Sharing Personal History One Life at a Time

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Heading into Town

If I could rearrange the scene

And paint the background gray

Then spin around three dozen times

It might make sense today.

But as it is

It’s drawn and tattered

A small rip at the seam

I swear I almost bumped my head

Against the ceiling beam.

For dreams are laid on golden paths

At least that’s what they say

No matter

I’ll just take my time

And see where my dreams lay.

McMorran Fights for his home

Demolition

The demolition of the McMorran mansion on Military Street has left a stain on the Port Huron community.  50 years later the topic is still discussed.  The vacant lot serves as a shrine of our mourning.  Make no mistake about it, we are not the only ones who cared about the passing of this architectural masterpiece of the past.  Henry McMorran cared greatly about the aesthetics of his residence and its upkeep too.  In fact, on his death in July of 1929, there was work being done on the home.  His final estate expenses included payment to W.J. Scott, contractor and builder, for general labor and parts and to J.A. Davison Co. for gallons of paint the colors of mahogany, red, dark slate and moss green.

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Fallingwater

No footsteps sound

Only rock and trees

Mixed with rhododendron

Delicate pink and white everywhere

The path deeper and darker

The mist so heavy

Clinging in my hair

The beckoning sound of water

Draws me near

Louder and louder

Opening to reveal your beauty

Nestled amongst the sunshine of God’s space

I will never forget you or this day!

Existence

Fragile little me

Broken

Blurred vision across a cloudy smile

You

Everywhere

I miss you

Unraveled it cannot be undone

Dreaming

Your hand across mine

Woke

Shared moment with the beautiful sky

“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”

Came to me

Happiness is not a person, place or thing.

It’s a feeling, a state of being

Choosing it

Fill me up.

Heavy comfort

Today he told me, so I told him…..

The heaviness of it all sat on our tongues for a brief moment.

And then just as quickly the telling broke free at the pace of a child running outside for recess when the bell has rung.

He stayed on course.

I drifted direction some.

Silence followed

Cicadas humming amongst the trees soothed our souls as we sat together and took in the smell of a moonless night.