Iris Idolizers are ripe in the Land of Mears

Iris Idolizers

are ripe in the Land of Mears

When the grass gets high in June and the robins hatch and the ramblers bloom there begins to be the westward rolling of many cars in- through Mears . The caravan that speeds along the tarvia has one creasing purpose , to get to the sand . Not in all Oceana county is there any other geographical attraction that lures the people like the west : ern margin of Silver Lake . It is not so much the wetness of the water nor the fins that fan beneath it . By far the major interest in the land- scape is the sand elevation . Seven square miles of dunes lie in the area between the lighthouse and Juniper Beach . The climbers enter this world afoot at the northern edge of Silver Lake . To ascend these masses of sand and stretch out your arms to the sky , to see the far- view of dune after dune stretching to Lake Michigan , the ragged silhou- ette of the jack pines , is relaxing , refreshing for mind and body . Tired city workers can here drop the mantle of care . Children trickle the sand through their toes and their fingers or shovel it into gaily painted play pails . In one of my books . " The Gardener of the Dunes , " which appeared 19 years ago this month , I summed up the healing of the sand in a poem called " Medicine . " It runs like this : " I know now there is healing in the dunes . I have felt the medicine of these woods and the Galm of the sweeping winds . Walk in the sand - torm , it is a needle shower . Bask in the noontime , it is a solar lamp . Climb to the hill - top . it is good for limb and lungs : Slide on the sand - slope hilarious and free - And for the spirit there is the peace of forgetting . So shall you find freedom of movement And the joy of unrepression . Stretch up your arms to the sky . To the ether of unrestraint . Let the spirit soar as the gulls fy ! The sand trickles , the waves chant : Relaxation is written on the prescription of this air - bathed world - Relaxation and oblivion . " Having lived in the dunes several years , usually from early spring un- til late November . having slept in the danes probably a thousand nights . I have seen them at all times of the day and night , in all their changing moods of stillness and motion , and in all seasons , snow * torm , rain , the fury of the gale , the moonlight on the ridges , the sum mer dawn . In the verse , " On a Summer Morn " I have tried to picture The quiescence of daybreak in June : " Softly breaks the dawn In this calm still world at the desert's heart . The birds sing in my onsie : Along the cedar path frisks a little squirrel : The sun glints on the bright pebbles : A gopl er plays among the cans . Behold the dew on my

uusturtiums ! " The liesurely - moving visitor who has time to explore the dunes may run upon little vales where red raspberries grow , little strips of flat land getting narrower each day under the advance of the encroaching sand . " Little glens that live in the duneland twilight . whose day is far spent , who will soon feel the covering night of obli- vion and helpless meet the strangling sand , I often come to see the ivy on your floor . I find you today more choked and sad - resigned than the day that last I came . Sweet resignation is your philosophy and patience your virtue . The ancient forest floor so infinitely flat from the days of the marsh , the ancient floor where the jack pine needles fall into a matted rug , narrower looms each day . After the twilight of your obsolescence comes the evening bell . For you the curfew rings , And after that soft slumber for a hundred years beneath the covering mound which some day may move on again , bringing to you a resurrec- tion morning when you shall again be free . " To enjoy the utter peace of the dunes one must go afoot and not in the hurly - burly of a roller- coaster . In a poem called " The Visitor " I have tried to express the ex- periences and reflections and emotions of a sojourner for a day who walks alone in the great expanse : " All day long I played among the dunes ; I felt the zephyrs in the grass : I saw the sandhill's changing mass : I scanned the beach for wreckage rare Among the floats and sea - weed hair ; And sitting on an ancient hull I heard the sea - wind and the gull . Long hours I roamed among the hills ; I found the garish gravel beds . The greens and blues and mottled reds : I walked the dim- lit forest path As pale as sunset's aftermath . Beside the ivy's poison vine I loved the cedars and the pine . So the night came and it came too soon : A flare of redness on the lake ; a purple gloaming in its wake . On crag and dune and mesa high , On ragged woods against the sky . I heard the music of a stone And drank of darkness all alone . " — Ws hear the outdoor movies are coming back to Mears this summer . Sorry Pastor Perry has gone to Georgia so he will not be here to en- joy ( ? ) them . Elmer Krantz hopes they have a good " Eastern " once in a while . John Kraus's charivari started about midnight Monday and a noisy time was had by all . Mrs. Charles Irey has been down to Silver Lake helping Gladys Ensing shake the gizzards out of the feath- er pillows as the resorters are coming up soon to sink their ears in the pillows . Coralie Volpp shook the daylights out of her household rugs Tuesday at twilight . - Webster Tiffany of bunshop fame is back from Florida to get away from the Gulf mosquitoes . Thelma says : " The less I do , the less I do . " Makes me remember what Lilly Dodds said when she lived way back in the field back of Worths : " The more I go up town , the more I want to go up town ; the more I stay at home , the more I want to stay at home . " - Karene Krantz is carrying platters at the Nickerson Inn for Mr. Baker . Little Blackie Smith from the Pio- neer Stone Restaurant was visiting her aunt , Mrs. Art Anderson of Mears , and was cutting up with cousin Vera when Aunt Irene said : " You girls better not stick your necks out so far or you will get into trouble . " And little Blackie , who is eight years old . said : " Oh , for the life of a turtle . " Which was very clever , considering how a turtle can pull his neck back into his shell in such a hurry . Why doesn't Harl- and Fuller hurry up and build a house for his Pentwater Dorothy ? She's the cutest thing . - Bud Foster has two aluminum sheets on his barn roof that dazzle Bud Stover in the eyes when he goes flying over . " Nonie " and " Cook " Richmond , the Central Agency of Pentwater , have n new clerk , little Eva Therese Richmond , who is two weeks old today . Little Eva rules the roost , too , and is demanding that Dad and Mou

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reach out for new insurance risks . The little lady will know , she stop- ped at the right home and the right town when friends stop at the Cen- tral and say : " Welcoming the new resident with that much needed additional insurance we want to place here , etc. " Then Mom " Nonie " will write about it in the new baby book for Eva Therese to read when she grows a big girl . - Mrs . C. W. Hughes , 69 , was buried last Satur- day in Hart cemetery . She was born in Chicago and she and her hus- band operated a grocery store there for years . She leaves her husband ; one son , Lorenz Hughes of Muskegon ; one daughter , Mrs. Margaret Hansen ; two brothers , George of Illinois and Ed Lorenz of Muskegon Heights . Some young folks from Hart attended the dance at Fruit- port this week . When I see Margy Hawleyy or Anne Louise Halloran I guess I'll ask ' em if they went rowing on the lake in the moonlight , between dances . For Sale : Fine crop of hay on Hanson - Osborn farm north and east of Hart 84 miles . Right near Lake Michigan , a nice big roomy year - round residence in Pentwater . Lovely wooded lot ou North Beach , Pentwater , on the lake . Beautiful site for a redi - cut Paul Bunyan cottage , then enjoy the summer as never before , at the lake . Only $ 675 down and $ 35 a month buys a 40 acre farm , in good loca- tion . Buildings , electric , etc. Grow your own taters and corn for the chicken feed , and say " to heck " , with inflated living costs . See Hanson- Osborn at Hart . Gordie Osborn and Howard ( Howie ) Sweet are among the graduates of Muskegon Junior College this week . Howie is going into the realms of higher learning by getting married a week from Sunday , while Gordie is going to " batch " it along a while and maybe study some more ' till he becomes a big journalist , realtor or somethin ' . Maybe some time Gordie will want to be like the Mears Newz editor and publish his own " Record - Herald . " And why not ? Good luck Gordie , good luck " Howie . " - Robert A. Reese of Monroe spent the Decoration Day week - end with Rudolf Glanz in Shelby and discovered the mirth and down - to - earth philosophy of The Mears Newz . Now he wants a year's subscription . His friend Arlene was on the scene.- -FOR SALE Top dirt , gravel , muck , fill dirt , clay and stone . See BILL LATHERS , Mears , or call 3F4

Meals and lunches at Elmer's Place , Mears

Anderson's Grocery , Mears , sells ice cream & food for Juneoutings .

Tate Ambulance Service . Courteous , reliable . Phone 93 , Hart .

Wedding gifts at Harold Moore's .

Jewelry f Watches , bracelets , rings . Lay - away plan and trade - ins . Hamilton , Bulova and Elgin watches . Moore , in Hart . WHEN YOU NEED A GOOD STRONG WRECKER CALL THE FLOOD MOTOR SALES : 24 HR . SERVICE . PH . 161 ; NIGHT , NO . 1 . Sweet's Service fills gas tanks , energizes batteries , heals inner tubes , lubricates automobiles . High - pressure greasing , candy bars , pop . In Hart on US - 31 at the trax across from Wesleyan church .

Go to the Western Auto Associate Store in Shelby for automobile parts and accessories , bicycles , bicycle repairs , fishing tackle - On

Sam Duncan of Ludington , well known to Mears folks , was buriet Wednesday . He was the brother of Mrs. Clara Davis . Sam had been in ill health for some time and was at the Ludington hospital . Besides