When i was a child growing up in the 1970s in Grand Haven, Mich there was a beautiful, mammoth tree guarded, old highway that stretched along the lakeshore leading to Holland a town we visited often.

I remember Loving that drive, but there was one spot that intrigued and scared me a bit.  A little grave in a tiny nook to the east of the lakeshore highway.  There was a large tree and space encircled by a small, poorly kept, wire fence hardly protecting it where odd fade fake flowers and whatnot hung.  I wondered who the person was who resided under the little grave's space.

My parents told us it was the grave of a little Native Indian girl. Passing that spot is etched in my youthful wonderings.  I wondered how she died, what games she played, if she would play with me if she returned from her leaf piled grave.  I felt that she deserved respect for being left there alongside the road.   

When my twin sis and i visited the area recently the once peaceful old lakeshore highway is crowded with huge homes, the dominate territorial trees are just clustered in sections.  Nothing looks the same and we searched for the little grave in vain even asking a golf cart driving teen who had no idea about the little grave by the side of the road. 

Some day i will go to the library in Grand Haven when i get a chance and see if i can find anything about that little girl i focused on so keenly when i was young.

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If there is anyone who knows anymore about the roadside grave in Grand Haven, Mich please let me know. TY.  

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