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Page 92 THE DAY THE TASHMOO DID NOT COME by Sterling Berry It's hard to believe that it has been fifty-six years this spring since the steamer Tashmoo came to grief on a moonlight excursion on the lower Detroit River, not only ending the thirty-five year career of what may have been the most popular excursion steamer of them all, but also ending regular service from Detroit upriver to the St. Clair River cities. To view this sinking from another perspective, I thought it might be interesting to chronicle the events immediately following as seen through the eyes of an eleven-year-old boy of that day. One reason for the great popularity of the Tashmoo was her real importance to so many of her passengers. To most who rode her, she represented a pleasant boat ride on a summer day's picnic. To the people at the lower end of the St. Clair River, however, she was far more essential; she was the connection between their isolated homes and the outside world. Today extending south from Harsen's Island, a paved highway leads all the way down across the Flats, right to the Old Club at the end, and all the homes and cottages other than the really remote places on the little islands out in the bay are easily accessible by car. That wasn't true back in the days of the Tashmoo. Then, all of the residences were on little islands of their own or clustered with a few other residences on White Star Line's TASHMOO filled, with passengers from Detroit, destined for the St. Clair River. Dossin Museum Coll.