Recovered Ice Skate

Ice Skate Begins the tale..... 

I posted a story earlier today. The beginning of the story came to me when I found an old Victorian-era ice skate while snorkeling yesterday.  I found it by a big rock in Lake Huron.  It was embedded in a few rocks and I had no idea what it was until it finally came loose.

I'm a romantic, and I immediately began to imagine a story to go with the old thing.  I don't normally tell people what I'm conjuring up as stories, but I often make them up just the same.

A few weeks ago my niece, Jenna and nephew, Brendan, went to the rocky shore with me.  They were up north from the city for a couple of weeks. We were looking down in the rocks and I found an old earring.  It was all rusted and bent.  I started a dramatic story with Jenna about how the girl who owned the earring died.  It started with the girl's boyfriend ripping her earring off and then killing her.   (That's why we only found one earring) As Jenna and I started finding other items we continued adding to our story.  Brendan was eventually supplying his story-pieces to the mystery after ridiculing us for being absurd earlier.

Before we left the shore I told them about the old car my brothers and I had found snorkeling down at the Firestone dock.  It finally got pulled out of the water in the 70s and there was a write-up in the The Republican News (the local St. Ignace paper at the time) about it.

Later that evening when several of us were eating whitefish dinner at Freddie's, Jenna dramatically added a piece to our story out of the blue.  She told us the girl's boyfriend put her dead body in the car and drove it into the Lake so no one would find her.  She endeared me to her forever! It made perfect sense.

I dedicate my creation, (linked to a rusty old ice skate), to Jenna.  She's a born story-teller and I hope she enjoys my story and continues to create her own stories.

Recovered Ice Skate