Oysterville Daybook Archives

Yesterday’s Mystery Solved… Mostly.

Yesterday’s Mystery Solved… Mostly.

In case you haven't been keeping up -- yesterday I noticed that a "Joe Espy" from Idaho had signed the Guest Register at the Oysterville Church.  I hadn't been home most of the day and wondered if he might have knocked at my door. Yes, as a matter...

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Yesterday I spent with my grandmother…

Yesterday I spent with my grandmother…

No sooner had I turned on the bedside lamp and checked the time yesterday morning than the power went out!  Damn!  And I had overslept, too.  I'd be hard pressed to get through my long list of "todo's" even without all the amenities... like a...

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It’s one of those “I shoulda known” things!

It’s one of those “I shoulda known” things!

Saturday, February 17, 2024 If you are one of my faithful (or even not-so-faithful) blog readers or a follower of  my "Saints or Sinners?" stories in the Observer you are likely acquainted with my Great Aunt Dora.  I credit her with my interest in...

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A good number to stop on!

A good number to stop on!

I've been giving my great-grandfather, Robert Hamilton Espy,  a bit of thought these last few days, primarily because I'll be talking about him at the History Forum on Wednesday.  I do wish I "knew" him better.  Unlike my grandfather (Harry, or...

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REALLY?  Am I now the oldest?

REALLY? Am I now the oldest?

It came as a bit of a shock to me the other day to realize that I am now the oldest living descendent of the H.A. Espy Family -- maybe even of the R.H. Espy Family,  YIKES!  My grandfather, Harry Albert Espy was Robert Hamilton Espy's second son. ...

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“One of them arty fellas is over by church…”

“One of them arty fellas is over by church…”

On page A8 of last week's Observer was an article headlined "Sunday Music Vespers features Peninsula Guitar Trio."  Above it was a picture of the Oysterville Church's steeple with a caption that started like this:  "Oysterville Church is one of the...

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Some things don’t change much, thankfully!

Some things don’t change much, thankfully!

Oysterville is gearing up for Memorial Day Weekend -- the biggest weekend of the year here in our little village.  Traditionally, it has been when families gather together to clean up the cemetery and decorate the graves of our forebears. ...

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Cuzzin Ralph Confronts the Crouches.

Cuzzin Ralph Confronts the Crouches.

So many folks have asked me how I thought the ghosts of the unrighteous Reverend Crouch and his once-upon-a-time bride Sarah would react when Cuzzin Ralph came to spend a day or two.  It's not that Ralph hasn't been here before -- many times in...

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A day late and… you know the rest.

A day late and… you know the rest.

I promised myself that when the New Year began (as in yesterday), I would write one short story a day toward the eventuality of a new book I have in mind.  Well, here we are at Day Two of 2023 and Story Number One is still safely locked in my head....

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We are as usual…

We are as usual…

If my great-grandmother Julia's letters are typical of those of others of the 1800s, it seems to me that  a good deal of time was spent discussing the various health issues of family members.  This was especially true in her weekly letters to her...

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Oysterville Tradition Alive & Well!

Oysterville Tradition Alive & Well!

As the adults spilled out of the Oysterville Church a few Vesper Sundays ago, they were greeted by the youngest generations of village entrepreneurs -- my Red House Cousins of  the Alpha Generation and Generation Z (the "Zoomers") -- otherwise...

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Taking history too seriously?  Guilty!

Taking history too seriously? Guilty!

There are several things I tend to take too seriously -- history, my family (and its history), and myself (when it comes to history and my family.)  As Dorcas-the-Postmistress said in "Larkrise to Candleford" -- it's my one weakness.  Of course,...

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