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A Walk to the Post Office

Friday, September 20th, 2013
Store and Post Office 2006

Oysterville Store and Post Office, 2006

Most mornings we review our plans for the day over coffee – where and what our meals will be, what appointments we have, what projects we’ll work on.  We also decide whether or not we’ll walk to get our mail, assuming we’ll be in town and that the weather is fairly cooperative.

It’s less than half a mile from our house to the Oysterville Post Office and, even if we make it an easy stroll, it only should only take ten or fifteen minutes.  If we hurry, we can make it there and back with our mail and maybe a bag of chips from the store in twenty.  Having said that, though, it usually takes forty-five minutes to an hour, depending upon the number of “Oysterville Meetings” along the way.

Another Oysterville Meeting

Another Oysterville Meeting

Day before yesterday we left the house at 9:30 and got back at 11:30.  Two hours!  The day was beautiful and everyone in the world seemed to be out and about.  Right off the bat we ran into Tucker at the corner of Territory Road and School Street.  We talked to him about progress on his house – the sheet rocking is done and the tapers are there.  He’s arranging for the next step which is the siding.

While we were still talking, Cyndy came along in her car, headed back to her temporary home after checking on building progress on her new place.  We spent a few minutes talking about the Willapa Bay Artist in Residence pilot program which is in progress right now, and about the Open House they will be having Saturday afternoon.

We had scarcely rounded the corner onto Oysterville Road before a van approached us and Nyel said, “It’s the cousins!”  Sure enough, it was the Ross Family – Ken, the Cape D. Park Ranger, his wife Marijka, their three kids, Max, Madison and Mason, and Marijka’s folks.  We did a short “how’s it going” visit while cars went around us, and we learned that they are completely moved in now and that Ken is no longer the newest kid on the block, job-wise.

Post Office Boxes

Oysterville Post Office

From that point we had no further encounters until we were leaving the Post Office.  Charlie Talbott was there and asked on behalf of his dad how one goes about making a donation to the Oysterville Cemetery.  We talked for quite a bit about our little cemetery, why his folks chose it for their final resting place, and what each of us might or might not do when the time comes.  It’s an unusual way to get to know someone, but I did feel like I was better acquainted with Charlie as we said, “See you later.”

The walk homeward was uneventful until just in front of the Stoner house when a car approached, slowed down, and an attractive woman passenger said, “Hi, Sydney!”  It turned out to be Karen Garrett who used to live in the area but was visiting from Hawaii.  I’d never have recognized her (Face Blindness again!) but we had a short catch-up visit, especially regarding a neighbor who has recently been diagnosed with cancer.

It was only a hop homeward then, but as we approached the last little way we saw Tucker again, this time with his wife, Carol.   So, of course, we had to spend a few minutes for the last ‘meeting’ of the morning! Hard to believe that by then it was almost lunchtime!

“A one-legged Indian sawed out a tune…”

Saturday, July 13th, 2013

Brian O'ConnorLast night we got to talking about unforgettable “music experiences” we have had – times when we’ve just happened to be in a place where people spontaneously gathered and began to play or sing.  For me, it was at a little roadside café on the way to Yosemite back in the 1960s.

They were open for breakfast and lunch only, and we were among their last customers of the day.  About halfway through our meal, we noticed that the waitress had quit clearing tables and had brought her fiddle from somewhere behind the counter.  Then a guy at the corner table opened his guitar case and a few folks drifted in through the back door bringing their instruments… and suddenly we were surrounded by glorious, spontaneous music.

Greg talked about a similar experience.  “I had never been in Appalachia,” he said, “but that’s what it felt like.”  I knew exactly what he meant – probably a stereotype, but a really great one to my way of thinking.  For each of us, miles and years apart, it was a time that left a deep impression.  (Which reminds me, I forgot to mention the movie “The Songcatcher” to him…)

Then Greg shared his dream that the garage attached to the Oysterville Store might become some sort of a music venue eventually.  “I could lock up the store, open the garage doors, and people could just come on in…  It’s a great space.  Beautiful wooden floors.  It would be a perfect place for spontaneous musical gatherings…”

Then he asked the five dollar question (at least in my mind.)  “Did those sorts of music sessions ever happen here in Oysterville that you remember?  Or that you’ve heard of?  Is there a musical tradition here?”  Hmmm.  All I remember from my childhood was the envy I felt because my friends had to practice the piano!  I SO wanted to take lessons but that never happened.

Nyel remembered that mom’s friend Edith Olson talked about William Fisher who played the violin.  “He didn’t sing,” she would say.  “But, oh he was good.”  She said her favorite tune was “Hair in the Beans.”  That was pretty much before my time, though.  William Fisher has been in the cemetery since 1942.

Hootenanny Program My Great Aunt Dora remembered “a one-legged Indian who sawed out a tune on his fiddle” for the dances in the hall above the saloon when she was a little girl.  That was even longer ago – back in the 1880s. Not that she ever got to go, mind you.  But sometimes she would go with her father (who owned the building) to get things ready beforehand.   She never said whether or not they told her mother that they lingered to hear the music.

I don’t know if ‘Greg’s Garage Fantasy’ will come to fruition or not.  I hope so!  On another note (ahem!), tomorrow’s Vesper service at the church is going to be a hootenanny!  Not exactly spontaneous, but certainly unrehearsed, singing-wise.  I don’t know if Oysterville ever saw hootenannies back in the day, but it’s our former postmaster Casey Killingsworth and Family who are putting it all together for tomorrow – so the Oysterville connection is strong, indeed.  It’s sure to be another music experience to remember.

Visiting beyond the Porch

Friday, February 22nd, 2013

Greg's HouseJPGYesterday morning I went calling on our new neighbor Greg Rogers.  I had an appointment to interview him for a Chinook Observer article on his plans for the Oysterville Store.  We met at his house – the place we all call the Bert and Minnie Andrews House.

No one is completely sure when or where the house was built.  According to Bud Goulter, who seems to always know about these things, the house was once situated on Andrews property across from the John Crellin house, now often called “the bottle house.”  In the early 1900s Tom Andrews owned the Crellin house and the large Andrews family owned much of the property across the street.  Bert was Tom’s nephew.

Bert Andrews HouseAlso, according to Bud, the building was moved to its current location in 1907, although Bert and Minnie didn’t move into it until 1919.  All that is a little murky in the Facts Department.  Although Bert and Minnie and their five children are listed in the Oysterville Census of 1920, they are not listed in the 1910 census.  So perhaps they were not the owners of the house in 1907?

On the other hand, though they came from California, their four youngest children (the oldest of whom was 12 in 1920) were born in Washington.  So, if Oysterville was their birthplace, the family could have been here in 1907 or 1908.  Why they would move the house to a new location but not move there, themselves, is a bit of a puzzle.

Bert and Minnie Andrews(An aside – Tom Andrews’ brother, Sam, was the Oysterville postmaster from July 23, 1895 until his brother Tom replaced him on May 4, 1901.  In 1913, Sam took over again and then in July 1918 their niece-in-law, Minnie Andrews, became postmistress.  According to Charlotte Jacobs, an Andrews descendent, the issue was probably not one of nepotism but more a question of who could be talked into taking on the job. A case in point is when Tom Andrews was eager to move away from the peninsula.  Taking his postal responsibilities seriously, he felt he could not leave Oysterville before finding a replacement postmaster and talked brother Sam into serving a second time.  It apparently took Sam another five years to talk Minnie into taking her turn.  By the time Minnie retired on July 1, 1945, the Andrews family had collected and distributed mail for the residents of Oysterville for fifty years less twenty-one days.  An admirable record!)

Nevertheless, everyone seems to agree that Bert and Minnie moved into the house now owned by Greg at the same time that they built the store and post office.  In the earliest pictures of the house, it looks much the same as now – not many changes to the outside.  The inside, though is a different story.

Greg has been busy removing carpeting and old linoleum, tearing out non-original partitions and gradually getting down to the bones of the buildings.  There have been numbers of owners since the Andrews – The Wrights, the Stahlkes, the Munseys, the Smiths and maybe some I’ve forgotten.  Each family apparently put their particular stamp on the original.

Interestingly, there are few Oysterville residents who remember being inside the house since back in the 1950s or ‘60s.  I don’t think I was ever actually inside, even as a child – only on the big front porch back when the Wrights were the owners.  They had a player piano that they kept there and I remember how much fun it was to watch the keys go up and down as it played “Glow Little Glow Worm” and we sang along for all we were worth – a forerunner to today’s karaoke?

Greg and I did talk about his plans for the store which was, after all, our original intent.  We even went next door so I could take a look.  But I think I’ll have to do a follow-up interview if for no other reason than to see more of the inside of the house.  Such a treat after all these years of wondering what was beyond the porch!

Glad Tidings by Special Delivery

Thursday, October 18th, 2012

There weren’t many folks at the church last evening to hear the latest news from the United States Post Office.  Not like last time when the pews were full-to-overflowing.  Of course, this time the news was good and the poor attendance seemed to underscore our peculiar human tendency to gravitate to the negative.

I couldn’t help thinking that the messenger of glad tidings, David Boos from the Postal Service’s district headquarters in Portland, was probably familiar with low church attendance.  The last time he was here, he had shared with me that he is also a Baptist minister.  It’s not news that most churches are suffering from diminishing congregations and that Good News (capital G, capital N) is what churches are all about.

But last night’s message was secular in nature.  We were officially told that our little historic Oysterville Post Office will stay open!  The hours will be limited to four-a-day during the week and stay the same (2 hours) on Saturdays.

And, though last night’s attendance didn’t bear it out, Mr. Boos told us, of all the Post Offices in his district threatened with closure, Oysterville’s had shown the greatest support from its patrons.  This conclusion he based on the percentage of returned survey forms, sent to us about a month ago and asking which configuration we would like in the future.

Eighty-eight percent of us who responded chose keeping our post office where it is with a “realignment of hours.”   Two percent chose “delivery option.”  One percent chose “village post office” option.   Nine percent did not choose among any of the options presented, and no one at all chose the “nearby post office option.”

I found it interesting that most of those who spoke at the meeting were still looking at the most negative scenario possible.  Their questions were all about what would happen “in the future” if ‘they’ decided to close the post office again.  There were also those who worried about lobby access, even though Mr. Boos explained that the postal authorities had determined that the hours of access to postal boxes would stay as they are now.

“But what if I’m coming home from a trip at ten o’clock at night and want to stop by to get my mail?” a man asked.  At that point, one of my neighbors exited the meeting with an under-the-breath comment, “Maybe you could wait until the next morning?”  I wasn’t far behind.

In my book, David Boos gets the highest marks possible for patience, clarity, positive responses to stupid questions and even more patience.  (And if you are one of those who buy into “There are no stupid questions,” you weren’t at that meeting last night!)  And, I realized after all was said and done, none of us thanked him for coming to deliver the good news in person.  Belatedly, then, many thanks, Mr. Boos!  In spite of our rather self-centered attitudes, we appreciate your time and effort.  And your patience!

Bottom Line: Oysterville, WA 98641 continues alive and well!  Hallelujah!  Raise the flag!

Making Memories in Oysterville

Sunday, August 5th, 2012

  The thermometer on our shady porch read a record-breaking 98º and the breeze was but an intermittent zephyr.  Still, it wasn’t the weather yesterday that was the main focus of folks with Oysterville Zip Code 98641.  The subject – or actually, subjects – under discussion revolved around our long-time postmaster and her storekeeper husband, Jean and John Smith.

Activity started early in the morning.  People came with tents and tables, with chairs and umbrellas, with tablecloths and bags of ice.  People schlepped and hauled and miraculously transformed the backyard into a gala party venue and, by noon, when the festivities were set to begin, there was a parade of food-bearing celebrants.

And what food it was!  Our houseguests from Seattle said they had never seen such potluck fare!  Oysterville potlucks are always outstanding, but people outdid themselves for this one.  There were salads of every variety – potato, pasta, fruit, tossed green, caprese.  There was a rice and shrimp casserole.  There were breads and muffins and cinnamon rolls and cookies.  There were pies and cakes and every manner of soft drinks and wines and beers.

People said there were more than a hundred celebrants here during the course of the day, though no one thought to do a head count.  We were all too busy visiting and wishing our guests of honor well.  Jean had arrived in a fancy party hat and we had a crown ready for John.  He took it off for some of the photos, but mostly wore it on top of his floppy sunhat which was a great look and definitely a new fashion statement.

The Honorary Oysterville Militia members gathered at the height of festivities and fired the cannon in Jean and John’s honor.  The cannon has been known to misfire on the first try, but not yesterday.  The bang was loud enough to notify anyone within zip code range, and probably beyond, that there was a party going on!  It was certainly a day to remember!

on the disappearance of Oysterville…

Tuesday, May 8th, 2012

     We finally put out our hummingbird feeder on Saturday.  Not that we have seen any hummingbirds here in Oysterville yet this season.  But our friends Les and Kaye in Seaview say that they have so many vying for a chance at their feeder, they are going through a quart of sugar-water a day.  Kathleen and Frank who live just two miles south of us say that the feisty little birds are putting on quite a show at their feeders, too.
     But not here in Oysterville.  It’s not the first time I’ve wondered if Oysterville is beginning to disappear Brigadoon-like into the mists of Shoalwater Bay.  Perhaps the hummingbirds are the first to notice – or not notice, as the case may be.  Sort of like the canaries in the coal mine only backwards.
     Certainly, our population is disappearing.  Within the last year, four houses have sold or have sales-pending.in our little National Historic District.  The ultimate result will be the loss of two part-time and five full-time residents and the gain of one almost full-time resident (three weeks out of four here) and five part-time residents.  We are excited for all the people involved.  The changes are milestones they have looked forward to.  Plus, we are always pleased to welcome new neighbors, no matter how frequently we see them.
     I suppose we are – and probably have been for some time – a really-truly ghost town.  About what constitutes a ghost town, Wikipedia says:
     A ghost town is an abandoned village, town or city.  A town often becomes a ghost town because the economic activity that supported it has failed, or due to natural or human-caused disasters such as floods, government actions, uncontrolled lawlessness, war, or nuclear disasters. The term is sometimes used to refer to cities, towns, and neighborhoods which are still populated, but significantly less so than in years past.
     We definitely qualify on the last point – significantly less population.  A hundred years ago there were more than 160 Oysterville residents;  now only a fourth that.   And, the jury’s out (so to speak) on whether or not the economic activity that supported us has failed due to “government actions.”  The County is still messing with Oysterville Sea Farms and the U.S. Congress seems to be giving our Post Office only a year’s reprieve.  Besides, the majority of the population are retired, so the economic picture is totally skewed.  Oysterville hasn’t been a blue collar, working class town for more than half a century.
     We haven’t even seen the deer people in town lately.  Of course, I must admit that we discourage their coming into our yard.  But, without deer and hummingbirds and people, I feel like we are, indeed evaporating.  Thank goodness for the swallows!  They are everywhere — even in Oysterville.

The Morning Mail

Saturday, April 28th, 2012

     The morning mail in this household was always a big event in my childhood.  My grandfather would go to the post office sometime in mid-morning and he and my grandmother (and any of the other family members who happened to be here) would gather around the woodstove to hear ‘the news.’
     My grandmother had lost her sight by then, so Papa always read the correspondence aloud.  It was the highlight of the day and usually provided conversation topics right through the dinner hour.  Family members were scattered all over the United States and there always seemed to be a letter or two that was just plain-old friendly correspondence – not business related, not advertising  The term “junk mail” hadn’t been invented yet.  Neither had “spam – at least not to do with the mail.
     Of course, there was usually some mail other than letters from friends and family.  I remember that my grandfather opened and read all the advertisements, too – and he and my grandmother actually talked about them and thought them over.  It was one more way of keeping apprised of the greater world here in isolated Oysterville.  But there weren’t so many of them as now.  And, as I remember, they were targeted more specifically at my grandfather’s business interests – not just a generic information blitz.
     We still get morning mail but it has changed character considerably.  Friendly correspondence is frequent but comes in the form of emails or as facebook messages.  Unfortunately, so do advertisements.  Most of those I just delete without even opening them. I mentally file them under the heading, Information Overload.  Of course, we go to the post office each day, as well, but if there is ‘friendly correspondence’ in our mailbox, we consider it a Red Letter Day.  It just doesn’t happen very often.
     At some point during the day, we do get together to open (or simply toss) the snailmail.  Mostly what we get are bills. and they are seldom topics for pleasant dinnertime conversation.  If we can remember our email or other online messages, we talk about those, too.  I guess the operable words here are “if we remember.”  In some ways, communication (at least within the household) was simpler in the days of my grandparents.  A letter in hand was certainly more likely to be discussed and remembered than is a message from cyberspace.  Or, at least that is my current excuse…

Told you so! Told you so! Told you so!

Sunday, January 8th, 2012

Oysterville Post Boxes

     It’s always nice to get confirmation that you are right.  Even when you were totally confident of your facts in the first place, learning that some authority figure agrees with you makes for a satisfying feeling – especially when that affirmation is made publicly.  So it was with great delight that I read this headline in a recent OregonianU.S. Postal Service: Panel finds flaws in closure process.
     Here in Oysterville there has never been a question that the process has been flawed.  We’ve known that since way back in October when we first received copies of the report recommending closure of our little post office.  For starters, it was suggested that we could go to Bay Center, 6.7 miles across Willapa Bay, to get our mail.  Furthermore, the report stated that there was no historic significance to our post office which, of course, includes service to the Oysterville National Historic District and is one of the oldest post offices in the state.
     There were many other errors of fact and logic in the report.  We Oysterville postal patrons crowded into the church for a meeting with the Post Office District Manager from Portland and told him of our concerns.  He remained neutral throughout the evening but every complaint was noted.
     Similar meetings were held throughout the United States and, presumably, the patrons from all 3,654 post offices that are scheduled for possible closing registered their concerns just as we did.  Whether or not the data gathered at these meetings has been taken into consideration yet is unclear.  However, as a next step in the closure process, postal officials were required by law to ask for a formal opinion by the Postal Regulatory Commission on the closure plan.
     As reported in the OregonianThe U.S. Postal Service relied on questionable data to identify more than 3,600 post offices and other retail operations to study for closure…  In many cases the selection process ignored whether an alternate post office was nearby and which closures would reduce costs the most, and it lacked sufficient data and analysis to make the best decisions, the Postal Regulatory Commission said,  “We certainly challenge their methodology…”
     Unfortunately, the opinion of the regulators is not binding but, it carries weight with Congress, which has questioned whether so many closures are necessary…  Meanwhile, the Postal Service agreed last month to delay the proposed closures until spring in the hope that pending legislation will help shore up their finances…
     While we all wait, I wonder if “they” can hear the chorus from Oysterville: “We told you so!  We told you so!  We told you so!”

Of chopped liver and sugarplums…

Friday, December 2nd, 2011

Junk Mail from the USPS

     A few days ago we received in our P.O. Box 2, Oysterville, Washington 98641 mailbox, a spiffy mailer from the United States Postal Service saying “Don’t go to the Post Office.”  Enclosed in this eye-catching red, white, and blue container was a CD urging us to buy our stamps online at wwwstampsdotcom.
     I haven’t checked with the other postal patrons but I suspect that this was a bulk mailing that went to all of us box holders in Oysterville.  For all I know these slick (and no doubt spendy) little marketing mailers went to every box holder in the country.  Nyel says we’ve received them before and he, considering them to be junk mail, has tossed them out.
     Out of curiosity, I inserted the CD into my computer to see what it was all about.  Wouldn’t you know, I immediately got one of those “This program cannot display the webpage” messages.  It gave me the “Most likely causes,” none of which applied, and told me “What you can try,” none of which worked.
     So, I went directly to the stamps.com website and found that for $15.99 a month, I can register to do all sorts of wonderful postal stuff from the comfort of my own home.  No need to go to the post office at all, it seems.  Oh, yes, except to get our mail.  And maybe to mail something as well.
     At that point, I turned off my computer and marched up to the Post Office to buy stamps for my Christmas cards.  Online  buying  indeed!!  Here we are in the midst of trying to save our historic Post Office from threatened closure – closure, I might add that is based largely on bottom line figures that show too little revenue – and we are being actively discouraged from giving it our patronage!
     Obviously, it’s one of those right-hand-doesn’t-know situations.  In the vast corporate world of the United States Postal Service, bulk mailings are bulk mailings.  There is probably no thought of separating out certain items for the sake of sensibilities.  All those clichés like “adding insult to injury” and “rubbing salt into the wound” and “what are we chopped liver?” are the sugarplums that dance through my head as December 14th, The Day of Closure Decision, marches ever closer.
     Even worse is the realization that “the handwriting is on the wall” and “it’s probably a done deal.”  Not only is the U.S.P.S. “gearing up for the inevitable,” it is setting us up to become the biggest “part of the problem.”  It seems that at least one familiar and once reassuring cliché will soon be history – “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”  Humph!

Turning a corner in Oysterville?

Thursday, October 27th, 2011

Wednesday Lunch Stop

     Yesterday, Oysterville’s Boil Water Advisory was lifted by the State Department of Health and two representatives of Congresswoman Jaime Herrera Beutler’s office toured the Oysterville postal district – all in one unrelated swoop, so to speak.  Things might be looking up in Oysterville.  At least we hope so.
     It was our neighbor Jim Kepner who arranged for District Director Ryan Hart and Field Representative Pam Peiper from the Third Congressional District Office in Vancouver to come and listen to the plight of our potential post office closure.  I was asked to join them to talk about the history end of things.  I was impressed by both Ryan and Pam.  They were young and energetic, well informed, and had each been to Oysterville several times and fairly recently.  They were aware of and concerned about the plight of both our post office and of Oysterville Sea Farms.
     We spent several hours together, going over the flawed investigative report, talking about Monday night’s meeting with David Boos and, of course, visiting the Post Office and both our Postmasters – regular and temporary.  We drove out to Leadbetter Point, toured Surfside, and drove by the Ocean Park Post Office to give them an idea of the time and distances involved in a potential change of mail venue.
     We stopped for a late lunch at the Full Circle (delicious as always!) and returned to Oysterville via the Nahcotta Post Office and Douglas Drive, pointing out the byways and driveways of postal patrons along the way.  And, all the while, we spoke of ways we thought Congress might improve the failing postal system.  They promised to deliver our suggestions and concerns to Congresswoman Beutler.
     Once again, I felt a modicum of hope.  I’m currently working on my patience quotient.