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Oysterville Daybook Archives

Maybe I should dust more often.

Maybe I should dust more often.

As she aged, my mother would occasionally explain her lapses in perfect housekeeping by saying, "An old house like this really needs a bit of dust -- as a patina, you know."  Brilliant!  And I've used the same line a number of times, myself -- the...

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Sunday Evening With The Skamokawa Swamp Opera!

Sunday Evening With The Skamokawa Swamp Opera!

They were fabulous!  They played our favorites, their favorites (which were also our favorites, new pieces ( which are our new favorites) and old standbys (and we sang along.) It was a SRO crowd -- many long-time Andrew Emlen fans -- from his Lewis...

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‘leventy thousand kinks and loops… and counting!

‘leventy thousand kinks and loops… and counting!

One thing Nyel didn't believe in stinting on was garden hoses.  We have 33,408 square feet of lawn. (Yikes!  Could that be right?) And we three hose bibs -- one each on the south, east, and north sides of the house.  It was Nyel's belief that we...

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Was it something I said?

Was it something I said?

For the first time in all my memories of this house and of all those who know that mi casa es su casa, this is the very first year that we've arrived in mid-May without a single barn swallow making its nest here -- not out in the "kitchen garden"...

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And out of the blue, a call from Jeff Quigley!

And out of the blue, a call from Jeff Quigley!

I haven't laughed so much for a long time -- maybe not since Jeff and John Snyder and I were all teaching at Ocean Park School.  John and I had the two rooms (actually one big L at the south end of the building) and Jeff taught Special Ed out in...

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In case you were wondering… it’s our turn now!

In case you were wondering… it’s our turn now!

What's the best story you remember hearing about an adventure (or maybe a disaster) from your mom or dad's childhood?  Was it ever written down?  I was thinking the other day about a story my mom told me -- maybe more than once.  It was one she...

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I really have to laugh…

I really have to laugh…

I forgot all about the aurora borealis the other night.  Carol told me that Tucker woke her up to see it (them?) -- egads!  is this another of those pronoun things!?  But they didn't call me and I guess I'm just as glad. I've been busy and it...

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May 12th!  Celebrating  Mom, Dad, and Me!!

May 12th! Celebrating Mom, Dad, and Me!!

Before I became a mother, myself, whenever Mother's Day fell on May 12th it was a double celebration in our family.  My father was born on May 12, 1909. and so Mother's Day or not, we always celebrated.  And a must was chocolate cake -- the...

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Carol and Hulda and Lilacs and Me!!

Carol and Hulda and Lilacs and Me!!

Today had been long awaited -- a trip to the Hulda Klager Lilac Gardens in Woodland with my good friend and neighbor Carol.  It was my birthday treat to her -- long overdue because the gardens are only open for the 23 days just prior to and...

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And now it’s the Cannon Season!

And now it’s the Cannon Season!

Even when the sun is shining and the sky is blue and the rhododendrons are out in all their glory, there is still a little bit of historic ambiance missing here in Oysterville until the cannon is escorted out of its winter quarters.  And today was...

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COULDA, SHOULDA, WOULDA

COULDA, SHOULDA, WOULDA

I COULDA WASHED WINDOWS OR CLEANED MY OFFICE OR DONE SOMETHING SENSIBLE TODAY. i SHOULDA FELT GUILTY THAT I JUST GOOFED OFF WITH CUZZINS CHERYL AND VIRG. I WOULDA DONE SOME OF THE ABOVE BUT I'M MUCH TOO SENSIBLE TO WASTE A DAY LIKE TODAY ON...

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