Saturday Radio Diary

Saturday Radio Diary
9:41 am
Sat April 19, 2014

Nana's Life

My mother’s mother was named Belle, a name she never liked—perhaps because it meant “beautiful” and she was not.  Belle was what you would call a handsome woman with a large nose, wide mouth, and high forehead.

She didn’t like the name “Grandmother” either because it made her feel old, so we grandchildren called her “Nanna.”  I didn’t think about her age; I thought about her kind smile and sly sense of humor—and the always-full box of Scottish shortbread.

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Saturday Radio Diary
7:45 am
Sat April 12, 2014

Lisa Wamsley

“It goes back to rubbing my mom’s feet when I was five,” Lisa Wamsley says.  “My hands are always on people.”  She laughs, knowing that sounds a little strange—but maybe not for a massage therapist.  Despite her mom’s happy feet, Lisa didn’t start out with this career in mind. “I was in banking for nine years but I was out of place in the corporate world.”

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Saturday Radio Diary
9:14 am
Sat March 15, 2014

At The Center

I am walking in my neighborhood on a winter day and see a mother pulling a small child on a sled.  As they cross the street, the sled bounces down a curb and suddenly I feel the jolt and it is my mittened hands gripping the wooden frame.

Looking up, I see my father holding the rope and snow filtering through street lights.  We have come outside after dinner and everything is glittering and quiet.  As we bump down the curb, my father stops in the middle of an empty intersection.  “Hold on tight,” he says and begins to turn around and around, spinning my sled out from him in a circle of light, around and around in the feathery snow, in the glittering dark.  

When my father finally stops, I beg for one more spin.  “Hold on then,” he says and hurls me into orbit again at the end of a loop of clothes line.  I don’t know whether this happened many times or only once.  It doesn’t matter.

It is a moment of joy so alive inside me that fifty years later, I need only see a mother pulling a child on a s

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Saturday Radio Diary
9:42 am
Tue February 18, 2014

Kae Beth Rosenberg

“My goal is to spoil my clients, “ Kae Beth Rosenberg says, “to make them wonder how they got along without me.”  Kae Beth is a home health care worker.  She and her mother have a business called “Just Like Family” which provides a variety of services, including end-of-life care.

“We don’t take the place of family,” she says, “but we provide in-home support to people who are dealing with difficult situations.”  Dying might be the most difficult, but Kae Beth is comfortable even in this circumstance.

“I don’t want to die,” she says, “but it’s not scary to me because I’ve experienced it so many times.  Most dying people are curious about the process, whether they say so or not.”

She makes a comparison.  “It’s a struggle to go from this life to the next, like a baby being born.  The person wants to stay here and may need reassurance that it’s all right to go.  That the survivors will be fine.  We strive to make it peaceful.”

“I get to enjoy quality time with people,” Kae Beth says.  “Every client has taught me something.  I’ve learned to cherish every moment and enjoy the little things.  To laugh more.”


Saturday Radio Diary
9:40 am
Sat February 8, 2014

Autonomy Defined

I am spending the afternoon with a five-year-old.  Since my granddaughters are teen-agers, I have to borrow other people’s little children in order to play dolls, read fairy tales, and color in coloring books.  Sylvie is a former neighbor and now that her family has moved across town, I drive to pick her up.  We arrange her child seat in the back and buckle her in.

At my house, we revisit the Cabbage Patch dolls.  “How old are Lisa and Leslie?” Sylvie asks.  I think back to when my daughter received them and calculate about 30 years.  “They don’t look that old,” Sylvie remarks.  No, they still look like babies—a little the worse for wear but not adults.  Dolls do not have to grow up, to define themselves in a world of huge, autonomous beings.

Sylvie is doing that, however.  When I ask if she’s going to color the stars yellow, she says, “No, it’s too much work.”  I grudgingly respect her independence.  When we leave my house, she asks, “Can I open the door?”  She means the car.  It hadn’t occurred to me that this was important to her.  Autonomy comes in many steps, most of which I’ve forgotten.

I appreciate the reminder.


Saturday Radio Diary
9:40 am
Sat February 1, 2014

Amy Barritt

“I know I’ll find a copy,” Amy Barritt says.  “Someone has one.”  She is talking about a book called “The History of Buckley,” a little town south of Traverse City.  Why does she care?  Because Amy has a passion for research and because she’s the Special Collections Librarian at Traverse Area District Library.  “It’s my personal mission to build our local history program,” she says.

Growing up in Kingsley, another little town south of Traverse City, Amy counts as one of her successes finding the records of the Kingsley Farmers’ Coop.  “The building is still there,” she says, “It’s a slice of regional history.”

“Research requires a certain skill set,” Amy says, and lists “tenacity” first.  “It’s the thrill of the hunt and the rush when you find what you’re looking for.”  She also helps other people find what they’re looking for when she staffs the Reference Desk.  “The questions are seasonal,” she says.  “Like gardening in the spring, canning in the fall.  We’re a how-to culture and we like to do it ourselves.”

“I want people to have access to information in whatever way fits for them,” Amy says, “whether it’s at home, standing in the grocery line, or here at the library.”


Saturday Radio Diary
9:43 am
Sat January 25, 2014

Drop-Inners

A good friend is dying and I contact his wife to set up a time to visit.  He and I have shared meaningful conversations and we need one now.  Ten minutes after I arrive, however, a golfing buddy drops in and the three of us chat about local events.

Ten minutes after that, a woman colleague drops in with a bowl of chili.  The four of us chat about local events.  I don’t want to talk about local events; that’s why I set up a time for a private visit.  Then I remind myself it’s not about me.  It’s about my friend and he seems to be enjoying all this attention and affection, lying in a hospital bed in his living room.

I stay an hour and the golfing buddy is still there when I leave.  And I reflect as I’m driving home that the world is divided into two kinds of people:  the Drop-Inners and the Make-an-Appointmenters.  I’m clearly in the latter group.

I wish I weren’t.  All my life I’ve wanted to be more spontaneous, flexible, go-with-the-flow.  But trying to be spontaneous is a contradiction in terms.  In my next life I might drop in on you, but for now—I’ll call ahead.


Saturday Radio Diary
10:45 am
Sat January 18, 2014

Eric Hines

“I’m an advocate for amateurism,” Eric Hines says, “which means you love what you do.”  What Eric does is manage WNMC, the radio station at Northwestern Michigan College.  “Radio is increasingly homogenized,” he says.  “Fewer people are doing adventurous things.  We’re a place for people to do locally-focused radio that isn’t professional.”

“I push on my DJs,” Eric says.  “Don’t make it perfect; make it good.”  By “good,” he means something to engage the audience—which is a very diverse group.  “Our bread and butter is music,” Eric says.  “Jazz, naturally, and also world music—which I love because I grew up in a Puerto Rican neighborhood in South Philadelphia hearing salsa.  In many cultures, music is more than entertainment.  It carries the news.”

“One of our core things is to feature local musicians live in the studio,” he says.  “I’m big on spontaneity and sincerity—and having it go out in the moment with no editing.  I hate perfectionism.”

All this happens with the help of 85 volunteers.  “I’m not a people person,” Eric says, “but I love being with these folks.  They’re plugged into the community and each one has something personal to bring to the air.  A passion.”


Saturday Radio Diary
11:31 am
Sat December 28, 2013

Waiting for Perfection

I don’t know where I first got the message that perfection is a goal.  Somehow, I grew up trying to achieve it.  Trying to get A’s in school to please my dad, trying to look like a movie star to please the boys.  Trying and trying.

But even when I got an A, my father asked about my other grades.  And when my hair curled just right there was a pimple on my chin.  You’d think I’d figure out that perfection was impossible but instead I just tried harder.

Once or twice, everything came together.  Many years ago I was visiting a boyfriend in California and we were going to a party at the home of some famous Hollywood person.  On that evening, I managed to assemble just the right hair and skin and dress. 

“This is it,” I thought.  “I’m here.”  But as I was stepping down into the host’s sunken living room, I stumbled and fell flat on my rear end.  A bruise the size and color of an eggplant would be the result.  Along with the reminder about perfection.  It’s not only an impossible goal; it’s the wrong goal.  A lesson I’ve been learning—like all the others—imperfectly.


Saturday Radio Diary
9:38 am
Sat November 30, 2013

Jeff Salonen

“When I was in high school I got a job with a construction framing crew,” Jeff Salonen says.  “I fell in love with it, seeing things come together.”  Today, Jeff works for Creative Kitchens in Traverse

Traverse City and he still enjoys seeing things come together.  “I get to know people,” he says.  “Find out what they want—and then design something that makes the dream fit the budget.”

Why kitchens?  “I love to cook,” Jeff says.  “To entertain—and everybody gathers in the kitchen.”  He likes to organize the space so that things are where they should be.  “When you reach for a knife, you find it.”

“Sure, there are computer programs that can design your kitchen,” he says, “but it might not be balanced or functional.  Each customer has individual needs.  I work to build a relationship,” Jeff says, “develop trust, and let the product sell itself.  I’m a people person.  If I make a mistake, I take care of it.”

He admits he works long hours.  “We can be at Disney World and I’ll get a call—and I can tell someone exactly what needs to be done.  I’ve got a big heart and a conscience, so I want people to be happy.”


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