Oysterville Daybook Archives

Report from Oz – Day Six

Report from Oz – Day Six

Here in the Emerald City-- sunny today with a shower now and then in the afternoon.  Everything seemed to move slowly -- I was a bit late to Nyel's hospital quarters and missed the Doctor Team's visit.  Apparently, though, I didn't miss much -- no...

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Just Say No

Just Say No

I remember that it was in the 1980s that Nancy Reagan kicked off her "Just Say No" campaign as part of the U.S. "War On Drugs."  Those three words quickly became a catch phrase for just about everything whether it was illegal substances, an...

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As much as I hate to admit it…

As much as I hate to admit it…

... I really don't like oysters all that much.  Fried oysters, yes.    My great-grandmother's baked oysters, yes.  Smoked oysters -- especially those!  But on the half-shell or in stew or in a sandwich, I'd just as soon pass. So, when Debi Snyder,...

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Once a teacher…?

Once a teacher…?

I just received a note from my three-two cousin (third cousin, twice removed) -- is that right, Ralph? -- Donna Gwinn who lives in Garfield, Washington, not far from Pullman.  Donna, a generation or so younger than I and with more energy than all...

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Even in the best of regulated families…

Even in the best of regulated families…

We felt badly when we wrote to Cuzzin Ralph and uninvited him to come to Oysterville (or "Oyster Patch" as he calls it) for a visit.  He was coming out from his home in Virginia to a family reunion of first cousins in Eastern Washington.  The plan...

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Way to go Uncle Sid!

Way to go Uncle Sid!

Melinda Crowley of Cranberry Museum fame sent me a photostat of a hundred-year-old news article which said in part: The Oregon Daily Journal, Portland, Sunday Morning, July 16, 1920 Pacific Growers now have the additional encouragement of having...

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It’s Grandparent Season at the Beach!

It’s Grandparent Season at the Beach!

Having no grandchildren is a lot like growing up without siblings.  You don't actually miss what you've never experienced, but you've done enough vicariously living in the moccasins of others that you know some of the parts -- both good and...

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The thing about chickens and watermelons…

The thing about chickens and watermelons…

According to my Kuzzin Kris, the best part of watermelons are the black seeds.   "These wimpy seedless watermelons are no fun at all," she told me not too long ago.  That's because the entire point of watermelons are the seed-spitting contests! ...

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Polishing and Fluffing in Anticipation

Polishing and Fluffing in Anticipation

I've been tidying up -- polishing silver, directing Cinderella, and even doing a bit of dusting here and there -- while Nyel has been planning menus and ordering last minute food items!  Charlie is on his way up from Los Angeles and the Willard...

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Here come the holidays!

Here come the holidays!

Nyel (who follows these sorts of things) tells me that roast chicken is going to be the centerpiece of most Thanksgiving meals this year  So says the internet. That won't be a change from "the usual" for us.  We've been a family of two for...

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From Fauerbach to Oysterville!

From Fauerbach to Oysterville!

This morning I woke up to a lovely greeting from Manfred Marx who lives in Fauerbach, Germany.  He was writing in response to my blog of yesterday regarding his cousin Tucker's story about Camp Tagum.  This is what Manfred said:  A Great Story from...

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Voilà!  Valentine Visitors!

Voilà! Valentine Visitors!

I do believe they are our closest cousins -- not relationship-wise, but residence-wise.*  But only for part of the year which accounts for a big part of why we don't see them as much as we'd like. Virg and Cheryl Kocher (she's the relative --...

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