Michigan Trip - Little Lighthouse on the Lake
Table of Contents for Michigan Trip Series:
- Michigan Trip - 1st Morning on the Beach
- Michigan Trip - Family Faces
- Michigan Trip - Fish Faces
- Michigan Trip - Tour of Homes
- Michigan Trip - Are you the Beimfohr's
- Michigan Trip - Sunsets
- Michigan Trip - The Lake
- Michigan Trip - A Bunch of Photographers
- Michigan Trip - Just a Little Prank
There is nothing quite like it.
Now, rather than make you read my musings on a lighthouse that I don't really know much about, I thought I'd open up the comments to all of my fabulous Beimfohr/Marquardt relatives who do have memories from this little landmark.
So, don't be shy.
It's been delightful to read Uncle Rik's comments on almost each of the Michigan posts, so I'm expecting another dose of Uncle Rik on this one too - maybe his own version of one of his own mischevious pranks.
Everyone leave your favorite lighthouse/beach/pier memory so we can all reminise with you.
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3 comments:
Hi Laura and Danny - what fun our entire trip was. The laughing, the joking, the relaxing - all of it. The beautiful piers - I remember walking out there so very many times and watching them from the beach too. Many times, they would be completely lined with fishermen catching perch! So many memories! I love your posts! Thank you, Aunt Sally
When I was a young boy, 8-10 years old or so, Dad began taking me on fishing trips to the piers. It was an exciting time knowing the night before that we were going! Then being awoken at 4:30 in the morning (still dark) to climb in his old Willys station wagon with all our fishing stuff and head to the the piers. We used really long cane poles (14-16 feet) from Gramma and Papa's hardware store, so long they would stick out the back window of the truck. We'd get to the parking lot at Silver Beach, walk thru the empty midway carrying poles, tackle boxes, buckets, lunch boxes, etc. When we got to the south pier, dad would seine for minnows. He had a throwing net that he would assemble right there and cast it into the river. There was a rope attached to the end and I would anxiously watch as he pulled the net to the surface, hoping to see dozens of minnows flopping around in it. What we caught would go into one of the buckets and would be our bait for the day.
We'd haul all of this down the pier, until dad proclaimed that this was the spot! We'd then rig up the poles, 2 hooks and minnows per each and set them out usually propped under a bucket. Some days were better than others as far as catching fish, "That's why they call it fishing, not catching" but all the trips were good!
When we did catch, it was hard to beat the dinners mom would fry up! those perch really tasted good!
Psssst!
Just in case you haven't figured it out - We really enjoyed having you two at the reunion! It was super to see you and watch how well you put up with all us old folks!
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