Remembering D-Day

Some years ago, we have the great good fortune to visit the D-Day beaches, primarily the American sectors of Utah, Omaha and Pont-du-Hoc.

Along the way we stumbled onto several spaces of quiet poignancy: a British cemetery at Bayeux, a German cemetery at La Cambe, and a Canadian cemetery set amidst the beautiful countryside of Beny-sur-mer.

It was the policy of the British Commonwealth, I believe,  to allow families to inscribe brief epitaphs on the stones: moving, powerful feelings carved into stone that still resonate more than 70 years later. I've included a few of those at the end.
Omaha Beach, the German view
Omaha Beach
Utah Beach

Utah Beach

Utah Beach

American cemetery Colleville-St. Laurent, overlooking Omaha Beach


American cemetery Colleville-St. Laurent, overlooking Omaha Beach

American cemetery Colleville-St. Laurent, overlooking Omaha Beach

American cemetery Colleville-St. Laurent

British cemetery Bayeux

British cemetery Bayeux

British cemetery Bayeux

German cemetery La Cambe


Canadian cemetery Beny-sur-Mer

Canadian cemetery Beny-sur-Mer

S. C. Woodroffe
Always and always
"Snooks"

R. L. Morton
A beautiful future planned
Only to end in a dream. Dear,
 My thoughts are ever of you
And what might have been

C. G. Steadman
Greater love
Hath no man than this
That a man lay down his life
For his friends

W. G. McAllister
Not forgotten, Glen Dear,
Nor ever shall you be,
 While life and memory last
We shall remember thee

H. J. Sharples
He gave his all
For the decent things
Of life.
Remembered by all

J. Klippenstein
Remembered in death
As in life
By his wife
And daughter Shirley

A. C. McQuarrie
Beautiful memories
Cherished forever
Of happy days spent together
God bless you, darling Allan

A night in Niagara-on-the-Lake, Ontario

Niagara-on-the-Lake (NOTL), Ontario, is just about halfway between Providence, RI, and Grand Rapids, MI so we've made a point of stopping there twice in the past seven months. The first time was this past December when we had a less-than-stellar experience but were intrigued by the town itself and wondered what it was like in the spring or summer.

Apple Tree Historic B & B
So we stopped again for an overnight this past Monday. While there were a few tourists out and about NOTL was mostly quiet and made for a pleasant way to see this bit of the southern shore of Lake Ontario.

We arrived mid-afternoon and after checking into the the Apple Tree Historic B & B ("historic" since it was built circa 1820) went for a leisurely stroll about town.

The town is centered mainly along Queen Street which parallels the lake shore and is about three blocks or so up from the lake itself.

Anyway, some shops were still open although we opted to spend our time outside soaking up the warm sun as we strolled past Simcoe Park down to the lake.

strolling downtown

Simcoe Park and the statue of John Graves Simcoe


looking across Lake Ontario

looking up Queen Street toward the Prince of Wales Hotel


There is a George Bernard Shaw Festival held in NOTL, inspired, we were told, by a devotee of the playwright and abetted by the local town government. The statue of Shaw along Queen Street, who as far as we could tell had never been to NOTL, was erected by the folks who run the Oban Inn.


note the new grapevines flanking the stairs to the front door
There were a few restaurants open so we opted for the Treadwell, a recommendation of our hosts at the B & B.

We spent a lovely evening at the counter overlooking the open kitchen. There were few other customers so we had ample opportunity to interact with Michaela, our server, about Ontario wines and food in Canada. It was a thoroughly enjoyable experience.


it was a quiet evening as we settled in with our Pimm's cocktails



The food was delicious, well prepared and nicely presented (the plating was done by a 16-year-old high school student intern no less).

We started off with a Pimm’s Cocktail and a tasting of three Ontario cheeses, which were, in a word, wonderful. The accompanying condiments were equally outstanding (red pepper jelly, a mustard seed concoction and honey with a portion of the hive).
l-r: Morning Mist, raw sheep’s milk Brie style; Pine River, cow’s milk, 7-year-old cheddar; Eweda, sheep’s milk Gouda-style
While I have no complaint about small portions generally, I did think the scallop/pork belly entree somewhat on the slim side: At 20 CDN for two small ocean scallops each resting on a nice piece of locally sourced pork belly it felt a bit high.

Overall, though, the meal was outstanding.

My wife's cold spring pea soup was very good and her house-made pan-seared gnocchi quite tasty. My chicken wrapped in bacon with fresh vegetables -- heirloom carrots, peeled asparagus stems and potatoes whipped with wild ramps with morel mushrooms were all incredible.

When in Canada we generally order Ontario wines, and the glass of Chenin Blanc we each had shows what the the Canadians are capable of doing with grapes. Oh, and we finished the meal off with a glass of local ice wine from Cave Head. I’d steer clear of the Stratus dessert wine: one-dimensional and just not very good in the bargain.

The one thing we both thought curious was they were a bit heavy-handed on the salt -- which may be a Canadian thing, perhaps? Our B & B innkeeper used a lot of salt in her breakfast as well.

They do have a luncheon menu and we had a chance to sample their pork loin roast sandwich. I'd definitely go back.
ocean scallops over pork belly

chilled spring pea soup

plating


locally sourced chicken with heirloom carrots, radishes in a Morel mushroom jus

gnocchi


After dinner we strolled down Queen Street and took a circuitous way back to the B & B before turning in for the night.

We spent Tuesday morning taking our time before breakfast -- our host had even prepared a fire in the front parlor to take the chill off. The highlight of our breakfast was a "croissant cup" with a slice of prosciutto and an egg placed on top. Delicious!

But we couldn't put off the inevitable and before long we were back on the road heading east for Providence. Crossing the border took us about 20 minutes or so.

The weather was glorious and we made great time arriving back "home" (I think not) a little after 5pm after a stop at the grocery store for some essentials. I grilled chicken that evening and we caught our breath before the next round of trips.

We're in Providence for two weeks or so before we head back west once again. Our plan, such as it is, will be to stop in Prattsville, New York to see Don and Gloria and then meander our way to Ohio, staying somewhere on the southern shore of Lake Erie before the final push on to Grand Rapids.

Stay tuned!

Moving to Michigan, the preliminaries

After recovering from a nasty but short respiratory virus which changed our departure from Providence to Michigan by a day, we hit the road on Monday, April 28. It was pretty smooth sailing through the Berkshires of Western Massachusetts, past Albany and onto the New York Thruway.

By late afternoon we stopped for the evening at the convenient but utterly unremarkable hotel nexus at Amherst, New York, near the State University of New York at Buffalo. While the WiFi didn’t work the room was clean — albeit very small and right off the highway. It was also incredibly cheap: 65 bucks.

The next morning we were back on the road heading for Canada. Our Subaru was literally the only
car at the crossing as we zipped across the border into Ontario. Less than 3 hours later we made a painless and easy crossing into the United States at Port Huron — ours was one of maybe five cars at the border.

By mid-afternoon we were unpacking our second round of home goods at Eagle Ridge Court in Grand Rapids. (We also brought a few things out last Christmas.)

Our time in Grand Rapids has been spent doing mainly two things: looking for places to live and helping Susan’s mom streamline her finances. Susan has tackled both tasks with gusto and has largely achieved the latter. I’ve spent much of my time cooking or renewing my work on the men of the 3rd Michigan Infantry.

As for places to live it’s been both an enlightening and frustrating experience. While we’ve seen maybe eight or ten homes/condos, we’ve found just as many online that are sold before we can even pop by to see them. Unlike in west Providence, Grand Rapids is a seller’s market. We’re also still struggling with what kind of place we’d like to live in next — a condo or a single family home. While a definitive answer continues to elude us, we are probably leaning more to the former. It’s what we know, of course, from our present situation, but also appeals to our sense of wanting something low-maintenance.

On a (much) brighter note, Susie continues to extend her networking within the culinary world — and the food scene in Grand Rapids has come an incredibly long way in the past 20 years, that’s for sure.  She’s had discussions with the adult education coordinator at Grand Rapids Community College’s culinary program as well as a couple of venues who might be interested in partnering once the French Tarte is firmly on the ground here in western Michigan.

And speaking of good food, we’ve also been fortunate on this trip to reconnect with some old friends while sharing a tasty meal at several of the city’s newer eateries — Marco’s, The Grove, Licari’s, and Marie Catribes. Different venues but all providing wonderful service and good food. Seeing Margie, Chuck, Virginia Rose (a wonderful surprise), and Stan as well as family, however briefly, is always worth the journey to Michigan.

Virginia at Licari's

Chuckeeee at Licari's
Chuck and Virginia at Marie Catribe's
And we actually met some new folks as well: Patty and Paul from Grand Haven come to mind. If you haven’t had her chocolate yet you’re missing out on one of the finer things in life.

We did manage to scoot out to Grand Haven and walk the the pier on one of the sunnier days during our two weeks in Michigan. (The first time I walked to the end past the lighthouse was the winter of 1987-88 when we moved to Spring Lake from Virginia, when the ice created fantastic structures along the shoreline.)




We also got a chance to see Susan's Aunt Betsy. She still has one of the most incredible smiles you've ever seen -- full of life, laughter and love.

Sisters Bernice and Betsy
Otherwise our time has been spent primarily hanging out at Eagle Ridge with my mother-in-law while working on the next phase of our move back to Michigan. What to bring out next, and what to take back with us: where do we want to live, what about health care insurance (I lose that the end of May), what about . . . So much to think about. We often wonder, “Could we have planned this move better?” I think not. Change is good, painful sometimes for sure, but we just need to get on with it.

Our last fling this trip was up to Clear Bottom Lake for Mother’s Day with the Ten Have family. While we couldn't sit outside due to the steady drizzle of rain, there was lots of good food and even better company. (If you want to see more photos click here.)


Clear Bottom Lake form the cottage deck



So, we leave for Rhode Island this coming Monday midmorning, stopping overnight in Niagara-on-the-Lake, Ontario. The plan, such as it is right now, will be to arrive back in Providence by mid-afternoon Tuesday and start working on the next phase of our move back to the Midwest.

I return to work on May 18 and will finish as a full time employee by the end of that week. The way things stand now, I will probably be managing the university’s image assets from a laptop remotely from home, wherever that might be. Toward that end there are a few puzzle pieces that need to fall into place before we leave Providence the end of May.

And leave we will. Stay tuned!

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