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Revisiting
Michigan
I was free for the last four days of July 2015. Time to treat myself to a vacation trip. Considering the summer heat, it seemed prudent to head north. But whither? Maybe to Michigan. I recall 20th-century trips with my parents and aunts and uncles, and perhaps it was time to revisit those places in particular, Dearborn and Frankenmuth. Dearborn is the site of the Henry Ford Museum and Greenfield Village, now known collectively as The Henry Ford. I had been to the Museum several times but had never entered the Village, a themed collection of old landmark buildings from the eastern USA such as Thomas Edisons laboratory. Frankenmuth is the site of Bronners Christmas Wonderland, the worlds largest Christmas store. Its a town founded by Germans, and I have some German heritage including my fathers great-grandfather George Frederick Schöll, who immigrated from Heidelberg, and my mothers sister-in-law Esther Rauschenberger, who grew up in Ann Arbor. TUESDAY I left Pennsylvania in the morning, driving towards Michigan. Oberlin College, where I studied German as part of my physics major many years ago, was near the halfway point. I paid a brief visit. A new hotel has been needed there for a long time. I remember staying at the Oberlin Inn for the WOBC reunion in 1988, and even then it was out of date. A replacement Inn is finally under construction on the corner of College and Main. |
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Continuing west, I headed for the Detroit airport. The Henry Ford is ten miles from downtown, but I had decided to stay a little farther out, adjacent to the airport at the Fairfield Inn in Romulus.
WEDNESDAY It was going to be a hot day, so I decided to visit Greenfield Village first, in the morning, followed by the air-conditioned museum in the afternoon. Below we see the family farm of Henry Fords friend Harvey Firestone (the tire tycoon), transplanted from Columbiana, Ohio, to Dearborn, Michigan. |
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What would it sound like if rung? Time for a bit of physics. A triangle produces an indeterminate mixture of pitches, but if a little silver orchestral triangle sounds a ting two octaves above middle C, this instrument thats 24 times as large would sound a bong two octaves below. I wouldnt want to be the percussionist required to play it by releasing the sledgehammer. |
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Also, students, the pendulum wont swing far enough to the right unless we first pull it all the way to the left before we let it go. Even then, the hammer actually makes contact with the triangle only because its right side B is a little longer than its left side A.
Having strolled around for three hours or so, I was hot and tired. I decided I could skip the museum that afternoon and catch it on my return trip Friday. So I headed north through a rainstorm in Michigans thumb to my next Fairfield Inn in Saginaw. For supper that evening, I selected the yellow perch. This freshwater fish seems to show up only on menus in the Great Lakes area. I had enjoyed perch as part of Friday fish fries when I lived in Ohio, and I was glad to taste it again sweeter than the bland codfish we get in Pennsylvania, with a spicier breading. Tasty. THURSDAY
After ambling up and down Main Street, I decided to dine at a slightly out-of-the-way spot called Sullivan's Black Forest Brew Haus & Grill. Sullivan is Irish, of course. There were few German dishes on the menu besides a sausage sampler. I dont think a Reuben sandwich counts, despite the sauerkraut; its an American invention. I settled for the chicken schnitzel. The more widely-known Wiener schnitzel was not among the offerings, an omission which my mother would have approved. Wiener schnitzel is made from veal, or calves meat, and my farm-raised mother disapproved of the cruel treatment that veal calves suffer. My chicken schnitzel was battered and served with butter and capers. Tasty. Behind the bar, a TV was showing the noon newscast from WNEM, the CBS affiliate in Saginaw. I noticed a couple of oddities. One news story concerned the Amycita, a hundred-year-old kit boat from Bay City that was returning to a local museum. This story aired live and direct from the reporters cell phone. He aimed the phone at himself to begin the report, then turned it around to show us a couple of workers. There was much bouncing of the picture. Live is attention-grabbing, I guess, but its rarely necessary. I would have much preferred a professionally-photographed taped report. Maybe it could have even included a shot of the entire boat. Then when the newscast ended at 12:25, it was followed by a link to ObitMichigan.com and three minutes of obituaries. Several names appeared on the screen, wiping to the next page after a few seconds. I remember such noontime broadcasts years ago sponsored by funeral homes in two small Ohio cities, on radio stations WILE in Cambridge and WMRN in Marion. On the latter, the list of the deceased was read by the lugubrious undertaker himself. But Saginaw is five times as large as Cambridge, with a TV station and everything too sophisticated for daily obituaries, youd think.
I recalled the previous fall in northern Ohio, where I saw one single solitary wind turbine near Lake Erie. Here in Michigan I had discovered a veritable wind farm. My faithful Subaru and I said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bay County and see this thing which is come to pass.
Then I turned my eyes to the right and beheld many more such turbines on the horizon. There were more than I could count. They extended as far into Tuscola County as I could see. A check of Google Earth showed that this forest continues northeast through farmers fields for at least 18 miles. NextEra says it owns 134 turbines in the area, generating enough electricity to power 90,000 homes (as many as there are in all of Saginaw County). And it may add more. |
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Its a revolution. Coal mining, long important to southwestern Pennsylvania and nearby West Virginia, employs 93,000 people who say their old-fashioned livelihood is vanishing because of a war on coal. Meanwhile, the wind industry has created 77,000 new jobs. And the real wave of the renewable energy future seems to be not wind but solar, which already employs 174,000. FRIDAY On the final day of my vacation, I arose early and headed south again, in order to be on hand when the museum opened at 9:30. Passing the city of Flint, I noticed a sizable hill beside US 23. Thats odd; such hills are not indigenous to this part of Michigan. Looking closer, I saw earthmoving equipment crawling across the bare dirt. Where I come from, this might indicate a coal mine, but these machines werent taking coal out; they were putting garbage in.
Further research identified this as the Citizens Disposal landfill, which since 1989 has covered more than 300 acres with a million cubic yards of waste. Every day, a hundred trucks bring in another 2,000 tons of trash from six counties. Methane wells collect the noxious gas and turn it into electricity.
In Dearborn, I remembered the Henry Ford Museum as a rather overstuffed collection of obsolete devices, as seen in these images from my 1973 visit.
But the place has been much improved lately. The collections have been pruned, interactive video screens have been added to instruct the children who visit, and the floor even includes some open areas. |
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By the way, I always liked the 1955 Chevrolet in this unusual color combination, shadow gray over coral. You dont see that nowadays.
A smaller building is featured within a back corner of the museum: the round Dymaxion house designed by Buckminster Fuller.
During my week of strolling about, I learned that after about 2½ hours my legs begin to get tired, specifically my calves and feet. So on this final day I skipped the exotic tasty food and grabbed a hot dog at the museums snack bar. Then I embarked on the final 330 miles of my adventure, the drive home. It was dark by the time I reached Pennsylvania, but through my windshield I watched the rising of a blue moon (actually orange) while listening to the Pirates game. SATURDAY It was time to rest. But my leg muscles didnt know that. Having become accustomed to exercise, they asked me, What are we going to explore today? Ill have to remind myself to do more walking.
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