Related by Marriage: Anticipation

New Buffalo, Michigan, about 1974. Mr. Irene's Dad is ready for the beach.

Sunday Afternoon at the Beach

Union Pier, Michigan, August 1968. I enjoy a last summer weekend before the pre-school butterflies set in.

Related by Marriage: Photobombed

Union Pier, Michigan, August 1959. Mr. Irene makes his first trip to Union Pier.

Related by Marriage: The menfolk relax.

Union Pier, Michigan, Summer 1961. Mr. Irene, his Dad, and his maternal Grandfather, Stanley, relax at Union Pier. The family often enjoyed a weekend getaway to that familiar spot.

Related by Marriage: We still wear babushkas.

Union Pier, Indiana, Summer 1961. Although it's really hot, Mr. Irene's maternal Grandmother, Anna, and Anna's sister, Petra, wear babushkas. Mr. Irene's maternal Grandfather, Stanley, and Mr. Irene's Dad sit behind little Mr. Irene.

Related by Marriage: Cool off with a cold one.

Union Pier, Michigan, Summer 1961. Wally, the husband of Mr. Irene's maternal Aunt Martha, cools off in his swim trunks while he and Mr. Irene's Dad enjoy refreshing beers.

Union Pier

Union Pier, Michigan is a short drive from Chicago. Its sandy dunes attracted Chicagoans for many summers. The area underwent a slump in the late 1950s. Beginning in the 1960s, Lithuanian DPs played an important role in the area's revival.

Lithuanians living in Chicago found the Union Pier beaches resembled the white sands of Palanga. The dunes reminded the DPs of better times back in the homeland. Union Pier was to Lithuanian immigrants what the Catskills were to Jewish immigrants.

My Parents had friends who owned cottages—or multiple complexes of cottages—in Union Pier. These were small, unpretentious places; some did not have indoor plumbing. Nonetheless, it was a thrill to visit a cottage, change into a swimsuit, and be in the waters of Lake Michigan. Mr. Irene remembers staying at a Lithuanian resort at Union Pier. Guests at the resort ate family-style meals of Koldūnai, Cabbage Rolls, Kugelis, Cepelinai, and Zrazai. There was a bakery to which visitors could walk on weekend mornings to buy hot, fresh bacon buns. Mr. Irene also recalls that on Sundays, his Dad took him to a corner shop to buy a comic book.

My Parents favored Wisconsin over Union Pier. A couple of factors played into that preference. First, Dad did not like driving through Gary, Indiana. The pollution generated by the steel mills in northeastern Indiana was horrific, and in the pre-air-conditioned car days, the trip could be miserable. Dad wanted the drive to be as pleasant as the destination. Second, I suspect Dad rejected Union Pier for the same reasons he vetoed living in Marquette Park. He found Union Pier heavy with "DP camp culture." Dad was something of a loner, and he shunned situations in which group think prevailed.

Today, Union Pier, like many Lake Michigan shore towns, has been gentrified. It nonetheless retains strong Lithuanian ties. One of the best Midwestern Lithuanian food market is in Union Pier, and Lithuanian artists often exhibit their work in Union Pier. The town still has a number of lovely Lithuanian resorts.

I remember good times in Union Pier.

Union Pier, Michigan, August 1962. I am in the foreground, on the far left, with a friend. You get a sense from this shot of how close the cottages were to the dunes.

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Union Pier, Michigan, August 1962. I enjoyed Lake Michigan because it seemed like an ocean.

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Union Pier, Michigan, August 1962. My friend and I collect beach treasures.

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Union Pier, Michigan, August 1962. I've had enough of the water.

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Union Pier, Michigan, August 1964. It's time to enjoy the sand.

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Union Pier, Michigan, August 1962. My Mom keeps a close eye on everyone.