Sharing Personal History One Life at a Time

Author: tappingroots (page 1 of 4)

Cinderella’s Castle on Military Street

1719 Military Street, Port Huron, MI – Photograph Balthazar Korab[1]

When I was a little girl growing up my grandmother used to take me and my sister with her on her weekly shopping trip to downtown Port Huron.  As we made the drive down Military Street, we would admire the beautiful houses.  My favorite home was located at 1719 Military Street.  My sister and I called it “Cinderella’s Castle.”  I would always ask my grandmother to slow down as we approached so I could get a good look at it.  Excitement and joy would pulse through my veins as we passed.  My imagination filled with fairy tale like images of a beautiful girl living within the walls of that place.  Little did I know such a girl had lived there in the early 1900s.  Her name was Mary Harrington Thomson Thaw.

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A Lovely View: The History of the Graveraet and Harsen Families of Harsens Island, Michigan: Part Two

Flag of the Dutch West India Company aka Geoctrooieerde Westindische Compagnie(GWC) [1]

Early Harsen Family Ties:  Woffert Gerritze Van Kouwenhoven aka Couwenhoven

Nearly twenty-five years before Gerrit Graveraet’s great grandfather, Isaac Graveraet, came to Manhattan Island (aka New Amsterdam/New Netherland) as a “free trader”, Jacob Harsen’s 3rd great grandfather, Wolfert Gerritze Van Kouwenhoven, aka Couwenhoven[2], stepped foot upon the soil of this New World [3]

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A Lovely View: The History of the Graveraet and Harsen Families of Harsens Island, Michigan: Part One

Journey from Albany, New York

British Colonies in North America after Quebec Act 1763 [3]

After the British capture of Quebec from the French during the French and Indian War at the Battle of the Plains of Abraham on September 13th, 1759, it would take almost another four years for the French to cede all their territory in North America to the British under the Treaty of Paris on February 10, 1763. [1] By Great Britain’s Royal Proclamation of 1763, the French Territory of Canada, known as New France, would be renamed the Province of Quebec.  This new province included the Great Lakes Region and the settlement at Detroit. [2]

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Circles

If you find yourself spinning in circles

Confusion muddling up what’s inside

Take a deep breath

Stop and refocus

Take a step back

Clear your mind.

For our brains can be so full of garbage

Pluck the gobble gock out and you’ll see

There is love

There is peace

There is kindness

Take a big bite of life every day

Sunshine will fill you I promise

All those troubles will soon melted away.

Wicked

I always was responsible

Whether for my actions or for yours

Never felt light as a feather

Always felt a storm

The responsible it grounded me

Even when around my neck

I always felt it’s presence

It helped keep me in check.

You went away

Slowly I noticed

My responsible went with you

I don’t know who I am sometimes without it

I struggle to find my way

It’s lost to me and I know it

Hope it comes back to me some day.

Girls

Replays and repeats are useless

For the invitation was made.

This unimagined thing

Safely harbored

It kept on growing

Ate up all the room.

It beckons you to join her

With her fanciful delights.

I hope you will remember me

Undercover of a moonless night.

Listen and Learn

Drawn out and away

What I mean to say

Entangled in your web.

I cannot find a way

Impediments filter true feeling

Across a sky so gray.

Mockingbirds

Listen and learn

Perhaps a lesson lingers here.

Sound is merely a sound

Until it collects and comes together

To make music only we can hear.

“Harmony is key,” she said.

That’s where the truth is at.

Tension

Thoughtless dribble

Filter out the noise

Calamity toils and turns

Spinning wheels

A reverent hum

The making of political war.

Endless notifiers

Drowning lives

Seek to clarify positions left and right

Swirled into a brazen tornado

A never ending fight.

Choose me…..

Choose you…..

Such yucky goo.

Surely there must be light in the end.

He and Me and the miles inbetween

My dearest heart

Spoke to me

Painful words

The untruth of it all filling his head.

No words could I speak

The silence killing us both or maybe me

I want you so…..now

I wanted you then

I scream and scream inside my head.

But he can’t feel it.

I feel that he can’t.

I keep the silence between us.

What words could take all that away?

For a brief moment

He comes into view

I catch the voice of the person I once knew.

I hear all that he is…..

My heart misses…..

Oh, how I miss……

His kiss

His hands

His feet

The smile in his voice

His presence

The spring in his step

His cuddles

The rainwater that falls from his face at night

His smell

His beautiful legs

His style

His grace

His music

His words only for me

His presence

His laugh

His writing

His excitement

His cheer

I miss loving him and he loving me

Oh, to walk free.

To love him

Truly, love him

His hand in mine

Surrendering.