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The crisp April breeze carried with it the invigorating aroma of freshly cut grass and the unmistakable scent of leather, signaling the much-anticipated launch of the spring sports season at Rogers City High School. With an air of boundless optimism permeating the atmosphere, students, parents, and faculty alike gathered to witness the excitement of the season unfold. On the baseball field, the sound of ash connecting with horsehide reverberated through the warm afternoon, cr

The familiar sounds of renewal have returned to the Rogers City waterfront—the rhythmic clang of loading equipment, the deep rumble of conveyor belts coming to life, and the triumphant blasts of ship horns echoing across the still-chilly waters of Lake Huron. As the Calcite plant awakens from its winter slumber, the Str. W.F. White and the Str. Irvin L. Clymer stand ready at the dock, poised to be filled with the pale gray limestone of northern Michigan, which is destined for

The crisp February air nipped at the faces of the eager Boy Scouts gathered at Adams Point for the annual Klondike Derby, their breaths forming small clouds in the frozen stillness before fading into the clear Michigan sky. Under the watchful eyes of Explorer Post No. 90, the three patrols—Iroquois, Flying Eagles, and Flaming Arrows—clutched the rough-hewn runners of their handmade sleds, feeling the splinters of pine and the cold metal on their equipment against their wool-m

The new year brought unexpected and poignant news to the residents of Rogers City: Father Casimir Skowronski, a cherished figure who had devoted an impressive 35 years to serving as the pastor of St. Ignatius Catholic Church, would be moving to St. Hyacinth parish in Bay City. This announcement was met with a mix of surprise and sorrow, marking the end of an era for many who viewed Father Skowronski not only as a spiritual leader but also as an integral part of their communit

The brisk December winds carried the final sounds of industry across Calcite's harbor as the Str. W.F. White, her hull heavy with stone, made her last approach through the cold waters already touched by winter's chill. The familiar hum of conveyor belts at the plant ceased, replaced by the lonely calls of gulls and the gentle creaking of mooring lines as the Bradley Transportation Line fleet settled into their winter berths, their steel hulls softly groaning with contentment

The crisp November air was filled with the sharp aroma of autumn leaves and gridiron grass as Rogers City celebrated a triumphant Homecoming night, a cherished tradition that brought the community together in a joyful display of spirit and camaraderie. Under the bright Friday night lights of Gilpin Memorial Field, the atmosphere was electric, with the crowd's cheers resonating through the stands like a powerful wave of enthusiasm. The Hurons, led by the determined and talente

The crisp autumn air buzzed with a fresh energy that invigorated the community as the Union Telephone Company unveiled a groundbreaking technological advancement that would fundamentally transform how the community's 1,124 customers communicated with one another. The familiar whir and clatter of the old hand-cranked magneto telephones, which had long been a staple of daily life, were now being replaced by sleek, modern common battery instruments. These new devices responded t

Labor Day in Rogers City signifies not only the traditional holiday marking the end of summer but also serves as a poignant reminder of the fleeting joys of the warm season. As the sun begins to dip lower in the sky and the crispness of autumn encroaches, families converge on the picturesque shores of Lake Huron. Here, they revel in the last opportunities for swimming and sunbathing, striving to complete their summer tans before the school year commences. The laughter of chil

The humid August air buzzed with excitement as over 3,500 spectators gathered at Calcite harbor, their eyes locked on the shimmering waters where the majestic Str. John G. Munson was set to make her grand entrance. The atmosphere was electric, filled with anticipation and the sound of chatter as families, friends, and curious onlookers awaited the arrival of the vessel that had become a symbol of pride for the community. When she finally appeared on the horizon, gliding grace

The morning sun rises majestically over Rogers City, casting a warm, golden glow that envelops backyard fences and tree-lined streets, transforming the everyday landscape into a picturesque scene reminiscent of a painting. The gentle rays of sunlight filter through the leaves, creating playful patterns on the ground, while the sounds of children's laughter resonate through the air, echoing joyfully like church bells ringing on a serene Sunday morning. This heralds the arrival

The Rogers City High School Auditorium was filled with warm, heavy air, creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation and emotion as eighty-nine seniors, their polished shoes tapping nervously on the worn wooden floor, prepared to step into adulthood. The air was alive with the sound of rustling programs and whispered excitement that mingled with the sweet scent of carnation corsages adorning the proud mothers' dresses, a symbol of their joy and pride. Fathers shifted uncomf

The morning air along Lake Huron's shore was enveloped in an eerie stillness before the water arrived—not in crashing waves, but as a relentless surge that seemed to breathe with the lake itself. Residents of Rogers City watched in awe as the tidal wave grew, a glassy wall of steel-gray water that caught the pale spring sunlight, transforming it into dancing ribbons of silver. The smell of fresh water intensified, sharp and mineral-rich, as the surge advanced with a sound lik

Spring made its much-anticipated arrival, ushering in a season filled with excitement and new beginnings for the community. As the snow melted away and the days grew longer, the town buzzed with the promise of outdoor activities and local events. One of the most significant developments for trout enthusiasts this year is the introduction of a 14-day special rainbow trout season. This innovative initiative by the conservation department aims to enhance fishing opportunities by

Operations at the Calcite plant have begun, representing a major milestone in the area's industrial development. The Str. Calcite and Str. W.F. White are set to make their first voyages, carrying their initial loads of stone across the vast waters of Lake Huron. Alongside these ships, vessels from the Pittsburgh Steamship Company are also expected to dock locally, adding to the area's active maritime scene. Notably, regional reports suggest that ice conditions this year are m

The bitter February wind cuts through northern Michigan like a blade, carrying with it the sharp scent of pine and woodsmoke that clings to wool coats and fur-lined collars. Outside St. Michael's Lutheran Church in Hawks, families emerge into the crystalline morning air, their breath forming small clouds that dissolve into the pewter sky. The crunch of fresh snow beneath polished Sunday shoes mingles with the warm murmur of voices -- greetings exchanged, hands clasped, chil

The harsh January wind swept through the silent Calcite quarry, bringing with it the metallic scent of newly uncovered limestone and the sharp tang of diesel exhaust from maintenance trucks idling across the frozen landscape. This frigid breeze, biting and relentless, seemed to echo the industrious spirit of the workers within the quarry, where the stark white winter lay-up of Rogers City contrasted sharply with the vibrant activity that unfolded amidst the frozen earth. The

The cold December wind swept through Rogers City, bringing the sharp chill of Lake Huron and marking the end of another remarkable season for the Bradley Transportation Company. As the final whistle sounded in Calcite's harbor, indicating the year's operations were concluded, a sense of closure and achievement filled the air. Workers, wrapped in layers of heavy jackets, woolen hats, and thick gloves to ward off the biting cold, gathered on the dock, watching their breath form

The crisp November air carried the sharp scent of pine and damp earth through Rogers City as deer season commenced, heralded by the echoing rifle shots that reverberated across the northern Michigan woodlands. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation, as hunters prepared for the thrill of the chase. Their boots crunched through frost-covered leaves in the early morning darkness, each step a reminder of the season's chill. The cold nipped at exposed cheeks and fingertips,

At the Port of Calcite, a significant moment quietly unfolded, marking a new chapter in maritime history as the Str. John G. Munson was...

The crisp morning air was filled with the invigorating scent of freshly sharpened pencils and the rich aroma of new leather shoes as...