By Jim Diem I’ve been listening to the “Storytime with Sterling” podcasts over the past month. They deal with all sorts of information about the history of Newberry. Everything from there was never a swimming pool in the basement of the high school, to the downtown...
Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears. I cried on January 6. I saw pictures of lawless people invading the beautiful, symbolic U.S. Capitol. Guns were out. A woman got killed. A shirtless rebel wearing Viking horns stood in the front of the...
I loved reading in the paper last week about the Michigan Historical Commission’s plans to rethink some of the state’s historical markers. The big example was the one on US-2 proclaiming that Lake Michigan, the seventh largest freshwater lake in the world, was...
By Carol Stiffler In October 2013, an avalanche rumbled down onto the base camp at Mt. Everest, where travelers and climbers were camping. My aunt, Elena, was the only American there. Four people died, and 154 others, including Elena, were stranded at base camp. It...
By Carol Stiffler My hero has literally fallen. Mr. Bill VanEffen was my band teacher from grades six through 12 at Newberry. I adore him. He taught me how to play the trumpet, and later the French horn. He played every instrument in the room, and better than we ever...
By Bill Diem Tyler Dettloff, the Bay Mills poet, musician, and Lake Superior State professor, asks new students to write 400-500 words as if they were famous and wanted to use their fame to call attention to a community issue. The essay must include all of the...
