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Tom and Tiffany Speck are the very proud parents of a baby girl who made her appearance on March 13th. Sage Olivia weighed in at 8 pounds, 5 ounces and is 19 inches long. Grandparents are Rick and Kathy Speck of Beaver Island and Larry and Shirley Woodford of Caldwell, Ohio. Congratulation to the entire family!

Friday Fish Fry

When - Friday, March 18th from 5:00 p.m. until 7:30 p.m.

Where - Holy Cross Parish Hall

Price - Adults $8.00, Kids 5-12 $4.00, under 5 free

Cash Bar opens at 4:00 p.m.

Sponsored by AMVETS Auxiliary, Beaver Island Post #46

19th Annual Talent Show

Family and friends turned out in force on March 11th to watch the 19th Annual Talent Show. It's hard to believe it's been that many years since Pat McGinnity organized the first one. The audience was treated to everything from the Christian Church choir, chimers, soloists, tap dancing, belly dancing, and karaoke singers. Jeff Cashman, of the Beaver Beacon, was generous enough to share some of the photos he took. Thanks so much, Jeff! Sheri Timsak did a great job of putting this event together again this year.



Looking For Spring

This morning dawned absolutely clear - cold, but clear. Not a cloud to be seen and once the sun was up I thought perhaps I'd tool around and find a couple signs that spring was in the not so distant future. It wasn't to happen. With a high of about 10 to 15 degrees, I couldn't see any indications that green things would be sprouting soon so I switched gears and ended up getting more late winter pictures. There's ice on the west side of the island as far as one can see. Donegal Bay doesn't look the same as it does in July and August, does it? The day was so clear that High Island looked closer than usual - even the high hills there were easily seen. The east side of the island, on the other hand, has lots of open water spots and some places that it was open water but refroze. There were a few spots where little rivers of water were running and Cable's Creek was moving pretty fast. The frost crystals along the creek edges looked like fine lace. Heading for home I noticed that one gnarled old tree was stretching up it's limbs that looked like arthritic old fingers to scratch the belly of a passing cloud. Anyhow, no spring, but very pretty winter weather.




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