Oysterville Daybook Archives

It could kinda take the edge off…

It could kinda take the edge off…

Sky: blue.  Clouds: not a one.  Wind: a zephyr.  Oysterville: quietly anticipating  whatever the tides might bring. It's Thursday morning about dawn-thirty and promises to be a gorgeous day -- though yesterday the weather man predicted it would...

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Metes and Bounds and Willow Posts

Metes and Bounds and Willow Posts

It seems to me that almost every time a property is re-surveyed here in Oysterville, the new dimensions are off a little from the last known survey.  The former surveyor is usually blamed for that and probably that surveyor blames the one before...

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Place of the Yellow-Hammers

Place of the Yellow-Hammers

My grandfather named this house "Tsako-Te-Hahsh-Eetle" which, he said, meant two things:  "place of the red-topped grass" and "place of the yellow-hammers."  The name is Papa's rendition of the Chinook jargon that he and his boyhood Indian friends...

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Patch-Patch-Patch Some More

Patch-Patch-Patch Some More

Yesterday, the back door of the chicken coop came off in my hand.  Not the whole door -- just the trim piece on which the handle is situated.  Even so, it was startling.  It definitely wasn't one of those I-don't-know-my-own-strength things.  It...

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Late Breaking News…

Late Breaking News…

Pacific County's first newspaper was established in Oysterville in 1883 -- nineteen newsworthy years after Oysterville was founded by R.H. Espy and I.A. Clark.  A lot happened during those nineteen years --  the development of a thriving oyster...

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Waiting for that other shoe to drop…

Waiting for that other shoe to drop…

I'm pleased to "report" that the Driscoll Sign Thief of Oysterville is now known to the candidate and to the Sheriff's Department.  Although Dan has given me his "blessing" to reveal the culprit's name, I am choosing to wait until the Sheriff acts...

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Journey to Oysterville: Spring 1898

Journey to Oysterville: Spring 1898

My grandmother, Helen Richardson Espy, was a "city girl," used to the amenities of a cultured household.  She first came to Oysterville on her honeymoon trip in the Spring of 1898.  She and my grandfather had been married at her home in East...

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Characterizing Oysterville… Again!

Characterizing Oysterville… Again!

During these Spring months of sheltering, I've been thinking, or rather-rethinking, how I characterize Oysterville.  Not a village -- it's not even close to self-sustaining, even in a limited go-to-the-corner store sense, and we have far too few...

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Thin Places (and I’m not talking body parts)

Thin Places (and I’m not talking body parts)

I've had two discussions within the last ten days that involve "thin places." Come to think of it, one discussion only -- when I met with Cyrus Habib, our Lt. Governor.  Yesterday's mention of thin places was by me at my "Ghost Lecture" and,...

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What’s a few years or a few miles anyway?

What’s a few years or a few miles anyway?

And back to "Oysterville, A Simply Lovely, Living Ghost Town" -- the skewed, some-right-some-wrong sort of article in the 2019-2020 issue of Discovery Coast.  Paragraphs #11 and #12 are mostly correct. Except for the parts that are totally wrong:...

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In the beginning…

In the beginning…

As promised yesterday, here is Installment #1 of my commentary on the article, "Oysterville, A Simply Lovely, Living Ghost Town" in the recently published Discovery Coast 2019-2020, ChinookObserver.com. Mr. Webb begins his Oysterville story with...

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Old News and Fake History

Old News and Fake History

When our friends Susan and Randal came back from a foray to Jack's Country Store yesterday, they were full of chuckles and questions.  Susan was carrying a copy of Discovery Coast 2019-2020, the publication put out each year about this time by...

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