by Bruce Ferguson One of the things I remember about Inverness was the times we spent on vacation there. Mom and Dad would farm out the five kids to various relatives so that we wouldn’t be such a burden to one family. John would stay with uncle Danny, Art would stay with uncle Roddie, Dave [...]
Characters • Ferguson, Anne Marie • Ferguson, Art • Ferguson, Bruce • Ferguson, Danny (Skel) • Ferguson, David • Ferguson, Hughie • Ferguson, John • Ferguson, Mattie • Ferguson, Roddie • Ferguson, Sadie • Macdonald, Billie • Macdonald, Greet • Stories • Storytellers • told by Bruce Ferguson | Dave Ferguson August 21, 2006 | 
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by David Ferguson I think it was the summer of 1966. I was sixteen, and as usual I was visiting Inverness with my family. “With my family” isn’t exactly right. Once we grew out of toddlerhood, when we went down home my parents would farm us out to different relatives. My brother John usually stayed [...]
Characters • Duffitt, Olive • Dunn, Patricia • Ferguson, Art • Ferguson, Danny (Skel) • Ferguson, David • Ferguson, John • Ferguson, Roddie • Kennedy, Dan • Macdonald, Billie • Stories • Storytellers • told by David Ferguson | Dave Ferguson May 2, 2006 | Comments (3)
by Greet Macdonald as told to David Ferguson When Dad left [Inverness], it was February of ’52. and he stayed for our anniversary, but I don’t know when after that he left, shortly after. We had a bad winter. We were snowed in; they had to shovel us out one time. I was there two [...]
by David Ferguson When my family first moved to Detroit in 1952, we lived in the lower half of a brick duplex at 13101 Cherrylawn, in northwest Detroit. Some time around fifth grade, I was learning the “proper format” for writing letters. My teacher insisted that we include “street” or “road” or “avenue” after the [...]
by Greet Macdonald as told to David Ferguson [I talked to my mother tonight and told her about Rose getting her own room when she was a baby. Mom pointed out that I did once have a room of my own. -- Dave] [It was] at Bertie’s house [on MacIsaac Street in Inverness], the one [...]
by John Ferguson When my grandfather, “Jack D”, was visiting our home in Detroit, Michigan one particular time, he was sitting in a chair reading the newspaper. He wore a hearing aid, which in those days entailed a little box that men put in their shirt pockets. This particular day, my brothers David and Art [...]
