Other than being able to check off some New Year’s resolution activities I’d committed to doing, I feel like 2019 is getting off to a “meh” start. I haven’t even felt like using my laptop much today (perhaps that is good)?
I called off a trivia night last night because of a toothache. Right now I’m vertical on my couch and using my tablet – the toothache started flaring up, so I popped a couple of ibuprofen to nip the pain in the bud before it gets so severe I start looking for Mike’s machete and I try to lop off my own head. Yes, he has a machete ( two actually). Photos or I’m lyin’? Oh ALL right – make me get up (LOL).
He bought both of these in Panama in 1990-1991. AND got them through airline security (he put them under clothes in his suitcase and…hoped for the best). A security officer opened the suitcase, massaged his clothes a bit, and let him be on his merry way. No X rays, nothing. Wouldn’t be able to do that now! Neither of the machetes are sharp.
Rest easy, I’m not going to try beheading myself!
There was an up side to all of that “down” time I had last night. I finished a book I’ve been working on called Hidden History of Ypsilanti by Laura Bien. One of the last little stories in the book inspired me a bit! It was the story of Mary (nee Muir) McDougall. She, her family and the McDougall family emigrated from Scotland in 1828 and were among the first settlers in the area south of Ypsilanti. Her father, Andrew Muir, bought a small farm near what is now the intersection of Stony Creek and Bemis Roads (Rolling Hills County Park is also nearby). Mary’s husband George bought a farm a little ways south and worked in a flour mill. I drive through this area whenever I go to a trivia game at Original Gravity in Milan. She married George McDougall after they settled here.
Mary got lost in the “wilds” of what is now Ypsilanti/Augusta Townships when she was trying to take a walk through thick forests after dark to visit her folks. She wound up losing her way, and spent a night outside on a cold winter night. With wolves. She found her way to a farm three miles south of Saline, where a family took her in for the night, fed her, fixed her shoes and drove her back to Ypsilanti Township the next day.
Think about all of this for a second. She had no cell phone. Nobody had a phone in the early 1800s! She had no fancy down coat, no boots rated to -40…just a dress and a shawl. I’m sure she was terrified, but still kept her wits about her to find some help. I am sure her family was pretty worried about her and happy to see her return home!
I’ll bet Mary never imagined becoming a figure in local stories!
That was one thing inspiring me to stick to my guns and take my walk in the cold today. “If Mary could do it…I can do it!”
This story can be found on the web site for the Milan Historical Society if you want to know more (I will share a link here later).