12-14-2017 Tri-City Area History Page

Administration building at Camp Warren in Coloma

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From the photo collection at the North Berrien Historical Museum

300 Coloma Avenue, Coloma

The Paw Paw River Journal


Nostalgia ain’t what it used to be

 That’s what Yogi Berra, the famous baseball player, said.  And I believe it to be true… partially.  I know that some younger readers (if they’re out there) may think I’m just being an old curmudgeon. Can’t help it. Some young people don’t seem to care about the past.  Well… when I was young, there was a time that I thought history and nostalgia were a drag.  But I soon grew out of that.  Now that period of youth seems to be prolonged.  Peter Pan syndrome?

Perhaps we contributed to it… “Why don’t you just grow up?”  “Don’t be so childish!”  Did you ever say that to any struggling early teenager?  All those years we’ve been seeing youngsters trying to be cool.  Don’t let it show!  Be more like grown-ups.  And they couldn’t wait to take on the trappings (and privileges) of adulthood.

And some people seem to have forgotten that old saying, “The farther the monkey climbs up the flagpole, the more he shows of his behind!”  People are showing more than they should on the internet… going to Facebook, Twitter, sexting, texting, etc., whatever is on their minds.  And this reaches up into high places.  I’m really not comfortable with our president when he wakes up in the morning and posts on Twitter what he is thinking about!   And some members of our legislature (both House and Senate) do the same thing.  As do many, many ordinary people.

On the other hand, I don’t entirely agree with Yogi! Good manners and dignity have not entirely died out.  We still see it in our personal lives.  One of our friends is a former student from my early teaching days. She was a darling girl, and still most attractive.  Although I have tried and tried to get her to change, when she corresponds with us, she always addresses us as “Mr. Davis and Marion!”   I don’t really mind, and it just shows that she had “some proper fetching up!”

The Chief Accountant and I spent a lot of years in the university town of Ann Arbor.  I’ll admit over there they sometimes take themselves too seriously.  When we moved back here, I wanted to shed those clothes and get back to being a hometown boy.  I was now at the point I wanted to be called Bud like when I was a kid!  This is where I was born, and in addition to that, I was now writing a newspaper column with a local slant.  And I wanted people here to talk to me about hometown life!  How much easier it was for people to talk to a kid from Hartford!

I think it worked.  One day Marion’s aunt and uncle came up from Indiana to visit us.  They didn’t know where we lived exactly, so he asked a local business man.  The guy scratched his head a moment, then said, “I don’t know any Roy M. Davis… but there is a guy named Bud who lives just a few blocks from here!”

Well, after that they found us.  I’d gotten to know the guy they asked; and I have one other little story about him… he was running for a local office, and we always kept our voting presence here, no matter where we lived.  Just as we always kept our original home in Hartford.  And we met the guy after all the election hoopla.  Visiting Hartford on a weekend we came into a local restaurant and saw him.  So we were visiting.  I congratulated him on his successful run for office, and he said, “Well, I hope you voted for me!”