These days dancing comes naturally to Stephanie Oster. But when you’ve been dancing since pre-school, that’s bound to happen. Oster, who owns Main Street Dance Company, was first bit by the dancing bug at age 3, and has been at it ever since.
The most chilling thing was Martin Lowenberg’s matter of fact tone as he recounted his personal history, a tale of unspeakable hardship, degradation and loss Yes, it has been over 75 years since Lowenberg — then a child of 8 — was pulled from his home, along with his parents, sister and twin brothers and taken by German soldiers to a Jewish ghetto, then later to a series of concentration camps. When he was finally liberated nine years later, he was 17 years old and weighed 76 pounds.
Dec. 7, 1941, a date that, according to President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, would live in infamy. It also was a date that would forever change the face of America. With the bombing of Pearl Harbor, the Japanese military brought the United States into a war upon which the country would eventually expend 418,500 lives, most of them young men.
Residents of the village may be looking at a few weeks of water restrictions this summer, depending on the date work begins on Sheridan’s water tower. These restrictions, should they be put in place, would likely apply only to the watering of lawns.
There have been all sorts of academic improvements within Lakeview Community Schools in the past couple years. What was once an “at risk” school system now stands as an example of what modern education can be. But administrators there are not sitting on their laurels.
Apparently, there is no cold that is too cold for area youngsters when it comes to sledding. As long as there’s hot cocoa waiting inside, a little slope time — even with temperatures plummeting below zero — is a great wrap to Christmas vacation.
Bob was introduced to the drug culture at age 11; the person making that introduction was his father, a hardcore alcoholic and marijuana user. A typical Friday night saw Bob’s rural Montcalm County home filled with his father’s friends — his mother had left years earlier — playing cards, drinking, smoking pot. Many of them would still be there Saturday morning, passed out on the sofa or living room floor. When they came to, Bob says, the party would start again.
Life is a journey bereft of maps, navigated without compass, sextant or global positioning satellites; from cradle to grave there is no sure thing, no guarantee, no promise that — should you do this and this — certain outcomes are your due. We are all motes upon a larger mote, circling a still larger mote as it hurtles through the empty blackness of space; the best we can hope for is to share what love and light we have, while we still have it. Rarely are these rough truths so apparent as at Christmastime, when the disparity between those who have and those who have not is thrown into stark relief.
You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen; Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen … but how many times have you actually met a reindeer face to face?
When this city’s new director of public safety, Mark Reiss, came on board this past summer, one of the first things he noticed was the age and condition of the department’s firefighting “turnout gear.”