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0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. A Walk Down Memory Lane - or was it Parke Lane?By Rev. Judith A. MeierI was delighted to find this book available on Kindle. Of course the photographs would have been much clearer in the paper version; but this was something out of my childhood that I just couldnt bypass. I spent four of the best years of my life (first through fourth grades) on "the Island" during the War. I found that the maps jiggled my memory. I didnt recognize most of the pictures. I seldom was anywhere near the Naval Base. Perhaps during the war we werent allowed to get too close. We heard stories about what went on in those rich peoples estates at the north end of the island; not too far from where we lived. I have a little miniature of the lighthouse; but I couldnt actually remember ever seeing the lighthouse. Now; thanks to this book; I know why: the light was turned off during the war. I wish there were more pictures of the schools. When I was in fourth grade we had to exit the second floor rooms by way of a shoot/slide during fire drills. I was terrified! We also used to have to walk over to the high school to get our typhoid shots. I still recall how the high school halls smelled of the latest chemistry experiment. The freighters went up and down the river most of the year except when the ice just about shut down shipping. I came to know the meaning of the toots on the ships horns. One year two wolves crossed over the ice from Canada. One was shot on the Naval Base. Our parents were afraid to send us out on the road to wait for the bus. And then the second one was shot; and everyone relaxed. We were of fairly modest means and didnt belong to a country club or a yacht club. My father did have a sailboat; which he took out into the river quite often. Sometimes we sailed over to Canada. I spent my summer days out in the woods behind our house playing Indians. It made for an idyllic childhood. Bess Callahan was my fourth grade teacher. We still exchanged Christmas cards after I was all grown up and married. Her husband; Leo F. Callahan; wrote the fourth grade History of Michigan which we used. I took ballet and tap lessons at the Episcopal Church but actually attended Sunday School and church at Glenwood Methodist Church in Wyandotte. One of my most vivid memories was being in downtown Detroit shopping with my mother when the race riots broke out. Mobs were rocking the buses that were heading back out to the suburbs; especially if a black person was on the bus. Thanks to the good people of the Grosse Ile Historical Society for bringing back all these memories.The Rev. Judith A. Meier (the former Judith Ann Highley of Parke Lane; Grosse Ile)0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. Five StarsBy Diane MacSuper product0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. Five StarsBy Happy TeacherA wonderful look a Grosse Ile; and its history.
