B. I. News on the 'Net, January 29-February 11, 2018

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

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

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

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

View the service HERE

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 11, 2018

Again today the weather will be followed by another Phillip "Mike" Moore story. It's a total miracle that he survived his childhood!
At the moment we have cloudy skies, 16°, feels like 14°, humidity is at 80%, wind is at 5 mph from the southeast, pressure is at 30.00 inches, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Snow. Highs in the mid 20s. LIght winds becoming southwest 5 to 10 mph with gusts to around 20 mph in the afternoon.
TONIGHT: Partly cloudy. Lows around 7°. West winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph. Wind chill readings zero to 10 below zero.

ON THIS DATE of February 11,1858 Marie-Bernarde (known as Bernadette) Soubirous was a barely literate 14-year-old girl from a poverty stricken family in the small town of Lourdes, France. On February 11, 1858, she had gone to collect firewood with her sister and a friend. When they reached a small stream near a grotto, her companions removed their shoes and crossed it, but Bernadette held back from entering the cold water, fearful due to her asthma.

As she hesitated, she claimed she heard a loud roar coming from the grotto. A rose bush near its entrance was swaying as if it was very windy, although the air was still. Then Bernadette said she saw a golden cloud emerge from the grotto, followed by "a Lady, young and beautiful, exceedingly beautiful, the like of whom I had never seen before, came and placed herself at the entrance of the opening, above the rose bush. She looked at me immediately, smiled at me and signed to me to advance, as if She had been my Mother. All fear had left me, but I seemed to know no longer where I was. I rubbed my eyes, I shut them, I opened them; but the Lady was still there continuing to smile at me and making me understand that I was not mistaken. Without thinking of what I was doing I took my Rosary in my hands and went on my knees."

When she told her parents about her vision, they ordered her to stay away from the grotto. But that parental edict didn’t stick for even three days, and Bernadette ended up returning to that same spot 17 more times. She was the only one who could see the Lady, who everyone was assuming was the Virgin Mary, but that didn’t stop the crowds accompanying her from swelling into the thousands. For the later visits, police presence was necessary.

The apparition told Bernadette to drink from a spring flowing from a nearby rock. The young girl couldn’t find the spring in question, so she began to dig around in the area. She had no immediate success, but eventually water began to flow. Bernadette and others drank and bathed in the water, which became famous for its supposed healing properties. It’s still in service today.

On March 25, the Lady finally revealed her identity when she supposedly told Bernadette, “I am the Immaculate Conception,” a doctrine that had only been proclaimed by the Pope four years previously. Bernadette asked the abbe what it meant and her mentioning this gave her a bit more credibility among the clergy, who aside from one Monsieur Estrade, thought she was fibbing or simply bananas.

The local police had their doubts as well, and Bernadette was repeatedly cross-examined over the ordeal. When confronted by skeptics, she simply replied, “I have been told to tell you about it. I have not been told to make you believe it.” The Bishop of Tarbes authenticated her visions in 1862, and Bernadette could finally turn away from all the hub-bub, join a convent, and get some peace and quiet. She became a postulate at Nevers in 1866. On her first day, she was instructed to share the story of her apparitions with the entire community – and then never speak of it again.

Bernadette had always suffered from poor health, despite drinking from the water near the grotto, and had been given the last rites three times before she died in 1879 at the age of 35. She was canonized in 1933.

Lourdes became one of the most popular pilgrimage centers of the Catholic faith. When the church on the site was consecrated in 1876, an estimated 100,000 of the faithful flocked to Lourdes for the occasion. So many people were coming on pilgrimages and for the supposed healing powers of the waters that work began on a second church in 1883.

Today, five million people are estimated to visits Lourdes each year. The first “cure” was reported in 1858, and it is claimed thousands more have taken place since. Out of these, 65 have been deemed “miraculous” by the Catholic Church.

DID YOU KNOW THAT Under Babylonian rule, Mesopotamian beer production increased dramatically, became more commercialized, and laws were instituted concerning it as paragraphs 108-110 of the Code of Hammurabi make clear:

If a tavern-keeper (feminine) does not accept corn according to gross weight in payment of drink, but takes money, and the price of the drink is less than that of the corn, she shall be convicted and thrown into the water.

If conspirators meet in the house of a tavern-keeper, and these conspirators are not captured and delivered to the court, the tavern-keeper shall be put to death.

If a "sister of a god" open a tavern, or enter a tavern to drink, then shall this woman be burned to death.

So what is this "code"? The Code of Hammurabi is a well-preserved Babylonian code of law of ancient Mesopotamia, dating back to about 1754 BC (Middle Chronology). It is one of the oldest deciphered writings of significant length in the world.

WORD OF THE DAY: berceuse (ber-sœz) which means 1) a cradlesong; lullaby. 2) a composition for instrument or voice, having a soothing, reflective character. Berceuse, not yet naturalized in English, still retains its French pronunciation or a semblance of it. Berceuse is an agent noun in French, meaning “girl or woman who rocks a cradle, lullaby,” the feminine of berceur “a cradle rocker.” In English, berceuse is restricted to “lullaby,” especially as a musical composition in 6/8 time, as, e.g., “Brahms’ Lullaby.” Berceuse entered English in the 19th century.

Television from Canada

by Mike Moore

Television from Canada!

Before cable came to the island, television was quite different. I remember arguing with my folks about black and white television- I was adamant that I could see colors. The imagination of youth!

We got NBC, CBS, PBS, and ABC in varying amounts of snowy luster.

My Dad upgraded the antenna- now it had a small motor. You turned a dial, and groans and clicks would ensue. Eventually, the reception for a given channel would improve, or not. It was magical to watch the dial glow, the inner ring would show the antenna moving- state of the art stuff.

Well, it became obvious that if we had the antenna higher, then we'd get better reception.

I could hear my dad on the roof. There was the occasional thump, followed by movement. He was alive!

The front door opened. "Mike, I need your help."

My mom began to protest about the both of us being on the roof, but I was out the door before she could make her case for our safety.

I clamored up a homemade ladder. I wasn't afraid of heights- and this was a lot lower than a white pine.

There, in the middle of the roof was a pole that shot up about 10 feet into the stratosphere. The antenna was laying beside with a couple of bent arms on a long pipe of its own.

"Can you climb it?"

I thought you'd never ask. Up I went, cold metal biting my palms.

I slid down. Yep. I can climb it.

"What you need to do is shimmy up there, I'll lift the antenna part way, you take it and put it in the pipe."

Seemed reasonable to me.

I shimmied, clutching the pipe with my ankles.

I watched my dad wrassle the antenna- it had a 10 foot pipe on it already.

He swung it upright like a proper Scotsman, and hefted it up to me.

I tried to take the weight with one hand- I needed to hold on to the pole with something.

My Dad released his grip.

"You got it?"

I did, then I didn't. The apparatus fell in slow motion. "Noooo..." It hit softly, bending more arms.

Now, my old man doesn't give up easily.

I slid down the pipe, and he disappeared over the peak of the roof.

I set about bending the aluminum antenna back into shape, and trying not to step on the tines as I balanced on the roof.

My Dad returned with the homemade ladder, and placed it against the pole. Even a daredevil like me knew it wasn't safe.

"Ready to try again?"

I wasn't sure about any of this at that point, but I was too proud to admit it.

The temperature had dropped a few degrees in the late afternoon. I rubbed my hands together.

I climbed the rickety ladder that was haphazardly balanced against the pole while my dad tried to hold it steady. Then, I shimmied the rest of the way.

"Wait. Come on down."

I did, wondering if my Dad was worried about the danger I was in.

"Forgot the screwdriver and clamps."

The ladder on the roof became the ladder on the ground as he went to retrieve. I blew into my hands to warm them.

He returned with some tools and hose clamps. The ladder on the ground became the ladder on the roof again, balanced like a jenga tower.

Up I went. He hoisted the antenna. I helped balance it with my "free" hand as he climbed the tenuous ladder one-handed.

"Keep it balanced," he said as I grunted under the weight- 8 feet above the roof, clamping my body around a metal pole.

I kept it tight to the fixed pole, and pushed upward. As I pushed upward, I slid downward.

My old man took his free hand and pushed up on my rump.

We'd only have one shot, and the old man was all in.

It was at the top. It was above the top, then one ring beside the other.

A little gust of wind whistled. I overcompensated, but by some dumb luck, one pipe thunked into the other, and stayed.

I slid down, and we congratulated each other. This was epic, and against all odds.

My Dad handed me the clamps, and a screwdriver and nodded upward.

I was getting tired.

I help the screwdriver in my teeth, and the hose clamps in my pocket.

The antenna lasted in this state for a couple of weeks, maybe a month. There was less snow on the screen.

Eventually, he glanced wistfully at the large red barn at the edge of the property.

"We might be able to get more channels."

"Especially if it was on a tall pole."

And we did, even a Canadian one.

So, when my kids complain about not finding the remote, or that we don't get Nickelodeon anymore, I have to smile.

I almost bought an antenna a while back as I cursed the sattelite service we had- not as harshly as my piano jargon, but certainly strongly. I'd give it a 4/5 stars for frustration.

Something stopped me from getting an antenna though. We ended up using the internet for tv.

Our roof does look a bit naked.

BIRHC Board Meeting Dates

per biruralhealth.org

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

2018 Meeting Dates

March 10

June 16

September 15

December 8 (Annual Meeting)

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

Familiar Faces 2

by Joe Moore

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

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

Read the rest of the story HERE

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

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

View video HERE

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 10, 2018

Quick trip across yesterday, everything went well. Had my insulin intake adjusted, really liked the new medical person a whole lot, and came directly home. I don't have to go back until the 22nd for the new (let's try it again) PET scan and thyroid biopsy. As for the weather, currently we have clear skies, 12°, feels like 10°, wind is from the west at 5 mph, pressure is at 30.17 inches, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Partly sunny. Scattered flurries in the morning. Highs around 20°. Light winds.
TONIGHT: Partly cloudy. Lows around 5°. Light winds.

ON THIS DATE of February 10, 1957, Laura Ingalls Wilder, author of the best-selling “Little House” series of children’s novels based on her childhood on the American frontier, dies at age 90 in Mansfield, Missouri.

Laura Elizabeth Ingalls was born in a log cabin near Pepin, Wisconsin, on February 7, 1867, the second of Charles and Caroline Quiner Ingalls’ four daughters. As a child, she lived with her family in Indian Territory in Kansas, as well as in farming communities in Minnesota and Iowa. In the late 1870s, the Ingalls moved to Dakota Territory, settling in present-day De Smet, South Dakota. Laura Ingalls worked as a school teacher in the area, starting in her teens, and in 1885, married Almanzo Wilder, a local homesteader 10 years her senior. In 1886, the couple had a daughter; their only other child, a son, died shortly after his birth in 1889.

In 1894, after several years of drought in South Dakota, the Wilders traveled by covered wagon to Mansfield, Missouri, in the Ozarks, where they established a farm. Years later, Laura Ingalls Wilder began contributing essays to local newspapers. In 1932, Wilder, then in her 60s, published her first novel, “Little House in the Big Woods,” an autobiographical account of pioneer life in Wisconsin. The book became a success, and she went on to publish seven more novels based on her experiences growing up on the American frontier in the 1870s and 1880s. These books, including “Little House on the Prairie” (1935), “On the Banks of Plum Creek” (1937) and “The Long Winter” (1940), chronicled the joys and hardships (including illnesses, crop failures, blizzards, fires and grasshopper plagues) that Wilder and her family experienced. A ninth novel, “The First Four Years,” (1971) was published posthumously, as were several other books based on Wilder’s journals and letters. Wilder’s daughter, Rose Wilder Lane, an author and journalist, is believed to have helped edit her mother’s books, although the exact extent of her collaboration is unknown.

The “Little House” books have been translated into dozens of languages and continue to be read by legions of fans. The books also inspired a hit TV series, “Little House on the Prairie,” which originally aired from 1974 to 1982 and starred Melissa Gilbert as the plucky Laura and Michael Landon as her father Charles.

After Laura Ingalls Wilder died in 1957, her longtime Missouri home, Rocky Ridge Farm, became a museum.

DID YOU KNOW THAT the mother of all traffic jams was created in China on August 14, 2010. It lasted 12 days with a huge car panorama that stretched for more than 62 miles (100 km). A mini-economy of overpriced food, water, and cigarettes sprang up instantly.

The longest traffic jam in the world was in the China National Highway 110, between Hebei and Inner Mongolia. The traffic jam slowed down thousands of vehicles. As hungry and thirsty drivers sat in their cars for days, vendors came by to sell instant noodles at four times their usual price and water at ten times. Not caused by closure or natural disaster, this all-time tie-up cause was simply the result of too many vehicles clogging the road, particularly a bevy of heavy trucks carrying construction supplies into Beijing, ironically for road work that was intended to help ease congestion. Drivers were able to move their vehicles only 1 km (0.6 mi) per day.

WORD OF THE DAY: fiddle-footed (FID-l-foo t-id) which means restlessly wandering. Fiddle-footed was first recorded in 1945-50.

P.S. Will be posting another tale by our son shortly.

How I Came to Play Guitar

by Mike Moore

How I came to play guitar.

Like all major aspirations, my learning to play guitar had the noblest of intents. What could possibly push a teenage boy to press his fingertips into wire until they bled? What would inspire a kid to spend hours jamming those wounded fingers past those thin sharp wires and into a piece of hardwood to solve a buzzing note? Only the most heroic and lofty designs, of course...


I had learned to memorize a bit of music on the piano, but I wasn't terribly proficient at it.

Sometimes they'll ask me to help out on the keys at church these days. I'll need to see which priest is around in case I need confession after.

Even if it's not audible, I curse in the most extravagant and creative ways when I play piano. It is so frustrating to not have your hands do what you've trained them to do!

It's like this: The hands of an actual piano player have fingers that behave like dogs. They obey commands- think police dogs.

My hands have fingers that behave like lazy house cats. They'll seem to be on track, then they'll crap on the floor and claw your curtains... so to speak...

Anyhow, cable had just come to the island.
In a nutshell, I went from 3 1/2 channels and a small engine to change them to 30- in one day. I now had a tv in my room.

The Christmas prior, I had wanted a guitar like nobody's business. I hinted in every way you can imagine. I circled the pictures in the catalog. I dog-eared the pages. I asked questions and questions about guitars.

I pointed at the picture of the guitar that I had circled and asked questions.

I got a violin.

Now, don't get me wrong- I like the violin fine. And when someone told me I could play it however I felt like- and call it a fiddle, I started to be able to play the thing. However, that was like 10 years ago, and this story takes place about 28 years ago.

There was a channel that played music all the time. I would recline with my violin and plunk out solos the best I could with Slash from Guns and Roses- I could almost plunk chords.

If it was a song on that channel, I had the violin in hand, a-plunking.

Those guys on the tv were getting their money for nothing- and their chicks for free.

It was time to consider this as a career. The only obstacle I could see was the fact that I didn't have a guitar.

My Dad had a guitar.

Now, if one of my kids takes a hammer off my work bench in the garage- no big deal. Even if they put a cup in my precious cast iron skillet, I'd recover. However, if they grab one of my instruments without asking, we've got problems.

My Dad was the same way.

I asked.

He used words to verbally point to the violin. It was cyclic.

One day, my Dad went out golfing, and Mom was out of the house too. I grabbed his guitar, and played with it.

I heard a car door outside, and ran like a banshee to put the guitar back in time.

This escalated to the point where I'd open up the windows in the house to hear incoming cars more clearly while I reclined in my bedroom with the guitar.

Teenagers can identify car engines like dolphins- across great distances.

Until they turn the tv up too loud.

I got caught by my Mom one day while streaking to return the guitar.

"What are you doing?"


Hard to hide a guitar behind you.

She made me tell my Dad. That was not fun.

My Dad took an interesting tack- sort of like that story of the kid who smokes a cigarette, and their parent makes them smoke the whole pack.

He told me that if I was going to touch his guitar, I needed to 1) take care of it, and 2) learn some chords.

I was ecstatic.

Then, he taught me the "F" chord.

For those of you who don't play guitar, this is the most torturous chord for a beginner. Your hand is all sorts of twisted, and you've gotta hold down two strings and press really hard with your quivering and weak pointer finger while the other fingers go about searching for other notes that seem impossibly far away. The whole time, the muscles in the edge of your palm are cramping.

It is called the "F" chord for obvious expletive reasons.

Well, I thought so at least.

My excitement turned to competition. If he's gonna give me super hard chords, I'll learn them. That'll teach him!

And, I did. I came back a few days later and asked for more, fingers shaking, skin serrated from the strings.

"Show me."

And, I did- giving special emphasis to each note in the "F" chord.

He kept true to his word, and taught me more.

Eventually, I got to play one night with another guy and a drummer. The idea of a band came up.

"You can make money doing this?! Here?!"

But, you had to be 21 to be in the bar.... unless you were accompanied by a parent.

Dad=bass player.

I got my first paying gig about 6 months after the "F" chord.

This is one of those "Boy named Sue" stories.

Now, I can play about 16 different varieties of "F" chord. I don't curse much with the guitar.

If you want to hear selacious tales about donkeys and penguins, just ask me to play something on the piano.

It'll take a few minutes, but I'll turn your ears red. Damn cats.

All this kinda makes you wonder if I'd have learned to play guitar at all if I'd gotten one for Christmas.

I wonder where my hard-headed stubbornness comes from.

Early February Walkabout

Quite a beautiful day out today even if it was also quite cold, but the sun was shining and the temperature on the thermometer in the sun and out of the wind was close to fifty degrees. A quick trip to the bank turned into a drive and a walk along the shoreline in the sunshine. While this trip was not truly like an Australian walkabout, it was a walking tour along the shoreline on the East Side of Beaver Island.


Video of the walking tour

The video is a challenge to those watching it to determine where the walkabout took place. This will be provided to you on another page, but, will you accept the challenge of trying to give an educated guess before you actually check out the answer? Here are a few pictures to help you in this challenge.

The Last Clue

If you want to check your guess, click HERE

BICS Board Meeting Agenda

February 12, 2018

Beaver Island Community School Weekly Update

February 9, 2018

Lego Club 1:00 p.m., Saturday, February 10th
Lego Club at the Beaver Island District Library on Saturday February 10th.  Come and enjoy and afternoon of creativity!


BICS Board Meeting February 12th 7:00pm

BICS Basketball head to Maplewood Baptist This Friday and Saturday
Basketball teams will head to Kinross to play against the Maplewood Baptist Black Bears. 

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

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

Have a Fantastic Weekend!

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 9, 2018

...and another dang cold day here on the island. Mother Nature must not get it that this gets rather boring - all these days of shivering and teeth clattering, slipping and sliding on the hidden spots of ice, and simply being cold. Now that I think of it, maybe that's how she gets her entertainment, she must not have Dish, Direct, Roku, Alexa, or any of those things. So, at the moment it's 5°, humidity is at 82%, wind is from the north, pressure is 30.28 inches, and visibility is 10 miles. Looks to be a good weather day for a quick trip across for a doctor appointment and right back to the island. You all can hold the fort down for the day
TODAY: Mostly cloudy. Chance of snow in the morning then a slight chance of snow in the afternoon. Highs around 18°. North winds at 10 mph.
TONIGHT: Partly cloudy. Lows around 2°. Light winds.

ON THIS DATE of Sunday, February 9, 1964, at approximately 8:12 p.m. Eastern time, The Ed Sullivan Show returned from a commercial (for Anacin pain reliever), and there was Ed Sullivan standing before a restless crowd. He tried to begin his next introduction, but then stopped and extended his arms in the universal sign for “Settle Down.” “Quiet!” he said with mock gravity, and the noise died down just a little. Then he resumed: “Here’s a very amusing magician we saw in Europe and signed last summer….Let’s have a nice hand for him—Fred Kaps!”

For the record, Fred Kaps proceeded to be quite charming and funny over the next five minutes. In fact, Fred Kaps is revered to this day by magicians around the world as the only three-time Fédération Internationale des Sociétés Magiques Grand Prix winner. But Fred Kaps had the horrific bad luck on this day in 1964 to be the guest that followed the Beatles on Ed Sullivan—possibly the hardest act to follow in the history of show business.

It is estimated that 73 million Americans were watching that night as the Beatles made their live U.S. television debut. Roughly eight minutes before Fred Kaps took the stage, Sullivan gave his now-famous intro, “Ladies and gentlemen…the Beatles!” and after a few seconds of rapturous cheering from the audience, the band kicked into “All My Lovin’.” Fifty seconds in, the first audience-reaction shot of the performance shows a teenage girl beaming and possibly hyperventilating. Two minutes later, Paul is singing another pretty, mid-tempo number: “Til There Was You,” from the Broadway musical Music Man. There’s screaming at the end of every phrase in the lyrics, of course, but to view the broadcast today, it seems driven more by anticipation than by the relatively low-key performance itself. And then came “She Loves You,” and the place seems to explode. What followed was perhaps the most important two minutes and 16 seconds of music ever broadcast on American television—a sequence that still sends chills down the spine almost half a century later.

The Beatles would return later in the show to perform “I Saw Her Standing There” and “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” as the audience remained at the same fever pitch it had reached during “She Loves You.” This time it was Wells & the Four Fays, a troupe of comic acrobats, who had to suffer what Fred Kaps had after the Beatles’ first set. Perhaps the only non-Beatle on Sullivan’s stage that night who did not consider the evening a total loss was the young man from the Broadway cast of Oliver! who sang “I’d Do Anything” as the Artful Dodger midway through the show. His name was Davy Jones, and less than three years later, he’d star in a TV show of his own that owed a rather significant debt to the hysteria that began on this night in 1964: The Monkees.

(Remember watching this at your house Sandy Lafreniere Lodico?)

DID YOU KNOW THAT lighters were invented before the match.

This one had me scratching my head for a bit. There are several sites out there that say the match came first. However, by definition of the “match”, they are incorrect. The match they are referring to, the one they say came before the lighter, was nothing more than sticks (not tooth-pick size, but actual sticks, they found laying around) soaked with a flammable chemical for easy lighting later with tinder. The sticks then burst into flame when you provided sparks or fire by some other means. So when someone tells me that matches were invented in Northern China in 577, I’ll say, “define Match.”

So what about the lighter? They were invented in the 16th century out of nothing more than a converted flintlock pistol. Now you can argue that a pistol is no lighter. This is true. But if you look up the definition of “Lighter” in the dictionary, it states; “A mechanical device used in lighting fires, cigarettes, cigars, or pipes.” So by definition, the converted pistol was indeed the first lighter.

I know what you are thinking, “What does the definition of “Match” say… It states, “a slender piece of wood, cardboard, or other flammable material tipped with a chemical substance that produces fire when rubbed on a rough or chemically prepared surface.” Sure they had sticks coated in a flammable substance, but they didn’t rub it to light it; they had to provide the flame or sparks to light it. So it was simply an easier way of making fire than just lighting a stick not chemically coated.

So now that semantic controversy is out of the way, here are some match and lighter facts.

It wasn’t until 1826 that a man by the name of John Walker from England invented the first actual match. (you know the kind you rub, it needed friction to light) However, Walker’s matches weren’t very reliable so the match (at the time) never really saw success. It wasn’t until 5 years later a man named Charles Sauria of France managed to develop a match that used white phosphorus. These little beauties were a little too successful. They often would ignite even when you didn’t want them to. And, as it turned out, white phosphorus was highly toxic. The workers who worked in the match plant often suffered from a horrible degeneration of the jawbone, known as “phossy jaw.” Even though the health hazards were well known, white phosphorus continued to be used on all matches until the 1900’s when the U.S. government along with Europe forced manufacturers to switch to a nontoxic chemical.
So what about the lighter you ask; well as you know the first ones were nothing more than the converted pistols in the 16th century. But it wasn’t until 1823 (note this is before the invention of the ACTUAL match in 1826) a German chemist named Johann Wolfgang Dobereiner is credited with inventing the first lighter. It was often called the “Dobereiner’s Lamp.” It worked by a reaction of hydrogen to platinum sponge, which gave off a large amount of heat. However, it didn’t see much success either. It wasn’t until Carl Auer Von Welsback (that is one hell of a name, just saying) patented the ferrocerium (it’s often misidentified as flint) in 1903. It was this that made lighters as we know them today, possible. It is when the flint is scratched that it produced a large spark that is responsible for lighting the fuel in lighters.
Bonus Facts:

The matchbook matches were patented in the United States by Joshua Pussey in 1892. (Yes, he was a Pussey)
In 1888 Ebenezer Beecher patented the first match making machine.
Today’s match making machines can produce over 10 million matches per 8 hour shift, with minimal people to monitor the operation.
George G. Blaisdell invented the zippo lighter in 1932, in Bradford, Pennsylvania
In the 1950s there was a switch in fuel choice from naphtha Naphtha to butane.
In 1998 BIC introduced the child-safety feature, a metal shield over the flint wheel, seen on all modern BICs. (from todayifoundout.com)

WORD OF THE DAY: jackleg (JAK-leg) which means unskilled; unscrupulous; incompetent. An unskilled or unscrupulous worker. From jack (man, worker) + blackleg. Earliest documented use: 1839.

2018 Ice Classic

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

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

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2018-19 preliminary budget



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Peaine Special Meeting Minutes

January 29, 2018

In the Studio

by Cindy Ricksgers

How I Became a Renown Hunter

by Mike Moore

How I became a renown hunter.

I think I was about 10 when I first got my hands on a bow.

It was a red skinny wood and fiberglass mix that was just this side of toy. I had 3 mismatched arrows, but no bowstring. I tied one together with some nylon twine, and set about Robin-hooding the neighborhood.

With hardly any kids nearby, shooting the bow became an everyday thing. I got super accurate with the thing.

Crazy accurate. I never split an arrow, but I could reliably graze the fletchings in every group.

My grandpa had a longbow that he would later let me borrow. Eventually, I got stronger than the bow, and decided that to increase power, I'd put knots in the string. Shorter string would equal more power.

Well, one knot led to another. Eventually it was hard to string the bow. When I did finally succeed, the limbs snapped in two- sending me on a journey upside down and backwards.

Distraught and disoriented, my dreams of bow hunting were put on hold.

It took me 25 years to get another longbow. Sure wish I had been smarter with the first.

In any event, next came a 20 gauge single shot that took quite a few squirrels. It must've been great for my folks, the scents of frying squirrel, and carefully stretched hides on coat hangers in the shed by the lawn mower.

Cleaning squirrels is not easy. You'd even think that they wanted to keep their hides on permanently. I was showing the neighbor kid how this worked when one of the innards wouldn't come free.

I tugged and tugged.

"I think it's the bladder."

"Looks full."

I tugged some more right before the bladder exploded in my face. The kid hid his admiration for me in laughter- until he realized he had squirrel urine on his coat.

Oh my, the sights and sounds. Me, hands covered in blood with a knife, hair all wet and crazy- steaming a bit from the heat of squirrel urine. Him, screaming bloody murder trying to escape a coat that was covered in squirrel pee.

Anyhow, I saved up to get a compound bow. It had sights, levers for adjusting draw weight, carbon fiber broadheads- the whole nine.

I got pretty good with it, but never as good as I was with the little red one. If there was ever enough meat on butterflies, I might have been a champion with that little red bow. In truth, I never tried. I kinda liked butterflies, and filleting might have had it's own set of challenges.

I was out for my first deer. Dad had taken me out twice before, and we saw nothin. I would dream about seeing deer. I'd daydream about taking the shot.

After each hunting episode, we'd talk about what might improve our chances. I checked out library books- kids, that's like an internet search, but with paper.

The last hunting day I remember, my dad and I stomped in apples to hide our scent. In retrospect, I'm glad we didn't have bears on the island...

I had my face darkened with black and brown stripes. I had my bow. I had my knife.

We headed in. I foxwalked, and we hardly spoke. When we needed to communicate, we talked in very low voices next to one another's ears.

We waited in a juniper bush for an hour and a half at the edge of a clearing.

We walked trails like a couple of misfit ninjas for another hour. Stopping. Looking this way and that. Touching tracks with our fingers.

We finally settled underneath someone's abandoned 2 x 4 tree stand in the hour before dusk.

There was something in the air. Senses were heightened.

A squirrel skittered past, stopped, and backed away slowly- holding its genitals, casting an angry gaze in my direction.

Well, maybe not that exactly, but the woods were getting more lively. More crunches here and there in the brush. The wind was light and perfectly placed. Our human and mushed apple scent would waft away from any deer we might see.

At first I thought my dad broke our vow of silence. I looked at him questioningly. He looked back at me, a bit excited. Weird.

A few minutes later, I heard it again. I looked at my Dad, then tossed my head towards his rump. Seriously, we could try a little harder to be quiet.

He was more excited. What the &÷**? We've all had beans before.

He spoke in a low whisper, "He's close. Behind us. He's snorting."

Adrenaline flushed. All was forgiven. The moment would be upon us soon.

I knew better than to move and scare the moment away. It could come at any second.

Then, in front of us, an angry rumbling in the distance. That one would be twice as big!

I carefully pulled an arrow from the quiver like a bomb disposal technician.

I nocked the arrow, muting the sound with my palm.

It all happened at once.

The rumbling sound became sharp as a dirt bike jumped a small dune in front of us. Then, it began spinning in a circle and spraying dirt in a thousand directions, oblivious to our situation.

The bike crested several more hills and was off.

I wanted to stay, but my guide rightly figured that any deer in their right mind would either be long gone, or too scared to show himself.

I've hunted since with similar results. One of these days I'll get my deer. In the meantime I'll just enjoy the motorcycle tire above my mantle.

Taxidermist did a nice mount.

Now, that's a nice ending, but it poses two problems. The more insignificant of the problems is that it's not true- no tire over the mantle. However, the larger problem is that it finishes the story with a sense that I went all Hannibal Lector, which I did not.

In truth, I never got a deer or saw the bike again. Both might be phantoms of my imagination. Maybe my dad was really gassy, and just cleverly covering it up.

We may never know. However, somewhere out there is an animal called a deer that continues to exist and is visible in the month of November- and not just through my windshield. Someday, I'll take one. Again, not with my windshield.

Until then, I am at your service for butterfly removal. You do the filleting. Mind the bladder, dear.

Once a hunter, always a hunter.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 8, 2018

I got a new cell phone yesterday and that’s how I do the weather, from special apps on it. Andrea and I decided to give the Android a spin as we get a new phone every year. That’s fine EXCEPT that I forgot my Facebook password and have to wait 24 hours to try again. Therefore, I’m writing this in Word and will let Joe paste it on my wall. If anyone on the island has a Samsung Galaxy Eclipse, please come save me from myself!!  It’s another chilly morning, I’m showing -4, clear skies, wind is at 3 mph from the NNW pressure is at 30.24 inches, and visibility is 9 miles.

TODAY: Partly sunny. Numerous snow showers in the morning, then scattered snow showers in the afternoon. Highs around 17°. Southwest winds at 10 mph shifting to the west in the afternoon. Gusts up to 25 mph.

TONIGHT: Mostly cloudy with scattered snow showers. Lows around 6°. West winds 5 to 10 mph with gusts to around 20 mph in the evening becoming light.

ON THIS DATE of February 8, 1725, Peter the Great, emperor of Russia, dies and is succeeded by his wife, Catherine.

The reign of Peter, who became sole czar in 1696, was characterized by a series of sweeping military, political, economic, and cultural reforms based on Western European models. Russian victories in major conflicts with Persia and the Ottoman Empire greatly expanded Peter’s empire, and the defeat of Sweden in the Great Northern War won Russia direct access to the Baltic Sea. Here, Peter founded the new Russian capital of St. Petersburg, and Russia became a major European power–politically, culturally, and geographically. In 1721, Peter abandoned the traditional Russian title of czar in favor of the European-influenced title of emperor. Four years later, he died.

DID YOU KNOW THAT  a sheep, a duck and a rooster were the first passengers in a hot air balloon?

On November 21, 1783, physicist Jean Francois Pilatre de Rozier, along with the Marquis d'Arlandes became the first humans to fly. Their flight, in a hot air balloon designed by brothers Joseph and Etienne Montgolfier, was witnessed by thousands in Paris, including the royal family and Benjamin Franklin, and soon inspired a ballooning craze.

Pilatre de Rozier was born in Metz, France, in 1754. He later became a physics and chemistry professor in Reims and a member of the French Academy of Sciences.

The brothers Montgolfier came from a large family in Annonay, France that been successful in the paper making business for generations. Working in the paper mill, the brothers noticed that smoke tended to rise, and that it could lift pieces of paper. The brothers made several unsuccessful balloon experiments indoors first. They filled a paper bag with steam, which just made the bag soggy. The brothers had heard of Henry Cavendish’s work showing that hydrogen was much lighter than air, and were eager to put that knowledge to use to lift objects into the air, but they couldn’t devise a way to contain the hydrogen.

Their first successful balloon was a bag made of paper and linen, open at the bottom. A fire held at the bottom heated the air in the bag. The heated air inside the bag expanded, making it less dense than the surrounding air, causing the bag to rise.

The Montgolfier brothers didn’t quite understand the physics involved– they believed thick smoke was the key to keeping the bag aloft, so they burned things like straw, wool, and even old shoes to produce the densest possible smoke. Not recognizing that the heat had made the bag rise, the brothers also seem to have believed at the time that they had produced a new, previously undiscovered gas that was lighter than air.

But even with their poor understanding, through trial and error they were able to produce a working balloon. After making several small-scale tests, they were ready for the first public demonstration. The ten-meter diameter balloon was exhibited on June 4, 1783. Tethered to the ground, and carrying no passengers, the balloon rose high above the marketplace at Annonay.

Sparked by their success, but too cautious to fly themselves, the Montgolfier brothers planned another demonstration, this time with a sheep, a duck, and a rooster as passengers. The flight, on September 19, 1783 in Versailles, was watched by king Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette, as well as a large crowd of fascinated Parisians. The farm animals flew about 2 miles, and returned to the ground unharmed after about 8 minutes. Though the king didn’t care for the stench of all the smoke, the flight was a success.

WORD OF THE DAY: naissane (NEY-suh ns) which means a birth, an origination, or a growth, as that of aperson, an organization, an idea, or amovement.The English noun naissancecomes from Middle French naissance, which is aderivative of the verb naître“to be born.” The French verb comes from theVulgar Latin nāscere, a regular verb replacing the Latin deponent verb nāscīNaissanceentered English in the late 15th century. The sense of “new style,movement, or development (in the arts)” comes from a French usage of the20th century.

St. James Township Meeting

Many of the documents for this meeting are below.


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

View video of this meeting HERE

Transportation Authority Meeting Rescheduled

Tuesday, February 20, 2018, at noon

Lea Marie Thrush

Lea Marie (Feck) Thrush wore out her earthly shell and peacefully returned to her goddess on January 23, 2018.

Lea hailed from Traverse City. She was the daughter of Clara Belle Wilkins and Harold Feck. She moved to Saugatuck around 1977. 

She was an avid gardener, fisherwoman, lover of animals, reading, sewing, and football pools. An inspiring proponent of civil rights and women's rights, Lea even founded an Allegan County chapter of National Organization for Women in the early 80s.

She worked at J.E. Miles, Harris Pie, Haworth, and The Newsstand. She later restored and sold ceramics on ebay and had antique booths in Douglas. She also volunteered and collected donations for Covert Baptist Church and Christian Neighbors in Douglas.

Lea is survived by her children, Amy (Spanogle) Myers of New Orleans, La.,  Rebecca (Spanogle) Klapil of Grand Rapids, and Claudia Marshall of Charlotte, Vt.; her long time companion PG Walter of Douglas; and her six siblings, Al Feck of Grand Rapids, Neil Feck of Traverse City, Kelly Neff of Thornton, Colo., Theresa Renaud of Golden, Colo., Terrance Moore of Seattle, Wash., and Joe Moore of Beaver Island.

A remembrance, family reunion and burial will be held in August, on Beaver Island.

Christmas Cantata 2006

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

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

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

View a short gallery of photos HERE

View video of the 2006 Cantata HERE

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 7, 2018

First off, thank you all for coming out to Stoney Acres last night for the benefit. We were rather overwhelmed by the turnout and all those who care. As far as I know, the one, and only one, drawback to to living here is having an illness that requires many, many trips back and forth to the mainland. So thank you all, especially Dana and Eric Hodgson, who hosted, to the wonderful cooks, and the waitresses and bartenders who hustled like crazy, and to Paul and Angel Welke for their continued help. We are totally humbled by you all and by those who have donated on the Go Fund Me page. Thank you feels a bit small, but it's all we have at the moment. I begin another round of doctor appointments this Friday, PET scan and biopsy on the 23rd, and back to my oncologist on the 2nd. Now, what are the high points of having cancer? Let's see, you get to travel A LOT, you meet all sorts of new people (doctors, nurses, technicians, fellow travelers of this special trip in waiting rooms), you learn hundreds of new words (words for machines, scans, medicines, etc.), and most importantly, you FEEL all the love and prayers that people offer up for you. Thank every single one of you!

This morning I'm showing 10°, humidity is at 69%, pressure is steady at 30.32 inches, wind is from the north, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Mostly cloudy with scattered snow showers. HIghs around 17°. Northwest winds at 10 mph.
TONIGHT: Partly cloudy in the evening then becoming mostly cloudy. Scattered snow showers. Lows around 6°. West winds at 10 mph.

ON THIS DATE of February 7, 1812, the most violent of a series of earthquakes near Missouri causes a so-called fluvial tsunami in the Mississippi River, actually making the river run backward for several hours. The series of tremors, which took place between December 1811 and March 1812, were the most powerful in the history of the United States at that time.

The unusual seismic activity began at about 2 a.m. on December 16, 1811, when a strong tremor rocked the New Madrid region. The city of New Madrid, located near the Mississippi River in present-day Arkansas, had about 1,000 residents at the time, mostly farmers, hunters and fur trappers. At 7:15 a.m., an even more powerful quake erupted, now estimated to have had a magnitude of 8.6. This tremor literally knocked people off their feet and many people experienced nausea from the extensive rolling of the earth. Given that the area was sparsely populated and there weren’t many multi-story structures, the death toll was relatively low. However, the quake did cause landslides that destroyed several communities, including Little Prairie, Missouri.

The earthquake also caused fissures–some as much as several hundred feet long–to open on the earth’s surface. Large trees were snapped in two. Sulfur leaked out from underground pockets and river banks vanished, flooding thousands of acres of forests. On January 23, 1812, an estimated 8.4-magnitude quake struck in nearly the same location, causing disastrous effects. Reportedly, the president’s wife, Dolley Madison, was awoken by the tremor in Washington, D.C. Fortunately, the death toll was smaller, as most of the survivors of the first earthquake were now living in tents, in which they could not be crushed.

The strongest of the tremors followed on February 7. This one was estimated at an amazing 8.8-magnitude and was probably one of the strongest quakes in human history. Church bells rang in Boston, thousands of miles away, from the shaking. Brick walls were toppled in Cincinnati. In the Mississippi River, water turned brown and whirlpools developed suddenly from the depressions created in the riverbed. Waterfalls were created in an instant; in one report, 30 boats were helplessly thrown over falls, killing the people on board. Many of the small islands in the middle of the river, often used as bases by river pirates, permanently disappeared. Large lakes, such as Reelfoot Lake in Tennessee and Big Lake at the Arkansas-Missouri border, were created by the earthquake as river water poured into new depressions.

This series of large earthquakes ended in March, although there were aftershocks for a few more years. In all, it is believed that approximately 1,000 people died because of the earthquakes, though an accurate count is difficult to determine because of a lack of an accurate record of the Native American population in the area at the time.

DID YOU KNOW THAT there are 5 temples in Kyoto, Japan that have blood stained ceilings. The ceilings are made from the floorboards of a castle where warriors killed themselves after a long hold-off against an army. To this day, you can still see the outlines and footprints.

From taiken.co comes this: "In the year 1600, aggressions between Tokugawa Ieyasu and Ishida Mitsunari were reaching their peak. Mitsunari had taken Osaka Castle and refused summons to the Shogun to explain his actions. He was intent on capturing the old capital of Kyoto and, consolidating his power from there, building a force to crush his rival successor to Toyotomi Hideyoshi’s legacy. Between him and his goal stood Fushimi Castle, under the control of Torii Mototada—a Tokugawa loyalist. At the time, much of Ieyasu’s military might was focused in the east and Mototada was thus on his own. Realizing that the coming battle could neither be avoided nor won, Motodata assured Ieyasu of his commitment to defend the castle to the last man, and suggested reducing the garrison so that the inevitable loss would not be quite as costly to the Eastern Army. Satisfied that this would delay Mistunari long enough for the Eastern Army to arrive in Kansai, Ieyasu began marching west toward Gifu while Mototada prepared for Mistunari’s advance.

Mitsunari’s Western Army arrived at Fushimi Castle on August 27th. For twelve days Mototada’s garrison held the castle, until a betrayal from within set in motion his eventual defeat. A tower was set on fire and in the confusion Mitsunari’s men breached the fortress. More fires were set and Mototada’s men were quickly overwhelmed. True to his loyal promise to Ieyasu, Mototada refused to be captured and when the battle was definitively lost, he, his family and the three hundred and seventy warriors still remaining committed seppuku, ritualistic suicide of the samurai class. Their blood soaked into the floorboards, immortalizing their final moments."

WORD OF THE DAY: lenity (LEN-i-tee) which means the quality or state of being mild or gentle, as toward others. The English noun lenity is a borrowing of Old French lenité or Latin lēnitat-, the stem of lēnitās “softness, smoothness, gentleness,” a derivative of the adjective lēnis, from which English has lenient and lenition. Lenity entered English in the mid-16th century.

Christmas Cantata 2005

Another beautiful Christams Cantata led by Kathy Speck with help from the entire community choir and muscians on the island for this special event. This particular annual event was special due to the large choir and the inclusion of the younger school kids in the program.

View a gallery of photos taken from the video HERE

View video of the Cantata HERE

CPR Training

Familiar Faces 1

by Joe Moore

One of the wonderful parts of having worked in the emergency services, and, particularly, EMS, is that you know most of the patients on Beaver Island.  If you have lived here forty years and have done EMS here for thirty years, you pretty much know all of the EMS patients that you encountered.  But, even more importantly, you care about these people.  Once you retire from doing this service, it’s very hard to look from the outside and see delays in patient transport and just hear about the treatments that the patient received.

Read the first chapter of this book HERE

Special St. James Meeting on Recreation Plan

February 12, 2018

St. James Documents for February 7th

Salary Resolution for Trustees

Salary Resolution for Clerk

Salary Resolution for Treasurer

Salary Resolution for Supervisor

Financial Report 01/31/17

Special Meeting Agenda 02/07/18

Lost in Translation

by Cindy Ricksgers

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 6, 2018

Another invigorating Beaver Island morning. Right now I'm showing 9°, feels like 1°, humidity is 76%, pressure is rising from 30.19 inches, wind is from the WNW at 7 mph, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Partly sunny. Scattered snow showers in the morning, then isolated snow showers in the afternoon. Highs around 14°. West winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 20 mph. Chance of snow 50%. Wind chill readings 2 below to 12 below zero.
TONIGHT: Partly cloudy with isolated snow showers in the evening, then mostly cloudy with scattered snow showers after midnight. Lows around 5°. Light winds. Chance of snow 50%.

ON THIS DATE of February 6, 1952, after a long illness, King George VI of Great Britain and Northern Ireland dies in his sleep at the royal estate at Sandringham. Princess Elizabeth, the oldest of the king’s two daughters and next in line to succeed him, was in Kenya at the time of her father’s death; she was crowned Queen Elizabeth II on June 2, 1953, at age 27.

King George VI, the second son of King George V, ascended to the throne in 1936 after his older brother, King Edward VIII, voluntarily abdicated to marry American divorcee Wallis Simpson. During World War II, George worked to rally the spirits of the British people by touring war zones, making a series of morale-boosting radio broadcasts (for which he overcame a speech impediment) and shunning the safety of the countryside to remain with his wife in bomb-damaged Buckingham Palace. The king’s health deteriorated in 1949, but he continued to perform state duties until his death in 1952.

Queen Elizabeth, born on April 21, 1926, and known to her family as Lilibet, was groomed as a girl to succeed her father. She married a distant cousin, Philip Mountbatten, on November 20, 1947, at London’s Westminster Abbey. The first of Elizabeth’s four children, Prince Charles, was born in 1948.

From the start of her reign, Elizabeth understood the value of public relations and allowed her 1953 coronation to be televised, despite objections from Prime Minister Winston Churchill and others who felt it would cheapen the ceremony. Elizabeth, the 40th British monarch since William the Conqueror, has worked hard at her royal duties and become a popular figure around the world. In 2003, she celebrated 50 years on the throne, only the fifth British monarch to do so.

The queen’s reign, however, has not been without controversy. She was seen as cold and out-of-touch following the 1996 divorce of her son, Prince Charles, and Princess Diana, and again after Diana’s 1997 death in a car crash. Additionally, the role in modern times of the monarchy, which is largely ceremonial, has come into question as British taxpayers have complained about covering the royal family’s travel expenses and palace upkeep. Still, the royals are effective world ambassadors for Britain and a huge tourism draw. Today, the queen, an avid horsewoman and Corgi dog lover, is one of the world’s wealthiest women, with extensive real-estate holdings and art and jewelry collections.

DID YOU KNOW THAT In September 1957, someone from the Lincoln Park Zoo brought a young 30-inch snake to the Chicago Natural History Museum. They asked for help identifying the snake.

Famed herpetologist Karl P. Schmidt was working at the Natural History Museum at the time, and agreed to take a look at the snake. Schmidt was a well-known snake expert, prestigious in his field, adept at identifying snakes and so successful that he even had many species named after him.

On September 25, Schmidt noted that the snake was African, was covered in brightly colored patterns, and had a head shape similar to that of a boomslang snake — a type of venomous snake found in Sub-Saharan Africa. The herpetologist, however, had his doubts about it actually being a boomslang, because, as he recorded in his journal, the snake’s “anal plate was undivided.”

What Schmidt did next was quite likely the move that would ultimately be responsible for ending his life. He picked the snake up for closer examination, and as he was puzzling over the specimen’s unusual characteristics, the snake suddenly darted out and bit him on his left thumb, leaving two three-millimeter deep bloody puncture wounds.

Schmidt began sucking on the wounds, but instead of seeking further medical attention, he turned to his journal, and began recording the effects the venom was having on him. Within 24 hours he would be pronounced dead.

Perhaps Schmidt didn’t believe the snake’s bite would be fatal. He took the train home from work, and continued to record the effect of the venom in his journal:

“4:30 - 5:30 PM strong nausea but without vomiting. During a trip to Homewood went on a suburban train.

5:30 - 6:30 PM strong chill and shaking followed by fever of 101.7. Bleeding of mucus membranes in the mouth began about 5:30, apparently mostly from gums.

8:30 PM ate two pieces of milk toast.

9:00 to 12:20 A.M. slept well. Urination at 12:20 AM mostly blood but a small amount. Took a glass of water at 4:30 AM, followed by violent nausea and vomiting, the contents of the stomach being the undigested supper. Felt much better and slept until 6:30 AM”

After waking, Schmidt continued on with his morning as usual. He ate breakfast and continued recording his medical reactions to the venom in his journal — a curious scientist up until the very end.

“September 26. 6:30 AM Temperature 98.2. Ate cereal and poached eggs on toast and apple sauce and coffee for breakfast. No urine with an ounce or so of blood about every three hours. Mouth and nose continuing to bleed, not excessively.”

“Excessively” was the last word Schmidt entered in his diary. After lunch, at about 1:30 p.m., he vomited and called his wife. By the time help arrived, Schmidt was unresponsive, covered in sweat, unable to talk. The physician was called, and resuscitation was attempted until Schmidt arrived in hospital. By 3 p.m. Schmidt was pronounced dead from “respiration paralysis.”

Boomslang venom acts quickly. Just .0006 milligrams of it can kill a bird in just a few minutes. The venom causes disseminated intravascular coagulation, essentially making victims bleed to death.

According to Schmidt’s autopsy report, his lungs were bleeding, his eyes were bleeding, his heart, kidneys and brain were bleeding.

The Chicago Daily Tribune reported that Schmidt was advised to seek medical help just hours before he died. But Schmidt refused, saying “No, that would upset the symptoms.”

Some believe Schmidt’s death was a case of curiosity killing the scientist. Others, however, note that, being an expert herpetologist, Schmidt would have known that boomslang antivenom was available only in Africa. In other words, there is a possibility he simply accepted his death.

In either case, as noted by Science Friday producer Tom McNamara, Schmidt, at the edge of his own death, did not shrink back. Instead he “jumped into the unknown.”

(This article is based on an interview that aired on PRI's Science Friday with Ira Flatow.)

WORD OF THE DAY: cerebrate (SER-uh-breyt) which means to use the mind; think or think about. The verb cerebrate is a back formation from the noun cerebration, which is a derivative of the Latin noun cerebrum “brain, understanding.” Cerebrum is a derivative of a very widespread, very complicated Proto-Indo-European root ker- “uppermost part of the body, head, horn, nail (of the finger or toe).” This root has many variant forms and is related to the Latin noun crābro “hornet” (English hornet comes from the same root), Greek kár “head” and kéras “horn,” and German Hirn “brain." Cerebrate entered English in the 19th century.

St. James Special Meeting Notice

February 7, 2018, 2 p.m.

How I Became Afraid of Snakes

by Mike Moore

How I became afraid of snakes.

When I was little, I did lots of out-doorsey things. I remember the first time my mom and dad took me into the forest. I know that's a strange thing to remember, but it was a big deal for me.

We crossed Carlisle Road, and waded through the grasses that were as tall as me. My dad found an opening in the brush, and we were inside.

I thought I had just entered a magical playground.

I could see teeter-totters in a balanced old log- a slide just there, out of an old split tree.

Everything was cooler inside, bathed in the green and yellow filtered light from the boughs above. The wooshy sound of pine needles, the tapping of beech leaves. It was fantastic.

Now, just so you know, the woods near the house weren't necessarily what anybody now would call ethereal. I just hadn't been in the forest before. Also, I was growing up on a big patch of sand in the middle of a giant lake.

Another of the more exciting moments in my early childhood was seeing a garbage truck for the first time on the mainland. I had only seen those in books!

In any event, I made that patch of forest and surrounding area my playground. There were trees to climb, things to fall off of, forts to build- and snakes to catch!

Snails, and puppy dog tails...

To catch the dangerous "gardner" snakes as I called them, required a vast knowledge of snake habitat and behavior.

In other words, you needed to find something that was left on the ground for awhile, and flip it over.

I had acquired this skill set, and became an expert wrangler of these dangerous reptiles.

Now before the Garter Snake Protection Institute gets after me, I didn't hurt the critters. I'd pick them up, and check them out- while trying not to have them pee on me. Garter snake urine is just part of the game of catching snakes- you couldn't escape it if you tried.

So, for many years the garter snakes and I led a symbiotic relationship. I would get enjoyment our of catching them, and they would get pulled from the safety of their homes by the neck to get examined and named. Everybody was happy.

As with so many things, the joy of catching harmless reptiles as a youth faded as interests changed. My next encounter with a snake would be in school in junior high.

There was a large garter snake in the back of the science lab, housed in a big fish aquarium. We happened to be studying reptiles, and the topic came up about whether reptiles had slimy skin like amphibians.

I contended that they did, having handled hundreds of urine drenched garter snakes. This led to a line of kids having to hold the class snake.

You know how you get that feeling that you shouldn't do something? Well, that feeling was generally absent in my life until I turned about 30, but I was feeling it then.

I didn't want to hold that snake. I didn't know why, but the feeling was strong.

I was next in line. I was immovable.

The teacher persisted. You need to take your turn holding the snake. I held firm.

The boys teased. I held firm. No hold snake.

The girls snickered.


I picked up the snake from the kid in front of me. The teacher began to tell me how that wasn't so bad, and the skin isn't slimy. In the midst of that, the snake went rigid.

It unhinged its little jaw, and stuck me on the arm 3 times! I, of course, dropped the snake, causing screams and upward crawling from the girls, and great bellows of laughter from the boys.

Coolness was gone. Snake spooked, I was.

My next encounter with snakes was with my uncle on Hog Island. We were exploring the island by cutting through the middle. The mosquitos were in full swarm, arguing with the blackflies and horseflies for my blood. Every branch that could, either reached out to scratch me or slap me in the face.

When we finally came to a clearing, I was so relieved, I wiped my tears.

Then, the ground started moving as the entire Hog Island population of snakes were startled from their sunbathing in that lovely clearing.


My uncle, realizing that I was becoming unhinged, suggested that we walk back to camp by beach.

I was quite agreeable.

Now, when we think of beaches, we have a picture in our mind. There was bits of that picture on our walk, but also large cedar trees wading out in the shallows.

A watersnake zipped past with a fish three times the size of it's head. I gave it a wide berth, staining the water as I walked.

My uncle recommended that I wade a little deeper. Shoot, I didn't mind that at all- the water was great.

Then, I thought, "Why? Why is he wanting me to wade deeper?"

A dangerous question, that.

I saw the reason. There's always a reason.

Hanging from the lowest limbs, just above the water's surface, were more watersnakes. Lots of em. They had that snakey-revenge look in their beady little eyes.

I couldn't pee myself anymore, but I made a close second to St. Peter on water travel.

So now when I'm mowing the yard, I'll occasionally see a snake. I'll wrap myself around the lawnmower like I'm climbing a palm tree, and scream a note that causes dogs to bark in the next town.

It's very masculine.

My neighbor is scared of snakes too. He's from Wyoming where there were rattlers.

I smile when he mentions that.

He has no idea the horrors of the water and garter snakes of my youth.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 5, 2018

Be prepared for another Phillip Michael Moore story once I'm done with this weather report. Well, that was one terrific football game! Love those close ones, they make it so much fun. Not so much fun this morning. It's darn cold out there. I'm showing 9°, wind chill of -7°, humidity is at 79%, pressure is steady at 30.03 inches, wind is from the west at 12 mph, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Mostly cloudy. Scattered snow showers in the morning. Highs around 17°. West winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 30 mph. Lowest wind chill readings 10 below to 20 below zero in the morning.
TONIGHT: Snow showers likely. Total nighttime snow accumulation up to 2 inches. Lows around 4°. West winds 5 to 15 mph. Gusts up to 30 mph decreasing to 20 mph after midnight.

ON THIS DATE of February 5, 1928, Catholic priest and novelist Andrew Greeley is born in Oak Park, Illinois.

Greeley was raised in an Irish Catholic community in Chicago and became a priest in 1954, at age 26. He took a doctorate at the University of Chicago, where he later taught sociology. A relatively liberal priest, he came into conflict with the increasingly conservative church hierarchy and was outspoken in his support of women’s roles in the church and of birth control. He engaged in a 17-year-long feud with a cardinal in the Chicago archdiocese. Meanwhile, he wrote nonfiction books on religion and sociology, and in the mid-1970s he turned to fiction. A short story he wrote entitled “Ms. Carpenter,” about Mary, mother of Jesus, took first place in the Catholic Press Association’s short story contest in 1978, and a year later he published a book, The Magic Cup, an Irish Legend.

Greeley’s breakthrough novel was The Cardinal Sins (1981), about two young men from Chicago’s West Side who become priests at the same time. The book became a bestseller, and Greeley followed it up with at least one novel a year for the next 15 years. Among his many works are Thy Brother’s Wife (1982), Angels of September (1986), Wages of Sin (1992), and Irish Gold (1994). Sometimes criticized for the relatively high sexual content in his books, Greeley told critics that he attempted to portray real life, while subtly demonstrating the influence and power of religion.

He donated much of the wealth brought by his books to charity. Among his donations were a $1.5 million endowment to the University of Chicago for a chair in the sociology of religion, and a $1 million grant to inner-city Chicago schools. Greeley is also an active nonfiction writer, who has published more than 100 nonfiction books.

DID YOU KNOW THAT if you took all the blood vessels out of an average child and laid them out in one line, the line would stretch over 60,000 miles. An adult's would be closer to 100,000 miles long. There are three kinds of blood vessels: arteries, veins, and capillaries.

WORD OF THE DAY: snollygoster (SNOL-ee gos-tuhr) which means a shrewd, unprincipled person. Of uncertain origin, perhaps an alteration of snallygaster, a mythical creature said to prey on poultry and children, possibly from Pennsylvania Dutch schnelle geeschter, from German schnell (quick) + Geist (spirit). Earliest documented use: 1846. NOTE: According to a Georgia editor, “A snollygoster is a fellow who wants office, regardless of party, platform, or principles, and who, whenever he wins, gets there by the sheer force of monumental talknophical assumnacy.”

Readings and Sermon from Holy Cross

February 4, 2018

The live stream began at the beginning of the service, but the music could not be included in video due to the copyright issues that are still being investigated. No matter the lack of music, other ways of doing the service are continuing, but the music copyright issues are the current problem, and can't be included at this point.

Our lector this morning was Joan Banville and our celebrant was Fr. Jim Siler. His sermon is included in the video as are the prayers for the parish, the island, and the world.

View video of the readings and sermon HERE

52 Lists for Happiness #6

by Cindy Ricksgers

How I Got Seasick

by Mike Moore

How I got seasick. (You might want to skip this one, it gets a bit nasty).

Still here? You've been warned. Continue at your own peril.

I've always had a special affinity for water. I suppose all of us who have lived on an island are like that. The Lake is majestic. It is cruel. Sometimes it breaks in confused ways around you.

The joy of bounding in the waves at Donegal Bay is tempered by the undertow as the spirit of the lake tries to pull you back to her own cold heart.

In many ways, the Lake is a continual metaphor of life. I was in it or on it for every recreational moment, so it made sense that I would want to try working on it.

So, for one or two summers I worked as a deckhand on the ferry boats- most often the South Shore.

As ferry boats go, that boat was especially "corky." In heavy seas, you'd see nothing but water, then nothing but sky as the ole cork rolled and bobbed her way across.

The South Shore would carry passengers and cars of course, but once or twice a week, she would have special cargo. I'll get to that momentarily.

My job was divided into several small duties. Luckily for me, Shane and Erin's grandpa was patient with me and showed the the ropes- er... so to speak. Can't remember his name, and it's driving me bonkers!

Anyhow, I'd chain the cars down, check the chains, and unchain the cars. I'd take tickets.

I'd go into the heart of Hades itself, the engine room, every 20 minutes or so to check engine temp. It might be 90 outside, but it was broiling in the engine room on a good day.

One time she was running really hot, and I raced to the helm like something out of a WWII movie.

The grandpa calmed me down and headed below with me. You couldn't hear of course, and you had ear protection, so the language of choice was pointing and wild gestures.

I pointed to the gauge that was moving steadily into the red. He gestured to a hose, which he then clamped to spray water on a pipe on the engine. I found this to be ridiculous. Up above, I inquired about the method.

He replied, "Check it in 10 minutes."

I checked it every 5. He was right. All was well.

All that heat, and bouncy waves? No seasickness at all.

Now the South Shore would carry a pallet or two of iced fish to to mainland once or twice a week. The fish boxes were thickly waxed cardboard with little holes in the corners. The fish oil would drizzle out on the floor as we went along. Lots of it.

Another cargo we carried was waste from the transfer station. It also leaked the most putrid sweet smelling nastiness. We called it "garbage juice."

It was my job to spray and scrub the deck of all this foulness. Never seasick.

Then, there were the buckets. The green buckets. Apparently the invention of sick sacks that could be thrown away hadn't made it onto the boat company's radar when I worked there.

Someone was ill (It was never one person, the stuff spreads like wildfire), and into the bucket it went. Guess whose job it was to rinse and replace the buckets? And run the mop.

Never got seasick.

The worst part of my job was sanitation. I had to connect a large pump out hose, and turn valves to empty a huge tank of human nastiness. There was a pump out connection of either side of the boat so you could pump out regardless of which side was nearest the dock. There was no escape.

One day, as I was performing these duties as assigned in Charlevoix, and turning the special valve, there was a great knocking sound. I could hear the low rumble above me, and a jingling would across the other side.

I went to investigate- things could go very wrong in an operation like this.

The end cap on the alternate pump out station was shaking something fierce. I noticed the connector was loose.

I reached to tighten it, and then it happened.

I don't know, maybe 60 gallons of the stuff hit me right in the face.

I couldn't jump in the water- at that time there were no ladders, and I didn't want to drown with this as my final act.

"Here we bury Phillip Michael, a young man taken in the prime of his youth by an unfortunate incident with human waste. Lots of it. We're not even kidding."

"Boy, it's s%$<<y what happened to Mike."

"Do you realize what you just said?!"

I couldn't go out like that.

I sprayed myself wrinkly with a garden hose, and asked if they had anything at the office. They tore through the drawers, and gave me 7 or 8 antibacterial wipes. I didn't get to thank them, they shooed me out the door.

I wiped and scrubbed, and garden hosed some more. And repeated until I was red all over.

I needed clothes.

For those who haven't been, the businesses arpound the boat dock in Charlevoix cater to tourists with decent sized pockets.

I never brought my wallet to work.

Imagine their surprise when a soaking, red, and very ripe teenager comes through the door of your swanky tourist shop with a borrowed towel asking to buy clothes with no money.

They weren't if interested in the why, I think they agreed to my terms mostly because of my smell.

It was rough on the boat trip home- both the sea and the continued teasing of my co-workers. But, no, I wasn't seasick.

A few weeks after the incident which shall not be named, I came to work a little tired- we'll say from a long night of memorizing psalms.

I made it through all the sights and smells ok. Then, it was time for the best part of the job.

The boat trip one way was better than 2 1/2 hours, and I got to steer for an hour of it. It was grand.

3 and the occasional 4 or 5 foot wave- just at the maximum that the captain would allow before taking the wheel himself.

I was doing fine until the lady with the poodle went forward.

She was wobbling like a drunk one moment, and holding on for dear life the next.

Then it happened. The reason she went forward.

The poodle did what all animals have to do. It's a natural part of being an animal.

What was unnatural, was the fact that the result rolled back and forth across the deck with each wave.

I called for the captain in a garbled plea, and joined in the traditional gift to the sea so many landlubbers give.

I made it over the rail at least.

It was, what I hope at least, the first, and LAST time I was seasick.

I've seen many wild seas since, and I've been just fine, thank you.

I'll take you out sometime. Just leave your #!,;$ poodle at home.

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 4, 2018

Welcome to Super Bowl Sunday. Remember the store is only open for a short time after church to get your snacks and beer/wine. Also, Expect another Mike Moore story after I finish my post. The laughter will warm you up, I promise. Right now it's 12°, feele like 2°, cloudy skies, humidity is at 75%, pressure is rising from 29.93 inches, wind is from the NNE at 7 mph, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Snow in the morning, then a slight chance of snow showers in the afternoon. Highs around 13°. North winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph.
TONIGHT: Partly cloudy. Slight chance of snow showers in the evening, then a chance of snow showers after midnight. Lows around 1. West winds at 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph. Wind chill readings zero to 10 below.

ON THIS DATE of February 4, 1938, “See for yourself what the genius of Walt Disney has created in his first full length feature production,” proclaimed the original trailer for Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.

Based on the famous fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm, Snow White opened with the Wicked Queen asking her magic mirror the question “Who is the fairest one of all?” The mirror gives its fateful answer: Snow White, the queen’s young stepdaughter. Ordered by the queen to kill the young princess, a sympathetic woodsman instead urges Snow White to hide in the forest; there she encounters a host of friendly animals, who lead her to a cottage inhabited by the Seven Dwarfs: Sleepy, Dopey, Doc, Sneezy, Grumpy, Bashful and Happy. Eventually, in the classic happy ending viewers would come to expect as a Disney trademark, love conquers all as the dwarfs defeat the villainous queen and Snow White finds love with a handsome prince.

Walt Disney’s decision to make Snow White, which was the first animated feature to be produced in English and in Technicolor, flew in the face of the popular wisdom at the time. Naysayers, including his wife Lillian, warned him that audiences, especially adults, wouldn’t sit through a feature-length cartoon fantasy about dwarfs. But Disney put his future on the line, borrowing most of the $1.5 million that he used to make the film. Snow White premiered in Hollywood on December 21, 1937, earning a standing ovation from the star-studded crowd. When it was released to the public the following February, the film quickly grossed $8 million, a staggering sum during the Great Depression and the most made by any film up to that time.

Critics were virtually unanimous in their admiration for Snow White. Charlie Chaplin, who attended the Hollywood premiere, told the Los Angeles Times that the film “even surpassed our high expectations. In Dwarf Dopey, Disney has created one of the greatest comedians of all time.” The movie’s innovative use of story, color, animation, sound, direction and background, among other elements, later inspired directors like Federico Fellini and Orson Welles. In fact, Welles’ Citizen Kane features an opening shot of a castle at night with one lighted window that is strikingly similar to the first shot of the Wicked Queen’s castle in Snow White.

Disney won an honorary Academy Award for his pioneering achievement, while the music for the film, featuring Snow White’s famous ballad, “Some Day My Prince Will Come” and other songs by Frank Churchill, Larry Morey, Paul J. Smith and Leigh Harline, was also nominated for an Oscar. The studio re-released Snow White for the first time in 1944, during World War II; thereafter, it was released repeatedly every decade or so, a pattern that became a tradition for Disney’s animated films. For its 50th anniversary in 1987, Snow White was restored, but cropped into a wide-screen format, a choice that irked some critics. Disney released a more complete digital restoration of the film in 1993. Its power continues to endure: In June 2008, more than 60 years after its U.S. release, the American Film Institute chose Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs as the No. 1 animated film of all time in its listing of “America’s 10 Greatest Films in 10 Classic Genres.”

DID YOU KNOW THAT In France, it is legal to marry a dead person? During World War I, a few women were married by use of proxy to soldiers that had died weeks earlier. This practice came to be called posthumous marriage. Posthumous marriage for civilians originated in the 1950s, when a dam broke and killed 400 people in Fréjus, France, including a man named André Capra, who was engaged to Iréne Jodart. Jodart pleaded with French President Charles de Gaulle to let her go along with her marriage plans even though her fiancé had died. She had support from the media and within months was allowed to marry her fiancé. It is likely that posthumous marriage (un mariage posthume) was made as an extension to France's proxy marriage.

WORD OF THE DAY: byzantine (BIZ-uh n-teen) which means complex or intricate. The English adjective Byzantine originally applied to the city of Byzantium (later Constantinople) and the art, architecture, and history of the Byzantine or Eastern Roman Empire. The most common current sense "complex, intricate" dates from the first half of the 20th century. Byzantine entered English in the 18th century.

A New Month

by Cindy Ricksgers

St. James Meeting Documents

for 2/06/18

18.01.03 - DRAFT Minutes of 18.01.03 - Regular Meeting

18.01.22 - DRAFT Special Meeting



Annual Meeting FAQ

Bid Tabulation Fireworks 2018

Salary Resolution 2018 Treasurer

How I Learned to Swim

by Mike Moore

How I learned to swim.

Aunt Ruthie lived in a little blue house on the harbor, right next to the municipal dock. I'd end up over there when my parents wanted to go out, or if it was time to argue with my cousin. You can lose that ability if you don't practice- I mean, I hardly argue with cousins anymore. Sad, really. I had a knack for it.

Anyhow, sometimes Ruthie would let us swim in the back- literally 25 feet from the back of the house. We didn't get to do this often due to boat traffic, but it was a fun deal.

Except. Just 2 feet off the shore, the depth dropped crazy fast for boats to pass through. You needed a life jacket.

The giant orange life jackets.

Kids these days have no idea. They think a life jacket is a nylon vest with a zipper and pockets. No, the life jackets of yesteryear were designed by men who sewed pillows in random configurations.

You knew you had it on right when your cheeks were pressed up into your eyes, and your speech sounded like you just got back from dental surgery. They are filled with the souls and fluff of stuffed animals who must have behaved badly. They were compacted to such a degree that the "jacket" squished about like an unripe grapefruit.

They were manufactured to smell of mildew and old books. Youth and adults were strapped around the back to a metal buckle, and a second strap made a bow in the front under your chin. Littler ones had the "comfort strap" that chafed your privates and pushed your Underoos to places that required considerable recovery time.

These youth "jackets" also had a handle just behind your head. This handle was made out of the same belt-like material as the rest of the straps. It was triple stitched- the strongest part of this torture device.

The handle had no apparent purpose except to be an ergonomic means for your parent to grab hold of you, and shake the @$^& out of you for doing something stupid.

It was with these "jackets" that we would bob around and flail our limbs in summer joy, or in attempts to outswim watersnakes.

Adults would call you out of the water, and assume that you were refusing- while in truth you were flailing like you were covered in ants and getting nowhere.

"Tell me why you're not getting out of the water! This is the third time I've told you!"

"Mmmph Mmphin Mmph!" We tried to say with pillows of bright orange smashing our face.

"What did you say, you little twerp!"

You'd use your hands to pull the fluff out of your face only to say, "The strap in my crotch is GONE!" or "I'm trying!"

Then, when you were in the shallows enough to stand, they'd grap you by that handle by your head as you tried to get the mud off your feet, or while you were in the midst of doing that special strap removal crotch dance.

So, it was an utter outrage when not one, but BOTH of my cousins learned to dog paddle before me. They didn't have to wear a lifejacket! This was unimaginably horrid.

I would have to wear the orange "jacket" of shame in order to swim while they could glide through the water like happy beagles.

This must not stand.

We were at the marina that my grandpa owned. Now, Aunt Ruthie was pretty amazing- she'd take us to do all sorts of things. On this day, she decided to let us swim off of the smaller dock past the crane. We were allowed to jump off the dock into about 8 feet of water.

My cousins went on ahead, Aunt Ruthie had a talk for me.

"Now, Phillip Michael, I know it's hard, but I need you to wear the life jacket until you learn to swim."

She bent down to pick it up for me, and I took off running.

I could hear her footfalls behind me.

There was no turning back, and she was quicker than she seemed. I had gone this far into the depths of disobedience...

I neared the edge of the dock, and hollered, "Sorry, Aunt Ruthie," and jumped.

There are moments in life where we evaluate our choices, but my time for evaluation was quite short.

I went down fast.

So fast, that me feet were on bottom right quick. I kicked off the bottom to the surface following my little bubbles.

In Ruthie's mind, I have to imagine that she was thinking something along these lines.

"If you don't drown, I'm gonna kill you."

All I heard was, "Get ba-" as sunk beneath the surface again. This time, I kicked my feet and scooped with my hands.

I. Was. Swimming. Just like the other beagles!

I swam to the shallower area where my cousins were watching the drama unfold, but kept a wary distance away from the shore where my aunt was.

I was elated. I could swim.

There was the issue of my Aunt's possible reactions though. I couldn't stay in the water forever.

Though I tried- it seemed a safer bet.

Eventually, she coaxed me to shore with promises that I wasn't going to be in major trouble. I think ice cream was presented as a possibility later in the day.

Once on shore, she said in an intense whisper like Don Corleone, "Don't ever do that again."

"I won't, I can swim now, Aunt Ruthie!"

Sure glad I wasn't wearing a life jacket with one of those handles...

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 3, 2018

We are in another Winter Weather Advisory until Sunday according to the National Weather Service, which means be on the lookout for lots of snow, and difficult travel conditions. 4 to 7 inches are expected for Emmet, Cheboygan, Charlevoix, Antrim, and Otsego counties. Right now I'm showing 11°, feels like -2°, wind is at 9 mph from the west, humidity is at 73%, pressure is falling from 30.10 inches, and visibility is 7 miles.
TODAY: Snow showers. Total daytime snow accumulations of 3 to 4 inches. Highs in the lower 20s. West winds at 10 mph shifting to the south with gusts to around 20 mph in the afternoon.
TONIGHT: Snow. Total nighttime snow accumulation of 2 to 3 inches. Lows around 8°. East winds 5 to 10 mph shifting to the north 5 to 15 mph after midnight. Gusts up to 25 mph.

ON THIS DATE of February 3, 1959, rising American rock stars Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and J.P. “The Big Bopper” Richardson are killed when their chartered Beechcraft Bonanza plane crashes in Iowa a few minutes after takeoff from Mason City on a flight headed for Moorehead, Minnesota. Investigators blamed the crash on bad weather and pilot error. Holly and his band, the Crickets, had just scored a No. 1 hit with “That’ll Be the Day.”

After mechanical difficulties with the tour bus, Holly had chartered a plane for his band to fly between stops on the Winter Dance Party Tour. However, Richardson, who had the flu, convinced Holly’s band member Waylon Jennings to give up his seat, and Ritchie Valens won a coin toss for another seat on the plane.

Holly, born Charles Holley in Lubbock, Texas, and just 22 when he died, began singing country music with high school friends before switching to rock and roll after opening for various performers, including Elvis Presley. By the mid-1950s, Holly and his band had a regular radio show and toured internationally, playing hits like “Peggy Sue,” “Oh, Boy!,” “Maybe Baby” and “Early in the Morning.” Holly wrote all his own songs, many of which were released after his death and influenced such artists as Bob Dylan and Paul McCartney.

Another crash victim, J.P. “The Big Bopper” Richardson, 28, started out as a disk jockey in Texas and later began writing songs. Richardson’s most famous recording was the rockabilly “Chantilly Lace,” which made the Top 10. He developed a stage show based on his radio persona, “The Big Bopper.”

The third crash victim was Ritchie Valens, born Richard Valenzuela in a suburb of Los Angeles, who was only 17 when the plane went down but had already scored hits with “Come On, Let’s Go,” “Donna” and “La Bamba,” an upbeat number based on a traditional Mexican wedding song (though Valens barely spoke Spanish). In 1987, Valens’ life was portrayed in the movie La Bamba, and the title song, performed by Los Lobos, became a No. 1 hit. Valens was posthumously inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2001.

Singer Don McLean memorialized Holly, Valens and Richardson in the 1972 No. 1 hit “American Pie,” which refers to February 3, 1959 as “the day the music died.”

DID YOU KNOW THAT women have twice as many pain receptors on their body than men and a much higher pain tolerance. New research reveals one reason why. Women have more nerve receptors, which causes them to feel pain more intensely than men, according to a report in the October issue of the journal Plastic and Reconstructive Surgery.

WORD OF THE DAY: moxie (MOK-see) which means courage; nerve; determination. Moxie originally was the trademark of a carbonated soft drink that was created by Dr. Augustin Thompson, a homeopathic physician who was born in Maine and spent his professional life in Massachusetts. Dr. Thompson patented his beverage in 1885 and promoted it as a “nerve tonic” or “nerve food.” Moxie, the drink, has always been associated with New England: Calvin Coolidge liked it; Ted Williams endorsed it on the radio; the state of Maine made Moxie its official soft drink in 2005. Moxie’s lowercase sense "courage, spirit, vigor" entered English in the 20th century.

BICS HOSA Students Rock Competition

Our students, taught by Kathie Ehinger, are in the Health Occupations program at Beaver Island Community School. All six of our students went to Escanaba to compete there in the Region 1 conference. It is nothing less than amazing that all six of these students are finalists. They will all be going to Grand Rapids for the state competition. Congratulations to Susie Myers, Katie LaFreniere, and Brennan Jones for their success in Clinical Nursing with Brennan in first, Katie in 2nd, and Susie in 3rd places. John, Sveta, and Sky all placed in the top ten in Sports Medicine.

This competition includes a written test as well a performance to two skills in that respective field.

Here we go, Islanders! Here we go! Congratulations to all of you!

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 2, 2018

Today would have been my dad's 93rd birthday. After two months of being "the older woman", he would say that he'd finally caught up to mom. As per usual, we're going out to eat to celebrate. Due to the bitter cold and ice, mom has elected to make it a Dalwhinnie lunch. She says, "Dad would understand" and I'm sure she's right.

Chilly morning at 11°, feels like -3°, humidity is at 76%, pressure is rising from 30.29 inches, wind is from the WNW at 10 mph with gusts to 21 mph, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Snow showers likely. Total daytime snow accumulation up to 2 inches. HIghs around 12°. NOrthwest winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 30 mph. Chance of snow is 70%. Wind chill readings 8 below to 18 below zero!
TONIGHT: Snow showers. Total nighttime snow accumulation of 1 to 4 inches. Lows around 8°. West winds 5 to 10 mph with gusts to around 25 mph.

ON THIS DATE of February 2, 1887, Groundhog Day, featuring a rodent meteorologist, is celebrated for the first time at Gobbler’s Knob in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. According to tradition, if a groundhog comes out of its hole on this day and sees its shadow, it gets scared and runs back into its burrow, predicting six more weeks of winter weather; no shadow means an early spring.

Groundhog Day has its roots in the ancient Christian tradition of Candlemas, when clergy would bless and distribute candles needed for winter. The candles represented how long and cold the winter would be. Germans expanded on this concept by selecting an animal–the hedgehog–as a means of predicting weather. Once they came to America, German settlers in Pennsylvania continued the tradition, although they switched from hedgehogs to groundhogs, which were plentiful in the Keystone State.

Groundhogs, also called woodchucks and whose scientific name is Marmota monax, typically weigh 12 to 15 pounds and live six to eight years. They eat vegetables and fruits, whistle when they’re frightened or looking for a mate (they’re sometimes called whistle pigs) and can climb trees and swim.

They go into hibernation in the late fall; during this time, their body temperatures drop significantly, their heartbeats slow from 80 to five beats per minute and they can lose 30 percent of their body fat. In February, male groundhogs emerge from their burrows to look for a mate (not to predict the weather) before going underground again. They come out of hibernation for good in March.

In 1887, a newspaper editor belonging to a group of groundhog hunters from Punxsutawney called the Punxsutawney Groundhog Club declared that Phil, the Punxsutawney groundhog, was America’s only true weather-forecasting groundhog. The line of groundhogs that have since been known as Phil might be America’s most famous groundhogs, but other towns across North America now have their own weather-predicting rodents, from Birmingham Bill to Staten Island Chuck to Shubenacadie Sam in Canada.

In 1993, the movie Groundhog Day starring Bill Murray popularized the usage of “groundhog day” to mean something that is repeated over and over. Today, tens of thousands of people converge on Gobbler’s Knob in Punxsutawney each February 2 to witness Phil’s prediction. The Punxsutawney Groundhog Club hosts a three-day celebration featuring entertainment and activities.

DID YOU KNOW THAT there’s an opera house on the U.S.–Canada border where the stage is in one country and half the audience is in another. The Haskell Free Library and Opera House (French: Bibliothèque et salle d'opéra Haskell) is a neoclassical building that straddles the international border in Rock Island (now part of Stanstead), Quebec and Derby Line, Vermont. The Opera House opened on June 7, 1904, and was deliberately built on the border between Canada and the United States. It was declared a heritage building by both countries in the 1970s.

The library has two different addresses: 93 Caswell Avenue, Derby Line, Vermont, and 1 rue Church (Church Street), Stanstead, Quebec.

The Haskell Free Library and Opera House was a gift from Mrs. Martha Stewart Haskell and her son Col. Horace “Stewart” Haskell. It was built in memory of her parents Catherine and Horace Stewart and her husband Carlos Freeman Haskell. The Haskells wanted Canadians and Americans to have equal access to the Library and Opera House and so they chose to build on the border. Construction began in 1901 and the Opera House opened in 1904 and the Library in 1905.

The opera house on the second floor was rumored to be modeled after the old Boston Opera House in a somewhat scaled down fashion (it seats four hundred), but the Boston Opera house was built afterwards. A painted scene of Venice on the drop curtain and 4 other scenes by Erwin Lamoss (1901) and plaster scrollwork complete with plump cherubs built in Boston ornament the opera hall and balcony in this historic building, which was constructed with 2-foot-thick walls built of granite from Stanstead.

The Haskell family later donated the building to the towns of Derby Line and Rock Island in Mr. Haskell's memory; it is run by a private international board of four American and three Canadian directors.

French and English books are co-filed. Because of different language conventions in the direction of printing titles on spines—American English books have titles written top-to-bottom, and French books bottom-to-top—the language of a book can be immediately determined.(wikipedia)

WORD OF THE DAY: oblivescence (ob-luh-VES-uh ns) which means the process of forgetting. (Boy, do I ever have this one down pat). Oblivescence dates from the late 19th century and is a later spelling of obliviscence, which dates from the late 18th century. The spelling oblivescence arose by influence of the far more common suffix -escence. The English noun is a derivative of the Latin verb oblīviscī “to forget,” literally “to wipe away, smooth over.” The Latin verb is composed of the prefix ob- “away, against” and the same root as the adjective lēvis “smooth.”

Ecumenical Prayer Service at Holy Cross

January 31, 2018

Just less than eighty people attended this ecumenical prayer service held at Holy Cross at 6 p.m. on Wednesday, January 31, 2018. BINN recorded the service on video for anyone who was not able to attend, which included the editor who was on the mainland for medical appointments and tests. The video shows some of the most powerful prayer and the power of prayer with a period of just over thirty-two minutes of silence while individuals, couples, families, and groups went up to the front of the church to light a candle and submit their petition to God. This was a beautiful example of how the people of Beaver Island can come together and show their faith in the power of prayer.

All of the churches on the island were invited to come and pray together. All of those Christian brothers and sisters were welcome. This was not a formal Catholic service or Mass. It was a perfect opportunity for all to come together and pray for friends, relatives, brothers, sisters, children, parents, for whatever medical issues that any of them were concerned about. It was terrific to see all Christians gathering in one place for the benefit of any person who was ill or injured, as well as for all those care providers. Even the pets were not left out of this prayer service. Prayers for pets were also welcome.

The service began with an introduction by Jim Siler, the singing of a hymn, followed by a wonderful prayer petitioning God to send his Spirit and help with the healing of those being prayed for. The period of silent prayer and the lighting of candles for each prayer was a very powerful as well as symbolic proof of the faith existing in this Beaver Island community. The final prayers were spoken after the period of silence and the lighting of the candles, another hymn was sung, and the profoundly moving service was over.

Video of the prayer service HERE

Phyllis' Daily Weather

February 1, 2018

We made it over thanks to Paul Welke and his magical Islander who isn't afeared of snow storms. We were only 15 minutes late for the 2:00 appointment (they were very understanding) and we only had to wait an hour and 15 minutes to see the doctor. We really liked her. She understood about coming from the island and so arranged that I can have the thyroid biopsy after the whole body PET scan. So, it looks as though I'm going to be lying around the hospital from ten until whenever they set me loose.

In the meantime, back on Beaver Island it's lightly snowing, 14°, feels like -8°, humidity is 65%, pressure is rising from 29.76 inches, wind is from the NW at 16 mph with gusts to 25 mph, and visibility is 3 miles.
TODAY: Snow showers. Total daytime accumulation of 1 to 2 inches. Highs around 17°. Northwest winds 10 to 20 mph with gusts to around 35 mph. Wind chill readings 10 below to zero.
TONIGHT: Mostly cloudy with a 20% chance of snow showers. Lows around 4°. Northwest winds 15 to 20 mph with gusts to around 35 mph decreasing to 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph after midnight. Wind chill readings 3 below to 13 below zero.

ON THIS DATE of February 1, 1884, the first portion, or fascicle, of the Oxford English Dictionary (OED), considered the most comprehensive and accurate dictionary of the English language, is published. Today, the OED is the definitive authority on the meaning, pronunciation and history of over half a million words, past and present

Plans for the dictionary began in 1857 when members of London’s Philological Society, who believed there were no up-to-date, error-free English dictionaries available, decided to produce one that would cover all vocabulary from the Anglo-Saxon period (1150 A.D.) to the present. Conceived of as a four-volume, 6,400-page work, it was estimated the project would take 10 years to finish. In fact, it took over 40 years until the 125th and final fascicle was published in April 1928 and the full dictionary was complete–at over 400,000 words and phrases in 10 volumes–and published under the title A New English Dictionary on Historical Principles.

Unlike most English dictionaries, which only list present-day common meanings, the OED provides a detailed chronological history for every word and phrase, citing quotations from a wide range of sources, including classic literature and cookbooks. The OED is famous for its lengthy cross-references and etymologies. The verb “set” merits the OED’s longest entry, at approximately 60,000 words and detailing over 430 uses.No sooner was the OED finished than editors began updating it. A supplement, containing new entries and revisions, was published in 1933 and the original dictionary was reprinted in 12 volumes and officially renamed the Oxford English Dictionary.Between 1972 and 1986, an updated 4-volume supplement was published, with new terms from the continually evolving English language plus more words and phrases from North America, Australia, the Caribbean, New Zealand, South Africa and South Asia.In 1984, Oxford University Press embarked on a five-year, multi-million-dollar project to create an electronic version of the dictionary. The effort required 120 people just to type the pages from the print edition and 50 proofreaders to check their work. In 1992, a CD-ROM version of the dictionary was released, making it much easier to search and retrieve information.Today, the dictionary’s second edition is available online to subscribers and is updated quarterly with over 1,000 new entries and revisions. At a whopping 20 volumes weighing over 137 pounds, it would reportedly take one person 120 years to type all 59 million words in the OED.

DID YOU KNOW THAT For every human on Earth there are 1.6 million ants. Let's hope they don't all decide to all attend our summer picnics!

WORD OF THE DAY: epistemic (ep-uh-STEE-mik, -STEM-ik) which means of or relating to knowledge or the conditions for acquiring it. The Greek noun epistḗmē “skill, knowledge, scientific knowledge, science” is a derivative of the verb epistánai “to know how (to do), believe (that), be acquainted with, know, know as a fact.” The verb is composed of the prefix epi- “on, over” and stánai “to stand.” Various languages use different prefixes plus the verb to stand to express intellectual comprehension: in Greek one “stands over”; in German verstehen means literally “stand before’”; and in English one "stands under."

The Prudent Layperson, Part 2

The Major Difference Between “Can” and “Should”
An Editorial by Joe Moore

Keeping in mind that the determination of the existence of an emergency is based upon the decision of a prudent layperson, there are several issues that I believe that need to be addressed related to this.
Let’s start with a very simple, hopefully, non-controversial, example. 
There is a 90 year old man with heart trouble living next to a fifty year old female on the island.  He seems very healthy and is very active in the community.  Every day he helps out his neighbor by shoveling the snow in the walkway to his neighbor’s house.  He is a good neighbor, and does this every time there is more than a light dusting of snow.

Read the rest of the editorial HERE

Phyllis' Daily Weather

January 31, 2018

There is a light covering of snow to hide that dirty old stuff, just keep in mind that it's also hiding all that nasty ice we've been slipping and sliding on for days. Be careful! The island does not need any more broken limbs! Also, a reminder that tonight there is an ecumenical.prayer service (with all the island churches taking part) at Holy Cross for all the sick members of the community at 6:00.

Right now I'm showing 30°, feels like 19°, humidity is at 74%, pressure is falling from 29.63 inches, wind is from the SSW at 12 mph, with gusts to 22 mph, visibility is 9 miles.
TODAY: Snow. Patchy blowing snow through the day. Total daytime snow accumulation of 2 to 4 inches. Highs in the lower 30s. Southwest winds 10 to 15 mph with gusts to around 30 mph.
TONIGHT: Mostly cloudy. Chance of snow showers in the evening, then snow showers likely after midnight. Total nighttime snow accumulation up to 1 inch. Lows around 15°. West winds 5 to 15 mph with gusts to around 25 mph. Chance of snow 70%.

ON THIS DATE of January 31, 1950 U.S. President Harry S. Truman publicly announces his decision to support the development of the hydrogen bomb, a weapon theorized to be hundreds of times more powerful than the atomic bombs dropped on Japan during World War II.

Five months earlier, the United States had lost its nuclear supremacy when the Soviet Union successfully detonated an atomic bomb at their test site in Kazakhstan. Then, several weeks after that, British and U.S. intelligence came to the staggering conclusion that German-born Klaus Fuchs, a top-ranking scientist in the U.S. nuclear program, was a spy for the Soviet Union. These two events, and the fact that the Soviets now knew everything that the Americans did about how to build a hydrogen bomb, led Truman to approve massive funding for the superpower race to complete the world’s first “superbomb,” as he described it in his public announcement on January 31.

On November 1, 1952, the United States successfully detonated “Mike,” the world’s first hydrogen bomb, on the Elugelab Atoll in the Pacific Marshall Islands. The 10.4-megaton thermonuclear device, built upon the Teller-Ulam principles of staged radiation implosion, instantly vaporized an entire island and left behind a crater more than a mile wide. The incredible explosive force of Mike was also apparent from the sheer magnitude of its mushroom cloud–within 90 seconds the mushroom cloud climbed to 57,000 feet and entered the stratosphere. One minute later, it reached 108,000 feet, eventually stabilizing at a ceiling of 120,000 feet. Half an hour after the test, the mushroom stretched 60 miles across, with the base of the head joining the stem at 45,000 feet.

Three years later, on November 22, 1955, the Soviet Union detonated its first hydrogen bomb on the same principle of radiation implosion. Both superpowers were now in possession of the “hell bomb,” as it was known by many Americans, and the world lived under the threat of thermonuclear war for the first time in history.

DID YOU KNOW THAT On Jupiter and Saturn it rains diamonds?

It is a well-known fact that about half of a percent of Saturn's atmosphere comprises of methane. Also, thanks to images sent in by NASA spacecraft Cassini, which has been orbiting the ringed planet since 2004, researchers know that Saturn is susceptible to giant lightning storms and even, hurricanes.

Using this information, Kevin and the study's co-author - planetary scientist Mona Delitsky, deduced that the lightning burns up the methane that is present in the atmosphere and transforms the odorless, colorless gas into something we are all familiar with - soot or carbon. As clouds of the black carbon are 'raining' down on the planet, they clump together and form graphite which gets subjected to intense pressure from the atmosphere as it gets closer to the planet's core and transforms into the shiny precious stones that we lovingly call diamonds. While Jupiter's atmosphere comprises of only 0.2% methane the scientists believe that a similar phenomenon occurs there too.

But before you try get the next shuttle out there, you should know that thanks to the extremely hot core of both these planets, the diamonds do not stay in solid form too long. Baines believes that they melt when they closer to the planet's surface, where temperatures exceed 8,000 Kelvin (13,940°F) and are most likely, transformed into other materials.

Not all scientists are convinced about this new study. University of Arizona planetary scientist William Hubbard thinks that due to the relatively low amount of methane in the atmosphere of the two planets, not enough soot is produced for diamond production - He thinks that whatever little is created, is destroyed by the ever increasing pressure and high temperatures encountered by the soot as it is falling.

WORD OF THE DAY: fenestrated (FEN-uh-strey-tid, fi-NES-trey) which means having windows; windowed; characterized by windows. The English adjective fenestrated is used in the technical language of architecture, anatomy (“pierced, perforated”), and entomology (“having transparent spots”). Fenestrated is obviously derived from the Latin noun fenestra “window.” But Latin fenestra has no clear etymology. Some derive it from Etruscan fnestra, which is not only unattested but also may be a loan word in Etruscan from another, unknown language. Fenestrated entered English in the 19th century.

Today is Tuesday

by Cindy Ricksgers

Video Report for January 2018

Off the island for medical appointments tomorrow, so this report will take place one day short of the end of the month.

Just over 650 unique IP addresses viewed video clips during the month of January, viewing 3,040 video clips, and using bandwidth of 183.5 GB. Of this total, 355 unique IP addresses viewed 2,468 video clips for January 40 unique IP addresses viewed 47 older video clips . The live streaming video and rebroadcast video were viewed by 286 unique IP addresses with 525 views using 34 GB of bandwidth.

This represents an overall increase of 35% in total IP addresses, and the streaming increase is more than 100% over the viewers and views of January 2017.

The most popular views show January viewing of over a thousand views include Gull Harbor Ice Shoves, Michigan Waterways to Come to the Island This Summer, Bethlehem Babe, Fledged Osprey Feeding, the Ordination of Jim Siler, Ryan Wellman Flyover, Circle M Kitchen Progress, Last Cold Sunday of 2017, and Snowy Owl on the Prowl.

Those with over five hundred views include January Cold Weekend, both video clips about this cold weekend.

In just the last two months, the totals are 1122 unique IP addresses, 5,902 video clips viewed, and total bandwidth of 422.8 GB. This is about a 30% increase above the year before.

Thank you all for your support of the live streaming project, the streaming project, and Beaver Island News on the 'Net.

February 2018 Bulletin from Holy Cross

Phyllis' Daily Weather

January 30, 2018

Well, we'll be off island again tomorrow morning, coming home on Thursday afternoon. Who knew that cancer offered so much traveling? It'll all work out as my mother says. This trip is to meet my new doctor, an ENT, and to have a what they call a PET scan that they tell us will take about four hours. At this rate, by spring you all can set me at the mouth of the harbor in a dingy and I can light the way in, brighter than the lighthouse!

As for the weather, Right now I'm showing 14°, feels like 9°, humidity is at 84%, pressure is steady at 30.38 inches, wind is from the north east at 6 mph, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Partly sunny. Chance of snow showers in the morning, then a slight chance of snow showers in the afternoon. Highs around 20°. Light winds. Chance of snow is 50%.
TONIGHT: Mostly cloudy. Chance of snow showers in the evening, then snow after midnight. Patchy blowing snow after midnight. Total nighttime snow accumulation of 1 to 4 inches. Lows around 20°. South winds 5 to 15 mph. Gusts up to 30 mph increasing to 40 mph after midnight.

ON THIS DATE of January 30, 1948, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, the political and spiritual leader of the Indian independence movement, is assassinated in New Delhi by a Hindu fanatic.

Born the son of an Indian official in 1869, Gandhi’s Vaishnava mother was deeply religious and early on exposed her son to Jainism, a morally rigorous Indian religion that advocated nonviolence. Gandhi was an unremarkable student but in 1888 was given an opportunity to study law in England. In 1891, he returned to India, but failing to find regular legal work he accepted in 1893 a one-year contract in South Africa.

Settling in Natal, he was subjected to racism and South African laws that restricted the rights of Indian laborers. Gandhi later recalled one such incident, in which he was removed from a first-class railway compartment and thrown off a train, as his moment of truth. From thereon, he decided to fight injustice and defend his rights as an Indian and a man. When his contract expired, he spontaneously decided to remain in South Africa and launched a campaign against legislation that would deprive Indians of the right to vote. He formed the Natal Indian Congress and drew international attention to the plight of Indians in South Africa. In 1906, the Transvaal government sought to further restrict the rights of Indians, and Gandhi organized his first campaign of satyagraha, or mass civil disobedience. After seven years of protest, he negotiated a compromise agreement with the South African government.

In 1914, Gandhi returned to India and lived a life of abstinence and spirituality on the periphery of Indian politics. He supported Britain in the First World War but in 1919 launched a new satyagraha in protest of Britain’s mandatory military draft of Indians. Hundreds of thousands answered his call to protest, and by 1920 he was leader of the Indian movement for independence. He reorganized the Indian National Congress as a political force and launched a massive boycott of British goods, services, and institutions in India. Then, in 1922, he abruptly called off the satyagraha when violence erupted. One month later, he was arrested by the British authorities for sedition, found guilty, and imprisoned.

After his release in 1924, he led an extended fast in protest of Hindu-Muslim violence. In 1928, he returned to national politics when he demanded dominion status for India and in 1930 launched a mass protest against the British salt tax, which hurt India’s poor. In his most famous campaign of civil disobedience, Gandhi and his followers marched to the Arabian Sea, where they made their own salt by evaporating sea water. The march, which resulted in the arrest of Gandhi and 60,000 others, earned new international respect and support for the leader and his movement.

In 1931, Gandhi was released to attend the Round Table Conference on India in London as the sole representative of the Indian National Congress. The meeting was a great disappointment, and after his return to India he was again imprisoned. While in jail, he led another fast in protest of the British government’s treatment of the “untouchables”–the impoverished and degraded Indians who occupied the lowest tiers of the caste system. In 1934, he left the Indian Congress Party to work for the economic development of India’s many poor. His protege, Jawaharlal Nehru, was named leader of the party in his place.

With the outbreak of World War II, Gandhi returned to politics and called for Indian cooperation with the British war effort in exchange for independence. Britain refused and sought to divide India by supporting conservative Hindu and Muslim groups. In response, Gandhi launched the “Quit India” movement it 1942, which called for a total British withdrawal. Gandhi and other nationalist leaders were imprisoned until 1944.

In 1945, a new government came to power in Britain, and negotiations for India’s independence began. Gandhi sought a unified India, but the Muslim League, which had grown in influence during the war, disagreed. After protracted talks, Britain agreed to create the two new independent states of India and Pakistan on August 15, 1947. Gandhi was greatly distressed by the partition, and bloody violence soon broke out between Hindus and Muslims in India.

In an effort to end India’s religious strife, he resorted to fasts and visits to the troubled areas. He was on one such vigil in New Delhi when Nathuram Godse, a Hindu extremist who objected to Gandhi’s tolerance for the Muslims, fatally shot him. Known as Mahatma, or “the great soul,” during his lifetime, Gandhi’s persuasive methods of civil disobedience influenced leaders of civil rights movements around the world, especially Martin Luther King Jr. in the United States.

DID YOU KNOW THAT Southern sea otters have flaps of skin under their forelegs that act as pockets. When diving, they use these pouches to store rocks and food.

WORD OF THE DAY: obsequious (uh b-SEE-kwee-uh s) which means 1) characterized by or showing servile complaisance or deference; fawning; 2) obedient; dutiful. The English adjective obsequious, a direct borrowing from Latin obsequiōsus, has undergone pejoration (change in meaning for the worse) from its Latin original. The Latin word means “obedient, compliant,” which is the original English meaning of the word in the 15th century. By the end of the 16th century, in Shakespeare’s time, obsequious developed the meaning "dutiful in showing one’s respect for the dead." Its current sense, "fawning, servile," dates from the early 17th century.

Beaver Island Virtual Tour

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

Visit beaverislandtour.com HERE



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

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Emergency Services Authority


BICS Board Meetings

November 14, 2016

School Board Meeting Packet HERE

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Anti-Bullying Presentation to BICS Parents

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St. James Township Meeting Video

April 5, 2017

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April 24, 2017, 7 p.m.

View a small gallery of pictures of the meeting HERE

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May 3, 2017

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June 7, 2017

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June 19, 2017

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Link to the Beaver Island Airport 10-year Plan

On the Beach of Beaver Island

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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

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Phyllis' Daily Weather

January 29, 2018

LIghtly snowing out, 16°, humidity is at 73%, pressure is steady at 30.46 inches, wind is from the north at 4 mph, and visibility is 10 miles.
TODAY: Mostly cloudy. Occasional flurries in the morning. Highs around 18°. North winds at 10 mph.
TONIGHT: Partly cloudy in the evening, then becoming mostly cloudy. Isolated snow showers. Lows around 7°. North winds at 10 mph.

ON THIS DATE of January 29, 1845 Edgar Allan Poe’s famous poem “The Raven,” beginning “Once upon a midnight dreary,” is published in the New York Evening Mirror.

Poe’s dark and macabre work reflected his own tumultuous and difficult life. Born in Boston in 1809, Poe was orphaned at age three and went to live with the family of a Richmond, Virginia, businessman. Poe enrolled in a military academy but was expelled for gambling. He later studied briefly at the University of Virginia.

In 1827, Poe self-published a collection of poems. Six years later, his short story “MS Found in a Bottle” won $50 in a story contest. He edited a series of literary journals, including the Southern Literary Messenger in Richmond starting in 1835, and Burton’s Gentleman’s Magazine in Philadelphia, starting in 1839. Poe’s excessive drinking got him fired from several positions. His macabre work, often portraying motiveless crimes and intolerable guilt that induces growing mania in his characters, was a significant influence on such European writers as Charles Baudelaire, Stephane Mallarme, and even Dostoyevsky. (History.com staff)

DID YOU KNOW THAT The word "gorilla" comes from the history of Hanno the Navigator, ( c. 500 BC) a Carthaginian explorer on an expedition on the west African coast to the area that later became Sierra Leone. ... The name was derived from Ancient Greek Γόριλλαι (gorillai), meaning 'tribe of hairy women', described by Hanno. (Excuse me while I go braid the hair on my legs)

WORD OF THE DAY ad absurdum (as ab-SUR-duh m) which means to the point of absurdity. In Latin ad absurdum is a prepositional phrase composed of the preposition ad “to” and the neuter singular adjective absurdum “out of tune, harsh, rough; senseless, silly.” In English the phrase is used as an adverb and is still unnaturalized. Ad absurdum entered English in the mid-17th century.

The 52 Lists for Happiness, Project #5

by Cindy Ricksgers

Christian Church Bulletin

January 28, 2018

Special Prayer Service Scheduled

With all the ill and injured people on the island right now from "cancer to a broken toe to broken bones," a special prayer service is being scheduled. An Ecumenical Prayer Service  for healing of the sick and injured and hurting is scheduled for Wednesday, January 31, 2018, at 6:00 p.m.--It will be at Holy Cross; Father Jim made the announcement,

Readings and Sermon from Holy Cross, Sunday

January 28, 2018

Due to the contact by GIA Publications and One License.com, BINN is unable to include the music portions of the service from Holy Cross. The fee increased by over 100% before the end of the first license period. This made the inclusion of the sung parts of the service to be deleted from what BINN can live stream and record. This is too important to not provide some live stream and recorded access for our subscribers and others. BINN will continue to provide the parts of the service that can be provided. Those parts included the readings, the sermon, and the prayers, which can all be completed without an interruption in the live stream.

This means that the live stream will begun approximately ten minutes after the start of the service and end approximately thirty minutes later. Today, January 28, 2018, is the first limitation of the service availability. Even with the license, many other musical performances could not be live streamed or recorded, including the Baroque on Beaver performances, just to name one. The Diocese of Gaylord was contacted by email to find out if our service could be included in any license that they may have.

Saturday lector Ann Partridge...Sunday lector Joan Banville

Celebrant Father James Siler

View video HERE

Mackinac Island at Beaver Island B-ball 8:30 am Saturday

The Islanders and the Lady Isladers put on quite a show this Saturday morning, January 27, 2018, against a very aggressive Mackinac Island Lakers and Lady Lakers. Fifty-seven unique IP addresses viewed the games today.

The Islanders won their game this morning with a score of 40 to 35. The Lady Islanders won their game by a score of 57 to 29. Congratulation to the Islanders and Lady Islanders on two games that were quite exciting to watch.

View pictures from the Lady Islanders' game HERE

View pictures from the Islanders' game HERE

View Video of the Lady Islander game and cheers HERE

View Video of the Island game HERE

Beaver Island Basketball Friday

The Lady Islanders were up first and were playing very hard against the Lady Lakers. With a game that was a nail biter, all the fans in the building were not disappointed. It was a very good game. Way to go Lady Islanders!

Lady Islanders won this game 42 to 33 over the Lady Lakers. The Lady Islanders will play again this morning, Saturday, January 27, 2018.

The Islanders kept us all on the edge of our seat last night as well. The Islanders played hard and were behind, but the end result was an Islander win! The score of the Islanders versus the Lakers at the final bell was 53 for the Islanders and 50 for the Lakers.

One hundred and six unique IP addresses viewed the games on Beaver Island TV for the games on Friday night, and the games will be live on Saturday as well.

Here we go, Islanders! Here we go!

View pictures from the Lady Islanders's game HERE

View pictures from the Islanders' game HERE

View video of Lady Islanders' game HERE

View video of Islanders' game HERE

Peaine Township Recreation Plan

Thanks to the forum, there is a link for finding this recreation plan. It is not easily found otherwise. Checking the minutes of Peaine Township, no resolution for approval of this recreation plan can be found. It must be a draft plan, since it was never approved officially in the minutes. There was a public hearing, but no resolution of approval was passed can be found in the minutes.

Here is the 2013-2018 recreation plan

Emergency Services Meeting on 1/25/18


View video of the meeting HERE

Peaine Township Special Meeting Scheduled

January 29, 2018

Invasives, Maps, Report, and Graphics

Beaver Island Association Newsletter



Island Summit Final Reports

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

Short Summary

Complete Report

BICS Meeting Schedules

BI Transportation Authority Meeting Schedule

Library Story Times

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

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

New Library Hours

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

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

Weekdays:   8:30 - 5:00

Saturday:   12:00 - 5:00

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

Island Treasures Resale

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

BICS Committee Meeting Schedule

BIESA Meeting Schedule

Fiscal Year 2017-18 Meeting Schedule


Holy Cross Bulletin for

January 2018

Christian Church Bulletin

January 28, 2018


BICS Calendar 2017-18

HSC Meeting Dates Schedule

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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 !

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