Oysterville Daybook Archives

all growed up and…

all growed up and…

  I loved the movie "Honeysuckle Rose," mostly because I'm a huge Willie Nelson fan. Besides introducing the song "On the Road Again," I remember the film for a few words spoken by Amy Irving (as Lily Ramsey), "I'm all growed up and furred...

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Lively, Non-stop, Ecclectic!

Lively, Non-stop, Ecclectic!

There are two areas in this house that I have considered the most important ever since I was a very little girl.  First is the library where we gather in front of the fireplace, especially in the late afternoons, to visit and catch up with our days...

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Flowers Galore!  It’s Happy Mother’s Day!

Flowers Galore! It’s Happy Mother’s Day!

Wow!  For a moment there I thought Marta had finally done it!  Cloned herself with me as the beneficiary! On my doorstep were two (count 'em, two!) identical FTD Florist Boxes.  Each contained a precious -- also identical -- message from my darling...

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Eighty-nine Years and Four Degrees

Eighty-nine Years and Four Degrees

Freida Callo (Frida Kahlo) has joined us for Christmas this year.  Charlie brought her up from L.A. -- her likeness, anyway -- and placed her carefully on the tree.  She looks out on us in all her "glory" which, depending upon your point of view,...

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Charlie’s here!  Let the games begin!

Charlie’s here! Let the games begin!

For about as many years as any of us can count, Marta and Charlie play cribbage every evening when they are together here in Oysterville.  They don't keep a running score.  But... they remember!  The last time they intersected here on Territory...

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Happy Birthday to Charlie!

Happy Birthday to Charlie!

Sixty-three years ago today Charles Morgan Howell IV made his cautious entrance onto the world stage and has been entertaining all of us who know him ever since!  He arrived at eight in the morning which, by my reckoning, should have made him a day...

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The show must…  and all that!

The show must… and all that!

Yesterday my 62-year-old (ahem) son was in a recital in L.A. but, since Nyel and I are pretty much house-bound until he can put weight on his leg again (five more weeks), we could only wish him luck from afar.  Not the usual "break a leg" though. ...

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Marta and Charlie and Charlie’s Tchotchkes

Marta and Charlie and Charlie’s Tchotchkes

For the four decades (1940s-1970s) that I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area, Northern California and Southern California were worlds apart.  Different climates, different lifestyles, and a "fur piece" to travel.  So, we seldom did, even though we...

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Old Photographs and Easter Memories

Old Photographs and Easter Memories

Easter is the one holiday I can't get very worked up about.  In my memory it's a blur of egg hunts and getting dressed up and having a big dinner with the relatives.  And posing for photographs.  Always the obligatory photographs!  I guess, though,...

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Convergence and Compromise

Convergence and Compromise

The 'kids' are here!  Let the holiday fun begin!  Never mind that the kids are in their sixties and (ahem) a bit set in their ways.  It's a little late in the game to expect the house rules to apply automatically when they cross the threshold. ...

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“… Pack up your pack…”

“… Pack up your pack…”

I don't know if an earworm slows you down or speeds you up.  I hope it's the latter because I've got one and I'm behind. We are scurrying to get on the road – off to Ashland for our yearly rendezvous with son Charlie and a short bout of theater...

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHARLIE!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHARLIE!

My son, Charles Morgan Howell IV, arrived on May 30, 1956, 7:44 a.m. – special delivery at Sequoia Hospital in Redwood City, California, Dr. Verne Voakes in attendance.  He weighed eight pounds which was considered ‘whopping’ since I weighed...

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