Put-in-Bay Garden Club Schedules Great Events

Garden Club Put in BayWednesday, July 6 – 11:00 am

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Luckey Road Lavender Farm Visit

Meet at Luckey Road Lavender Farm, 19587 Luckey Road, Pemberville, Ohio

At 11:00, participants will tour the lavender fields with the farm’s owner who will share her knowledge of planting, growing, harvesting, and drying lavender.  Following the tour, we may choose to harvest our own bouquets ($10 each) from among the 850 lavender plants in full bloom at the time.  Rain date:  July 28.  Contact Sheri Murphy for reservations at 419-348-0383.

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Thursday, July 14 @ 9:00 am -or- 10:00 am – PIBYC

Check in and enjoy the yacht club’s “Skipper Breakfast.”  Provide your own transportation around the island.  Visit eight beautiful island properties; viewing is from 10:00 am to 1:00 pm.  Contact Kathy Schrader at 440-773-5413 for reservations.

Ford Tri-Motor Returns to Put-in-Bay in August

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Ford Tri-Motor
Ford Tri-Motor on view at Put-in-Bay Airport

The Ford Tri-Motor aircraft returns to Put-in-Bay Airport (3W2) August 5-7, 2022.

Recall the energy, passion, and excitement of the Roaring ’20s by flying aboard the Ford Tri-Motor. Known as the first luxury airliner, the Ford Tri-Motor redefined world travel and marked the beginning of commercial flight.

Happy Father’s Day!

This year, for Father’s Day, Put-in-Bay Daily™ has the privilege of sharing a poem by Anne Parker.  Ms. Parker, life-long islander, celebrated her 93rd birthday in May.  She dedicates this poem to her father, Delbert A. McGinnis, who was born on November 22, 1887.

We join Ms. Parker in wishing all a meaningful Father’s Day!


    The Lunch Pail

No parent in those days embarrassed child or self.

The spoken words “I love you” were always left unsaid.

Food on table, home so warm were proof enough of that.


Daddy packed his lunch each early weekday morn.

Coffee thermos neatly tucked up in the lunch pail’s dome.


He came home tired at half past five.

Time for my daily rite! I opened up the pail

To find one sandwich – slightly dry

Still in waxed paper wrapped.

That buttered bread plus Mama’s homemade jam.

It was my bread from heaven, that panis of the gods.


“I thought of you this morning as I over packed my pail.”

My delight was his reward.


Eight decades passed. And now I know

He said with more than words:

“Small daughter, this is how I say

How very much ‘I Love You!'”