Tales From a Mid-Century Boy Growing Up in Michigan
By Kurt Struble
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Short stories, poems, and narratives mostly about a ten- to sixteen-year-old boy growing up in Durand, Michigan, a small mid-western town during the 1950s, and summers spent at the family cottage on Tawas Point in "up north" Michigan, at a time when kids were free from the fear that dominates the world we live in today compared to the ultimate freedom kids had during mid-century America. The freedom to roam far and wide on bicycles seeking "pick up" games of sports, fishing, and exploring the world of nature all day. Every day. With one requirement: Be home in time for dinner.
The boy in Tales From a Mid-Century Boy shows readers what it was like growing up in Mid-Century America. It acknowledges how lucky we were to have been a kid growing up in America during the golden years, 1950-1965.
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Tales From a Mid-Century Boy Growing Up in Michigan - Kurt Struble
Dedication
This Book Is For
Dad
Who Gave His All.
And
Laura Masters
John Struble
Matt Logan
Rebekah Logan
Khloe Logan
Max Oquendo
Louis Masters
Ben Masters
Heidi Oquendo
Christopher Oquendo
and of course,
Jodi Struble
To the faithful: Don Austin, Karen Karhoff Lewis, Barbara Karhoff, Don and Lynn Karhoff, Margaret Smith, Brenda Ryker, Janice Harper, John McKinnis, Bill Ramsey, Rick Middleton, Dottie Adams, Annie McAlpine, Rebecca McAlpine, Ron Anderson, Ron Chrzan, Rick Stone, Kay O’Neil, Kris Ballenger, Joan Sprague, Jo and Bill Rinker, Paul Spagnuolo, Pam Bruggeman Wells, Jeanne Plashek Newman, Lenore Chernenko, Candyce Y MW, Minde Renae, Susie Weinrich, Faith Barrs, Robert Sager, Diane Dimkoff, Carol Stroub, Merlin Parlett, Debbra Russell, Cheri Bogan, the thirty lives I was privileged to have touched from 1969–1970, and Nancy Streeter.
Lake Heron Shoreline
Late Winter Thaw
Acknowledgments
We were blessed with teachers from one-room school houses who came into town and graced us with their skills.
With greatest respect for Dan Newman who showed me what a true gentleman is. We shared a unique bond.
Jane Kilpatrick and I became friends in 1970. Jane gave me unique, new, and different perspectives on creativity which are still a part of me today. I’m grateful for the role she played in my life and that she played it with such gusto.
She gifted me my favorite quote by T.S. Eliot.
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
With a grateful heart for publisher Connie Taylor who guided me through the logjams and more. Sincere thanks to Rebecca McAlpine for fostering the connection.
Jodi Struble
She’s my best friend who has stood by me through thick and thin. The matriarch of the family, she’s a role model as a mother and grandmother. She’s an intellectual, a voracious reader, and a great writer with a gift for humor. She’s a long-arm quilter. She makes quilts and barn quilts, afghans, dishrags, stocking caps, you name it, anything that can be woven, sewn, or made by hand. With nothing else to do, like most quilters she solves puzzles. She prefers to listen to stories rather than music.
She’s an adventurous, independent soul. She drove cross-country by herself. She camps alone in her beloved Casita. She likes wine, or scotch and water, English mysteries, anything written by P.D. James, Stephen King, J.L. Tolkein, Bernard Cornwall, Diana Gabaldon, Ann Rice. Too many to list here.
One day she found an annotated version of War and Peace, so she read it a second time!
Jodi cooks primal or Mediterranean. She makes wicked Jewish chicken noodle soup that’s a cure for anything that ails you. She can paint a room, use a caulking gun, do wallpapering and hang pictures and shelves using a screw gun.
She has common sense and she’s the best problem solver I’ve ever known. She’s an amazing person and everyone who knows her, knows it.
She’s Jodi Struble, my wife, my rock, my love, my wife of thirty-five years.
Kurt Struble
August 5, 2022
Foreword
As Kurt’s high school classmate, I knew him only as an athlete, a drummer, and a boy with a devilish grin who was, (always getting into trouble) perhaps, somewhat of a goof-off.
Our paths seldom crossed. Reading works he shared on Facebook a few years ago, I was taken aback by the captivating charm of his words, seemingly so disconnected from my memories of him. When he mentioned his ADD, I asked him if he might share some of his coping mechanisms. Thus began my conversations into knowing Kurt. His efforts to control the mental wanderings and lightning-fast thoughts flowing through his mind are, and have been, truly masterful. But this thing he struggles with is also a gift. A wild and wonderful gift. Words tumble out of him and onto paper like a raging waterfall, cascading onto paper via his Gold Wing pencil. Then the work begins to tame the waters and corral each droplet into a smooth-flowing stream.
To step into these stories of a small-town mid-western boy is to experience them as if you were there. Perhaps you were. Kurt is a keeper of memories rich in vivid detail, genuine honesty, and vulnerability. There’s sentimentality mixed with humor, silliness even, when he resurrects the boy within. Stories told from that boy’s perspective evoke innocence and tenderness, making them both endearing and memorable. And though this was likely not the objective, you come to know and understand the man this boy became.
Forever an admirer,
Karen (Karhoff) Lewis
Michigan
The Great Lakes State
10,000 Lakes Surrounded by Glacial Seas
We Were Boomers
I’m a small-town Boomer Kid born at the midpoint of the twentieth century a few years after World War II when our parents, with the help of the infrastructure of war, reinvented America from 60% agrarian to 60% manufacturing.
Those fifteen years were the closest any civilization has ever come to perfection. We were the strongest nation in the world. There was widespread prosperity and upward mobility. We were healthy after eradicating polio, German measles, chicken pox and other diseases. Every fabric of life was being reinvented after eight years of war. We were optimistic about the future.
We had just enough technology to make life more comfortable. Television was the newest invention bringing with it an awareness of our place in the world. Usually going off the air at midnight. Through television, we defined ourselves as a nation being reborn.
We Boomer Kids lived in a bubble of security, our minds uncluttered by horror stories. Ugly, grisly stuff seen and heard today, we would have considered unthinkable.
We were free from fear. We walked or rode our bikes to school, went home for lunch and returned. We played sports by emulating older kids. Then we became models for younger kids. We shopped downtown where generations shopped before regional malls disconnected links to the past.
We Boomer Kids were free with our parent’s blessing (the only requirement was to be home in time for dinner) to explore the surrounding fields and streams unhindered by busy highways around sprawling suburbs or the confines of gated communities.
We knew about life. It surrounded us. It beckoned us to join it. We eagerly accepted the invitation. Our bikes took us to where life lived. Life wrapped its arms around us.
I love my worlds. I’m happy to share my worlds with you. I hope you love them, too.
Kurt Struble
August 5, 2022
Summer
Lake Huron Shoreline
Near the Alabaster Pipeline
When I Was Born
That summer, warm and sultry,
midmonth, midyear, midway past midnight,
bright lights shining blinding,
hands grasping fingers smashing
through the air,
I did not really care,
it was not my problem.
I was theirs for the taking.
I heard the pain that wasn’t mine
explode into my space,
the air, the rush of light that came before
the crack of dawn exposed the ship
that I’d been riding on
between the worlds where I once lived
when I was born!
With great surprise, I threw away my aqua lungs.
I sucked in air while water flooded,
breathing synapses firing newborn pistons.
Two-hundred eighty-three horses blowing
streams of light in all directions.
So, this is what it’s like to live in the land of milk and honey!
Come time to leave for home,
I looked into the sky I’d never seen,
acorns falling through the air,
cool harmonies on the breeze singing memories
from where it all began,
wrapped around light
that fuels the seeds of future’s flight,
while tightly-woven earthly patterns
leading everywhere in sight
bring great brilliance and such delight!
Each night, I see the world inside my dreams
wrapped inside the morning dew.
Each morning, my life begins anew,
never sure of all that I have seen until
I return and do it all again,
and again, and again,
until I think,