2012-12-27 / Views


Dear Editor,

I reside in the Four Seasons community on the shores of Georgia’s Lake Lanier. To the north I see the ancient foothills of the Appalachians, but the scenes in my Christmas memories are of a flat, snow covered farm near the shores of Lake Michigan.

In the 1940s tall spruces stood on the edge of this land beside the county airport. Those gentle giants, protecting our farmhouse from the worst of the “Northwesterlies”, were still standing when the Manistique High Class of 1946 had its 50th reunion. Though my work has taken me to the top and bottom of this planet – to the high Arctic and to Antarctica – I have never been as cold as I was at Christmas time on our farm. And yet the memories of those holy days and those most formative years remain the warmest in my heart.

Alvo (Marty) Martin


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