She lived her entire life in the village of
Harbor Springs, Michigan Continue reading Gertrude Caroline Catob Howse Carmer
Each time I look back at this Easter from 2002, I see Mom’s piano back there in the corner and I miss her playing us to sleep at night.
Having always been unusually interested in things of a spiritual nature, Joanne was a very active Presbyterian girl. At the age of twelve, she was asked to play piano for Sunday School. She participated in Youth Fellowship, sang in the choir, played duets and solos, substituted for the church organist and, during summer months, accompanied her minister, Rev. Felty of The First Presbyterian Church of Harbor Springs, Michigan, to Cross Village each Sunday Evening.
He preached a sermon to the little congregation there and Joanne played the ancient, pump organ. Joanne was always inquisitive and her minister loved to explain the gospel to her. Most of her questions were centered around family. Continue reading Joanne the handmaiden
One day I found myself at a weekend seminar listening to a lecturer who we soon learned was a fairly psychic type of lady. As she began her lecture it became apparent we were going to be participating more than listening. Continue reading It’s a Wild, Wild West