beginning of the city’s famous Mardi Gras celebrations.

The celebration of Carnival–or the weeks between Twelfth Night on January 6 and Ash Wednesday, the beginning of the Christian period of Lent–spread from Rome across Europe and later to the Americas. Nowhere in the United States is Carnival celebrated as grandly as in New Orleans, famous for its over-the-top parades and parties for Mardi Gras (or Fat Tuesday), the last day of the Carnival season.

Though early French settlers brought the tradition of Mardi Gras to Louisiana at the end of the 17th century, Spanish governors of the province later banned the celebrations. After Louisiana became part of the United States in 1803, New Orleanians managed to convince the city council to lift the ban on wearing masks and partying in the streets. The city’s new Mardi Gras tradition began in 1827 when the group of students, inspired by their experiences studying in Paris, donned masks and jester costumes and staged their own Fat Tuesday festivities.

The parties grew more and more popular, and in 1833 a rich plantation owner named Bernard Xavier de Marigny de Mandeville raised money to fund an official Mardi Gras celebration. After rowdy revelers began to get violent during the 1850s, a secret society called the Mistick Krewe of Comus staged the first large-scale, well-organized Mardi Gras parade in 1857.

Over time, hundreds of krewes formed, building elaborate and colorful floats for parades held over the two weeks leading up to Fat Tuesday. Riders on the floats are usually local citizens who toss “throws” at passersby, including metal coins, stuffed toys or those now-infamous strands of beads. Though many tourists mistakenly believe Bourbon Street and the historic French Quarter are the heart of Mardi Gras festivities, none of the major parades have been allowed to enter the area since 1979 because of its narrow streets.

In February 2006, New Orleans held its Mardi Gras celebrations despite the fact that Hurricane Katrina had devastated much of the city with massive flooding the previous August. Attendance was at only 60-70 percent of the 300,000-400,000 visitors who usually attend Mardi Gras, but the celebration marked an important step in the recovery of the city, which counts on hospitality and tourism as its single largest industry.

DID YOU KNOW THAT Chewing gum burns about 11 calories per hour?

WORD OF THE DAY: tantivy (tan-TIV-ee) which means adverb: At full gallop; at full speed.
noun: A fast gallop; rush.
adjective: Swift.
interjection: A hunting cry by a hunter riding a horse at full speed.
Of obscure origin, perhaps from the sound of a galloping horse’s hooves. Earliest documented use: 1648.

Mobile Bay Visits

View a small gallery of photos here

The Mobile Bay made a trip from over near Sturgeon Bay to Beaver Island today to help the island get fuel. The Mobile Bay entered the harbor, did a 180 degree turn, and headed out of the harbor to anchor, all the while breaking ice in the mouth of the harbor.

 

The Mobile Bay almost took the show tonight, but the sky over the harbor took the honors.

Mobile Bay prepares for anchoring

Letter from the Beaver Island Chamber of Commerce President

Februrary 26, 2018

Letter from the Beaver Island Chamber of Commerce President to our members and community.

Greetings. As the Beaver Island Chamber of Commerce President, I wanted to take a moment to share with our members and community what the Chamber board has been working on the last several months and what we are planning for the future as well as an opportunity for us to solicitate ideas and feedback. As many of you may know our Chamber Director is retiring this fall after many productive years of service and as a result we are taking this time to think about what changes would be good for the Chamber and community as we move forward. Questions we are asking ourselves for example are –

What is our vision for the Chamber based on our mission Statement?

How do we want the Chamber to look and feel?

How to best interact with visitors and the community?

What should be our short-term and long-term goals?

How to best work with the resources we presently have? (budget)

What opportunities are there for us to pool our resources more effectively with other members and the community?

Understanding the changes in marketing trends. How are people researching new destinations and what type of information do they find most valuable?

The above are just a few of the many questions and topics of discussions we as a board are presently having and will continue to for the foreseeable future. We understand that our current structure of the Chamber has to adjust and adapt to the present and future changes happening in the marketing world. Plus we are a small Chamber with limited resources so we continually need to find creative ways to maximize our members dues as well as continue to develop collaborative relationships with other island organizations to provide a cohesive message for the island.

Early May the Chamber Board plans to host a business after hours event for our members and during that event it would be our goal to discuss the proposed changes for the Chamber and receive feedback regarding those potential changes. Once we have the date secured please try to attend as your suggestions are most valuable to us. If you have any current feedback regarding your thoughts on how the Chamber can best serve you & the community, please feel free to contact me anytime via email or phone. I will definitely share that information with the other board members as we move forward. This is an exciting and challenging time for the Chamber as we evaluate how we need to move forward to be the best Chamber we can be for our members and the community.

So please do not hesitate to share your thoughts with us and we look forward to a bright and prosperous future!

Thank you,

Rachel Teague, Beaver Island Chamber of Commerce President, rachel@freshairaviation.net, 231-237-9482

Northern Lake Michigan Islands Collaborative

Minutes of Meeting

Photographer at Hannahville Basketball Tournament

This lady took hundreds and hundreds of photographs at the Northern Lights League Basketball Tournament. She worked even longer hours than the BINN editor. Her galleries are being posted as she completes the photos. All of her Friday pictures are posted and the Saturday photos should be available soon. View the photos HERE

Robyn Rhode is her name and you should check them out.

BEAVER ISLAND WATER TRAIL TRAILHEAD ESTABLISHED AT BEAVER ISLAND COMMUNITY CENTER

BEAVER ISLAND, MI (February 26, 2018) – The BIC Center announced today that it will serve as the official trailhead for the newly established Beaver Island Water Trail.  “We are excited to serve as an information point for the new trail,” Said Carol Creasser, who is president of the Preservation Association of Beaver Island, which operates the Community Center. “With our location right across from the ferry dock, we are a natural first point of contact for visitors.  Our lobby often hosts visitors looking for information on our local hiking trails and we already serve as the trailhead for the Beaver Island Birding Trail.” Paddlers coming to the island will be able to stop by the Community Center for trail maps, local information and internet access. 

“The Community Center is a great resource for all visitors,” said islander Pam Grassmick, an early supporter of the water trail project.  “Having the trail head there will make it easy for paddlers to become oriented with the island.  Plus, they’ll have access to the many other services that are available there.”  Matt Preisser from the Michigan Office of the Great Lakes echoed that view. “We’ve been working with folks both on the water trail project and a number of other island projects and the Community Center has always made resources available to support us.  I can’t think of a better place for the trail head.”

The 50-mile, non-motorized Beaver Island Water aims to enhance access, highlight natural and cultural features and promote tourism on the lake’s largest, most remote inhabited isle. The route includes lighthouses, beaches, birding hotspots, shipwrecks, beaver activity areas, campsites and more.  “The campsites are key to the trail,” said Mark Engelsman, who owns Happy Paddle on the island.  “There are short loops on the trail, but an excursion around the island is a multi-day adventure.”  Engelsman and fellow islander Carol Burton were both involved in developing the trail.  She said, “Another important feature will be emergency phones at certain locations on the trail because mobile service can be spotty.” Burton owns the St. James Boat Shop, builders of handcrafted wooden boats, canoes and paddleboards.

The Traverse City-based Land Access Information Association helped develop the plan.  LIAA President Harry Burkholder, who has considerable experience in water trail development, sees it as developing additional ecotourism opportunities for the island.  Bill McDonough, who was also involved early on in the project, agrees.  “This will be yet another great reason for folks to head over to the island,” he said.  McDonough is co-owner of McDonough’s Market and the Dalwhinnie Bakery & Deli as well as president of the Beaver Island Boat Company, which operates the island’s ferry service. “I’m glad to see the Community Center serving as the trail head,” added McDonough.  “It’s the island’s welcome center.”

In addition to serving as a trailhead, the Beaver Island Community Center serves as the social heart of the community.  Its Robert Gillespie Memorial Theater is the venue for a summer concert series, community concerts and theater, professional meetings, lectures, art sales and more.  Upstairs there are games, a pool table, PCs and printers, and a comfy corner to read or watch a movie on a rainy day.  The lobby has a concession stand, information racks with brochures about island activities and tables that are ideal for laying out plans for the day or grabbing a quick snack.  The BIC Center also houses the main studio of WVBI-FM, the island’s radio station.

An online guide for the water trail is available at watertrail.biccenter.org and printed copies will be available in the BIC Center lobby.  You can learn about upcoming events at the BIC Center or find more information about other island trails at bicenter.org.  

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

Baroque on Beaver 2004

This Beaver Island Cultural Arts Association event was open to the public and included many local performers in 2004. There were youngsters playing several instruments and singing. This is the oritiginal Bach on Beaver idea, and the Bach on Beaver changed to Baroque on Beaver with the turning over of the reins to Jason Economides and his wife from the original Bach.

View two video clips of this performance HERE

Barb Lucas-Two Ecological Films

This presentation was at the Beaver Island Community Center by Barb Lucas. The two films were not part of the video captured by Robert Cole in this video.

View video of this presentation HERE

Night Skiing

by Mike Moore

Night skiing.

After getting bushwhacked and breaking my arm, it took a little while before I was ready to jump back on skis. In fact, something else came out of the Olympics that looked much safer.

In those days there were catalogs. Remember those glossy pictures? You'd wish for this or that- hoping or saving. Sometimes both.

Well, I got a snowboard. I fell a lot, but didn't get any serious injuries in the learning process.

I'd take that thing on every dune or anthill I could find. I logged many a mile up Mt. Pisgah (a 750ft sand dune). Went off into a thicket a couple of times, but nothing major.

Eventually, I could make it all the way down from the tippy top, humping and hopping through the midsection where it flattened. Then racing down the face to try jumping the snowplow berm at the end.

Well, at college you try new things. Some friends were going skiing and invited me along. I declined- I barely had money to eat with.

No, this is a special deal. Night skiing- tickets are $1.06- a promo for FM 106.7.

"How can you ski at night?" this befuddled me.

Lights, dummy. You've skiied before, right?

Snowboarded. Lots of times. Tiring, having to climb so much.

Raised eyebrows. A description of skiing on the mainland followed.

Wait. You don't have to climb the hill each time? What type of sorcery is this!

So we load up, and I scrape up enough money to rent a snowboard.

The place is lit up like it's noon. There's lights on top of lights. People are smiling all around-

They start me on this tiny hill. A rope is on a continuous winch. You hold on, and it zips you up to the top.

I grabbed ahold and faceplanted. I try again, the friction from the rope threatening to burn through my gloves. After a few tries, I got the knack.

Then, it was time for a bigger hill. Chairlifts.

People skiied forward, sat down, and were whisked way up to the top of the hill.

Both of my feet are strapped into a snowboard. I look hillbilly confused.

So they tell me to leave my lead foot strapped in, and to push myself forward with the other foot. Get in the chair that way.

And, so I do. The "chair" swings wildly back and forth- like a porch swing on steroids 50 or 60 feet above terra firma.

I can see people getting off above me, and I start to wonder how I'm going to get my other foot strapped in.

They tell me to jump off the chair at the top, and push and slide away- that was important because people die every year, the chair machine chewing their body into the snow.

Great...

I ask for other options.

They tell me that some snowboarders just clip the other foot on the way up.

I look down. This chair thing swings like it's going to toss you to your death if you move your eyelash- I'm supposed to reach down to my dangling board beneath me, and strap in?

At this point, we're maybe 5 or 6 people from the end of this ride. Expletives and adrenal fluid are beginning to flow.

They see the scared hillbilly look. We'll hold on to you.

I figured dropping to my death was preferable to being eaten by the chairlift, so I went for it- asking repeatedly if they had a good hold of me, my voice raising in pitch.

I got snapped in, and they shoved me off.

It was a wonderful, easy hill that seemed to last forever. My buddies wanted bigger action, so they left me to my own devices on the next run.

I asked strangers to hold on to my dangling idiocy. I survived again!

I met my buddies below, and they convinced me to try a slightly bigger hill. I went for it, and survived again!

Night skiing was awesome!

One of them said, "Right after the lift, there's a berm to the left you can hit and turn on before going down- it's awesome."

Then, he hopped on the next lift. I asked another stranger to hold on to me as I strapped in, midway up the lift. They shoved me hard, which I was very grateful for- leaving the hungry chairlift behind.

I saw everyone hit the berm, carve right, and head down the hill.

I hit the berm with a fair amount of speed, and went right over.

Right over the top.

Down the backside of the mountain.

On a much steeper hill.

Which didn't have any lights.

I crashed about a third of the way down, but had so much momentum that I sommersaulted several times. As luck would have it, I was back on my feet.

I wiped the snow from my eyes, dumbfounded.

The poles for the lift on that side whooshed past me in the moonlight.

There is this weird phenomenon when I'm going too fast on a skateboard or snowboard. It's a vibration thing- like when your washing machine is out of balance.

A little louder. Louder. Then, bang bang BANG!

That's exactly what happened to me.

I came to rest at the bottom of a hill, all crumpled up.

I checked myself over like I had lost my keys. All parts were still attached.

I looked at the board and realized that I had sheared a bolt off the binding.

It took me 45 minutes to walk back to the other side- where people were.

My buddies asked where I had gone to. I explained and showed the binding.

One more run they said, as I waited in the snow, unable to continue with a broken binding.

3 runs later, we returned the board without explaining the entirety of the story.

"Bindings can come undone, bro. Sorry."

Pleased that I wasn't going to have to replace the board, we scrambled out of there before anybody changed their mind.

You don't have this type of excitement on Mt. Pisgah. I was hooked. Unfortunately, I was also broke (a habit of mine). It'd take me 7 or 8 years to hit a mountain again.

It's been 15 years since then. Training for these things takes time.

2056 Winter Olympics in Nassau, Bahamas.

Going for Tin

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 26, 2018

School is on a 2 hour delay due to icy roads. If our decks are any indication, the ice is mighty thick, and even the dogs with long nails are having trouble getting across and down. At the moment, we have clear skies, 28°, feels like 15°, humidity is at 81%, wind is at 13 mph from the WSW with gusts to 16 mph, pressure is 30.06 inches, and visibility is 8.7 miles.
TODAY: Partly sunny. Highs around 40°. Southwest winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph.
TONIGHT: Clear. Lows in the lower 30s. Southwest winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph.

ON THIS DATE of February 26, two national parks were established in the United States 10 years apart–the Grand Canyon in 1919 and the Grand Tetons in 1929.

Located in northwestern Arizona, the Grand Canyon is the product of millions of years of excavation by the mighty Colorado River. The chasm is exceptionally deep, dropping more than a mile into the earth, and is 15 miles across at its widest point.The canyon is hometo more than 1,500 plant species and over 500 animal species, many of them endangered or unique to the area,and it’s steep, multi-colored walls tell the story of 2 billion years of Earth’s history.

In 1540, members of an expedition sent by the Spanish explorer Coronado became the first Europeans to discover the canyon, though because of its remoteness the area was not further explored until 300 years later. American geologist John Wesley Powell, who popularized the term “Grand Canyon” in the 1870s, became the first person to journey the entire length of the gorge in 1869. The harrowing voyage was made in four rowboats.

In January 1908, U.S. President Theodore Roosevelt designated more than 800,000 acres of the Grand Canyon a national monument; it was designated a national park under President Woodrow Wilson on February 26, 1919.

Ten years later to the day, President Calvin Coolidge signed into law a bill passed by both houses of the U.S. Congress establishing the Grand Teton National Park in Wyoming.

Home to some of the most stunning alpine scenery in the United States, the territory in and around Grand Teton National Park also has a colorful human history. The first Anglo-American to see the saw-edged Teton peaks is believed to be John Colter. After traveling with Lewis and Clark to the Pacific, Colter left the expedition during its return trip down the Missouri in 1807 to join two fur trappers headed back into the wilderness. He spent the next three years wandering through the northern Rocky Mountains, eventually finding his way into the valley at the base of the Tetons, which would later be called Jackson Hole.

Other adventurers followed in Colter’s footsteps, including the French-Canadian trappers who gave the mountain range the bawdy name of “Grand Tetons,” meaning “big breasts” in French. For decades trappers, outlaws, traders and Indians passed through Jackson Hole, but it was not until 1887 that settlers established the first permanent habitation. The high northern valley with its short growing season was ill suited to farming, but the early settlers found it ideal for grazing cattle.

Tourists started coming to Jackson Hole not long after the first cattle ranches. Some of the ranchers supplemented their income by catering to “dudes,” eastern tenderfoots yearning to experience a little slice of the Old West in the shadow of the stunning Tetons. The tourists began to raise the first concerns about preserving the natural beauty of the region.

In 1916, Horace M. Albright, the director of the National Park Service, was the first to seriously suggest that the region be incorporated into Yellowstone National Park. The ranchers and businesses catering to tourists, however, strongly resisted the suggestion that they be pushed off their lands to make a “museum” of the Old West for eastern tourists.

Finally, after more than a decade of political maneuvering, Grand Teton National Park was created on February 26, 1929. As a concession to the ranchers and tourist operators, the park only encompassed the mountains and a narrow strip at their base. Jackson Hole itself was excluded from the park and designated merely as a scenic preserve. Albright, though, had persuaded the wealthy John D. Rockefeller to begin buying up land in the Jackson Hole area for possible future incorporation into the park. In 1949, Rockefeller donated his land holdings in Jackson Hole to the federal government that then incorporated them into the national park. Today, Grand Teton National Park encompasses 309,993 acres. Working ranches still exist in Jackson Hole, but the local economy is increasingly dependent on services provided to tourists and the wealthy owners of vacation homes.

DID YOU KNOW why pirates wore eyepatches? A pirate’s eye patch had less to do with a missing eye, and more to do with keeping one eye accustomed to low-light conditions on board.

So why was it necessary for pirates to have one eye always accustomed to low light conditions? Many believe this was for functionality purposes when going above and below deck, and since the pirate era was before artificial lighting, below deck light conditions could be pitch-black at times.

Anyone who’s gone from a light to dark room has encountered first-hand that it can take quite a while for our eyes to completely adjust and reach full dark-adaptation. In fact, the adjustment period can take up to 25 minutes because our eyes require the regeneration of photo pigments.

By wearing an eye patch, pirates could block the exposure of light to one eye, allowing it to stay adapted to the dark when they were outside then switch the patch when they would head below deck. Most believe this was particular important during scenarios when pirates would board an enemy’s ship and require night vision very quickly to fight below deck.

WORD OF THE DAY: hyetal (HAHY-i-tl) which means of or relating to rain or rainfall. The English adjective hyetal is very uncommon, used only in meteorology. The Greek noun hyetόs means “rain”; the noun hyetía means “rainy weather”; both nouns derive from the verb hýein “to rain.” In English and other languages (German, for example), verbs of weather and natural phenomena are impersonal (e.g., it is raining, es regnet ; it is snowing, es schneit). In Greek, however, such verbs are personal, Zeus or another god being understood as the subject if not explicitly named; thus hýei means to a Greek not “it is raining,” but “Zeus is raining,” and neíphei “Zeus is snowing.” Hyetal entered English in the 19th century.

PS. Another Mike Moore tale will be coming in a few minutes.

Video Report for February 2018

Winter time is the off-season, and most of the "snow birds" are off in the warmer climates and not on the island for the cold months. In this month there were a total of 459 unique IP addresses viewing video clips presented by BINN and BITV. These unique IP addresses cannot determine the number of individuals viewing the clips, but only the number of computers viewing the events and clips as well as the live streamed videos. These 459 IP addresses viewed 2284 video clips and used 86.1 GB of bandwidth.

Of these 2284 clips, 1983 were viewed from 298 unique IP addresses of recorded video, mostly available on BINN for subscribers only. For live streaming, 156 unique IP addresses viewed at least two events of the live stream using 18.5 GB of bandwidth. 22 unique IP addresses viewed 26 video clips from the archived video. In this week ending Sunday, eleven unique IPs viewed the live stream of the church services from Holy Cross.

133 unique IP addresses viewed the Northern Lights League Basketball Tournament from Hannahville. This live streamed tournament offered more than ten hours of basketball video. The total viewers for this event were 280 over this particular weekend.

For January and February, there have been views from 1033 unique IP addresses, viewing 5,494 video clips, and using a bandwidth of 275.3 GB. Of this, 418 unique IP addresses viewed live streamed events of more than two each with a total of 845 views.

So, for an off-season two months, the video has kept the editor busy for this period of time. Some of the video is digitized video from the Historical Society collection that is being digitized by BINN.

Mass from Holy Cross

February 25, 2018

With the high school age people over on Mackinac Island for a religious retreat, the church was not full on Saturday night or on Sunday morning. Luckily, the youngers were willing to help service, so the service went well. Thanks to Sophie and Aedan for your service to the church community. In addition, Father Jim Siler is with the group on Mackinac Island as is Jim Boynton at this retreat, so we had a visiting priest from the Diocese of Gaylord. Eleven unique IP addresses viewed the services at http://beaverisland.tv.

Saturday, Patrick Nugent; Sunday, Joan Banville were the readers.

Visiting priest gives sermon

View video of the service(s) HERE

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.

"Hello?"

"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?

Hamburger.

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

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

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.

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.

Ok.

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.

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.

     

Links

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

Peaine Township Meeting

Peaine Annual Meetings

View video of the meeting HERE

Peaine Township Meeting Minutes

for February 2018

 

St. James Township Meeting Video

18.02.07 - REGULAR MEETING AGENDA

View video of this 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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Beaver Island Ecotourism Goals Draft, rev. 3, 19 Jan 2010

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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

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.

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.

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.

Downtown.

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.

 

Announcements/Ads

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

BIRHC Board Meeting Dates

2018 Meeting Dates

March 10

June 16

September 15

December 8 (Annual Meeting)

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

March 2018

 

Christian Church Bulletin

February 25, 2018

March 4, 2018

BICS Calendar 2017-18

HSC Meeting Dates Schedule


Bank Hours Change


January thru April
Tuesday, Thursday, Friday
9am-1pm

May thru June
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
9am-1pm

July thru August
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
9am-3pm

September thru October
Monday Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
9am-1pm

November thru December
Tuesday, Thursday, Friday
9am-1pm

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.

Donate to the Food Pantry

Use this button below to donate to the Food Pantry.

Donation goes to the Christian Church Food Pantry--Click the Donate Button on the far left and above.


Donate to the Live Streaming Project

 

The Live Streaming Project includes BICS Sports Events, Peaine Township Meetings, Joint Township Meetings, and much more.

Your donation may allow these events to be live streamed on the Internet at http://beaverisland.tv