Oysterville Daybook Archives

Of course I turned to page 188 first!

Of course I turned to page 188 first!

Stevens, Nyel, 188.  That's what the index said and that's the page I went to right off the bat.  Maggie's book, The Container Victory Garden, arrived last night, and although it was addressed to me, I knew it was truly Nyel's.  Maggie had said...

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And then there was “the day after…”

And then there was “the day after…”

So... there was one important part of our wedding story that I left out of yesterday's blog.  It happened the following day -- on Monday, September 14, 1987... But first, a little background.  The Croquet Gala on the day we were married was the...

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A touch of home for Helen…

A touch of home for Helen…

My grandmother, Helen Richardson Espy, left the comforts and cultural amenities of East Oakland, California in 1902 to set up housekeeping in Oysterville -- "just for a short time," she assured her three-year-old daughter Medora and year-old son...

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It coulda/shoulda/woulda been…

It coulda/shoulda/woulda been…

Today would have been Nyel's 79th birthday.  I had every intention that we would be celebrating it together -- as well as at least two more.   In fact, I began talking about his "80th" shortly after we met.  He was telling me about the doctor's...

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Where  in the world is that top hat?

Where in the world is that top hat?

Miki came over from Astoria this morning bringing coffees and good energy and her usual practical words of wisdom!  I had asked her if she would help me pack of Nyel's clothes for the Good Will.  "Sure!  When would be a good time?" was her always...

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Peonies and Pictures and Pondering

Peonies and Pictures and Pondering

The first bouquet came today and I could scarcely believe the two lovely peonies front and center.  Peonies!  Or Pea-own-knees, as Nyel was taught to call them by his Grandma Martha.  His favorite flower!  But they have always been a bit cranky...

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Just the other day…

Just the other day…

All the places we went. All the meals we ate and all those he cooked! All the laughter we shared. All the people we enjoyed, learned from, loved. Wasn't it just the other day we met... back in 1984? General Nyel, Farmer Nyel, Chef Nyel, Husband,...

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Barb: My belated birthday present!!

Barb: My belated birthday present!!

For my 85th birthday in 2021, Nyel's gift was to have my friend Barbara Canney of Cohasset, MASS, come and organize my files -- computer files or hard copy files, my choice. (Background: in 1980, my Uncle Willard arranged for Barb -- who was about...

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One of the hardest parts…

One of the hardest parts…

Last week and this have been non-stop appointments for Nyel -- all the medical, dental, and you-name-it-health-related folks wanting to weigh in on his status, needs, unkept appointments, new prescriptions, etc. etc. that you might imagine after...

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Goodbye to Little Red Hen

Goodbye to Little Red Hen

Last night Oh so lightly She was breathing Nestled among the cedar shavings On the coop floor. That she knew Farmer Nyel was home I have no doubt. Chickens know more things Than you would think. Nyel raised her From a fluffy ball of yellow And for...

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“Reunion” in Oz – Day 21

“Reunion” in Oz – Day 21

When I read the email from my friend Pat Moss yesterday morning saying she was going up to Seattle to the UW Medical Center and could she take anything to Nyel, my response was instantaneous.  "Yes!  Take me!!"  And then I asked, "When?" which,...

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Report from Oysterville & Oz – Day 16

Report from Oysterville & Oz – Day 16

We seem to be doing the two-step, Nyel and I.  For Nyel right now, it's two steps forward, one step back.  And for me, it's two steps this way and then two steps that way -- not necessarily forward or back in either case. Nyel is still gaining...

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