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A long time ago, I was a child. (I started out as Cathy First from Colon, Mi.) For the past several years I’ve been an adult. A lot of things went on between those two stages of life; probably no more or no less than anyone elses. My husband and I moved to “da U .P” from southern Lower Michigan several years ago (yes we were trolls at one time). We owned and operated and operate Clementz’s Northcountry Campground and Cabins just north of Newberry, Michigan until May 2015. We have grown kids and grandkids (who all live downstate). My passion is life and all that Nature has to offer us and trying to photograph it in unique ways. Our intention in life is to see all that Nature has to offer us. We hope that you will be a part of our adventures as we cruise through our lives together. Come back often!

Monday, July 23, 2007


Well, if that doesn’t take the cake!

I do my best to always be polite and considerate and listen carefully to what the other person is saying. But I could NOT understand what this person WAS saying. He spoke with a VERY heavy French accent and I think a few French words mixed in for the heck of it….and HE was mad at ME because I didn’t speak HIS language!!! I tried SO hard to be patient. I could tell he had experienced a rough day (trying to convert metric to inches and what not).

We get a LOT of guests from all over the world and so far the language “barrier” hasn’t been a BIG issue. Sometimes our foreign guests look at me like I am out of my mind or occasionally put their hands over their ears to signal me that they aren’t deaf. Some where along the line, I got the notion that if there was a language barrier, if I SPOKE LOUDLY and S – L – O – W – L – Y AND MOVED MY LIPS A LOT that my meaning would be crystal clear. Apparently that doesn’t work….so hence the hands over the ears??? A vigorous game of charades sometimes helps too, but THIS guy wasn’t having any of it! I’m still not sure what we actually ended up saying to each other (I could be on someone’s hit list or promised to someone’s 2nd cousin, twice removed), but I FINALLY got him pointed in the right direction with his RV and he DID find his campsite with no supplementary waving of my arms or S-L-O-W speak.

But I gotta tell you I was getting remarkably irritated. I only have so much polite to go around in one day. Fortunately I hadn’t had to use much of it up because everyone else was cheerful and happy to be here (or any where for that matter). One part of the conversation that I did comprehend was he was tired of people not understanding him and if our country wanted visitors then we should try harder to understand them. At least I THINK that is what he meant….and I am still trying to be polite by giving the G rated version to you. And I’m not really sure if the 3 fingered salute to his jaunty little bald head (with the middle finger slightly more elevated than the other two) was meant to be sarcastic or not. At least he didn’t click his little heels together. ANY BODY WANT TO BUY A CAMPGROUND???? I'm all out of polite for tonight!

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