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    FIRST SNOW—Heavy, wet flakes piled deep on tree branches—and windshields—as the area received its first significant snowfall of the season. “Usually it begins with a dusting or two,” said George Isobar, Morenci’s observer for the National Weather Service, “but this time it came with a vengeance.” By the end of the day Saturday, a little over four inches of snow was on the ground. Now comes the thaw with temperatures in the 40s and 50s for three days.
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    SKEWERS, gumdrops, and marshmallows are all that’s needed to create interesting shapes and designs for Layla McDowell Saturday at Stair District Library’s “Sculptamania!” Open House. The program featuring design games and materials is one part of a larger project funded by a $7,500 Curiosity Creates grant from Disney and the American Library Association. Additional photos are on page 7.
    Morenci marching band members took to the field Friday night dressed for Halloween during the Bulldog’s first playoff game. Morenci fans had a bit of a scare until the fourth quarter when the Bulldogs scored 30 points to leave Lenawee Christian School behind. Whiteford visits Morenci this Friday for the district championship game. From the left is Clayton Borton, Morgan Merillat and James O’Brien.
    DNA PUZZLE—Mitchell Storrs and Wyatt Mohr tackle a puzzle representing the structure of DNA. There’s only one correct way for all the pieces to fit. It’s one of the new materials that can be used in both biology and chemistry classes, said teacher Loretta Cox.
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    A TRAFFIC control worker stands in the middle of Morenci’s Main Street Tuesday morning, waiting for the next flow of vehicles to be let through from the west. The dusty gravel surface was sealed with a layer of tar, leaving only the application of paint for new striping. The project was completed in conjunction with county road commission work west of Morenci.
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    JUNIORS Jazmin Smith and Trevor Corkle struggle against a team from the sophomore class Friday during the annual tug of war at the Homecoming Games pep rally. Even the seniors struggled against the sophomores who won the competition. At the main course of the day, the Bulldog football team struggled against Whiteford in a homecoming loss.
    YOUNG soccer players surived a chilly morning Saturday in Morenci’s PTO league. From the left is Emma Cordts, Wayne Corser, Carter and Levi Seitz, Briella York and Drew Joughin. Two more weeks of soccer remain for this season.
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    BOWEN BAUMGARTNER of Morenci makes his way across a rope bridge constructed by the Tecumseh Boy Scout troop Sunday at Lake Hudson Recreation Area. The bridge was one of many challenges, displays and games set up for the annual Youth Jamboree by the Michigan DNR. Additional photos on are the back page of this week’s Observer.
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    One of four senior candidates will be crowned the fall homecoming queen during half-time of this week’s Morenci-Whiteford football game. In the back row (left to right) is exchange student Kinga Vidor (her escort will be Caylob Alcock), seniors Alli VanBrandt (escorted by Sam Cool), Larissa Elliott (escorted by Clayton Borton), Samantha Wright (escorted by JJ Elarton) and Justis McCowan (escorted by Austin Gilson), and exchange student Rebecca Rosenberger (escorted by Garrett Smith). Front row freshman court member Allie Kaiser (escorted by Anthony Thomas), sophomore Marlee Blaker (escorted by Nate Elarton) and junior Cheyenne Stone (escorted by Dominick Sell).
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    GETTING READY—Jerad Gleckler pounds nails to secure a string of holiday lights on the side of the Wakefield Park concession stand while other members of the Volunteer Club and others hold them in place. The volunteers showed up Sunday afternoon to string lights at the park. The decorating project will continue this Sunday. Denise Walsh is in charge of the effort this year.
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2011.03.30 Beware of things that spin

Written by David Green.


I came downstairs one morning in late-February to discover a note from David in the microwave. 

No, it wasn’t a sweet belated Valentine or a frustrated observation that I’d again left the kitchen table in a crazy mess of newspapers and junk mail.

It was a warning: “It’s done. Do not use!”

The microwave, he later told me, shot out a brilliant arc of electricity before sputtering to a certain death.

The collapse of all things electrical began on my first trip to Little Rock when I pulled out my phone charger and it collapsed in my hands. It was a very cheap car phone charger purchased because I was too cheap to buy a regular phone charger. 

I considered spending more than the two bucks I dished out, but this cell phone is  old—probably on-its-last-legs old. But it keeps on kicking—or did until the charger self-destructed, coming apart at its center and spitting out skinny red and yellow wires.

It’s a 2119b Kyocera, an early Virgin Mobile model that we bought Rosie when she was in high school...Rosie is about to turn 25 which means the phone is at least eight years old. Other than the numbers fading away and its insatiable need for electricity, it’s perfectly fine.

Maddie doesn’t think so, though. Whenever I pull it out in public, she walks away from me.

I told my friend Adrienne about it and she just laughed.

“Oh, Mrs.,” she said. “Is it one of those refrigerator-size phones? Who could blame her?”

Certainly not the salesclerks I showed it to when trying to buy a new charger. Everyone from Michigan to Little Rock got a good laugh upon seeing the phone.

Microwave, phone, and then the washing machine. The washer has been biting the dust for some time now, but I’d rather spend money to visit my new grandbaby than buy a new machine. 

It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen baby Caroline and I can hardly stand it. Every day I flip through photos and we’ve done a little Skyping, but it just isn’t like being there in Little Rock, smelling her pure goodness...not perfumey baby products...just pure baby.

Everything she does is cause for celebration or noteworthy in some way—even her grunting sounds and eye-rolling routine that brings to mind “The Exorcist” as her eyes roll to the back of her head, then both look left, both look right, then look cross-eyed.

Her little pursed lips as if she’s practicing how to kiss, her smiles—real smiles, her full array of entertaining facial expressions and vocalizations—they’re all just cause for wonder.

She’s a person! A real, red-headed, sweet little person! There’s no end to the mystery of it, the awe, that this pretty little thing sprung forth from my daughter, who sprung forth from me. I know, there were a couple of men involved along the way, but it just seems not quite believable that such a thing could happen.

So, nursing that washing machine along is fine by me, especially since David just discovered a unique fix for the problem of the washer not kicking into the spin cycle. He stuck a screw driver into the lid locking mechanism and somehow, with the lid up, the washing machine courses through all its cycles with no problem.

On a do-it-yourself online forum, the issue was actually being discussed after a guy named Ben (No, not our son, Ben. Our Ben is usually frustrated by his parents’ make-do attitude and would go out and buy a proper washing machine.) posed this problem about his newly purchased second hand washing machine:

Subject: missing washing machine lid, need to bypass lock mechanism!

“I lost the lid when i picked it up from where I bought it from and the lid blew off when I delivered home.”

“Running a wash machine with no lid is going to be both dangerous and messy,” advised one responder. 

I read that to David and he disagreed.

“The only danger is fighting the urge to stick your finger in there,” he said. “No, not finger, hand,” he amended his original statement.

“‘Finger’ is when you have a table fan and the shield comes off,” he explained.  When the fan is spinning around, “You want to just stick your finger in,” he said.

I told that to Adrienne and she said, “I guess I better not turn my ceiling fan on when Mr. comes to visit. He might get the urge to stick his head in it.”

Note to Caroline: You better focus those eyes when you’re around your Grandpa.

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