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Oysterville Daybook Archives

September 13, 1987 seems so short ago.

September 13, 1987 seems so short ago.

Thirty-six years ago today Nyel and I were married At Croquet. Gordon was my Bridesmaid, Roy was Best Man. Joel Penoyar did the honors Much to Willard's chagrin! It was a surprise to everyone Except to my son Charlie My mother had the vapors Dad...

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Mother’s Day Has Already Begun!

Mother’s Day Has Already Begun!

As I was going through yet another pile of "keepsakes" today, I came across a postcard sent to me from Shasta Dam in 1964 from my son Charlie who was then eight years old.  This is what it said: I got a pocket from Shasta Dam.  Can't talk long. ...

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“I’s not a leetle boy.  I’s a leetle geel!”

“I’s not a leetle boy. I’s a leetle geel!”

Someone in my past -- my mother? my grandmother? -- used to give a deep sigh about whatever was annoying her and say, "This will be the bane of my existence!"  I do believe it was often my wretched curly hair which one or the other of them was...

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A century ago and more in this very house…

A century ago and more in this very house…

Every once in a while, when I am all about getting organized for the here and now, I wonder what was going on in these very rooms a hundred years or so ago.  How lucky I am that I can sometimes find out. A few days ago, I looked up "December 7" in...

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Navy Blue Eyebrows and the S. of O. A.

Navy Blue Eyebrows and the S. of O. A.

I It's with that first glance of myself in the mirror each morning that I often hear my mother's sighing whisper -- "Oh, the Secrets of Old Age."  Though she never revealed exactly what those were, I find that I am, by now, discovering a few for...

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My mother set the bar really really high!

My mother set the bar really really high!

I'm not talking about the beverage bar here -- although mom had a fair hand at managing the little wet bar in this house after Dad (the main bartender) died.  I think she was making up for the years that she (and Dad, too) were pretty much...

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Monday Evening, March 23, 1931

Monday Evening, March 23, 1931

Letter from my dad, Bill Little, to my mom, Dale Espy, during Spring Break when they were both college students at the University of Redlands.  They would soon announce their engagement and would be married on September 22, 1934. Bright Angel Camp...

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And up popped my mom again!

And up popped my mom again!

My mother was "quite a character."  We all said so when she was living (1911-2009) and, probably, so did she.  She loved to dress up, almost always completed her costume with a hat (often one she, herself, had made), entertained frequently and in...

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