The USO is enlisting support of folks from around the world to support the troops through Operation USO Care Package. These packages are being delivered to members of the United States Armed Forces deployed around the world to show them they have not been forgotten and to provide a 'touch of home'.
With a donation of just $25 you can sponsor a care package and include a personal message of support and encouragement. Each package, at a minimum, includes such requested items as pre-paid worldwide phone cards, sunscreen, travel size toiletries, disposable camera and your message thanking them for their service and sacrifice.
For more information on Operation USO Care Package, please e-mail questions@USOCarePackage.org
Mary Margaret Hill nee Mayer, age 90, passed away Sunday, November 20, 2005 at Classic Residence by Hyatt in Glenview, Illinois.
Born on August 28, 1915 in Freeport, Illinois, she grew up in the town of Lena, Illinois. After graduating from high school, she attended business college which eventually led to an apopintment as a secretary in the Federal government in Washington, D.C.. While there she worked in the Farm Credit Agency, the Civil Aeronautics Board and the Office of Economic Warfare. It was while working for the Civil Aeronautics Board that she met her husband, Henry L. Hill, who she married in 1941. The couple spent their honeymoon on Beaver Island where Henry's family had a cottage at Cable's Bay near the footbridge.
Mary Margaret worked for several years as a secretary in the library of the Portland Cement Association. For many years she served as a Judge of Elections and was well acquainted with many of the people in her precinct. She was a member of the Glenview Community Church and a long time member of Chapter 17. She taught Sunday school and was active in the Girl Scouts.
For the past 64 summers Mary Margaret has been a familar face on the island. She and Henry attended almost every event that occurred during their summer vacations. She always had a smile and something nice to say to everyone she met. She held a great viewing seat for this past summers' Music on the Porch (the kick-off for Museum Week 2005). Unfortunately she was rather frail this year and had to leave the island suddenly due to health problems. She will be greatly missed by all who knew her.
She is survived by her beloved husband of 64 years Henry L. Hill, daughter Melinda Ann Hill of Rochester Hills, Michigan; sons Howard D. (Sheree Rothman) Hill of West Newberry, Massachusetts and Richard H. (Mair Sirakides) Hill of Wilmette, Illinois and five grandchildren Elizabeth, Meredith, Nick, Harry and Jack.
A memorial service was held on December 5th at the Glenview Community Church and another service will be held on the island in the summer of 2006.
My niece, Victoria Mogford, was on the island for Thanksgiving sporting a brand new smile. All I could think of was that old holiday song, "All I Want for Christmas is my Two Front Teeth". While I sincerely doubt that Santa carries spare teeth in his sleigh, I'm sure that Miss Victoria's list of Christmas requirements will be met, especially if she continues to grin like this.
This quacker watches everyone who passes by as they tour the harbor. His feathers are a tad ruffled after many years of sitting through some rough weather. Do you know where he is? Check back next week to see if you were right.
Despite terrible weather - an old fashioned blizzard - the annual Thanksgiving Dinner at the Beaver Island Christian Church was a huge hit this year with every table filled. By the end of the evening, every belly was too! The church provided the birds and folks brought a variety of dishes to pass. From the traditional to old favorites to new recipes, there was something for everyone. As usual, Carol Wierenga did a marvelous job decorating the tables. There were crews to peel potatoes, to cook turkeys, to set up and to break down and clean up. Kudos go to everyone who helped make this a great day.
Saturday morning, November 26th, saw the United States Coast Guard cutter USCGC Acacia (WLB 406), visited the buoys in and around the island. She was only here for a short time before heading off to perform her various other duties.
Things are moving right along with the Community House in spite of some nasty weather over the past few weeks. Scaffolding is going up now on the left side so it won't be long before they start working on the roof. One doesn't envy these fellows working in the rain and snow.
My sister brought a newspaper clipping that we all got such a laugh from that I decided to share it. Hopefully nobody will be offended. We didn't have a dry eye in the house from laughter tears after hearing this story:
How'd you break your arm?
Conditions were perfect...12 below, no feeling in the toes, basic numbness all over...the "Tell me when we're having fun" kind of day.
One of the women in the group complained to her husband that she was in dire need of a rest room. He told her not to worry, that he was sure there was relief waiting at the top of the lift in the form of a powder room for female skiers in distress.
He was wrong, of course, and the pain did not go away.
If you've ever had nature hit its panic button in you, then you know that a temperature of 12 below doesn't help matters.
With time running out, the woman weighed her options. Her husband suggested that since she was wearing an all white ski outfit, she should go off in the woods and no one would even notice. He assured her, "The white will provide more than adequate camouflage." So she headed for the tree line, began lowering her ski pants and proceeded to do her thing.
If you've ever parked on the side of a slope, then you know there is a right way and wrong way to set your skis so you don't move. Yup, you got it!!! She had them positioned the wrong way.
Steep slopes are not forgiving...even during the most embarrassing moments. Without warning, the woman found herself skiing backward, out-of-control, racing through the trees...somehow missing all of them and onto another slope. Her derriere and the reverse side were still bare, her pants down around her knees, and she was picking up speed all the while. She continued backwards, totally out-of-control, creating an unusual vista for the other skiers. The woman skied back under the lift and finally collided violently with a pylon. The bad news was that she broke her arm and was unable to pull up her ski pants. At long last her husband arrived, putting an end to her nudie show, then summoned the ski patrol. They transported her to a hospital.
While in the emergency room, a man with an obviously broken leg was put in the bed next to hers. "So, how'd you break your leg?" she asked, making small talk.
"It was the stupidest thing you ever say," he said. "I was riding up this ski lift and suddenly, I couldn't believe my eyes! There was this crazy woman skiing backward, out-of-control, down the mountain, with her bare bottom hanging out of her pants. I leaned over to get a better look and fell out of the lift."
"So, how'd you break your arm?"