Saturday, March 29, 2008

BSL Mystery #4: The Mystery of the ....


.... Missing Town of Marlborough

**Click right on the map to make it bigger**
(Map is from Farm Ownership Plat Book, circa 1930s)


Yes indeedy!!
Lake County has its own ghost town
and it is quite a mysterious place indeed.

The story goes like this:
Many moons ago when Potawatomis
still roamed the lush Manistee woods,
when Aishcum County had just recently
been renamed Lake County,
and lumber barons were busy harvesting
the immense pine forests
(but before Al Capone laid-low like the low-life he was
somewhere on Big Star Lake),
a village literally sprang-up overnight,
a village that was dedicated to the manufacturing of

ta da

cement.

Yes, cement. Possibly used in the death of Jimmy Hoffa.

Read what Bob Sculley a reporter from the
Grand Rapids Press had to say on September 12, 1971:

"Swallowed amid the scrub oak and sassafras
of the Lake County hinterlands
are the massive remains of a huge ghost factory,
its crumbling concrete buildings, some of them
larger than two football fields,
are all that's left of
the Great Northern Portland Cement Company,
an industrial dream that turned into a nightmare..."


(Okay, it doesn't quite rival the Coliseum,
but this is Baldwin, people!)
These photos were taken in October 0f 1978.


Sculley continues: "The town, the lakes
and surrounding property of the company
covered 8000 acres in Lake and Newaygo counties.
Workmen were brought into Lake County in 1902 to construct
the cement plant and Marlborough.
The town's initial construction included
an
88 room hotel, 72 homes, a large general store,
opera house, school,
a mile-long railway connecting to the Pere Marquette Railroad,
an electric plant and a municipal water company...
time has dimmed local knowledge of the plant.
Nowadays, many area residents know little or nothing
of the old factory.
Some will tell you the name of the
ghost town is 'Mulberry'...

The factory holds a fascination for visitors...
but in its present state, the plant's
gaping crevices and crumbling walls,
unmarked by any warning signs, constitute what
attorneys call an 'attractive nuisance',
sort of an accident waiting to happen."

This photo is titled,
"Accident waiting to happen", 1978


According to Sculley: "The idea for the cement plant
was born in 1901 when a group of Eastern investors
created the GNPCC with an initial capital of $4 million...
the area south of Baldwin was chosen for the cement plant
because that region is rich in a substance called 'marl',
then used in making cement.
Farmers, some of them from as far away as Indiana,
swapped their lands for stock in the cement company,
and took jobs building the plant.

A boom-town atmosphere gripped Marlborough.
In one Marlborough home, 30 workmen labored on
three shifts, using the beds in three shifts.
The cement plant, which opened in 1903,
consisted of 14 grinding mills, 9 kilns,
a warehouse, machine shop, boiler plant, blacksmith shop,
pattern shop and utility buildings.

The plant produced 1200 barrels of cement a day.
In 1904, the company was a prominent industrial exhibitor
at the Louisiana Purchase Exposition in St. Louis.


Deb Hoogstrate atop one the "crumbling walls".


Eunice Hoogstrate and Lois Mulder walking the walls.
Both photos are dated 1970


Bloggers, please read on: "But the nation's cement industry
was then undergoing rapid technological change.
And in the midst of Marlborough's boom,
someone somewhere else had perfected a cheaper way of making cement...

By late 1906, the Michigan Trust Co.
of Grand Rapids was appointed receiver of the firm...
On May 5, 1908, the property was sold
on Lake County courthouse steps at Baldwin
for the giveaway price of $85,000...
So there in the Lake County wilderness,
stood a newly-built but totally obsolete
multi-million dollar factory and its
handsome model city of Marlborough.

Eunice Hoogstrate says, "The End"

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Amazing Marv

Over the course of many BSL years
the VHs, a family of six kids,
and the Huizinghs, a family of five kids
spent several happy summer days together.
Our ages were roughly the same
and if you threw in random Hoogstrates (seven kids!),
it all worked out pretty well.

Pretty well for us, that is.

You see, the Huizinghs had quite a few things we had
a hankering for.

A cottage, for one thing. Not a cottage they rented.
A cottage they owned.
It was white and clapboardy and looked
exactly like what a cottage in Northern Michigan should look like
and it was perfect.

If that wasn't idyllic enough, consider the fact that
their cottage had a little wishing well in the back yard
all cozily nestled in a quaint piney-wood.
Underfoot was a cushion of springy pine needles
and the air was riddled with pine-scent
and you could wander over there and just drift away,
kinda like the Calgon commercial,
and it felt like you were in the
Disney Snow White and the Seven Dwarves movie.
(The little well was nonfunctioning, but still.)

This is Luanne H. and me in 1966 in front of Strovens cottage.
Luanne was a year younger than me
and tall like her Dad.
She's the one missing some teeth.

And I know I'm getting a little side-tracked,
but below are our daughters, Audra and Laina,
30 years later.

They just loved them some Barbies.
Laina's Barbie is modeled after
Lady Luck at the Bowery.


Okay, back to the main story....
Another thing Huizinghs had was
a sleek shiny speed boat with lots of horsepower.
We had a rowboat with "the eggbeater".
And, fortunately for us Hofmans,
Mr. Huizingh was very generous with his boat.

I don't know how many BSLers Marv Huizingh
taught to ski but there are probably quite a few
adults out there who owe their mastery of water sports to Marv.
I do know that he spent many pains-taking hours
with our ghetto family, and probably gallons of gas.
I remember our parents admonishing us:
"Only go once around the bay, otherwise
you'll use up all of Mr. Huizingh's gas."

Marv truly had the gift of hospitality and there
was hardly a weekend that went by when he didn't
have some group or club or individuals up at his cottage
being fed and entertained and the day always
drew to a close
with his pontoon boat tour of Big Star Lake.

But........
this is another gift Marv Huizingh has:

Marv is an amazing skier.
He had a little routine he'd do every once in a while.
First he'd get up on a disc, which is no mean feat in itself.


He'd take a little spin around the bay, doing flashy stuff
on the disc, and then, while passing the dock,
someone would hand him this......


..... a stepladder!!


Amazing!!
And the best part of all....
Marv is 75 years old when he's doing this!



Friday, March 14, 2008

Beauty is in the eye ....

....of the beholder


Okay. If all these mopey people stopped
staring out at the lake,
wishing it wasn't a Sunday,
so they could just go swimming
( kidding!)

And if they simply
turned around

and looked behind them,
THIS

is what they'd see...



These miracles are the handiwork
of Deborah Hoogstrate Cooney
and they are guaranteed to lift your spirits
even on a sunny Sunday when
everyone else gets to go swimming
EXCEPT YOU!

Enjoy


Saturday, March 8, 2008

BSL Mystery #3: The Mystery of the Missing ....

.... Wedding Ring

This is Phil (a real stand up guy)



This is the ring that Phil lost



This is the girl that gave Phil the ring
that Phil lost
(yes, they have owies on their legs but
it was not a domestic incident
due to the ring)

This is the cottage where
the girl and Phil stayed
where the ring was lost


This is beach in front of the cottage
where the girl and Phil stayed
where the ring was possibly lost


This is the boy
who searched the beach
(notice trusty metal-detector)
in front of the cottage
where the girl and Phil stayed
where the ring was unfortunately lost

This is the lake in front of the beach
in front of the cottage
where the girl and Phil stayed
where the ring was probably lost
(just dive right in and have a look-see)

This is the girl
who searched the lake
in front of the beach
in front of the cottage
where the girl and Phil stayed
where the ring was most likely lost

This story does not have a happy ending

so far,

but......

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Gone Fishin'

Historically, Hofman's have spent a lot of time pursuing the wily fish.
If we were in a cottage by Mucky Harbor,
we had to fish way over by the Blue Horizon.
If we were in a cottage by Munising Point,
we had to fish across the bay at Pine Grove Beach.
In other words,
the fish were always biting
where ... we were not.
This ensured maximum exposure to the possibility of
running out of gas,
or madly putt-putting home
after the no-wake curfew
and hoping the sheriff didn't catch us.

Fishing was instilled in us at an early age.
It was a bare bones operation that often
required bare backs.

Some took to it immediately. To wit:
Dave VH and Faith Hoogstrate Ottenhoff
practicing in VH's backyard, 1953.

and.......

Scottie Seth just as thrilled as he can be
in August of 1977
with Jeff Vermeer (thanks Lynda!!)
and Stevie & Boo Phelps.

.... aaaaand

Don VH in 1955

Even later in life,
still lucky
Don VH in 1999 with
Annalise Alphenaar & Rachel Reid


Woohoo Arthur William....

Bill Hoogstrate, 1969

..... and then you have to clean them, Billy
(notice "pursed" lips in the "Eeeyew" formation).
Yik yik and triple yik!

Billy & Steve VH, 1969.

..... and another spectacular haul
Lies Rosema Kelder in 1988.
Once again, a bare-backed catch.

Hannah Van't Hof says, "The End!"

*to be continued*