I now live on Hilton Head Island in South Carolina, but each year I go home to Michigan to visit family. My uncle has a wonderful old house on Sand Lake in the Irish Hills. The house seems to welcome you with open arms.
It’s full of childhood memories, laughter, and lots of loving family. The house creaks, groans and has inexplicable bumps and bangs. It’s a place I can’t wait to get back to and hate to leave.
During the later part of the nineteenth century, on the east shore of the lake, a hotel stood. It was so popular that trains used to bring people from Ann Arbor to stay and to enjoy the dance hall.
I’m working on a time travel book titled South Shore that takes place on the lake. I plan on including actual people from both centuries.
I hope everyone of you has a great summer full of family and friends.