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Oysterville Daybook Archives

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!

We are thankful for countless treasures on this Thanksgiving Day 2021, but first and foremost for the gift of friendship.   We wish all of you a wonderful day and joyous beginning to the holiday season!  

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Outta (or into?) the mouths of…

Outta (or into?) the mouths of…

  “If I only have one hour to live, I would be in class because it feels like eternity!”  So reports Tucker and Carol's daughter-in-law Mary Wachsmuth with regard to her nine-year-old son, Sam.   She posted his comment and his picture on...

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October 18, 1980…

October 18, 1980…

Dear Mrs. LaRue, Do you know the Halloween parade?  In this parade can I holed youer hand because Im scared of clowns? From Ruth Looking back is oh! so bittersweet.  Not because of what was said, but because of what I can't remember.  Did I hold...

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Walking That Old Memory Lane… Again.

Walking That Old Memory Lane… Again.

The packet was full to bursting and was labeled "Student Work/Notes."  The first one out of the envelope was a letter to me dated 10-1-76.  It was signed "your friend José Flores" and had been mailed from Mexico City: Dear Mrs. LaRue, I'm José and...

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Listening/Interpreting… Who’s in sync?

Listening/Interpreting… Who’s in sync?

I'm finding that there are people putting the accent on the "wrong syl-lah-ble" (at least from my viewpoint) with regard to the health directives given to us by Governor Inslee.  I guess it's a personality thing -- like seeing the glass half empty...

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Which state are we in, anyway?

Which state are we in, anyway?

Marta must have been about ten and Charlie eight when we all went on a camping trip to New Mexico.  Our ultimate goal was to visit our friend Corina Santistevan in Taos but we also spent time on the way to and from in Prescott, Arizona where our...

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Remembering Their Words

Remembering Their Words

It happens more than I’d like these days.  I woke up feeling tired – not refreshed.  And we have a lot on our plate today.  I thought of Allegra Tasaki, the little mite of a six-year-old who once said after a long field trip day, “When I feel...

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It probably wasn’t an accident…

It probably wasn’t an accident…

For the forty (well, 39 minus four months) years I taught school, I found it to be my saving grace during times of trouble – any kind of trouble.  Personal or otherwise.  You can’t be immersed in the education of twenty or thirty first/second/third...

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The Great Oysterville Scavenger Hunt

The Great Oysterville Scavenger Hunt

Take eleven eager children ages two through nine, one experienced Pied Piper, forty-seven well-placed clues and an Oysterville Setting from the ‘Y’ to the cannery, plus a number of doting parents and a bright sunny day and you have the makings of...

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Gearing Up For February

Gearing Up For February

I don’t put much stock in those cutesy phrases and “words to live by.” I avoid wearing tee shirts with catch phrases or rallying cries and I shudder at some of the sentiments and mottoes my friends post on Facebook. But I have to say that my “Keep...

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A Show of Hands, Please!

A Show of Hands, Please!

Our Friday night gathering was huge last night – one of those times when there were five or six conversations going all at once. The hostess in me was pleased; the participant in me was frustrated. So many interesting conversations; such a limited...

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Childhood Diminished

Childhood Diminished

  I remember my mother saying to me on the occasion of a friend’s death, “She is the last person who remembered my mother when Mama was young.” I think it was the first time that I truly, viscerally understood that we are only real as long as...

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