I’ve had a Christmas Cactus in my east window for a long while which blossoms about once a year—never on Christmas. It started out as one of those little grocery store plants that are always for sale at the holidays.
“Just today, a ninety-year-old woman brought in a little wicker rocker,” Bonnie Rickman says. “She had a photo of herself as a child standing by the rocker. She wants us to re-do it for her great granddaughter.”
Bonnie and her husband, Paul, run an antiques and refinishing business in Traverse City. “We started out buying antiques at garage sales and reselling them to dealers,” Bonnie says, “Then I said, “This piece would be real pretty if it was refinished.’”
Everywhere you look, people are loading big bags of sunflower seeds into their cars, signaling the season of bird feeding. In the past, I’ve enjoyed gazing out my kitchen window to watch chickadees, nut hatches and purple finches taking turns on our feeder.
Last year, however, the only turn was taken by an upside-down black squirrel—who could empty the cylinder in one day. At first my husband and I were optimistic we could outwit these rascally rodents. I mean, really, we are human beings—at the top of the food chain.
We’ll just move the feeder a little to the north. Well, maybe a little to the south. Maybe higher; maybe lower. The sound you hear is squirrels laughing their tails off. At each location it took the squirrels an hour or two max to figure out a new route from roof to branch to feast. It was humiliating to be outsmarted by a creature with a brain the size of a what—an acorn?
So, the question now is, how much are we willing to invest in whatever passes for a squirrel-proof feeder? Meanwhile, I no longer speak of being out-foxed; the correct term is out-squirreled.
Years ago my husband received a gift T-shirt that said, “Thank a Teacher.” Since it was too large, he offered the T-shirt to me and I have used it as summer sleepwear ever since. And every time I slip the worn-out shirt over my head, I think of the teacher whose name I cannot remember. A woman at Alger Elementary School in Grand Rapids taught me to read and I’ve never stopped.
No small thing, to give someone a skill they use every day. And although I cannot recall her name, I can see her classroom—the little wooden desks and chairs—and the Dick and Jane readers we used.
I know they’ve been discredited and replaced, those old readers, but I thought they were wonderful. Not because the stories were exciting or the characters convincing, but because on those pages—for the very first time—I got it that letters made sounds, made words.
It may be the only genuine epiphany I have ever had and I still feel the sense of discovery and joy. These kinds of discoveries are happening in classrooms today, of course, and in other places as well. Whatever their names, I thank the teachers.
Cari Peterson fell in love with travel as a young girl. “My dad was a car dealer,” she says, “so he would win trips and our family got to go places.” Cari is still going places—but mostly she helps other people plan their trips.
As a corporate agent for Passageways Travel in Traverse City, Cari handles business travel. “People know what they want,” she says. “Usually the best deal but they won’t reroute themselves just to save a couple hundred dollars. They’d rather be home for their kid’s soccer game.” Cari has been in the travel business for almost 30 years and has seen a lot of changes. “The biggest shift was after 9/11,” she says. “Security is much tighter. People stopped flying but now it’s busier than ever.”
“Yes, you can buy tickets on-line,” Cari says, “but you have to pay close attention—and it’s harder to make changes.” The airlines don’t give refunds with a doctor’s notice anymore. “You have to be the one who died,” she jokes.
In addition to the travel perks, Cari loves the challenge. “Sometimes I don’t even know where a place is—but if someone wants to travel there, I have to figure it out. It’s fun.”