: Tom Chambers
: Memories of a Mackinac Island Native Life on the Island from 1940s to 2020s
: Modern History Press
: 9781615998333
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: CHF 5.20
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: Geschichte
: English
: 144
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Join me on a trip to Mackinac Island's past, from the late 1940s to the present day. These are my memories of growing up on the Island, as well as some earthshaking changes that happened to affect everyone: the end of steamship visits, the building of the Mackinac Bridge, the increasing size and speed of passenger ferries, the introduction of new transportation (from 10-speeds to snowmobiles) and much more. On a more personal level, I'll share stories of how I earned my living on the Island, from house painting, cooking and bartending to delivering ferries from the factory. I'l also share my love for music and just plain having fun in rock-and-roll bands. This book includes many of my own photos that allow you to peek behind the curtains of the Jewel of the Great Lakes.
'Finally a book written about the Island, by a man who's lived here his whole life. A true, first-hand account of the history and nuances of Mackinac that cannot be found in any other tome. This is the first of what--I hope--becomes a collection.'
--Jason St. Onge, Mackinac native, fire chief, councilman and businessman.
'Tom Chambers' lifetime first-hand knowledge of Mackinac Island business history (especially ferries), local characters and fascinating Island lore make him a valued go-to resource for residents, as well as anyone interested in the Island. His deep family ties and experiences growing up and working on the Island always inform any discussion of Mackinac. I learn more about our beloved Island every time we speak.'
--Marta Olson, Mackinac Island author, Mintaka Designs.
'This is a true, born-and-raised Islander perspective. Teen years on a snowmobile (when no one knew what they were), beach parties with a guitar, bike relays with competitors that turned into friends. An avid photographer and lifelong collector of memorabilia and stories, Tom Chambers has catalogued life on Mackinac for the last 50 years and now has a story, or two, to tell.'
--Becki McIntire Barnwell, Islander and former co-owner of Hotel Iroquois.
From Modern History Press

Mackinac of the 1940s and 1950s

For this memoir, I will not attempt to cover a detailed Mackinac Island history. Others have already done that, and better than I could. I will give just a bit of background on the decade I was born, and the one preceding it. Visitors always like to comment that Mackinac Island “looks the same” as it did in a previous time, but I notice changes every few years or even every year. Every few decades there is an earthshaking change that really alters the complexion of the Island.

One of the biggest differences was the means of getting to the Island. From about 1870 through the early 1950s, the primary way was via large steamship, originating at ports such as Detroit, Cleveland and Chicago. There were several major steamship lines, and over twenty vessels, which stopped at the Island, docking at the Arnold Dock and Coal Dock. Ships also had routes to Sault Ste Marie and Lake Superior, after the Soo Locks were built. The lines were Northern Steamship Co., Anchor Line, Lake Michigan& Lake Superior Transportation Co., Northern Michigan Transportation Co., Cleveland& Buffalo Transit Co., Great Lakes Transit, Detroit& Cleveland Navigation Co., (they had the most ships), Georgian Bay Transit, and a rare trip by Canada Steamship Lines.

My grandfather, Ed, visited during most summers in the 1950s, taking the SS North American from Chicago. The highway system was primitive in those days, as were cars. Before the Mackinac Bridge was built in the mid-1950s, the only way across the Straits of Mackinac way by large white State of Michigan car-ferries. Airlines didn’t really serve our area, but there were two Air Force bases in the Upper Peninsula. As highways got better, the era of the steamers went into a slow decline, in the late 1940s. Detroit& Cleveland Line’s massive “Greater Detroit” last called here in 1950.

From 1951 on, it was just theNorth andSouth Americans. TheNorth’s last season was 1964, and theSouth’s, 1967. The big game-changer came in the late 1950s, when President Ike

City of Detroit III at Mackinac Island (1949) Photo by Tom Chambers’ mom

Eisenhower introduced the Interstate Highway system of modern 4-lane divided highways. Travel and tourism in our area benefited greatly by the north/south running “I-75.”

There were small high-speed ferries running to the Island then, but they were of natural mahogany instead of aluminum. Most of them docked at small wooden docks between the Coal Dock and Iroquois. These all slowly went out of business, the last one being the 48’Fairy Isle, which moored at the Arnold Dock until the mid 1960s. Their legacy was carried on by William “Cap” Shepler with his 30’ and 36’ wooden speedboats, Miss Margy and Billy Dick. They docked at the Welch/Straits Transit dock on the east end of town.

Home heating was also much different in the 1940s and 1950s. Nobody had electric heat. There were oil stoves and oil furnaces, coal stoves and coal furnaces, fireplaces and wood stoves. It was always nice walking around town on a winter evening and smelling wood smoke coming out of the chimneys. If you had a central oil or coal furnace, usually in the basement, chances are the rooms of the house each contained a radiator, filled with hot water and having a valve at the bottom and a steam release nozzle at the top. I recall my great aunt Ann and uncle Tom had large Jungers oil stoves in two rooms. These were about the size of a refrigerator and had a small glass door where you could see a glowing orange burner. Drays would deliver oil for furnaces carried in a four-wheeled tank wagon. Oil was then pumped by hose to the furnace. It was similar to gassing up your car.

If you burned coal, drays also delivered that, from the Coal Dock. There were two heaping piles of coal on the dock, one hard coal (anthracite) and one soft coal (bituminous). Soft coal chunks were about the size of a softball and burned in open stoves. Hard coal was just smaller than a golf ball, and burned in a furnace. The coal was shoveled down a coal chute into the basement (these could be seen all over town). Somebody in the household then had the job of “stoking” the coal furnace, shoveling coal into it, as you would on a steamer type ship. Later, waste product, “clinkers” had to be removed from the furnace when it was cool. I remember having clinker duty at our big two-story house at British Landing, 1966-67.

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