Community Events

Y-101 Community Calendar can be found here

The Y-101/TV6 Ontonagon County Canathon is going on now through December 4th .  Drop off locations include:

Rockland Depot General Store – Rockland
Merritt’s Travel Center  – Mass City
St. Paul’s Lutheran Church – Mass City
Settler’s Co-Op – Bruce Crossing
Settlers Federal Credit Union – Bruce Crossing
Gogebic Range Bank– Ewen
Konteka – White Pine
St. Vincent De Paul – Ontonagon
Citizen’s State Bank – Ontonagon
Miner’s State  Bank – Ontonagon
Y-101 Studios – Ontonagon

Carp Lake Township Library – White Pine
Ontonagon Township Library – Ontonagon – And, as in previous years, you can donate food to the Canathon to have late fees up to $10 erased from your library account!

The Ontonagon Area School and the Ewen-Trout Creek School will also be collecting and participating in this year’s canathon.

The Ewen-Trout Creek school will have a TV6 Canathon challenge between classes, elementary-high school.  The class who brings the most pounds, will be treated to an ice cream treat.  The E-TC Teen Asset Group will pick up the items from Settlers Federal Credit Union, Settler’s Co-op and the Gogebic Range Bank on December 11th and the school on December 12th, sorting them and bringing them to the food pantry on the Southend of Ontonagon County. The food pantry is at the First Lutheran Church in Ewen.  The pantry is open the first Tuesday of every month from 2-4 p.m.

Non-perishable food items collected in White Pine will go to the food pantry at the White Pine United Methodist Church and items collected in Mass City, Rockland and Ontonagon will go to St. Vincent De Paul’s Food pantry.

The St. Vincent de Paul Ontonagon County Emergency Food Pantry, appreciates the donations collected from the canathon.  This year the pantry is requesting these donations:  jelly, canned meat such as spam, chicken and ham, tuna pancake mix and syrup, mac and cheese and other boxed meals, soups, juices, canned fruit, condiments and spices.  All other donations are also welcome.  Please remember the food pantries can NOT take expired food.

Drop off a bag of non-parishable food items to the Y-101 studio (622 River Street, Ontonagon) during regular business hours, thru December 4th and  register for one of the 12 gifts of Christmas that we’ll give away on December 17th on the Jan Tucker Show.  All prizes, as always, valued under one million dollars…..




Please see Y-101’s community calendar page

 Long ago and far away, in a land that time forgot,
Before the days of Dylan , or the dawn of Camelot.
There lived a race of innocents, and they were you and me,

For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,
Where navels were for oranges, and Peyton Place was porn.

We longed for love and romance, and waited for our Prince,
Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one’s seen him since.

We danced to ‘Little Darlin,’ and sang to ‘Stagger Lee’
And cried for Buddy Holly in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Only girls wore earrings then, and 3 was one too many,
And only boys wore flat-top cuts, except for Jean McKinney.

And only in our wildest dreams did we expect to see
A boy named George with Lipstick, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice,
And when they made a movie, they never made it twice..

We didn’t have a Star Trek Five, or Psycho Two and Three,
Or Rocky-Rambo Twenty in the Land That Made Me, Me.

Miss Kitty had a heart of gold, and Chester had a limp,
And Reagan was a Democrat whose co-star was a chimp.

We had a Mr. Wizard, but not a Mr. T,
And Oprah couldn’t talk yet, in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had our share of heroes, we never thought they’d go,
At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe.
For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be,
And Elvis was forever in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We’d never seen the rock band that was Grateful to be Dead,
And Airplanes weren’t named Jefferson , and Zeppelins were not Led.

And Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees,
Madonna was Mary in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We’d never heard of microwaves, or telephones in cars,
And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars.

And pumping iron got wrinkles out, and ‘gay’ meant fancy-free,
And dorms were never co-Ed in the Land That Made Me, Me.

We hadn’t seen enough of jets to talk about the lag,
And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag.

And hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea,
And rocket ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me, Me.

T-Birds came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks,
And bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks.

And Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below the knee,
And Castro came to power near the Land That Made Me, Me.

We had no Crest with Fluoride, we had no Hill Street Blues,
We had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea
Or prime-time ads for those dysfunctions in the Land That Made Me, Me.

There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill,
And fish were not called Wanda, and cats were not called Bill

And middle-aged was 35 and old was forty-three,
And ancient were our parents in the Land That Made Me, Me.

But all things have a season, or so we’ve heard them say,
And now instead of Maybelline we swear by Retin-A.
They send us invitations to join AARP,
We’ve come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me, Me.

So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans,
And wonder why they’re using smaller print in magazines.
And we tell our children’s children of the way it used to be,
Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me,