Oysterville Daybook Archives

Yesterday I spent with my grandmother…

Yesterday I spent with my grandmother…

No sooner had I turned on the bedside lamp and checked the time yesterday morning than the power went out!  Damn!  And I had overslept, too.  I'd be hard pressed to get through my long list of "todo's" even without all the amenities... like a...

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And way before me was my Uncle Willard!

And way before me was my Uncle Willard!

Just when I think that I've turned over every scrap of the "family papers" to the Washington State Research Center, I seem to run into something else.  Today it was a story that my Uncle Willard Espy ("Wede" t0 friends and family) wrote  for a...

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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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From a book that never came to be…

From a book that never came to be…

I ran across a fat folder of typewritten pages -- some apparently in order, some definitely missing, and all with crossed out sentences and margin notes in my Uncle Willard's handwriting.  I believe that they are part of one (or more) drafts about...

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NOW WHY I ASK YOU

NOW WHY I ASK YOU

Now why I ask you Do won and won make too And why I ask some more Do too and too make for And why I further state Do for and for make ate? Won too for ate they go But why I do not know. --Willard Espy Downsizing in this household is endlessly fun! ...

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Maybe it’s not too late.

Maybe it’s not too late.

As I read yet another interesting bit of misinformation about my family -- this time on a FB posting -- I wished I had a nickel for every incorrect piece of news, history, rumor or piece of hearsay that I've run across in print. It used to be that...

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He didn’t suffer fools gladly.

He didn’t suffer fools gladly.

My Uncle Willard was thoughtful, kind, and unfailingly understanding.  But he did not suffer fools gladly, no matter what Paul had to say in his letters to the Church at Corinth (The Holy Bible, King James Version: 2nd Corinthians 11:1-21).  When a...

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I was wrong!  And I’m so glad I was! (i think)

I was wrong! And I’m so glad I was! (i think)

For years I've harbored a teeny tiny bit of jealousy for a number of disparate people -- my mother, Isaac Asimov, Virginia Williams Jones, and every single one of Willard's grandchildren among others.   And the reason?  My venerable uncle Willard...

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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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Due Diligence with Capital D’s

Due Diligence with Capital D’s

The 12"x 12"x 5½" box arrived by priority mail day before yesterday.  It was heavy -- $21.90 worth of heavy -- and mailed from Seattle by Marilyn Nero.  Perhaps you remember her?  She and her husband Mark Nero ran the Cranberry Press which had an...

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about teeth and siblings…

about teeth and siblings…

"Do you still have all your own teeth?" After a prolonged absence, it was the first question my mother and her brother Willard asked one another when they'd get together -- especially as they aged.  Willard died in 1999 at the venerable age of 88...

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Sheltering or Hunkering?

Sheltering or Hunkering?

In an ordinary year, a hundred inches of rain fall on grandpa's village; we have mutated until we breathe with comfort air that is half water, or water that is half air.  I suspect that if the Peninsula were to sink beneath our feet, a mishap that...

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