Archive for the ‘“Jailhouse Stories from Early Pacific County”’ Category

On being garrulous (i.e. to rattle on…)

Thursday, July 13th, 2023

Tillicum House – Home of KMUN and Coast Community Radio

Today I went to Astoria’s Tillicum House at the invitation of Dayle Olson, one of the co-producers of a KMUN program called “River Writers,”  a Writer’s Guild 30-minute show hosted on alternate weeks by Dayle and by Marianne Monson.  It airs monthly on second Mondays at 9 AM. and Dayle had kindly asked if I would agree to be taped for an August airing.

I had no idea what to expect.  I’ve been on a number of Carol Newman’s “Arts Live and Local” shows which are usually a fifteen minute slot which just cover the nitty gritty of an upcoming book publication or a book launch at a local bookselling venue.  But this was to be a half hour taping session which sounded a bit more ominous somehow.

Dayle Olson, My Hostess and Interviewer Today

As it turned out, the time went by almost before I could collect my wits.  In fact, I’m not sure I managed to gather them in any sort of order that might make sense to listeners.  I guess we’ll find out when it airs next month.  Dayle is the consummate interviewer.  Not only does she ask penetrating questions, but she sits across the way, head-phoned, microphoned, and totally professional appearing, with eyes that dance with merriment and appreciation.  She made the whole experience such fun.

Dear Medora

We talked about my first (and favorite!) book, Dear Medora, and about my ghost books and, of course, about Mrs. Crouch, the resident ghost in my house.  I told about my ongoing series, “Saints or Sinners? Characters of Pacific County” now running weekly in the Chinook Observer and I even a recently published one, “Klondike Kate” for the ‘listening audience.”  Plus, Dayle kindly gave me time to put in a plug for the History Forum which will begin in September at the Oysterville Schoolhouse — for all those interested in local history and who might have stories of their own to tell!

In retrospect, of course, I have no idea whether I stuck with whatever point I wanted to make or even satisfactorily answered Dayle’s questions.  I found myself just rattling on — a garrulous old woman enjoying herself immensely.  Thanks, Dayle, for a fun half hour!  It went by all too fast!

A Midnight Visit With My Mom

Friday, January 21st, 2022

The Oldest and The Youngest Espy, Labor Day 2007  Dale Espy Little 95 yrs, 10 mo. and Silas Ronco, 3 mo.

“Why did you quit talking?” I asked her.

“Because no one listened any more,” she answered.

I was having this conversation with my mother last night.  It was a dream and was laden with those half-realities.  Dementia did, indeed, rob my mother of her ability to speak toward the end.  (Or so we thought.) She began to forget in 1995 and, though she kept the twinkle in her eyes and her wonderful smile, she gradually become more and more confused. And quieter and quieter.  She didn’t speak much during 2008 and maybe not at all during 2009.  She died in June that year, five months before her 98th birthday.

“Did I quit listening, too?” I asked her.  “Did I not pay attention any more? Did I simply second-guess your needs and forget the important things — all the ideas and thoughts you had?  All the living you had done and all the insights you could have offered?”

It wasn’t shame I felt when I woke up.  It was just a glimmer of understanding.  It’s not time yet… but soon, I think.  Soon it will be my turn to stay silent.

I wonder if I’ll have the courage.  The stamina.  The wisdom.

You just can’t get there from here…

Saturday, April 22nd, 2017

Headed north for the bridge???

Some of the local wags probably still direct tourists to Leadbetter Point when asked about the bridge over to North Cove and Tokeland.  I must say, it is tempting advice to give.  I wish I had a nickel for all the drivers who have stopped me as I walk toward the post office to ask if this is the right road for the bridge.  Often, they have a map in hand and, usually, they argue with you when you tell them there is no bridge.  It’s hard to be polite when you know they are thinking “Dumb Yokel!” and you are thinking… well, never mind what you are thinking.

I can empathize just a tad with those insistent visitors — but in a twenty-first century way – when I get that eternal runaround by email or telephone.  It’s another one of those ‘you can’t get there from here’ deals.  It’s the game I’ve been playing the last few weeks with my publisher whose March 31st royalty check has not yet shown up. (Perhaps I should mention here that said royalty payment will cover four books with this publisher for all sales from July 20th to December 20th of last year.)

Robo Responder

After waiting a suitable time (two weeks) for my payment to show up, I emailed a polite query that got this response:   Due to the high volume of inquiries we receive on a daily basis regarding Royalties, please allow 5 business days for a response to your email sent to the Royalties Department.  So, I waited some more.  After eight business days without a peep, I called the phone number that was included in the email.

“Dial one if your inquiry concerns sales; Dial two if your inquiry concerns submissions; dial three if…”  I think my magic number might have been four.  And, guess what!  A robo-voice said to leave my call-back number but “Due to the high volume of inquiries we receive on a daily basis regarding Royalties, please allow 5 business days for a response…”           

Sydney’s Books with Arcadia Publishing/History Press

On Business Day Nine after my first email inquiry I received a snippy email response saying they had notified me on March 31st (no, they hadn’t) and on April 17th my royalty payment (which I think will come to about $272) had been directly deposited to my bank account.  So, yesterday, April 21st, I stopped at the bank and inquired.  “Sorry, Sydney.  Nothing has come in.”

I can’t decide whether to continue looking for the bridge on this road or just to write it off as a bad trip all the way around…

Re: excerpts, bylines, and being persnickety

Wednesday, September 28th, 2016
Columbia Magazine, Fall 2016

Columbia Magazine, Fall 2016

A few months ago, when the editors of “Columbia” magazine asked to use an excerpt from my Jailhouse Stories, I was quite pleased.  It had been a long time since I’d had an article in that prestigious publication – the quarterly periodical of the Washington Historical Society.  They asked for my suggestions and I thought part of Chapter Eight, “The Hanging of Lum You,” might be of interest.  I submitted the excerpt plus eight photo possibilities.

As it turned out, the editors decided to go in a different direction entirely.  They asked, instead, for an excerpt from Chapter One, “Justice in a Timely Manner,” which deals more with my process, showing how a simple object–a register- can reveal so much important history about a place. This would cover pages 17-32.

Subsequently, there was a lot of ‘discussion’ (maybe ‘dickering’ is a better word) about exactly what this “excerpt” would entail.  Their ideas of an excerpt differed from mine.  They sent me suggested copy which did, indeed, use my words but took them somewhat out of context by deleting sentences or entire paragraphs from my original chapter.  But it would be over my byline…

Published Excerpt

Published Excerpt

When I objected, they kindly gave me an opportunity to write the article, myself – 2,400 words regarding how I had utilized Pacific County Prison Log No. One to write Jailhouse Stories from Early Pacific County, the word count to include an author’s bio.  I complied with that request.  They didn’t like what I wrote. Too personal. … it focused too much on the new book and on yourself to be suitable for COLUMBIA.

In the end, I agreed to go along with their “excerpt” after all.  It just seemed easier and, besides, I was probably being way too exacting and persnickety.  Plus, they said, as you probably know we are a quarterly so it usually takes a year to get published but it may happen sooner. It depends on what we need to balance out the issue.  Maybe by the time it was finally published I would feel less attached to my own words and context and could look at this “excerpt” with more objective eyes.

But… I guess the balancing act was not so difficult after all.  The Fall 2016 issue is out and the excerpt is contained therein.  Pages 22-26 including six photos!  Check it out!  It looks great!

Nice Day for a Drive!

Saturday, September 10th, 2016
Ready for a Sunday Drive, 1939

Ready for a Sunday Drive, 1939

Yesterday was gorgeous here on the coast!  One of those blue-sky-no-wind days.  Had it been a Sunday, it was the kind of day my dad would have said to mom, “Let’s go for a drive.”  That was the thing to do back in the forties and fifties – before there were ‘traffic’ problems in every direction.

Nowadays… not so much.  On days like yesterday, we tend to find reasons to stay close to home, enjoying the tranquility of our garden and the relative peace and quiet of the village.  So we were home yesterday when Jen and Ed Wortman of the International Police Museum came knocking at our door.  They were here all the way from Rockaway Beach to buy a few more copies of my Jailhouse book!

Rod Run Sunday, 2015

Rod Run Sunday, 2015

“There are easier ways to stock your museum bookshelves than by taking a two-hour drive up the coast!” we said.  “We’d have sent them to you!”  But they were due for the dreaded CostCo trip anyway, they told us, and I realized that from Rockaway to Warrenton was about halfway to Oysterville anyway.  And we loved visiting with them!

We’ll be doing some Jailhouse traveling, ourselves, over the next month or so.  Not quite so far though.  On Saturday, September 24th, I’ll be doing a book talk at Adelaide’s in Ocean Park.  A week later, on the 30th, I’ll be book-talking at the Shoalwater Library on the Reservation near Tokeland.  And the Sunday after that – I’ll be giving a book talk as part of the Cranberrian Fair at the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum in Ilwaco!

Who knew that those Jailhouse Stories would be getting so much attention!  I can’t help but think that all those long-ago prisoners, hoping for a miracle escape, are finally finding a way to hit the road!  I’m glad to accommodate!

An Unexpected Opportunity

Friday, August 5th, 2016
At the International Police Museum, Rockaway Beach

At the International Police Museum, Rockaway Beach

An early morning email brought the possibility of an entirely new line of book-talk options for Jailhouse Stories from Early Pacific County.  Maybe.  It was from the publisher’s marketing specialist and this is what it said: The International Police Museum would love to have you in for a signing…

I had never heard of that museum, though it turns out that it is only a few hours (1 hr. 50 min. says my computer) from Oysterville – in Rockaway Beach on the Oregon Coast.  The museum opened just last January.  Their website says:  We are a fledgling museum just getting our feet wet (we are, after all, situated near a beautiful Oregon beach), and trying to resist the temptation to accomplish everything at once. Please come back often and watch us grow. And if you are traveling down the coast, be sure to stop in.

Their stated purpose is to collect, preserve, exhibit, and interpret police culture, history and heritage of the Rockaway Beach and Oregon police departments, as well as national and international police departments. We hope to foster appreciation, understanding, and respect of police through education and demystification of law enforcement by way of presentations and display of loaned and owned uniforms, equipment, and accouterments.  And from what I saw on their website, they are off to a great beginning!

At the International Police Museum, Rockaway Beach

At the International Police Museum, Rockaway Beach

It turns out that there are dozens of police and law & order museums in the United States.  Washington has two – one in Seattle and another in Spokane and, in addition to the Rockaway Beach site, Oregon has such a museum in Portland. Once again, a whole new world opens up!

Stay tuned for the date of my book talk.  Maybe you can come in combination with a visit to the Oregon Coast.  A fine plan, indeed!

Now’s your chance!

Saturday, July 2nd, 2016
Pacific County Historical Society Museum

Pacific County Historical Society Museum

I’m always taken aback when someone tells me they’ve never been to the Pacific County Historical Society Museum in South Bend.  Especially if the ‘someone’ purports to be a history buff!  Admittedly, these are usually people who live in “South County” – aka on the Long Beach Peninsula.  And, certainly, the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum in Ilwaco is closer at hand.  But still…

The PCHS is older by thirty or so years and was begun ‘back in the day’ (as they say) when the sons and daughters of Pacific County’s pioneers were the main movers and shakers in the area. They had a wealth of history at their fingertips – letters, memoirs, documents, photographs and artifacts that held answers to many of the questions about our early history.  In 1949, they decided to create an organization to encourage interest in our County’s history and to establish a repository for some of its treasures.  The Pacific County Historical Society (PCHS) was formed and the museum soon followed.

Inside the PCHS Gift Shop

Inside the PCHS Gift Shop

Of course, it’s a long way around the bay and, gradually, as the Peninsula has become more populated and the County has established satellite offices on ‘this side of the bay,’ our focus has fractured.   I find that even serious students of local history are not always familiar with the little museum and treasure trove on Robert Bush Drive (aka Highway 101, the main drag) in South Bend.

Published June 13, 2016

Published June 13, 2016

So… if you are one of those who’s been thinking, “I really should pay a visit to the PCHS museum,” now’s your chance!  Next Wednesday, July 6th at 3:30, I’ll be doing a book talk there and I would love it if my audience included folks who have seldom, if ever, been to the PCHS museum.  I promise to give you the ‘inside scoop’ on some of the County’s most infamous bad guys,  as well as a look a few of the amazing tactics used by those who pledged to keep law and order here in the rip-roaring days of the 1880s and ‘90s.

And, of course, the super-duper bookshop at the Museum will have Jailhouse Stories of Early Pacific County for sale.  I’ll be happy to sign and personalize as many copies as you’d care to get!  The book is guaranteed to be the perfect gift for all your far-away friends who can’t quite imagine that there’s much here beyond beach sand and winter storms…

Out of yet another loop?

Saturday, June 18th, 2016

museum-frontMy publicist (PUBLICIST???  I have a publicist???) contacted me last week and said that I have a July 6th book-signing date scheduled at Pacific County Historical Society.  Wow!  Since most book marketing opportunities in the past have usually been dates I’ve set up myself I was pretty impressed.  But also a little disbelieving.  Or maybe I’m just a control freak.

So… I called over to South Bend to talk to the PCHS people for confirmation.  The manager, Patricia Neve, herself, answered the phone and confirmed the time and date – 3:30 the Wednesday after the Fourth of July.  Yay!

Sou'wester Winter 2015But… in the course of our conversation, she said that the event has been mentioned on the front page of the PCHS Newsletter.  (It has?) Later, I went online to the PCHS’s recently updated website http://pacificcohistory.org/ and saw that they have a new Sou’wester out:  “A Gym is Born: The story of the “New” South Bend High School Gymnasium (1953)” by Steve Rogers.  (Really?)  I didn’t know anything about either publication being available.

There could be a couple of reasons for my not knowing: 1) Neither issue is actually ‘out’ yet; or 2) my PCHS membership has lapsed.  YIKES!  I hope it’s the former, not the latter, reason.  Also… I long ago promised Steve, valiant president of the Historical Society that I would write the “next” Sou’wester which would be due shortly after publication of this current one.  Am I overdue with my copy already?

Not that I haven’t been thinking about it, mind you.  It will be about an ‘Oysterville Girl’ I knew very well, indeed.  Steve and I have even chosen the cover color.  Hot pink!  I’m not saying ‘who’ but I have no doubt that some readers will know exactly the amazing woman I’m talking about!

Meanwhile… I think there’s a loop I need to get back into.  And maybe some good graces, too!

A Lot to Live Up To!

Thursday, June 16th, 2016

Sydney in Cate's ColumnIt’s not that I wasn’t forewarned.  When Cate Gable came over and spent an hour or so with me, asking questions and snapping pictures, I knew that she was planning to mention me and my new book in her column.  But… wow!

I was hardly prepared to see myself almost larger than life on page A5 of yesterday’s Chinook Observer!  And such a nice verbal snapshot of Jailhouse Stories from Early Pacific County!  “Well-told tales,” she said.

Cate chose to feature the story of Lum You (pronounced e-ow) – Chapter 8, about his hanging early in the last century.  His was the only legal hanging, ever, in Pacific County and involved a hung jury, a jail break, and printed invitations that began “You are cordially invited…”  It was the closest our county history ever came to operating like the “wild west” of story and song.

Invitation to Lum You's HangingSpeaking of which, leave it to Cate to compare the story with Elvis Presley’s “Jailhouse Rock!”  Pacific County’s Sheriff Tom Roney did indeed seem to be sympathetic to “the little Chinese” although, unlike Presley’s warden, Roney didn’t throw a party in the cell block.  There was no music being played in the county jail at South Bend jail at 9:00 a.m. on January 31, 1902.

As Cate’s article says, I’ll be talking about “The Hanging of Lum You” and other notable stories in the book on Saturday at the Oysterville Store.  “Book Talk: One O’Clock!”  And then I’ll be signing and schmoozing.  See you there!