Photo from City of Marysville.com

A time in the past on a midsummer day we placed our blankets on a hill in the park.  Oh the cheerful sound of children’s fun and the memories of days in the summer sun.

Along the swift flowing St. Clair River, freighters lazily churned their way.  People along the shore often waved and sometimes sailors would too. Our land bound minds often pondered anew what life must be like for that freighter’s crew.

In the late afternoon the charcoal smoked as hotdogs were turned and fires were stoked. These were simple times in days now gone where families talked and dreams were spawned.

Up on the ball field a game was now over and the teams slowly walked down the hill.  A group in the bandstand with drums and guitars prepared for a concert under the stars.

What better way to wind up a day with memories of fun in that midsummer sun?