Hal Borland, a former writer for The New York Times, once said, “To know – after absence – the familiar street and road and village and house is to know again the satisfaction of home.” My readers are well aware that I have two homes – one at the lake, with ties to my southern roots, my family, my friends, and 61 years of history. Then there is my heart’s home – this island.
Returning here on Thursday afternoon once again filled the space in my heart reserved only for this village and these people. Winter Festival is basically a community celebration. In a place cut off from the mainland during the winter – unless you fly in and out – this small community of residents pauses for a weekend and celebrates what makes them special – their children, their bond with each other, their home on this island.
This afternoon when we arrived at Turtle Park, I felt as if I was being welcomed home by family. So many people who I had last seen at the end of October called out a “welcome back!” They asked “Where’s Ted?” They hugged me. They chatted. They made me feel that making the effort to travel to Michigan from Georgia for a four day visit was very special to them. I wanted to tell them all that there was no effort involved – I had simply come to my heart’s home.
We have once again been outside all day. It was two degrees when we awoke this morning, but luckily the winds have been calm. We put on layer after layer (at last count we three girls had managed to pull on and zip up seven layers above our waists and three below). We wore snow boots, wool socks, toe warmers stuck to the bottom of our socks, and hand warmers inside our gloves. We were warm, but we also looked like inflated robots. If we had tipped over, there is no way we could have ever gotten up without help.
Here’s our day in photographs – with captions.
Jill, bless her heart, ran to the Mustang and picked up a “pizza to go” for supper. She left to help Leanne with some details for the second day of the Winter Festival. Dawn and I ate pizza, watched a movie (while I should have been blogging), and now, once again, everyone is sleeping as I finish writing.
It has been another wonderful day on the island – we could not have asked for better weather. We have been plenty cold, but the winds have been calm, and the days have been so beautiful. Tomorrow we have more Winter Festival activities. There is a brunch planned at the school with pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, potatoes, biscuits & gravy, cinnamon rolls & fresh fruit. Oh, yum! Dawn and I are helping run a silent auction table, and there will be bake sales, a cookie contest, turtle races, and the selection of photographs for the 2010 “Seasons of Mackinac” calendar. The Superbowl is tomorrow night, with parties planned at both the Mustang and Patrick Sinclair’s Irish Pub. A very busy day!
I will not be blogging Sunday or Monday nights. With the activities of the day, the Superbowl, packing to leave on Monday morning, and spending Monday night in Atlanta (after a late arrival on Delta Monday evening) I won’t be writing the final chapter of our winter adventure until I return home. You can read all about it right here on Wednesday morning.
Thanks so much for all your wonderful comments. Some have made me laugh out loud and some have brought tears to my eyes – all have touched my heart. Have a wonderful week – see you Wednesday morning. God bless.