Oysterville Daybook Archives

My Mother — The Fourth Espy Girl

My Mother — The Fourth Espy Girl

Of the four daughters of Helen and Harry Espy of Oysterville, my mother was the youngest.  Oldest was Medora (1899-1916), then Suzita (1903-1932), then Muriel who we all knew as Mona (1904-1970).  Only Mona was still living when I was born and it...

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About Aunt Dora and the Christmas Roast

About Aunt Dora and the Christmas Roast

Leave it to my friend Maggie to remind me about my Great Aunt Dora's story of the Christmas roast.  I mentioned it in my blog about holiday dinners "In The Best of Regulated Families" the other day and promised to tell about it later. Then, of...

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And Cuzzin Ralph Got His Limit!

And Cuzzin Ralph Got His Limit!

Third cousins two times removed, Cheryl Kocher and her brother Ralph Jeffords, arrived yesterday with Cheryl's husband, Virg.  It was SO great to see them!  It had been four-and-a-half years since we'd seen Ralph (who lives in Virginia) and a bit...

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But I just had it a minute ago…

But I just had it a minute ago…

It really is nuts-making.  Now that I am actually gathering together some final bits and pieces of things to take up to Ed Nolan at the Washington State Research Center, I cannot find Papa's diary -- the one written when he was sixteen in 1892/93. ...

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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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My crowning glory?  Not so much.

My crowning glory? Not so much.

My grandmother felt that a woman's hair was "her crowning glory" and,  was full of advice for her eldest daughter, Medora -- even by letter when Medora was away at boarding school.  In this note, written on November 2,  1914, she said:  I do hope...

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Her Death Was Front and Center

Her Death Was Front and Center

Page 1 of the April 26, 1901 South Bend Journal features a small headline, Death of Mrs. R.H. Espy and  one two-column photograph of the R.H. Espy Family taken on the occasion of eldest daughter Dora's wedding some six years previously. I don't...

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I think Uncle Cecil gets a bad rap…

I think Uncle Cecil gets a bad rap…

What I'll be the first to say about my grandfather  and his brothers and sisters is that there were the taciturn Espys and the loquacious Espys -- about an even division among the ones I knew well.  Uncle Cecil and Uncle Will were the quiet ones;...

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And suddenly… summer begins!

And suddenly… summer begins!

In the "olden days" of my childhood, summer in Oysterville meant visitors.  Lots and lots of visitors.  The relatives came from Portland and Puyallup and California and they usually came for two weeks or more.  Often, they "overlapped" and we were...

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Bonding Across The Generations

Bonding Across The Generations

It was Maddie's third visit to Oysterville but the first that was a prolonged (four days and nights) stay.  On each of her previous visits, she had been all eyes and ears --looking, looking, looking and asking myriad questions about Oysterville. ...

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Off on the Great Clam Hunt!

Off on the Great Clam Hunt!

Chef Nyel sent us intrepid ones off to tideflats to get a few clams for the paella.  "A couple of dozen should be plenty," said he, and off we went -- Alex and three of his kids with me as guide.  It was seven ayem; Charlie slept in. The morning...

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Blotting Your Copybook & Other Dreaded Deeds

Blotting Your Copybook & Other Dreaded Deeds

I was surprised when I wrote to a friend that we didn't want to blot our copybook about an Oysterville issue and said friend didn't know the meaning of the metaphor.  Granted, she is a decade or so younger than I, but I was a bit surprised.  So I...

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