Who goes around comes around?

April 8th, 2024

Oysterville Church, January 2019

Tonight when I went to close up the church, I took a minute to check the guest register.  It was such an uninviting day that I wondered…  But, yes!  We’d had at least two visitors today and two yesterday — perhaps more, for everyone doesn’t sign in.  And,  much to my surprise,  one of the guests was a “Joe Espy.”  From Idaho.

We don’t have a “Joe” in our immediate family.  Not among the first or second cousins either — at least not that I’m aware of.  I wished I’d been in town but it was one of those errand-running days, so even if Joe came and knocked on our door, there was no possibility of connecting,

On the other hand, Cousin David is at the Red House I think.  If I see him tomorrow, I’ll ask him what he knows. Meanwhile, there’s always good ol’ Google,  So, I asked how many people are there in the U,S. with the surname Espy. There were about a gazillion answers  (or, in some cases “almost” answers) to that question and, as you might imagine, a good number of them came from ancestry.com.

But as I scrolled down the screen, the seventh or eighth entry looked very familiar indeed.  And, wouldn’t you know, it was from that sydneyofoysterville.com site!  (Here’s the link if you want to check it out: https://sydneyofoysterville.com/2015/espys-the-name-e-s-p-y/)  It even included the Espy Coat of Arms.  I remember writing that blog some time ago but it never occurred to me that someday it would be used to answer my own question — though, truth to tell, it was a little off the point.  But isn’t a lot of information on Google a little off the mark?

R.H. Espy House – Oysterville, WA

So.. now I’m meeting myself coming and going.  Not a surprise to those of you who have known me for a while.  And after all, whether ye be a-comin or a-goin’ in Oysterville, it’s pretty hard to get very lost!

About ten days from now…

April 7th, 2024

I spent an hour or so this morning with my new webmaster, fine-tuning and double-checking my soon-to-be-revealed updated website.  I really like it and hope you will, too.  It is very much simpler than the present site — just three main parts, really — A short welcome/introduction from me (which you can skip if you already know me!) my blogsite, and a section about my books — descriptions, where they can be purchased etc. which you can also skip.  My blog will still be accessible on Facebook or directly from my Website each day.  AND, you will be able to search on any of my previous blogs by entering a single word (any word you remember — like “chickens”) and up will come every blog in which that word was used!  Wow!

As I think about that particular feature, I’m wondering how many discrepancies in my information we’ll find.  I know for a fact that over the fourteen years I’ve been blogging, I’ve learned new historical facts and have probably incorporated them into newer blogs.  So, the question is: do I go back and correct earlier “mistakes” or leave them as an example of how continued research helps you fine-tune the historic picture? I imagine it will be a case-by-case decision and I hope that some of the history buffs among my readers can help me out with the “consistency versus evolution” discrepancies as they make themselves known!

The website, overall, is simpler and less-cluttered feeling – or at least it seems so to me.  I can scarcely wait until the unveiling to learn what you think!  Bottom line, of course — my blog, The Oysterville Daybook, will remain much as it has always been except for the ‘search’ enhancement.  I think we are scheduled to go “live” around the 17th of April.  Fingers crossed!

 

Such Great Stories About Wrecks’n’Rescues!

April 6th, 2024

L to R — Michael Lemeshko, Phil Allen, Doug Knutzen, Sydney Stevens — all speakers at the April History Forum

If you weren’t at the Oysterville Schoolhouse Wednesday morning, or even if you were, be sure to check out the youtube presentation of the Pacific County History Forum 4-3-2024.  Such great stories!  Among those who attended were a couple of Willapa Bay Artists in Residence, one of whom wrote afterwards:   Thank you so much for the heads up on the History Forum today. I found it so interesting and informative. What a unique gathering of minds and memories. 

And,  if you are in Oysterville within the next few days, look over the fence into our yard (or walk down the lane for a bit) and check out our old pear tree that is in full bloom and is really quite spectacular.  Kathleen Davies was going to come by yesterday or today to take its picture for her Heritage Fruit Tree Project.  I’m not sure how old the tree is, but my mother said it has “always” been there which I take to mean that it was planted by the Crellins shortly after they built the house in 1869.  I believe that it was one of a number of fruit trees that were planted in that southeastern part of the yard — “the orchard” my grandmother called that area, though I don’t remember any other fruit trees there during my lifetime.

Our Pear Tree – April 5, 2024

In any event, Kathleen has been taking pictures of the tree at each stage of its development.  It does still give us fruit –pears (bosc I think) as hard as rocks.  The birds don’t even try them — they seem to know that they are beak-benders.  My grandmother, then my mother, then Nyel, all used my grandmother’s recipe for pickled pears which, in my opinion, helps them not one little bit.  The deer seem to like them, though, (the raw ones, not the pickled ones) and I long ago told them to come and eat their fill.

And, still along the lines of heritage and history, the Pacific County Historical Society’s annual meeting will be held in Raymond on April 14th with Roy Nott as guest speaker.   Roy told about his 40 years with Weyerhauser — many of those years in our Naselle area — at our February Forum on Logging.  That’s where Steve Rogers, PCHS President, met him and prevailed upon him to share some of his stories and information in an upcoming Sou’wester as well as at the Raymond gathering.   Yay Steve!  Yay Roy!  Yay History Forum!

 

 

 

 

 

It’s all about perspective!

April 5th, 2024

Oysterville Sky, Thursday Evening, April 4th — Photo by Cyndy Hayward

Truth to tell… I completely missed this fabulous sunset sky last night.  My neighbor, Cyndy, often walks her dog along the bayside path in front of our house and last evening, this was her spectacular reward!  And mine, too — vicariously.  I was actually in the kitchen and the windows look out at the church in the same direction but, apparently, the perspective was all wrong.  My view showed a small patch of dark blue sky with white clouds but mostly the darkening woods behind the church.  Obviously, it pays to go out, back off, and look up!

Getting the picture in my mail this morning was a good reminder about sorting out what’s important and what’s not — all of which, ultimately depends upon your perspective.  It’s that glass half-empty-half-full thing.  And, of course, it’s necessary to put yourself in a position to have a bit of perspective in the first place.  I think that’s what some of us elders forget to do sometimes.

Understandable, yes.  Our sight dims.  Our hearing fades.  Our mobility becomes more difficult.  And somehow our perspective becomes oh so much more all-about-us.  (And do I hear Nyel’s voice saying softly, “Speak for yourself, Sydney.”)  Never did he actually say that, but always his vision was outward, not inward.  Without his daily example, I am even more appreciative of the gentle reminders from my friends and loved ones.  Thank you, Cyndy (and Mimi), for a renewed perspective!

 

One time, not so long ago, I was fired…

April 4th, 2024

Oysterville Schoolhouse 2008

I’ve spent the last hour or so reading all the “school news” in the Chinook Observer — way more than I really care about and even more that I don’t fully understand.  For one thing, back in the dark ages (from 1961 to 2001) I don’t think either of the School Districts I worked for — Hayward Unified in California and Ocean Beach here — had a Human Resources Department or even a Human Resources Person.   I’m not entirely sure what that is — someone who deals with homo sapiens rather than with bots?  In any case, the word “fired” wasn’t really used in the paper,  but I’m thinking that an enforced resignation comes close to the same thing. and since it sounded as if both sides were in agreement, I was left wondering what all the consternation was about.

I couldn’t help but think back a few years when — during the time that we were slowly recovering from the pandemic —  I was “fired.”  Yep.  Right there in black and white on an email because I had been too outspoken.  Never mind that I refused follow an “order” that I felt would put people in jeopardy — the circumstances really aren’t germane.  What is to the point, I was a volunteer, and as I replied to the email from person-in-charge, ‘it’s hard to fire a volunteer.’  Plus I was here at Ground Zero and knew what we were up against; I have no idea where the firing squad was. It’s difficult to know with emails.

Anyway, the articles in the paper saddened me.  You would think that “educators” of all people, could sit down together and rationally decide how to solve a problem.  And, if the problem has been going on for some time, as the articles indicate, why hasn’t it been dealt with before?  Another case of Oh let’s not air our dirty laundry in public?  Or fear of a messy lawsuit?  Or a desire by school leadership to save face in our small community?

Oysterville Schoolhouse circa 1880

But, it seems that even our schools have gone corporate. (Says the web:  When it comes to business, going corporate means to create a body of systems: policies, models, frameworks, procedures. Going corporate means being organized, knowing how things work, and intentionally choosing to operate in a way that gets results. )  Here in the Ocean Beach School District, of all places, we are small enough that we should be able to deal with one another as human beings, not as appropriate paragraphs in a procedural manual.

I hope this situation will be a wake-up call to us all.  We need to hold our administrators, educators (and our students!) to high standards and. as community members. we need to stay well informed about what is going on in our schools.  Our responsibilities don’t end with passing bond issues.  Besides paying taxes, we need to pay attention.  Most of us aren’t in danger of being fired or having to face a Human Resources guru.  We are actually volunteers and we can’t be fired.  So let’s get more involved and speak out when it seems important.

Hope you were there! It was terrific!

April 3rd, 2024

Phil Allen talks about his great-grandfather, the ship-wrecked Billy Begg. Looking on from l to r: Michael Lemeshko, Doug Knutzen, me.

The History Forum met at the Oysterville Schoolhouse this morning — our next to last meeting for this Sept ’23 – May ’24 season.  The subject:   Wrecks’n’Rescues — the main speakers Michael Lemeshko, Phil Allen, Doug Knutzen and me (a little bit.)  For the wrecks part, our focus was on a few of the wrecks that have most obviously had a direct and lasting impact on the Peninsula.  When you consider that there have been at least 2,000 large ships wrecked in the area of the Columbia River Bar and over 700 lives lost (and that’s not counting fishing boats or fishermen), picking and choosing was difficult.

Both Michael and I talked about the Strathblane — I, because one of the rescued crew members was 16-year-old Jack Payne (who miraculously became 19 when he hit the beach!), vowed never to return to the sea, and stayed on the Peninsula long enough to share honors with George Hibbert for getting the Chinook Observer under way. And the Observer has certainly been a force in our history for more than a century!  Michael talked about the direct influence the 1891 wreck of the Strathblane had on getting the North Head Lighthouse built — long talked about, but finally acted upon after the ill-fated end of the British ship.

The Alice, wrecked January 15, 1909.

And there was more — Isabelle le Coquille who came here the summer of 2018 looking for the rest of her grandfather’s story,  He had been rescued from the French ship Alice in 1909 but the story he told his family years later was quite different from the way it is remembered here at the beach!  Isabelle and I are still Facebook friends and, though her return trip to the Peninsula was interrupted by the pandemic, she still hopes to return to get to the bottom of granpère’s story.

Phil Allen, the great-great grandson of Adelaide and Will Taylor (of the Taylor Hotel in Ocean Park) told about his great-grandfather Billy Begg’s rescue from the Glenmorag of Glasgow, how he fell in love with young Maud Taylor and stayed here on the Peninsula.  Many of Maud and Billy’s descendants still live in the area.  Phil talked about his boyhood treks out on the beach with his great-grandfather who would pace off so many steps, tell Phil to “dig!” and there would be the Glenmorag’s bow!

“The Life Line” by Winslow Homer — showing breeches buoy

And, finally Doug Knutzen, founder and current president of the South Pacific County Technical Team talked about some of the old equipment used in the rescues we’d been discussing — the Lyle gun and the breeches buoy, in particular, and how they have been adapted and improved upon for modern rescue purposes.  He told about some of the new rescue techniques that are being developed for new situations, and answered numerous questions from interested, admiring Forum members.

It was super!  Hope you were there.  If not, don’t miss next month’s Forum — the last until next Fall.

Beware Of The Jumping Mouse!

April 2nd, 2024

Jumping Mouse Disabled

There is nothing quite so frustrating as a jumping mouse.  I’m not speaking here of the warm-blooded variety of which there are several.  I’m speaking of those semi-animate critters whose long tail is actually an electrical cord which ultimately plugs into a port on your computer.  THAT sort of mouse!

Usually they are docile sorts of creatures, eager to do your bidding.  But occasionally they run amok.  You’ll be typing (or keyboarding or whatever the current buzz-term is) along, perhaps copying a passage from something else and not paying attention to the computer screen.  When, finally, you do pause to take a look, you find that you’ve not typed a thing for quite a spell.  But you know you did.  So where is it?  And come to think of it, where is the damned cursor?

Often, you’ll find the words buried within other words several paragraphs earlier.  Now those former lines have become gibberish and your most recent pearls of wisdom are fast evaporating from consciousness.  It’s more than annoying.  I was sure that it wasn’t just me… but what was it?  A virus?  A worm?  A bot gone mad?  So, without much hope, I looked it up.  (Good ol’ Google!)

A Furry Jumping Mouse

This is what I found:  According to a survey, mouse jumping around is often related to faulty hardware including mouse, USB port, and cable. In addition, an outdated device driver, improper touchpad settings, mouse pointer, and even malware are responsible for cursor jumps around.  YIKES!  That sounded way complicated, but for less than the cost of an inexpensive lunch, I replaced my mouse and (so far): problem solved!

As an added bonus during my Google search, I found out that there is a warm-blooded furry creature also known as a Jumping Mouse.    The meadow jumping mouse (Zapus hudsonius) is the most widely distributed mouse in the family Zapodudae. Its range extends from the Atlantic coast in the east to the Great Plains west, and from the arctic tr ee lines in Canada and Alaska to the north, and Georgia, Alabama, Arizona, and New Mexico   to the south…  The most interesting characteristic of the meadow jumping mouse is its saltatorial powers. Quimby states that there is large disagreement, dating back to 1899, as to how high the jumping mouse can actually jump. In 1899 Preble documented that the meadow jumping mouse can jump six to eight feet when disturbed, and in some instances it may be able to jump further.

Western Jumping Mouse

And there’s more, much more.  I’m so glad my jumping mouse could be unplugged.  I don’t know if I have a chair or stool high enough to stand on to avoid an eight-foot jumper of the furry variety!

My First (and last) April Fool’s Lesson

April 1st, 2024

Daddy and Me — Easter in Oysterville, 1939

I must have been seven or eight when I played my one and only April Fool’s trick — on my dignified, Bostonian father, of all people!  It wasn’t that he didn’t have a sense of humor  — he did.  But probably not when the joke was on him.  And definitely not regarding the sanctity of his morning coffee.

I, of course, was gormless and when I asked my mom if she would help me substitute salt for the sugar in the bowl on the breakfast room table, I definitely didn’t take any gentle hints from her that this would NOT be a good idea.  I’m sure I stuck stubbornly to the thought that this would be a great joke on Daddy, and I waited eagerly for him to join us before dashing off to work.

He was NOT amused.  I’m sure my mother had another cup AND some sugar ready and waiting, but I only remember how small I felt and how miserable that I had upset my father.  It’s another one of those memories that surfaces every year on this date — and every time I wish I’d told him how sorry I was.  But I don’t think I ever did.

Nor did I ever play such a trick, at least not knowingly, on anyone again.  It was my first “lesson” in empathy — the first time (at least that I remember) that I viscerally thought of how someone else saw things.  I can’t say that the lesson always “stuck.”   Certainly not in its broadest sense.  But I’m quite sure I never played another April Fool’s Day trick on anyone and still feel that it’s a mean, not funny, way to “celebrate” a day.

Sue! Leigh! Kitt! Are you paying attention?

March 30th, 2024

Mystery Book Club Founders: Gordon, Kay, Sydney, Carol – 2009

On March 30, 2010 I wrote in my Blog that I had joined a new Mystery Book Club — though that in itself is a bit of a mystery. In another blog I have a picture of the “Mystery Book Club Founders” which is dated 2009. It was a small group — just Gordon Schoewe, Kay Buesing,  Carol Nordquist, and myself. Soon, though we were joined by Sue Grennan and Leigh Wilson and, later, more folks still.

I think my attendance began to get spotty after four or five years. I don’t even remember much about the books that we read — except that Gordon suggested The Red House Mystery by A. A. Milne.  Despite Milne being the creator of Winnie-the-Pooh — one of my all time favorite books — his Red House Mystery was really dreadful.  (I can’t remember if Gordon ever conceded that the rest of us were right about that!)

That didn’t stop us, though, but truth-to-tell we had more fun giving one another a hard time and poking fun at some of the books than we did in serious discussion.  (Or maybe that was just me.)  I don’t remember if some of us were already Louise Penny fans or if we happened upon her later.  What I do know is that a group of us — Bill and Sue Grennan, Kitt Fleming, Nyel and I went on a sort of Louise Penny pilgrimage to the Eastern Townships in Canada.  We visited a number of places which, according to information sent to Bill by her Assistant, were inspirational in creating her imaginary village of Three Pines.

Sydney at “Three Pines” – 2016

That trip was in 2016 and we loved it all.  We talk about going back and visiting the places we might have missed but I seriously doubt that we will.  It was one of those adventures that you could never duplicate and, if you tried, you’d no doubt be disappointed.  Kitt, Sue, Bill and I are still big Louise Penny (and Armand Gamache) fans.   And, of course, we still talk books when we get together.

I wonder if anyone in the Pacific County History Forum would be interested in forming a Local History Book Club?   I can see great possibilities for outings and walking tours and museum visits…  And so many books to choose from, fiction as well as non-fiction!  Hmmm. Food for thought…

Forums & Friendship & Ferries, Oh My!!!

March 28th, 2024

Steamers Shamrock and Reliable — Passenger Ferries on Willapa Bay in the early 20th century

This is one of those Connect-the-Dots blogs.  The first item concerns the Pacific County History Forum and its final focus for the year — transportation.  (This is NOT next week’s Forum which is about Wrecks’N’Rescues.  This is a Planning-Ahead-to-May concern)

As many of you know, I give full credit (and blame) to Jim Sayce for getting me (and lots of others) into our love affair with history — with Pacific County history,  specifically.  Before he got all involved with making a living and being responsible, he often contributed to groups interested in pursuing local history.  He knows a bunch of stuff but where he really shines is in the matter of transportation — roads and bridges and where they were and why they aren’t there now and all sorts of things like that.

So, when I saw him on the front page of yesterday’s paper in his capacity as Port of Willapa Harbor Manager holding a map of bike routes  (of course!!!) in Pacific County and apparently discussing with a group of UW business students and the EDC the feasibility of having a “modest ferry servicing passengers and cyclists on Willapa Bay” and that it  looks to be “financially feasible,” I perked right up!  Wouldn’t it be grand if Jim could come and talk to the History Forum about such a project during our May gathering?

Jim Sayce, Port of Willapa Harbor Manager considers bike trails and bay ferry feasibilities.

More than one history buff has asked me about the old steamers, the Shamrock and the Reliable that served as passenger ferries and mail boats during my mother’s generation.  I never really thought of them as “ferries” but, of course, they were.  Passenger ferries!  I love to hear what lessons, if any, the students from UW’s Foster School of and the Pacific County Economic Development Council took from those earlier “ferries.”  And how can those of us who think it a great idea be helpful in making it happen?

So… here comes the Friendship part of this blog title.  If you are a friend of Jim’s (or a friend of ferries or of the History Forum) see if you can get in touch with him and ask him if he can’t figure out a way to come and talk with us on May 1st?  “When we’re gone, Sydney, who’s going to tell the stories?” he asked me fifteen years or so ago.  But, Jim!  We aren’t gone yet.  Come and share this fabulous story with us!