The following was forwarded to me from the Beaver Island Community School Principa, Kitty McNamara, as she received it. The island school will be taking part on Wednesday morning as you can see from the schedule below. If you are able, plan on attending.
Since 9/11 falls on a Saturday, and with school just starting the week prior, we plan to observe a family night on the following Wednesday, September 15. There are several reasons for this choice. Picking a Wednesday night that is close to the 9/11 observance is obvious due to the number of families in our community that are also involved in their church on these nights. September 15 also marks the start of the Jewish New Year, which is their holiest day of the year. The Jewish New Year is a time for introspection: the Bible does not refer to Rosh Hashanah, but calls this holiday, "Yom HaZikkaron" (the day of remembrance.) So wouldn't it be fitting for us on this holiest of days of the Jews to take time for some "introspection and remembrance?"
I think of the people who that day were working at the Trade Center or getting on a flight or reporting for work at the local fire station in NYC completely unaware of what was to happen that day. Of all of the people who died or of the family members of those who died, how many left for work that day mad at someone? How many had not spoken a kind word to a family member in the last month? How many things were left undone in their lives? How often in their own lives had they stopped and taken inventory...stock of the life each and every person is living? How often had anyone taken time to sincerely and genuinely ask how someone else was doing...was feeling?
The September 11 tragedy in a grand scale is a reminder of our own mortality, the fragility of the lives we live on earth and of the search for a greater purpose and meaning in our lives. We should remind ourselves that on a smaller scale similar occurrences happen every day: be it a late night unwelcome phone call, getting in a car unknowing that a drunk driver may be the next vehicle in oncoming traffic, receiving bad news at the doctor's office, the list goes on and on. I would like to see us as educators remind our local communities to slow down and concentrate on the importance of family and relationships and making connections with our fellow human beings. In Petoskey, beginning at 4:00 pm on September 15th, we will send everyone home, we will have no scheduled meetings, no homework assigned, and no evening activities will be scheduled. I invite other districts to join this effort and to make this an annual remembrance in their respective communities.
SCHEDULE OF EVENTS
to honor the individuals who lost their lives in terrorist attacks three years ago
Rescue Personnel Tim McDonough and Firemen -- Meet near flag at 8:15 Jim Campbell - Deputy; Joe Moore – EMT
8:15 Take attendance and review procedures with kids
8:25 Have kids walk silently to ceremony area and find designated area - remain with your group
8:25 Emergency Personnel raise flag (Jim Campbell, Joe Moore, Tim McDonough)
Reason for assembly (Judi Meister)
Recognition of Victims - One student from each class grades 5-12 unroll scroll of victim's names
One Minute of Silence (Judi Meister)
Pledge of Allegiance – Senior Class steps forward to lead
God Bless America – Danielle Cary sings
Silent procession back to classrooms – youngest to oldest
Dismissal of emergency personnel
Grade Level Scroll Bearers and Class Leaders
|5th - Jenna Battle||6th - Clairessa Kenwabikise|
|7th - Kristy Bousquet||8th - Caitlin Boyle|
|9th - Eric Albin||10th - Emma Adams|
|11th - Keri Wirth||12th - Keith Szczepanski|
Although I often seem to go to the mainland - too often I think - it's very seldom that I get over to any of the other islands in our archipelago. That could possibly be because we don't own a boat and I'm a lousy swimmer. Regardless, one day last week my dad wanted to head for Garden Island and since mom gets kind of testy when he wants to explore on his own, I volunteered to go along. Now when we were kids and he said, "let's go for a hike", we knew that it would be an all day adventure but since he's almost 80 years old I figured I was pretty safe. Yeah, right.
I picked up Karl Bartels, who was visiting the island, and the pair of us met my dad in front of the post office. Dad had promised that it would be a quick trip over and nice and calm. He climbed into his small, open aluminium boat - did I mention small? - and then Karl climbed in leaving me to be the one to push it out into the water. Guess who got her feet wet? As we started off there were a pair of cormorands sitting on an old piling and I'm sure they were snickering at me.
It was a beautiful day, sunny and warm, although sweatshirts were called for on the lake. We headed out the mouth of the harbor for Pete Monatou's Bay in high spirits especially since the last time Karl and I had seen each other was when Dad was in the hospital in March and not expected to be around for boating to Garden Island.
The waters were incrediably clear, some say due to the zebra muscles eating everything. Regardless, it was nifty to be able to see clear to the bottom. As we neared Garden Island that clear water made it easy to see the huge rocks hiding just beneath the surface. Guess who was designated to watch for them from the bow? Being the shortest one is not an easy job I'll have you know. We reached a point when the motor had to be stopped and rowing had to commence. Karl had one oar and I the other while Captain "Bligh" Gregg stood and directed us. I swear he was turning us in circles because I had to pull more on my oar than Karl did and not because Karl is three times my size so that one pull equals 5 of mine. Finally we began to scrape on the bottom so off came the shoes and socks and into the water we went to pull the boat closer to shore.
Now the purpose of this trip was because Dad wanted to see Pete Monatou's cabin and the remains of his boat. According to our mighty leader, he knew exactly where both were located. Yup, uh huh. We set off in single file into the woods. First we passed an old apple tree and the comment was, "This was his orchard". Interesting I guess, if you're a descendant of Johnny Appleseed. On we went over and around huge ant hills, ducking under branches, swatting at mosquitoes following what looked like a deer trail. And we walked. Then we walked some more. Finally our scout leader admitted (in a very low voice) "I might be lost", so we executed a turn around. Now the decision was made to follow the treeline back and we'd come across the cabin. Well, we followed, and followed, and then followed a little longer and just as we were about to give up there it was... a small doorway and the partial front of an incrediably small cabin. I'm sure rental on this place is affordable since only the front and one side wall were still standing. Old Pete Monatou, who lived here until he died at 74, probably didn't want a huge house to clean so he built it to be about 16 x 16. Of course the cabin was found within 50 feet of where we came up off the beach. Karl suggested that next time Dad read the sign that says, "Cabin this way... scenic nature tour that way".
Now we hiked down the beach, if rocks can be called beach, to a small cluster of trees where we could see the remains of a fishing boat that supposedly belonged to Monatou. The bow and stern were completely visable although from lying exposed on the shore all these years have caused the center to spread. There isn't enough boat left to set afloat again, but it was interesting to see.
By now it was lunch time and we decided to head back to Beaver. Somehow Karl and I ended up of different sides than we arrived on and I ended up again having to work my oar extensively while he sort of waved his once in a while until we were in deep enough water for the motor to be set down. Now when we went over it was nice and calm, however the breeze had picked up a wee bit for the return trip. Guess who blocked all incoming spray from the two guys? By the time we returned to the harbor I looked as though I'd been pulled behind the boat but since one was a visitor and the other much, much older I figured it was duty I had to do. Next trip I sure hope we have a map, a compass and find a boat with some sort of cabin. It was a fun trip nevertheless.
The other evening I received a telephone call from Terry Saxton telling me about a huge mushroom he'd seen along the East Side Drive. Although it was too late at night to take a picture of it I promised to check it out in the morning. It turned out to be a Chicken of the Woods, an edible fall mushroom that can be fried, sauted, or however you'd like to cook it. Those in the know recommend that it not be eaten raw. Thanks for sharing Terry.
On Friday: Beaver Island Community School Soccer vs Hannahville 5:00 p.m. and Beaver Island Benefit dinner at Nina's Restaurant for the Beaver Island Rural Health Center
On Saturday: Beaver Island Community School Soccer vs Hannahville 9:00 a.m. at Beaver Island