
Sir, thank you. The Blue Whale was on my mind when this was written. I also gave thought to Uranus,…

Sir, thank you. The Blue Whale was on my mind when this was written. I also gave thought to Uranus,…
On authenticity and illusions in you post “The Route 66 Bicentennial: The past, present and future,” I think the Blue…
That is an excellent book! I am reading it now. Would like you to join me as a guest on…
Thank you for another interesting post with references to Jack Rittenhouse and his 1946 book, A Guide Book to Highway…
Route 66 is quite the adventure!
Jim, did you happen to have a second cousin (I think) named David Dwight Hinckley who lived mostly in Sturgis and Three Rivers? He’d have been born in 1931, and I believe he was the grandson of F.P. Hinckley’s younger brother, Burton Clark Hinckley, but I am not entirely sure about this. David Dwight is my paternal grandfather. I never met him & know nothing whatsoever about him except that he died about ten years ago. I have been trying to do some genealogical research, and coming across this post piqued my interest.
I too have been working to unravel the Hinckley story in southern Michigan. David sounds vaguely familiar. Fred Hinckley, my grandfather, was born in 1865, so I never met him. I have been chasing obscure links for decades. This might pique your interest. My interest in the Hinckley story was sparked in childhood. At my grandmother’s house on Hinckley Boulevard in Vandercook Lake, there was a picture of Fred and Henry Ford on the front porch. All my grandmother would say was that Henry and Ford worked on projects together. My dad never talked about his father at all, until shortly before he died. And then he mentioned remembering Henry Ford at the house for dinner once or twice, and meeting him in Detroit on a trip with his father.
I too have been working to unravel the Hinckley story in southern Michigan. David sounds vaguely familiar. Fred Hinckley, my grandfather, was born in 1865, so I never met him. I have been chasing obscure links for decades. This might pique your interest. My interest in the Hinckley story was sparked in childhood. At my grandmother’s house on Hinckley Boulevard in Vandercook Lake, there was a picture of Fred and Henry Ford on the front porch. All my grandmother would say was that Henry and Ford worked on projects together. My dad never talked about his father at all, until shortly before he died. And then he mentioned remembering Henry Ford at the house for dinner once or twice, and meeting him in Detroit on a trip with his father.
Thank you. Shared adventures are the best adventures.