I hope you enjoy this small glimpse into a house that became a home to many1211 Hill Street, Petoskey, Michigan When the Donald & Dorothy Price Family moved to Petoskey, Michigan, they bought a house on Hill Street. This is Dorothy’s photo album of the changes to the outside that they made. I will add a few more to hers at the end, so it is kept up to date. The garden in 1957Snow in front yard in the winter of 19599 Feb 1967 Donald and Dorothy’s 45th Anniversary The house as it is today, a nice dark green with white trim Continue reading The House on Hill Street
~ Joanne Marie ~
When you take a little time to look over your mother’s photographs and try to recall the many different things she told you over the years, you sometimes spot the little girl in her. Continue reading ~ Joanne Marie ~
stones would play inside her head
August 1964 a little girl was playing with tiny stones, gravel really, but in her head these tiny beads of various shades of grey rock were just perfect for putting through the small hole in the metal that was attached to the door of a Volkswagen Bus. Continue reading stones would play inside her head
Sitting at King Arthur’s Round Table
The photography and the picture itself is nothing to crow about, but it was the only photo of the old table i could easily find, so I put it up here to tell it’s story. Continue reading Sitting at King Arthur’s Round Table
Mom’s Foray into a Food Co-op
One afternoon in the early 1970’s, my mom took me to an old building in downtown Petoskey, Michigan to visit her new foray into weird food for the family.
I cannot recall which building it was anymore but I recall climbing a whole lot of scary wooden stairs and walking down old hallways and finding a place filled with the smell of honey, bee pollen, grains and wonderful warm spices.
The place was called The Grain Train Food Co-op and my mom was determined her family would have a nice storage of wheat, honey and dried fruits to fill our hunger needs.
She bought a few of these little containers called Dannon yogurt and she filled a small paper bag with dried pineapple rings as a treat on the way home.
We were quite skeptical about this yogurt but we enjoyed the fruit on the bottom a lot. The pineapple rings and dates have also weathered the test of time and find their way into my own pantry, as you can see from the photo above.
Mom bought like a half a ton of hard winter wheat that the co-op ordered for her and she taught herself and others how to bake with it. One month she had us, as a family, eat mainly from wheat, honey, salt, oil and powdered milk. I’m sure there were a lot of complaints that month she had to endure.
Mom taught community classes on using gluten and about healthy and “fun” ways to eat it.
Today some of her children cannot eat wheat or gluten, so we are learning to do as she did and teach ourselves about new things to eat such as, “Forbidden Rice” and “Hemp Hearts”.
I love to head into Whole Foods and fill the cart with nice healthy foodstuffs but I miss climbing those stairs into a backroom with my Mom and feeling like I stepped back into Laura Ingalls Wilder’s day, for a moment or two.
When we visit Petoskey in the summer we always stop by the Grain Train store but it isn’t the same as those first years high up in an old building with those nice spicy smells.