Alongside the Boardwalk, Three Wolves and The Reading Bench
Alongside the Boardwalk
One afternoon I was strolling along the Grand Haven boardwalk which borders the Grand River. I stopped to rest and just admire the boats as they made their way to Lake Michigan. I was grateful to have found an open bench as they were a hot commodity this particular day. A scruffy fellow pulled his wagon of empty pop cans up to “my” bench and plopped down beside me. I relaxed my desire for personal space and had a delightful conversation. The highlight of our time was seeing a boat go by that had a pet rabbit riding on the bow of the boat . . . just motoring down the river on a little towel— up front, all by itself!
KDS of Michigan
Three Wolves
After 70 years of loving benches, the dearest is the one shared with my husband and granddaughter for the last 20 years. Before we say goodbye to our beloved SYLVANIA Wilderness after a week of camping, we sit together on “the bench” to reflect. After sharing, we let out an echoing “howl” into the wilderness.
This experience is so treasured by our granddaughter, that she drew the scene for us – each being a wolf on the bench.
K.N. of Michigan
The Reading Bench
“You may have tangible wealth unfold; Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I, you can never be–I had a Mother who read to me.”
Discovered on a bench at Hemlock Crossing in West Olive
M. W. of Michigan
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Benches are a reminder to pause, strengthen one’s relationship with others, with nature, with one’s self. Do you have a bench story you’re willing to share?
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