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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!

Saturday, May 16, 2009


I’ve told you about my best friend, Anne-Marie, who lives downstate. We started school together; that’s how far we go back.

Well, about 5 years ago in early October, Anne and I had a girl’s weekend out. We met in Mackinac City and stayed in a cabin on Lake Huron. We had a wonderful time; lots of laughs, lots of food and a bit of nonsense (besides a trip to the Island).

The poem that follows is dedicated to Anne. I wrote it after our weekend was over and I have posted it before but after reading Retired One’s post about the 7 way bra, I felt it was time to share this again.

To preface the poem, Anne and I had been sitting out by a campfire between the cabin and the lake in a sandy area. True, we’d had our fair share of wine but we were just silly, not looped. Anne needed to get something out of her locked car and could not find her keys! We looked all over; inside and out. While Anne was tearing through the cabin, I went in search of a rake to look through pine needles and sand (and chase down any damn seagulls that might have confiscated her keys!!). I must have raked for 15 minutes and it was getting darker by the minute. By this time Anne was about in tears. I told her I was going to the office and find out where the nearest Chevy dealer was so the next day we could go to one and hopefully get a key made from providing her VIN #.

While I was in the lobby of the office trying to find out about a Chevy dealer (I’d already explained the WHY when I borrowed the rake), Anne came to the lobby door and stood there with her head down, and knocked on the screen door (like we couldn’t see her if she put her head down). Why she knocked, I’m not sure…unless it was the wine.

Anyway, she had found the keys. While I was in the office and after she had searched the cabin, she sat on the bed, with her head down, crying a little bit. While she was sitting there, silently crying, with her head bowed, she could see down the front of her V-neck sweater…and what do you think she saw in her bra? HER KEYS!!! She had put them there so she wouldn’t mislay them!


Oh, dear bra,
Can’t you see
What it is
You mean to me?

A place to put my awesome breasts
My husband says they are the best
You hold me firm so I don’t bounce
Your total support is what counts

But aside from all of this that you do
There is another function; yes it’s true
You are my safe, my strong box don’t you see?
A place where I can hide my key!

So to you I give my praise
From the soft cups to the under wire stays
You are awesome and you rock my worlds
And give me a place to put my girls!


  1. LMAO! OMG...I should've pee'd before reading this post.
    I now SO want to see what she thought of your poem.
    About six years ago now, 8 of my childhood girlfriends all come to our house on the lake for a yearly reunion weekend. We have SUCH fun. Now we have "themes" and contests for the best costume. Last year it was a hippie theme, the year before we all had to go to Goodwill and buy the tackiest outfit of leopard prints and accessories we could find. We giggle, drink, take photos and just be girls again. We made a vow that the last one living has to make a toast to the ones who pass first, and that we will do this every year. Hope we can keep doing it. Every single one of us looks forward to doing this every year. It is always the last Saturday in July at our house.

  2. Retired One, Anne is a nurse, something you have in common! She loved the poem. As I said this has been a few years ago but I'm sure she still has it..the poem, I mean...not the keep safe bra!

    YOUR reunion sounds like a blast!

    I am freezing today! Sunny, 44 and very windy again. The cranes are having a hard time getting air borne.


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