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‘Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Duit’

Sunday, March 17th, 2024

Bill Grennan, all decked out for St. Patrick’s Day 2024. (And Me).

Since our Friday Night Gathering was the nearest date to St. Patrick’s Day that we’d all be together, Bill Grennan took the opportunity to come in full regalia — an Irish Green Kilt with all the accoutrements, including a matching Green Bowler!  He looked terrific — a photo op waiting to happen.  I was sorry I didn’t have “a kilt o’ me own” but was pleased that Tucker asked me, anyway, to pose with the Kilt Man of the Peninsula!

Though kilts are definitely part of Ireland’s culture (and anyone can wear one). there is a bit of disagreement about when  they became popular.  Many say the Irish first played the bagpipes, and the Scots first wore kilts.  Since they are both Celtic nations, both wear kilts with pride and both remain silent on what is worn underneath. (Though I did read recently that kilt wearers are about “half and half.”  Half wear underwear; half go commando.   I can’t help but wonder who exactly did that survey.  And how.)

Bill in his Kilkenny Kilt, 2012 — and check out those Ghillie Brogues!

While Scottish kilts can be traced back to the 1600’s, Kilt-wearing became common in Ireland during the mid-1800’s, although not long ago, an aged Irish kilt was dug up in a farmer’s field. It was traced to the year 1590.  So the discussion continues.  Even so, it wasn’t until the early 1900s that kilts became synonymous with Gaelic heritage.

While there are thousands of family or clan tartans in Scotland, in Ireland, there are only a few families with registered kilts, including Murphy, O’Neil, and Fitzpatrick.  Kilts in Ireland are tied to a person’s county or region. There is a designated tartan for each of four Irish provinces: Connacht, Leinster, Munster, and Ulster. A man from Cork would probably wear the Cork Tartan, and so forth.  Bill Grennan’s people come from Kilkenny, the county town of County Kilkenny in Ireland. It is situated on both banks of the River Nore, at the center of County Kilkenny in the province of Leinster in the south-east of Ireland.  He usually reserves his Kilkenny tartan for very special occasions.

 

 

 

 

Even the hunting horns didn’t help!

Friday, January 26th, 2024

Fred and His Bugle

If you are lucky enough to know singer-songwriter Fred Carter, you know that there isn’t a song he’s ever heard — even if it was only once — that he cannot play!  Usually, his instrument of choice is a guitar — but he’s a master of almost any stringed instrument.  But… when it comes to the bugle, not so much.

Mark Clemmons with the biggest horn.

“I really REALLY want to learn to play taps,” he told our Friday Nighters a few weeks ago.  “I get so tired of going to funerals for our Vets and hearing then play a tape. It’s just not the same!  I want to be able to step up and play taps for them.  For real — not on a tape.”  But, Fred’s been trying for a whole year and so far… no luck.

That was all Tucker Wachsmuth needed to bring his collection of German Hunting Horns to tonight’s gathering!  Seven of them, I think.  And in various sizes.  He demonstrated a few notes on each of them before passing them around for the rest of us to try.  As might be expected, it was definitely “a guy thing.”  Everyone (of the men, that is) — especially Bill Grennan! — was able to “make a joyful (?) noise” with one or more of the horns.  (Oh!  Did I say everyone except Fred?)  It was the noisiest Friday Night I ever remember!

Fred was still bravely clutching his bugle as he left with the others.  Dejected?  A little.  Defeated?  Never!  He is determined.  And knowing Fred, he’ll have mastered taps before the next hunting season is upon us!!

 

And NOW the question is: can he read?

Wednesday, July 26th, 2023

Daniel Garcia

The Oxford English Dictionary defines the word “read” this way: look at and comprehend the meaning of written or printed matter by mentally interpreting the characters or symbols of which it is composed. 

My headline for this blog is directed to Pacific County Sheriff Daniel Garcia and conerns Matt Winters’ editorial in today’s Chinook Observer.  In clearly presented topic-by-topic style, Winters’ words offer some very specific suggestions to our young law enforcement leader — should Sheriff Garcia read them.  And, more importantly, should he comprehend their meaning, pointed out by the OED as an integral part of the reading process.  Or, as Nyel often said when flummoxed by the actions or comments by someone who should know better:  “There’s no substitute for brains.”

Garcia’s recent interactions with the John Birch Society even caused a discussion here in Oysterville at last Friday’s traditional get-together — a group of friends and neighbors who have been informally gathering here each week for more than twenty years.  No matter who comes — and there have been many with disparate beliefs and passions — we seldom, if ever, cross that socially acceptable line of discussion regarding politics, sex, or religion.  Last Friday we did.

Shades of Yosemite Sam?

Mostly, remarks focussed on the John Birch Society (JBS) and our incredulity that they had apparently surfaced in Pacific County.  I credit my cousins — both with California backgrounds — for remembering (along with me and several others in the room) the horrors brought about by the Birchers in Orange County in the 1960s.  Perhaps you, too, remember their successful efforts to pass “Prop 14.”

Editorial – July 26, 2023

California Proposition 14 was a November 1964 initiative ballot measure that amended the California state constitution and nullified the 1963 Rumford Fair Housing Act. Prop 14 allowed property sellers, landlords. and their agents to openly discriminate on ethnic grounds when selling or letting accommodations, as they had been permitted to before 1963.  Fortunately, in 1966, the California Supreme Court in a 5–2 split decision declared Proposition 14 unconstitutional.

Those of us who lived through those years in California — even in Northern California, as I did, hundreds of miles from the John Birch epicenter — will never forget.  The thought of our sheriff (or any of our community members and neighbors) going to “private meetings” with JBS members is downright frightening.  Bravo, Matt Winters, for your editorial!  And even if our Sheriff can’t or won’t read it and take it to heart, I hope the majority of our citizens do!

 

 

Appetizers, Drinks, Friends and Music!

Friday, June 30th, 2023

One of the best Friday Nights EVER!  The food was great!  The drinks were fine!  Our friendships are strong!  But it was the music that made this a night to remember!  Fred and Marta had their guitars.  Cate brought her ukelele.  The three had not played together before but that is the magic of music and musicians — harmonies and solos and riffs and who-know-what-all.

There was just the right mix of songs we could sing along with —  Woody Guthrie, John Denver, Fleetwood Mac and Harry Bellefonte to name a few and some more esoteric selections that Marta, Cate, and Fred sang solo or in two and three-part harmony.  So fun!  And I had forgotten what a fine voice my son Charlie has.

All too soon (though it was later than usual) Cate began singing “The Owl’s Lullaby” — always the last song in her performances.  She had to leave to tend to her ailing dog and the rest of us sang on for a bit — though it wasn’t quite the same without her.

All in all, it was a memorable evening.  I always love the Friday Night Gatherings.  Music just makes them that much better!

 

The Balancing Act

Saturday, February 4th, 2023

Downtown Long Beach

Last evening during our Friday Night Gathering, Jean Nitzel mentioned that she had tried (years ago) to interest the City Fathers of Long Beach in converting the main street to a Pedestrians Only Zone — just from Bolstad Avenue to Sid Snyder Drive and just in the summer.  It didn’t get anywhere back then — a gazillion excuses were given beginning with “that stretch is part of the State Highway System…”  But they didn’t even try, Jean said.

Rue Mouffetard, Paris

And, I must say, there wasn’t much discussion about it last night, either.  I’m not sure why.  I thought it was a great idea, myself, and was reminded of the many streets in Europe that are “pedestrians only” — Rue Montorgueil in the Latin Quarter of Paris, Carnaby Street in London, Strøget in Copenhagen — and many others throughout the world — even in Seattle.  I was saddened that the city of Long Beach wouldn’t even give the idea the time of day.

There are also streets called woonerfs — a street or square where cars, pedestrians, cyclists, and other local residents travel together without traditional safety infrastructure to guide them.  Also, sometimes called a “shared street,” a woonerf is generally free of traffic lights, stop signs, curbs, painted lines, and the “usual” guides to travel behavior.  The idea behind them is to reduce accidents and, amazingly, the statistics prove that this has happened.

While I can’t quite image the main drag in Long Beach becoming a woonerf, I must say that on many days in the summer, Territory Road in Oysterville comes close.  And my observation is that everyone is more observant and courteous and many of our visitors really take time to enjoy the village — a pleasant change from the usual speed-through at 40 mph!

 

See you in Ilwaco Friday evening!

Wednesday, October 19th, 2022

“POW” by Jean Nitzel – 2017

I think that I can actually count on one hand the number of times our Oysterville Friday Night Gathering has been cancelled — with the exception of the Covid Days, of course.  This coming Friday — day after tomorrow counts as one of those few!

I’ve cancelled in deference to the Artists’ Reception at the Columbia Heritage Museum being held that evening from 4 to 7 p.m.  And, at least two of our “regular” Friday Nighters — Jean Nitzel and Tucker Wachsmuth — will have works on exhibit!  Yay!!

The theme of this year’s Benefit Art Auction is “The Hidden World of Pacific Northwest’s Forests and Gardens” — a motif of mind-boggling possibilities!  Over 60 works will be on display at the Museum’s main gallery for three weeks — October 21st through November 12. During that time, bids can be placed in-person at the museum, or online by going to fundraiser.bid/cphm. A link to the auction website can also be found on the front page of the CPHM website.

“Think Small” by Noel Thomas – 2017

For those who would like first pick of any artwork in the auction,  raffle tickets will be on sale at the Museum until the 4 pm opening on October 21st. Only 50 raffle tickets will be sold ($20 per ticket) and the winner can choose any artwork before the auction starts.

Meet the artists!  Enjoy the refreshmets! Bid on your favorite artworks!  All this and more from 4 to 7 at the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum!  See you there!

 

 

Tonight was the twelfth gathering…

Friday, August 26th, 2022

Tucker shares Arthur Nissan’s arwork.

There were thirteen of us here this evening for our Friday Night Gathering — the twelfth Friday get-together without Nyel.  It’s hard to realize that a dozen weeks (and two days) have gone by since he left us.

And yet, the time has not behaved normally.  At least, not for me.  Some days crawl by without accomplishment.  Others gallop and crash into one another and maybe things get done but I can scarcely remember what they might have been — a phenomenon which matters sometimes.  And mostly not.

And did I mention the fabulous food?

The first Friday without Nyel, there were twenty of us here — friends who came to offer support to me and to one another. The simple fact of their being here was a lovely tribute to both Nyel and me; the caring was palpable.  Since then, the numbers have varied — sometimes eight or nine, seldom fewer.   And things have settled back into a rhythm that has become soothingly familiar over the twenty years since our Friday Night tradition began.

Another Friday Night in Greater Downtown Oysterville

We talk, we laugh, we plan, we give one another a hard time now and then, even as we share our successes, our annoyances, our aha moments.  We don’t always agree but we seldom disagree very seriously.  It’s comfortable — a fitting finale to one week and a promising beginning to the next.

Or, at least that’s how I see it.

 

 

A Nearly Normal Friday Night in BDO*

Saturday, March 5th, 2022

*Beautiful Downtown Oysterville, of course!

Gordon Schoewe – A Friday Night in 2014

It’s gotten so I don’t really know what “normal” is anymore — not when it comes to social endeavors, anyway.  Last night was the second (or was it the third?) time since the Pandemic began that we have reinstituted our Friday Night Gatherings — a tradition that Nyel and I began shortly after officially moving into the family house here in Oysterville in 2001.  We saw it as an opportune setting for our friends to get together more-or-less regularly for a little “guzz’n’gossip” as we used to call it in my salad days.  We would supply the drinks; our guests would bring appetizers.  Or, in Gordon’s case — usually a box of chocolates.  Five to seven o’clock every Friday.

Sometimes there were only four or five of us.  Sometimes more than a dozen.  There was seldom a specific “topic” up for discussion ‘nor was there ever anything off-limits.  Mostly we shied away from politics — not out of mutual respect, necessarily, but because we were sick of the news in general.  (And, over the years, we got sicker of it…)  Early on, some of us avid readers formed a “Mystery Book Club” which met less frequently and in round-robin fashion at one another’s homes, part of the group even traveling to England and to Canada on book-related journeys over the years.

The core group of Friday Nighters has changed as time has gone by.  Some of our “originals” (Roy, Gordon, Kay, Charlie, Kaye, Carol N.) are probably meeting in the Great Beyond.  Some have moved out of the area but join us when they can and, happily, we have added many new friends  along the way.  The format has always been eat, drink, talk, laugh, repeat.  Once in a while we get serious about something — though there’s usually someone in the crowd to nip that in the bud.

Kay Buesing One Friday Night in 2009

Too, in recent years, Tucker has begun bringing an item each week as “show and tell” — a feature that has become so popular that last night Sturges suggested Tucker think about inviting the whole crowd over to his Boat House to see his collection up close and personal.  Fortunately (thought this rather mean-spirited hostess who was feeling threat of being usurped) the idea didn’t seem to get a lot of traction.  At least not last night.   Truth to tell, I feel a bit protective about the setting and format of our Friday Nights.  Perhaps, though, Tucker will choose a different night of the week as Game Night for those who would like to visit his arcade and have not yet done so.

And speaking of Sturges — last night he brought his fiancé, Laurie, to meet us all.  Brave woman!  We passed around the bubbly and Nyel made a toast — another Friday Night first!  I couldn’t help thinking of all the fabulous folks who have joined our Friday Night Gatherings over the years — some as permanent fixtures, some just passing through.  How blessed we are with such wonderful friends!  I do hope that this “nearly normal” renewal will continue without interruption for the foreseeable future.

Remembering Pam Dorrance

Saturday, June 5th, 2021

Last evening at our “Friday Night Gathering” (or “Salon” as Sturges often says) we spent time remembering our friend Pam.  We began by reading our most recent communication from Sturges, sent on June 2nd:

Our family is gathered with Pam at Swedish First Hill. Pam has fought a courageous fight these past three [weeks] but sadly we have lost.  She is fully sedated and unaware of what is happening. Late this afternoon we must take her off life support because there are no further options. It is terribly sad for all of us. She is a special person and the love of my life for over 60 years.
Our love to you both and all our friends from the “salon”, Sturges

Pam Dorrance, 2018

It was only a month or five weeks ago that she had been here with us, enjoying a glass of wine and taking over the hostess duties with a vengeance.  She was so tiny, yet so mighty and, when she insisted, “No, I can do it!” there was no arguing.

“She would never let me pass an appetizer,” Sue said.  “No matter how big the tray, she’d insist on doing it herself.”

“Yes,” I remembered, “with her big smile and that determined look in her eye, daring you to argue!”

“She always took special pains to take care of ME!” Nyel said.  “There she was, with her cane and a bit bent over, moving with difficulty.  I knew I was more mobile, could lift more, and do more —  even from my wheelchair — but if Pam wanted to do it… she did it!  And with a smile.”

I remembered the first time she showed me her fabulous garden and mentioned how much she enjoyed the deer who visited.  “We always put a saltlick out for them in winter,” she said.  “And I love having the rabbits come through, too.”

“She loved every living thing,” Cyndy added.  “She wouldn’t hurt a fly.  Literally!  Or a spider.  They all had her respect and protection.”

Vicki spoke of her generosity.  “I inadvertently got put in charge of the garden at the Lamp Camp in Long Beach when we were staying there a few years back.  I mentioned it to Pam one Friday night and the next thing I knew, she was bringing me all these wonderful starts from her garden!”

The stories continued.  The box of kleenex was passed around.  We spoke of Sturges and of their four daughters. Silently, we willed Oysterville’s spring breezes to carry them our love and sustaining thoughts.  It was one of our most difficult of Friday Nights… yet how fortunate we were to be able to gather together in friendship and remembrance.

Spires, Inspirations and Aspirations

Saturday, May 1st, 2021

The 1892 Spire Handoff, April 30, 2021

The closest thing Oysterville has to a museum is “Tucker’s Arcade” which you probably know is a work in progress.  Probably always will be.  Tucker is a collector, after all, and an eclectic one at that.  There is never an end in sight to interesting possibilities.

Meanwhile… for years our Back Forty has been the repository for many Oysterville-related items — paintings by known and unknown artists (especially of the church), old photographs and letters and documents from or to or concerning old Oysterville residents and, almost anything church-related that needs storage for “a while.”

Perhaps the church connection dates back to the 1892 construction of the church by my great-grandfather — the same year that he purchased this house to be used as a parsonage.  Somehow, the house has been collecting odd bits and pieces ever since.  For years before the church had heat, the little pump organ spent every winter here in the house.  Votive candles left over from weddings and vases from vespers and extra reflectors from the (now) non-existent kerosene lanterns all wait against the day they will be needed.  And that is to say nothing of the many boxes of walking tours that await distribution once the church can be opened to the public again — an ongoing responsibility for whoever lives here, it seems.

Doubly in-spire-ing! September 2012

As Nyel and I begin our Big Cleanout Project, we think about these things.  Some items  will eventually go back to the church but some… we’re not sure.  So it is with the 1892 church spire.  When it was replaced in 1980 during the Church Restoration project, the old one came to our house and, in lieu of an Oysterville museum, here it has stayed.  Waiting.  In 1912, the current spire (made by Ossie Steiner and, actually, just a little bit bigger than the original) came down for re-painting.  Tucker and I had our pictures taken with the new and the old spires and Tucker said something like, “If you ever decide you need to get rid of this original spire…”

So it was that, last night, Nyel and I turned over that historic piece of Oysterville to Tucker.  He says he has the perfect place for it in his Arcade.  “But what we really need in Oysterville is a museum,” he said.  We couldn’t agree more.  Even though we love and adore the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum and have great respect for the all-encompassing history archived at the Pacific County Historical Society Museum, it would be nice if Oysterville had a little place of its own.  You know — an inside space to reflect the history of the Historic Oysterville and the National Historic District (which is a museum, of sorts, all on its own.)