8/21/2013 12:01:00 AM Harbor Springs...Now and Then
Cynthia Morse Zumbaugh
I had another of those "only in Harbor Springs" moments this week that I need to share; it gave me quite a chuckle. My husband received a message regarding a delivery of some Afton stone. He called me and asked if I knew anything about it, I did not and he was unable to reach the person/company who left the message. He got home to find a very large pile of gravel in the middle of our driveway. The young man who delivered it asked a series of questions. "Isn't your wife named Cynthia?" "Isn't she a redhead?" "Doesn't she drive an Iroc?" Yes to all of those questions, but then he inquired as to the name of my husband's father-in-law; that's when they figured out the problem. My neighbor, also a redhead though not a Cynthia, drives a Corvette; both of our cars are black, so I can see from where the confusion could stem, but it was still quite a comedy of errors. And the "rest of the story" is that we did purchase the gravel since it was there and my driveway certainly needed it and he surely didn't want to reload it.
This made me think, very nostalgically, of the Harbor Springs where everyone knew where everyone else lived; this would never have happened a few years ago. We didn't even have a street number for years in the country; those were assigned or at least we started using them in the seventies. Your mail was simply addressed to Rural Route 1 or Rural Route 2 and the mailman (ours was Dale) just knew who lived where. Mr. Chellis and Mrs. Moser and company sorted the mail, they knew who was who and it went out on the correct route to the proper people. I sometimes received mail for Cynthia Haynes and I think she probably got mine occasionally since I believe we were the only Cynthias in town who weren't Cindys.
Over the years, I received mail addressed in many ways, sometimes even with only my first name; Cynthia, RR#2, Harbor Springs. That kind of made me feel like Elvis or Cher. I had a huge crush on Joe Namath at one point in my life and my older sister used to address my mail to Cynthia Namath; I still received it. And if you didn't know which Route someone was on, you could usually get away with simply Rural Route or just the name of the road.
I get a chuckle every time I stop into to the Good Hart General Store and see the mail boxes there; it makes me flash back to Sam Drucker's store on Petticoat Junction or Green Acres. I love the little things that make a place unique. (I don't believe that Carolyn also serves as the Justice of the Peace and a bank like Sam did, but perhaps she should.)
Another of those small town traditions that I hope never goes by the wayside happens this week; be sure to stop by the County Fair. I don't gamble, I rarely go on the rides anymore, but just to walk through the barns or the 4-H building and see the impressive accomplishments from sewing to raising vegetables to the livestock is entertaining. The best part of the fair is seeing friends and neighbors that you probably don't see everyday and the people watching is unparalleled.
Happy Anniversary wishes going out this week to Tom and Sarah Drury, celebrating their 1st on August 26th and to Bernie and Elizabeth Schaffer who will be celebrating on the 24th, which is also Bernie's birthday.
Lots of birthdays this week, also, beginning with Kari Rye Tippett and John Johnston on August 22nd and Jack Hodge and Robert Morris, Jr., on August 23rd. Happy Birthday to Carole McRoberts Cantrell on the 24th, on Sunday to Kathy Burns Lopez and on the 26th to Kathie Hammond, Wendy Fershee and Rose Sprague Brown. Beth Peterson will be celebrating on the 27th and on Wednesday, August 28th, we send birthday wishes to Jeanne Zumbaugh, Evey Hartman, Sheri Dental Vail and George Wrona.