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THETHE TMTM 911 Franklin Street WeeklyWeekly NewspaperNewspaper Michigan City, IN 46360 Volume 34, Number 42 Thursday, October 25, 2018 Happy HALLOWEEN2018 THE Page 2 October 25, 2018 THE 911 Franklin Street • Michigan City, IN 46360 219/879-0088 • FAX 219/879-8070 About the Cover e-mail: News/Articles - [email protected] email: Classifieds - [email protected] Did you like our Halloween cover featuring http://www.thebeacher.com/ Paul Kemiel’s photo of a recent “blood moon”? PRINTE ITH Published and Printed by William Halliar’s feature story on the nature T T A S A THE BEACHER BUSINESS PRINTERS of blood moons, and more photos by Paul, are inside this edition! Delivered weekly, free of charge to Birch Tree Farms, Duneland Beach, Grand Beach, Hidden Shores, Long Beach, Michiana Shores, Michiana MI and Shoreland Hills. The Beacher is also delivered to public places in Michigan City, New Buffalo, LaPorte and Sheridan Beach. The Maze Runners by Stephanie and Connie Kuzydym Editor’s note — Beacher Correspondent Connie Kuzydym and her daughter, Stephanie, have made corn mazes a fall tradition, so we invited both of them to write this article. The fi rst half is by Stephanie, the second by Connie. You know Tom Pet- represented home. ty’s song, “Mary Jane’s Since college, I’ve Last Dance?” lived in Oklahoma, Well, I’m going to Ohio and now Texas, change the words a bit. but fall is the season She grew up tall that almost always And she grew up brings me back home. right And inevitably, go- On those Indiana ing home means going farms back to those endless On them Indiana fi elds. nights. One of my earliest OK, I wasn’t com- memories is walking pletely raised on a through the pump- farm. I grew up on the kin patch at Coulter’s shores of Lake Michi- in Westville. I still gan in Long Beach be- remember tottering fore moving to a sub- through the rows of division in LaPorte pumpkins. The tops surrounded by corn of the stems came to and soybean fi elds. my waist, and I want- But the fi rst time I ed them all. I like the truly moved away from perfectly round ones, home and came back the warty-looking ones for the weekend, my and especially the ones mom and I were driv- with dirt still on them. ing through familiar Every year, my farmland. I stared out mom, dad, older sister, the window in silence, Megan, and I would taking it all in. At the spend what felt like time, I was living in hours searching for Washington, D.C., the perfect pumpkins, as part of an intern- taking all sorts of silly Connie Kuzydym looks over her map while stopped at ship and feeling over- one of the corn maze’s CORNundrums. photos before loading whelmed by the con- up the trunk with our crete jungles and city pace of life. fi nds. Then, we’d head home to decorate our house. “Are you alright?” my mom asked. Looking back, it wasn’t about buying pumpkins. It “Yeah,” I said. “I’m just enjoying that there’s noth- was about making memories. ing but corn for miles.” But then I turned 14. My dad passed away unex- I found peace in the endless rows of yellowed pectedly and my mom — bless her for her strength stalks. They were familiar and welcoming. They — made my sister and me a promise. My dad may THE October 25, 2018 Page 3 be gone, but we would honor him by still doing what we did as a family when he was alive. So, we kept going to Notre Dame football games and weekend tennis tournaments, and cutting down Christmas trees that were probably too tall for three women to handle...but dang it, we did it anyways. Even when my sister went away to col- lege, my mom and I kept going to Coulter’s. And instead of my dad being there, we invited my Aunt Kathy, my dad’s sister. We kept all our old traditions, but learned that in order to move forward, we’d have to make new ones 3703 W. 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Fenced yard and a 1-car garage. $289,000 Connie Kuzydym with her daughters, Megan (center) and Stephanie, and surrounded by corn. The new tradition began like most things in high school: by accident, and with me inviting a couple friends to join in the fun. We’d grab our maps from Coulter’s or Guse Christmas Trees — whatever pumpkin patch we intended to conquer. We made sure our pencils were sharp, and we’d race against my mom and aunt to see who could fi nd their way through the corn maze the quickest. Then, we’d play games like Duck Racing or empty our shoes after playing in a pit full of — what else? — corn kernels. Then, we’d take photos at the top of bales of hay, before getting so hungry we’d head for popcorn and hot cocoa. Then, I went to college a few hours south, in Bloomington. My sister was a senior at Indiana University while I was a freshman, so that year, we met my mom somewhere outside of Carmel and ex- plored the only corn maze I’ve ever been lost in (but like always, we eventually found our way out). Continued on 4 THE Page 4 October 25, 2018 that it’s only a little about the yummy food and Tur- The Maze Runners Continued from 3 key Trots and totally about what I should be thank- We went one year my sister was so sick, but we ful for in my life. But what I love the most about fall still managed to pick our perfect pumpkins, fi nd is pumpkin patches and corn mazes. our way through a kid’s corn maze and take our fall Just like “Anne of Green Gables,” I’m so glad I photo. live in a world where there are Octobers. Another year, I invited a Growing up, Octobers friend from college to drive meant football and fall- up to a corn maze outside scented candles, apple ci- of Avon, where my mom der and colorful leaves, and aunt met us. Others pumpkin spice lattes and years, I drove home for big cozy sweaters — al- my perfect fall weekend: though not so much on that a corn maze, picking out last one now that I live in pumpkins and gourds, a Houston, Texas, where Oc- trip to the shops in New tober still has high humid- Carlisle and a college foot- ity and mosquitoes. ball game with my mom. Regardless, almost ev- The locations may have ery year, I’ve managed to changed, but the feelings fi nd my way home to wan- of home, the connection to der through the corn with my family and the same my mother. Megan (left) and Stephanie, stopping by Coulter’s Except last year, when comfort of fi nding our way in Westville to check out the pumpkins. through the stalks, stayed Hurricane Harvey hit and the same. destroyed my offi ce, my best friend’s home and the In 2012, I graduated from IU and moved to Okla- belongings of thousands of Houstonians. There was homa to cover the Oklahoma Sooners as a journal- no October escape to fi elds of corn. Instead, I had ist. Covering a college football team was a dream, nightmares of fl ooding for months. So when this fall but I didn’t have any open weekends to come back to came around and my mom asked if I was coming Indiana. Even a bye weekend was full of reporting. home, I wasn’t going to allow any plans to get in the Instead, my mom fl ew to Norman, Okla. I was so way of us going through a corn maze. excited because we were going to have an Indiana After a decade of wandering through the stalks, girls weekend in Oklahoma, a state known more for we still had a fi rst. We went through the maze on its red dirt and endless fl at plains than anything opening day! that grows out of the ground. But, we weren’t going When I was in high school, I thought walking to let that stop us. through a fi eld was just a fun thing to do. But really, I researched local corn mazes and found that the it’s not about the turning left, then right, or the de- closest one was 90 minutes away. We drove past sign of this year’s maze. Sometimes, you don’t know Indian reservations and out into what felt like the the value of the corn you’re wandering through un- country.