What do we do on a dew, dew, dewy day?


Yesterday, I saw this pair of sandhill cranes in our hay field.  Later they were finding edibles on the ground as they moved about.  They took their time as they alternated between watchfulness and feeding.

I don’t often see them on our land, although they are frequent visitors on the other side of the road.  My first thought was turkeys, but a second look proved that wrong.

Other visitors


On Sunday, our granddaughter, Briana, stopped by with her boyfriend, Jared.  They were in Michigan to attend a wedding.  This was our first opportunity to meet Jared and we enjoyed a very nice time together.

Like so many things in life, that pleasant visit was over far too soon.  Fortunately we can visit on the phone and online.

A Great Day!

Monday was a great day.  Three events all happened on that day.  It was the summer solstice (longest day of the year) and it was marked by a beautiful sunset.


Behind me, the second event was taking place as the full strawberry moon rose on the eastern horizon.  They tell me that the solstice and strawberry moon happen on the same day only once in seventy years.  That makes it special.  Better than that, this was Briana’s birthday (24 yrs).  That was the first time ever that those three happened on the same day.

Briana was walking to the hospital to report for evening shift when she called to thank us for the birthday greeting and gift we had sent to her.

A half-hour later, I capture the sunset image.  What had first caught my eye was a bank of cumulus clouds.  As the sun was going down only the top of the clouds were bathed in white light.  Toward the bottom, the light was red shifted.


Although not particularly spectacular, it was a nice way to end a very special day.  Sylvia and I slept well last night while Briana made it through her night-shift duties.


If you think that we are proud of our granddaughter, you are absolutely 100% right!


Last Weekend

Our favorite nurse came back to Michigan for a family visit.


She was with her parents at their house.


We had a great time together.  The evening meal was especially nice.  Afterward, we all sang Happy Birthday to Bryant.


He had the cords on his phone.  Briana played them on her ukulele.  Too soon it was time for us to go back home.

Who Forgot?

April 8, 2016

April 8, 2016

I think someone failed to issue the memo.  It is April.  We’ve already had a snowy week, and now were in the second week.  More to come, but the long-term outlook is for warmer air and clearer skies.  Okay bring it on.  I can stand it.

Today is our younger son’s birthday.  Here’s wishing you all the best, Scott.




Jeepers Leapers

This is leap year.  Today is February 29.  This will be the longest year (by one day) in the four year cycle.


Today is my sister, Clara, and her hubby Rick’s sixth anniversary.  That’s right.  They’ve been married 24 years.  Because they are special, they wanted their anniversary to be special.  They are and it is.


I had been thinking about the US presidential cycle taking place during leap years.  Isn’t election year long enough?  I want to take a nap now.  Please wake me up around Thanksgiving.

Sunny Daze

She makes me smile.

She makes me smile.

This is the second day of sunny skies.  After an extended period of drab gray days.  It sure feels good.  And much good comes with it.

Yesterday, I received a call from the podiatrist’s office.  The recent blood test showed a very high white blood cell count.  They wanted me to come in right away.  I did.  I’m recovering well from the gout attack.  He ordered another blood test.

I saw the results (online) today.  White cell levels are back in the normal range.

Our friend, Vanilla, posted today.  Looks like he’ll be released from confinement next week.  I was feeling very good at this point.

A few minutes later, I was on my granddaughter’s FaceBook page.  She had posted a short video or her dancing with her father.  My spirits soared.  What a great day!

What’s That?

A rare event occurred this morning.  I was up and out of bed before 7:30 AM.  Sylvia was still sleeping.  I quietly came into the office and looked out the window.  Something was happening behind the barn.


I could see an unusual light in the field beyond.  What could it be?


Whatever it was, it was happening behind the south end of the barn.  Not only the field beyond, but the sky had taken on an unusual glow.


Silly old me.  It was sunrise, which is something I haven’t seen in some time.

With help from Sylvia, I’m moving my schedule ahead.  The goal is to be “early to bed and early to rise.”  I’m already feeling better.  I’ll not concern myself with other benefits.


Sincere thanks to those who have served, protected and defended our nation in uniform.  I was going to post a pic of my younger son in uniform.  Unfortunately in 22 years of service we have very few photos.  So here’s a salute to his paternal grandfather, my dad.

LeRoy in Uniform



Fall Has Fallen

Do you remember this scene from an early post here on Secondary Roads?


A couple of weeks went by, and the scene had changed.


Makes me feel a bit sad.  As if earth is mourning the passing of Sylvia’s father.

At Dad Harris’ funeral, I could clearly see what his great grandchildren are becoming.  The young men, there were a number of them, are all tall, handsome and strong.  The one exception was a baby great grandson.  Briana was the only great granddaughter present.  If you read this blog you know what she is like.  All of the great grands are doing well in careers or in school.

While Dad’s time has past, there are other generations that are taking up the mantle.  I could feel sad about the past . . . even the present.  In spring, life returns.  The cycle goes on.

Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.

Moving On

It has been a busy week.  Sunday, the family made funeral arrangements for Dad.  Monday was a time of preparation, with each doing their part.  Tuesday afternoon and evening was visitation with many folks coming to pay respects.

Wednesday (yesterday), was the funeral and burial.  Weather was cold and rainy, and because of that weather, we held the committal service at the funeral home.  The rain abated just enough to allow the family to have a brief time of prayer graveside.

As we went back to our cars, the rain began to fall again.  We went to a restaurant where a simple buffet luncheon had been prepared for the [large] family.

Sylvia and I were particularly pleased that Briana was in Michigan to celebrate her mother’s birthday.  That meant that she was with us on that day.  As is the family tradition, they took photos after the meal.

Chuck, Sylvia, Briana, Barbara and Bryant -- courtesy Barbara Hutchinson

Chuck, Sylvia, Briana, Barbara and Bryant     — courtesy Barbara Hutchinson

Sylvia is with her sisters and brother as they are organizing and wrapping up their father’s affairs.  They’ll be working on that until Saturday, when the siblings will return to their respective homes.

Blog Woes Over

While responding to comments on my previous post, I took time to reinstall the latest WordPress update.  That solved my problem with posting from this computer.

Sylvia’s Father

We received the call Saturday evening.  When we saw Sylvia’s sister’s name on the caller ID at nearly 10 PM, we were concerned.

Leon Nelson Harris

The news was that Dad had passed away very quickly without pain and without suffering.  We’ve been living in a whirlwind since then.

Here is his obituary:

Leon Nelson Harris

Leon Nelson Harris of St. Johns died at home on October 24, 2015 at the age of 98. Born September 7, 1917 to Floyd and Mary (Pate) Harris, Leon worked as a Salesman. In 1939 he married Elouise Irving in Detroit and she preceded him in death in 2001. Leon was an avid reader, enjoyed playing the accordion, and loved to travel. He lived in California, New York, Texas and Florida, yet spent most of his life in the St. Johns area. Leon was a member of Unity Congregations of Lansing and Fellowship for Today. Most of all, he loved family and appreciated their help. He greeted everyday happy to be alive.

Surviving are his children; Joyce (Paul) Blakeslee of DeWitt, MI, Karen (Al) Peterson of Tustin, MI, Sylvia (Charles) Hutchinson of Lake Odessa, MI, Bruce Harris of LeRoy, MI, and Gaylynn (Dale) Isenhoff of Orange Park, FL; 11 grandchildren; and 17 great grandchildren. Along with his wife, Elouise, Leon was preceded in death by his parents and daughter-in-law, Jean Harris.

Funeral services will be held 11:00 AM Wednesday, October 28, 2015 at Osgood Funeral Home, 104 E. Cass St., St. Johns, MI with Charles Hutchinson officiating. Burial will follow at South Bingham Cemetery. The family will receive friends from 2-4 and 6-8 PM Tuesday, October 27th at the funeral home. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made in Leon’s name to the charity of the donor’s choice.

I have no further words to share at this point.  I’ll not be coming back to this blog for at least a couple of days.

Here’s one of the family’s favorite memories of Dad and Mom before they were married:

The year was 1934

The year was 1934