Ed Hungness: Slice of Rockwell's Americana

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June 28, 2008

BY ED HUNGNESS The Record Eagle Sun Jun 29, 2008, 10:45 AM EDT

Lately it seems like most of the news we read and hear is bad. Daily, we are bombarded with the conditions of the economy, terrorism, war, violence, unemployment, oil prices, natural disasters, crime, political corruption, scandal, drugs and the endless list of new ailments that didn't exist 20 years ago.

"Ask your doctor if this or that medication is right for you." Sometimes I find myself avoiding the news altogether. During times like these, I think we need to focus on the bright side rather than all the negativity.

Recently, I was looking at some of the art of Norman Rockwell. Most of you can remember his wonderful works that graced the covers of The Saturday Evening Post. In 1916, the 22-year-old illustrator painted his first cover and continued to be associated with the magazine for the next 47 years. In total, Rockwell painted 321 covers for the Post. Most of them reflected the quality of small-town life in America.

I grew up in a small Illinois town that possessed many of the qualities of life depicted in Rockwell's paintings. He was a master at capturing what might be considered the simple side of life. He once said, "Without thinking too much about it in specific terms, I was showing the America I knew and observed to others who might not have noticed."

After completing my education, I had hopes of going back to the small-town atmosphere that I loved. I have always enjoyed the laid-back lifestyle. Instead, my first job assignment sent me packing to Chicago, which was a long way from where I'd hoped to be. Unfortunately, that's where the company wanted me and there I stayed for almost 30 years. It was a far cry from one of the scenes in Rockwell's paintings.

Fast-forward a few years and we are now living in a community with a population smaller than that of my old high school. Our village is like many towns in this part of the state. It's a place where you can't go to the grocery store or the post office without running into someone you know. A brief trip to town winds up taking longer than expected because you stop to enjoy a few conversations along the way. It's a place where you know your neighbor's name and if they need a hand you are glad to help them out.

Our village hardware store has a coffeepot going all day long and it serves as a gathering place for the locals to trade fish stories and to decide who is going to be our next president. One customer is such a frequent visitor, that he brought in his own rocking chair and put it next to the coffeepot.

If Rockwell were alive today, this scene could be on the cover of a Saturday Evening Post. Nothing is perfect in this world of ours, but I'd sure rather be here than back in that big city.

Wishing all of you in northern Michigan a safe and happy Fourth of July.

Ed Hungness and his wife owned their cottage on Fife Lake for six years before moving there after his retirement in 2005. His writing draws from life experiences and a love for the outdoors and northern Michigan. He can be reached at edhungness@yahoo.com or care of the Record-Eagle.

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Today I am sharing one story with you about a real survivor.
Fife Lake is a small village and it's hard not to notice people you see on a regular basis. Even if you don't know them by name, you know their faces.
On my regular visits to town I frequently saw a man on a bicycle. I saw him on good weather days as well as days that were not conducive to bike riding. In rain and even snow there he was, always holding on to a large black plastic trash bag that dangled from the handlebars. Sometimes he looked soaked to the bone as he made his rounds.
Daily he rode his bike along the highway into the village. Upon his arrival he began his routine of stopping at dumpsters, "picking" cans and bottles that carry a 10-cent deposit. He checked businesses, parks, the boat launch site and the roadsides. At the end of the day, he cashed in his cans and bottles. This was his only employment. I felt sorry for him on wet and cold days. With no fenders on his bike, the water or snow flew off his tires, soaking him both front and back.
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Turning onto the highway, I couldn't help but notice the deep blue color of the clear northern sky. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and branches painted a mosaic-like pattern on the pavement. "How lucky we are to live in such a beautiful place" I thought to myself.
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We've been homeowners in Fife Lake for 11 years and had not seen a bear. We saw bears in Yellowstone and while camping in the Upper Peninsula. We've seen bears in Wisconsin and Colorado, but to our dismay we had never spotted one here.
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"NOW!" she said.
Figuring that the cottage was on fire but not yet smelling of smoke, I hung up the phone and raced to her assistance.
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The village of Walton Junction may be empty, but the Walton Junction Sportsman's Club is thriving.
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Starting with the oldest box, I began wading through countless bills, statements and receipts. It didn't take long before I realized that 90 percent of everything was destined for the burn barrel. Why did I save it all? As I reached the bottom of the first box, I discovered a bundle bound together with coarse twine. Upon closer examination I discovered that it was an assortment of letters, greeting cards and newspaper clippings mailed to me by friends and relatives. About to toss them into the wastebasket, I hesitated and then decided to explore a bit closer. Letters can be read and enjoyed multiple times. They often record family history and special events that are described in detail by the author. Bound by a ribbon, they can be saved in their original stamped envelopes and stored in a special letter box or shoebox on the top shelf of a closet or under a bed.
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Times change and stores like Bronson's have faded from residential neighborhoods only to be replaced by big stores in busy shopping areas. The modern-day grocery has so much more to offer today's food shopper, but you won't find cheerful old Mr. and Mrs. Bronson there and you certainly won't find a 10-cent loaf of Wonder Bread.
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Reflections: Don't step on blue suede shoes

Between the tragedy in Japan, the chaos in the Middle East, unemployment and the economy, terrorism, gas and food prices and the Asian carp, I am tempted to crawl under a rock. Many others may feel the same way. So I've decided to write about blue suede shoes, a fashion fad that dates back to 1955.
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After a quick study of the situation, I selected a checkout line and we waited "¦ and waited. Being an observer of people, I noticed three boys who were just ahead of us in line. They were respectable looking young men, perhaps 15 or 16 years of age. After their cart was "empty" I noticed that there was still one small item in the bottom corner of their cart located under the kiddy seat and out of view. I figured the boys missed the item when unloading their purchases.
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