Mackinaw Island   34 comments

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Sometimes we waited in line for over four hours to get our car on the boat to take us to the island. The old Chevrolet needed the rest.

Chocolate, horse carts with poop bags hanging from their behinds, and of course the Grand Hotel were the soul of the island. The smell of the island followed you as you walked the city streets.

We never stayed at the Grand. Dad always knew when the last ferry left the island for the mainland. He said one day there would be a bridge to replace the ferries.

 

 

34 responses to “Mackinaw Island

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  1. Good nostalgia story, Danny. Happy memories are great. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  2. I like the nostalgic feel to this.

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  3. Very atmospheric.

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  4. Ha..I almost asked if the bridge was built..and then I looked at your title. 😉

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  5. The old Chevrolet needed the rest. What a delightful view of sitting in line.

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  6. Very evocative of an age and the age of childhood, I think you’ve captured so much in these few words. Nice one

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  7. A hint of sadness at the passing of the old ways. Very beautifully written.

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  8. Delightful story and interesting comments! Sounds the kind of place that would be spoiled by a bridge.

    My story – ‘An empty bottle’

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  9. I also had to Google the island. A four hour wait certainly takes me to a different era. Your flash had a lovely reflective tone to it of days gone by. Well done.
    xx Rowena

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  10. In paragraph three I don’t understand what the first sentence has do with the second sentence. Do you mean that you didn’t stay at the hotel so you needed to take the last ferry back?

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  11. Enjoyed this. And your Dad was right. That bridge is quite the feat of engineering, too.
    Thanks for jogging the old memory cells.😊

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  12. This has a wonderful nostalgic feel to it. I’m afraid I had to look to see where Mackinaw Island was. Well done!

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  13. That literally happens in my wee tale, but in a very strange way.

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  14. Oh I hope not. Loved the reminiscent feel and positive approach to the prompt.

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    Life Lessons of a Dog Lover
  15. Love it up there! And I love the ferry, too 🙂

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  16. For me this story allowed me to see islands all over the world, thank you.

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  17. I’m not sure I’d wait in line for four hours for anything. But maybe I’m just in too much of a rush most of the time.

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  18. Reminds me of my childhood driving to Kentucky from Ohio back when the Brent Spence Bridge was still a toll bridge. We always crossed the river by a little wooden decked ferry – 1 car at a time. You had to stay in the car because there were no railings and no room to get out. The rule, rain, snow, or shine, windows had to be down… I assume because of the precariousness of the transport. Ahhhh, those were the days… 🙂 ❤

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  19. Nicely evocative. I don’t know about the bridge, though. There may be a good ferry lobby!

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  20. I feel that progress will kill the slow approach… if there are cars there will be bridges…

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