Oysterville Daybook Archives

I can’t believe it’s been 20 years!

I can’t believe it’s been 20 years!

On October 9, 2003, Nyel sent out this letter: Dear Friends and Relatives, Oysterville is gearing up for its 150th anniversary celebration -- the Oysterville Sesquicentennial.  Events will begin on Sunday, April 11, 2004 with a reception for...

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September 13, 1987 seems so short ago.

September 13, 1987 seems so short ago.

Thirty-six years ago today Nyel and I were married At Croquet. Gordon was my Bridesmaid, Roy was Best Man. Joel Penoyar did the honors Much to Willard's chagrin! It was a surprise to everyone Except to my son Charlie My mother had the vapors Dad...

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“Sing me a song…”

“Sing me a song…”

I was so pleased that my friend Mary followed my blog suggestion yesterday and looked up Josef Marais' song, "Pity the Poor Patat."  She made no comment about it, but I was happy to know that someone "out there" had connected, perhaps for a first...

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Replicating Nyel’s gazpacho recipe!  (Maybe.)

Replicating Nyel’s gazpacho recipe! (Maybe.)

There was a lot of peeling and chopping and dicing and pulsing in my kitchen this afternoon.  And laughing and wondering, too.  My neighbor, Carol, came over to assist me with a recipe for a soup she'd never heard of and one I'd never attempted. ...

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He’d have been 80.  We celebrated anyway!

He’d have been 80. We celebrated anyway!

Today marked the 80th anniversary of Nyel's birth.  I wish he'd been here to celebrate with us.  He'd have been "sore amazed."  Actually, he was quite astonished that he lived to be more than 70.  He was 78 years, 10 months, and 2 days old to be...

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This old house takes a family…

This old house takes a family…

Along the west side of our house, between the public right-of-way and the fence line, my father planted a row of Jean Marie Rhododendrons.  (Or did Nyel plant them when we first moved in?  I'll have to look that up...)  In any case, once they...

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Too Quiet On This Western Front!

Too Quiet On This Western Front!

Charlie and Marta left a little after mid-day and it is all too quiet here at the house even though Chris-the-Mower-Man was here for an hour or so.  And I've set the hoses and hear the reassuring snick-snick-snick of the sprinklers magically...

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A Final Goodbye to Nyel

A Final Goodbye to Nyel

We gathered at the cemetery today to wish Nyel our final farewell -- just a few of us -- Charlie and Marta, of course.  Tucker and Carol who were with me in the immediate hours after Nyel died June 8, 2022.  And Miki and Cate, our long-time friends...

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Today, I had a little talk with Dorothy…

Today, I had a little talk with Dorothy…

Nyel and I have waited for more than a year to  transport him to his final resting place.  Not that we are in a hurry, you understand.  He has been waiting patiently since I brought him home in the Ginger Jar more than a year ago.  I'm quite sure...

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You probably can’t have too many toasters.

You probably can’t have too many toasters.

The toaster stopped working a week or so ago.  It's been threatening for a while now.  After all, it's a 1950s model Toastmaster and it's seen a lot of service in its time.  It joined the household when Nyel moved in back in the early 80s with all...

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Signs and Peonies

Signs and Peonies

I'm not one for believing in signs and portents...  But maybe, just maybe, there's a message in our garden's one red peony.  It's the only red one.  It's never bloomed before.  But Nyel was ever hopeful. He had planted the peonies years ago,...

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Please join us Monday in honor of our own.

Please join us Monday in honor of our own.

The Honorary Oysterville Militia (THOM) will gather at 11:00 a.m. on Memorial Day Monday, May 29th, to fire their cannon in honor of members who have died "in the line of duty" and in memory of all of our friends and loved ones who are no longer...

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