The ghost of Christmas past haunts me regularly as the calendar winds down from December 1 to the 25th. Like Ebenezer Scrooge in Dickens’ timeless classic, that ghost shows me happy times: family dinners, birthday cakes for Baby Jesus, toys, and a state of sustained chaos starting around 4 o’clock Christmas morning and lasting throughout … Continue reading The Ghosts of Christmas Past
Church history and ancestry journeys Downriver Detroit
Family history doesn’t always begin with a dramatic discovery. Sometimes it begins quietly — with a marriage record that names a priest but not a church, a census that lists neighbors before it lists occupations, or a familiar street name that appears again and again under different ward numbers. For me, that place of beginning … Continue reading Church history and ancestry journeys Downriver Detroit
Ancestral journey down the river uncovers new connections
Genealogy has a way of handing you a mystery and then—if you’re patient—quietly solving it for you. It also helps to have a subscription to Ancestry.com, where some mysteries are solved by the solid evidence of data and others by history itself. At first, this particular mystery was geographic. The families of both my parents … Continue reading Ancestral journey down the river uncovers new connections
A great-great-great-grandma’s unlikely life
Genealogy has taught me that when a woman’s name keeps changing in the records, it usually isn’t because she’s confusing — it’s because her life was hard. As I revisited my Lapham ancestors this winter, one woman kept resurfacing under different names: Deborah Davis. Deborah Stephens. Deborah Lapham. Even, briefly, Deborah Baker. Each name marked … Continue reading A great-great-great-grandma’s unlikely life
A Death on the Rails: Remembering my great-great grandfather
He was killed by a train in Springwells Township on an October afternoon in 1902. Charles B. Lapham, my great-great-grandfather, had spent the months before his death doing what many men of his generation tried to do late in life--settle things. He wanted to leave a legacy, help his children, and protect his wife. The … Continue reading A Death on the Rails: Remembering my great-great grandfather
Dutchess: Queen of the ‘heilan coos’
Nestled among the rolling hills near Banchory in Aberdeenshire, is a Highland cattle farm where the stars of the Scottish countryside graze—long-horned, shaggy-haired, and unmistakably charming. Inside the barn is Duchess, a Highland cow with a touch of celebrity. She’s graced calendars, appeared on cooking shows, and even turned up in documentaries, her photogenic fringe … Continue reading Dutchess: Queen of the ‘heilan coos’
Spread peace and compassion
"Exciting white smoke." That was the text I received the morning of May 8 as I walked into the parish offices of St. Elizabeth Church. It came from my friend Anne Kane, a fellow parishioner, and I knew immediately what it meant. We had a new pope. Parish secretary Stacey Knepper and I watched the … Continue reading Spread peace and compassion
Sr. Jeanne O’Laughlin, O.P. and her legacy of love
When Sister Jeanne O’Laughlin died in 2019 at the age of 90, the world was already starting to feel the rumblings of what has become a time of perpetual division, short tempers, and quick—sometimes nasty—judgments. It seems fitting, and more than a little necessary, to return to her voice now, because her message feels even … Continue reading Sr. Jeanne O’Laughlin, O.P. and her legacy of love
Looking for Stella
Their faces peer into a century-old camera, framed in the fashionable, wide-brimmed hats of the 1910s — unsmiling, as if they could see what the future held for them. These sisters were the eldest daughters of Noah and Phyllis Brisbois of Ecorse Township, now part of Lincoln Park. The young woman with "Vernie" scrawled across … Continue reading Looking for Stella
Across a great divide
I was always good at geography. I could fill in a blank map of Europe in sixth grade and spell “Czechoslovakia” without looking it up. Those elementary years were a time of global turmoil—reflected in the maps I memorized, divided into Western Europe and Eastern Europe. Western Europe was considered the “good” side: the United … Continue reading Across a great divide
Finding joy in a horse barn
My sister Catherine prefers to be called “Kate.” She is 63 years old and in the final stages of Friedreich’s ataxia, a rare and progressive neurological disease that has slowly taken almost everything from her body. She has been in a wheelchair for decades and is dependent on others to meet her most basic needs. … Continue reading Finding joy in a horse barn



