What's the purpose of this website? I don't really know other than a place to list obituaries and provide the local history writings. Maybe that's all there is to it, along with a little entertainment here now and then.
By far the most unusual grave marker in the entire cemetery.
Morenci's Oak Grove has two nice mausoleums, but Woodlawn has so many more, and many fancier ones.
This mosaic display is on one of my very favorite graves. It's repeated lower on the stone and again on the left side.
Woodlawn is still an "active" cemetery with new graves appearing every week. This one features an unusual photo.
March 4, 2021: The State of Michigan finally came through with the promised revenue sharing for municipalities with adult use marijuana facilities. Nearly $10 million was given to more than 100 municipalities and counties as a part of the Michigan Regulation and Taxation of Marijuana Act. Morenci's piece of the pie was $112,000 – quite impressive among the smaller communities involved. Lenawee County was given $336,000. The entire rundown can be viewed here.
March 4, 2021: I know there are people who are not happy about the prospect of being offered a Johnson & Johnson COVID-19 vaccine. The protection rate doesn't match Pfizer and Moderna. The New York Times daily newsletter addresses that issue and I will copy it here. Click the little thing to the right:
By David Leonhardt of the New York Times:
Mild Covid means victory
Like running into the wind
A final thought
Feb. 28, 2021: Several weeks ago we travelled to Tipp, City, Ohio, to meet our daughter Rosanna and family. It was roughly half-way between Morenci and Lexington, Ky. We hiked at a great park with a beautiful waterfall, we had a good take-out meal, we enjoyed the town.
Feb. 28, 2021: My vaccine summary: I know many people have had side-effects from vaccines, particularly from the second shot. I also know that it’s pretty much a different experience for everyone. I’ve talked to people who felt a little sick for a day or two and others who weren’t bothered at all. From what I’ve heard, the side-effects are nothing to be concerned about. If you experience something, it doesn’t last long and isn’t severe.
Feb. 26, 2021: Observer readers will remember that my wife is a Midnight Muser – hence the name of the column she used to write in the Disturber. She's still a late one. The other morning at 3:33 I was thinking about how cell phones have changed her arrival into the bedroom. Now she enters with the phone's light showing the way. It spoils things. Takes away my fun.
I remember when she arrived one time and I was doing a headstand with my feet against the wall. Of course she didn't notice in the dark until she discovered my absence. I've been found deeply curled into a fetal position on her side of the bed. I've been hiding to the best of my ability, clinging to the far bottom edge of the bed as though I'm not really there. Perhaps my favorite was the time I placed my head under the covers where my feet belong and had my feet on the pillow. She was rather startled; I was trying hard to breathe under a quilt or two.
But all of that is gone now. There's no escaping her light. However, just thinking about it brought to mind a new idea that I can pull off despite the phone, but I would really rather be sleeping at 4:44 or whenever she finally makes it upstairs.
The Mars landing
This is probably old news to everyone, but I didn't run across it until a day or two ago, so maybe there are some others who aren't keeping up with things.
It's so amazing to see how Perserverance is slowly dropping, swaying back and forth as it drops to Mars suspended from a parachute.
Jan. 16, 2021: My mother became quite hard of hearing and eventually she had difficulty responding. When we had a video visit one day last month, I held up little signs with the names of my elementary school teachers, some of whom were acquaintences of hers:
Phyllis Gillen, kindergarten
Margaret Brewer, first grade
Mrs. Garrow, second grade
Rita Chappell, third grade
Mrs. Fether, fourth grade
Doris Snyder, fifth grade
Mrs. Anderson, sixth grade
I remember how it was a surprise to learn that teachers actually had first names – even Mrs. Anderson, I suppose.
Jan. 13, 2021: In my first week of retirement, I hit the trash can with my apple core from the steps of the Observer without fail. I was on fire. This week I've missed three times in a row. Only smoldering.