When my husband and I came her thirty-eight years ago, the nearest railroad station was at Corunna. On arriving there we went to a livery stable to get a conveyance to take us to Chesaning. We hired a horse and buggy on the condition that they were to be returned as soon as convenient. To one accustomed to a hilly country the low swampy places of Michigan were dismal indeed.
As we went “bumpity bump” over the logs I said to my husband, “This is the longest log bridge I ever saw. How much longer is it?” He said that the road from there to Chesaning was mostly like that and what is known as a “corderoy road.” After riding awhile, we would walk for a rest. We finally arrived at Chesaning and soon turned off the main road on to what is now known as the Peet road, then a narrow wood road so narrow and wet, a house could hardly wade through. I asked my husband what he was going in there for. He replied: “Our new home is in here, a mile or two ahead.” I was inclined to disbelieve him, but he declared that it was certainly true. I expected to live in the woods, but near a traveled road.
After awhile we came to a little clearing within which were two board houses, one a neighbor’s and the other our new home. Our only near neighbor and his two boys came to meet us and were very glad to see us…
MRS. DAVID PEET