Oysterville Daybook Archives

A News Clipping of Note

A News Clipping of Note

There are several things that drive us collectors of bits-and-pieces-of-history to distraction -- old photographs with no identifying names or dates and yellowing news clippings without any indicators of when or whence.  I think the following...

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And speaking of old newspapers…

And speaking of old newspapers…

If you've been around here long enough to remember the 1970s, a newspaper called The Northender may ring a bell.  I don't know how many issues there were in all, but I've recently run across Vol. 1, No.1 published May 21, 1976.  It was a simple...

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Willapa Harbor Pilot, May 1, 1908

Willapa Harbor Pilot, May 1, 1908

There's nothing that slows me down more in my sorting and organizing of those boxes of  "stuff" in the back forty than running across an old newspaper.  If it's a local paper such as the South Bend Willapa Harbor Pilot, I might as well pack it in...

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Oysterville or Espyville?  Six of one and… ?

Oysterville or Espyville? Six of one and… ?

According to family lore as recorded in Willard Espy's Oysterville, Roads to Grandpa's Village, once Espy and Clark realized that they had fathered a village, Mr. Clark said, "We'll call it Espyville."  "We'll do nothing of the sort," snorted...

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The question everybody asks…

The question everybody asks…

Well, probably not everybody...  probably not even every tourist who comes to town... but you can bet your last ten dollar gold piece  that a good number of people who visit Oysterville around the lunch hour or dinner time is sure to ask, "Where's...

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I’m sure I heard him say, “By cracky!”

I’m sure I heard him say, “By cracky!”

Today seemed all about memories of Papa, my grandfather H.A. Espy (1876 - 1958).  I'm not sure why.  It's not like it was his birthday which, as I remember, was in November.  I'm certain of the year, mostly because he was, too, even though he was...

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The Very Best Part of A Book Talk

The Very Best Part of A Book Talk

Yesterday I gave a Book Talk about Historic Haunts of the Long Beach Peninsula at the Senior Center in Klipsan.  It was the third event in as many weekends and I didn't have high expectations for attendance or sales.  However, what I didn't factor...

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I keep waiting for Mrs. Crouch to join me…

I keep waiting for Mrs. Crouch to join me…

Every time I give a book talk, I halfway expect to "hear" from Mrs. Crouch.  Not that she appears on demand, mind you.  In fact, as far as I know, she has never appeared at all.  But she does, occasionally, make herself known.  Years ago -- in the...

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Knock! Knock!  Adventure calling!

Knock! Knock! Adventure calling!

I was just in the midst of gathering my wits in preparation for my book signing at BOLD on Sunday when there was a knock at the door.  It was my neighbor Tucker and with him a personable young man named Kevin West.  "Kevin is looking for some...

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The Pattern of Our Days

The Pattern of Our Days

It's interesting to look back over a significant chunk of your life -- especially to remember and reminisce with the person who has most closely shared those years with you.  That's what Nyel and I are doing these days as we look back on the...

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Hip! Hip! Hooray!  Winter Hiatus Is Over!

Hip! Hip! Hooray! Winter Hiatus Is Over!

General Nyel gave the order yesterday that the cannon belonging to The Honorary Oysterville Militia (THOM) should be returned to its place of honor at the west end of The Willard R. Espy Memorial Croquet Court just north of our house.  Private...

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It certainly wasn’t the first time…

It certainly wasn’t the first time…

I had to chuckle a bit at someone's remark about our house a few days ago.  I had written something on my blog about Oysterville needing a museum and a reader responded, "I thought your home was the Oysterville Historical Museum."  It's not the...

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