Monday, November 21, 2022

WHERE I AM FROM

 

I was born and grew up in Menominee, Michigan,
the seat of Menominee County, 
on the Michigan-Wisconsin border, 
the gateway to the Upper Peninsula, 
halfway between the Equator and the North Pole, 
population about 10,000 in 1940, 
the fourth largest city in the U.P., 
bordered by the Menominee River to the south 
and Lake Michigan’s bay of Green Bay to the east, 
twin city to Marinette, Wisconsin, 
172 miles north of Milwaukee, 
120 miles south of Lake Superior. 
5.2 square miles, I could reach any 
point in town on my bike in ten minutes. 
Menominee has always enjoyed perfect air, 
its stars glisten at night, 
its water quality is excellent, 
summer temperatures in the seventies, 
and winters enjoy an average 
annual snowfall of 48 inches.* 
“Menominee” means “land of wild rice”, 
the staple of the Menominee Indians 
who originally populated the region. 
The world capital of logging in the 1890’s, 
Menominee was destined 
to become a manufacturing town: 
paper products, wicker furniture, auto supplies. 
The business district spreads along the Green Bay shore. 
Montgomery Ward, the A&P grocery store, 
the Five and Dime, the G.I. Surplus store, 
the Vogue for women’s clothes. 
Once home to fur trappers, lumberjacks, and Great Lakes seamen, 
Menominee in my youth was a man’s world. 
My mother and her women friends 
each raised three or four children, 
managed their households, 
tended eye-catching gardens, 
and were skilled at hostessing 
grand parties in their homes. 
Men were breadwinners and captains of the ship, 
fanatic about the Green Bay Packers, 
spent days at hunting camp each November, 
played poker weekly, drank 
too much, told raunchy stories. 
As boys we learned that males 
should be strong, independent, 
athletic, emotionally unexpressive, 
and disinterested in school. 
Boys took wood shop and auto shop, 
girls took home ec and typing. 
As a small town in a rural region 
Menominee had no art museums or galleries, 
no community exposure to classical music, 
no professional theater, 
a low percentage of college graduates. 
One traffic light, two movie theaters, 
one public and one parochial high school, 
eight taverns, fifteen churches. 
Two dips of ice cream cost a nickel at the Ideal Dairy. 
Diversity was an unknown concept. 
Ninety-nine percent white, 
ninety-nine percent Christian 
(among those professing religion). 
A blue-collar Democratic stronghold in my youth, 
65 percent of residents voted for Trump in 2020. 
High school football reigns supreme. 
The M&M (Menominee-Marinette) game 
is the oldest interstate public school rivalry in the nation, 
and the Menominee Maroons have won three state championships
in their division in the last 25 years. 
Crime was infrequent, and parents never worried 
about letting their children run free in the neighborhood. 
Menominee’s most attractive features 
have to do with its outdoor life. 
It’s an important Lake Michigan port, 
hosts a thriving marina, 
and many locals own sailboats or power boats. 
Menominee County has the largest 
deer population in the U.P., 
and schools closed each year for the first day of hunting season. 
Nearly every family owns guns, 
and the annual murder rate is almost always zero. 
Green Bay beaches are numerous, 
and Menominee has some of the best bass fishing in the nation. 
There are seven golf courses in the area. 
 Camping, swimming, hiking, biking, 
snowmobiling, skating, ice-sailing, cross-country skiing. 
 It’s a good place for kids to grow up 
although a majority usually leave for more cosmopolitan places. 

 *Stats from: www.city-data.com

Saturday, November 12, 2022

WRESTLING WITH IKO

 

Our schnauzer is a world-class sleeper 
until I get up and get dressed 
whereupon he comes to the edge of the bed, 
leaps up on his hind legs, 
and paws ferociously at the air. 
Rrrhhaahg Aarghhh Arrrhh 
“Okay Iko, you’re asking for it.” 
I push his shoulders down, press on his snout. 
Grahmmg Rrahgg 
Iko jerks his head free and snaps at my wrist 
but I grab him by a back leg 
and spank his hind-quarters. 
“Rub-a-dub-a-dub.” 
Ghrrarr Rrahrr 
Iko snaps, I give him a poke. 
Over he goes onto his back. 
Whrahhrrr Arghhaah 
Bouncing this way and that, 
kicking his legs in the air, 
Ggrrhhm grraahh 
I punch him gently in the ribs. 
“Take that, Mister.” 
Iko twists all 22 pounds back and forth 
and tries to bite my forearm. 
Brrggg Rrufff Rff Rff 
He rolls back onto his feet 
and shakes his head. 
Grrahh Rrgghhh 
Grips my right hand in his mouth. 
“Ouch. Not so rough, Buster.” 
I shove my knuckles against his teeth. 
Iko twists and turns, backs up and growls. 
Rrahgga rhurgg 
And so it goes, on and on, 
until we finally get tired. 
“Okay, let’s go.”
 Iko leaps down onto the carpet 
 and out we head for our morning walk. 
 Rmmff Grahhrrr