Oysterville Meetings and Other Matters

Aug 14, 2013 | 4 comments

Oysterville Business Meeting

Oysterville Business Meeting

As we walked toward the post office the other morning – Nyel taking in the surroundings and me on another planet – he said, “There’s the boss and the big boss.”  He was referring to our soon-to-be-newest-neighbor Cyndy and her building consultant, Steve, who were conferring at their “conference table” – the hood of a pickup parked in the lane.

Such meeting arrangements are commonplace on construction sites, of course, but in Oysterville there doesn’t have to be a building in progress for there to be a conversation in the road.  (And, lest you don’t know, our lanes are, in fact, public thoroughfares.)  In fact, when two cars driven by neighbors are headed in opposite directions and they stop to have a window-to-window conversation in the middle of the street, we call that an “Oysterville Meeting.”

When one or both of the parties is on foot and there is a pause to exchange the latest information, it doesn’t constitute a true ‘Meeting.’  Not until a third party or even a fourth joins in and the street begins to get clotted up.  If a vehicle happens along, we might edge over to one side or another and wave them around. If we are really engrossed, traffic may have to come to standstill for a few moments.  No one seems to mind.

Plotting and Planning

Planning at their “Conference Table”

When I interrupted Cyndy and Steve to take their picture, I found that they were looking at a gorgeous coffee-table book of house interiors by an architect that they both admire.  They were discussing lighting possibilities and Cyndy was aglow with plans and ideas.  I find her excitement contagious, especially since we’ve already had a good exposure to construction fever watching progress across the way at the Wachsmuth place.

As we continued on our way, I thought about how pleasant the construction noises sounded in the background.  They prompted thoughts of progress and life in the village – reassuring thoughts that reminded me, at least in feeling, of the distant sound of children’s shouts and laughter coming from the schoolyard in years past.  Since the school closed in 1957, though, those pleasurable background noises have been missing in Oysterville.  Who could imagine that the sound of hammers could fill that void, even a little bit?

4 Comments

  1. Stephanie Frieze

    It would be nice is a young family or two moved into Oysterville. I think it would be a lovely place to raise a child!

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  2. Bradley Huson

    Sydney – next time you see my Mother please don’t tell her that she could have spent $75.00 on a “coffee table book” instead of spending over 100k sending me to an institution of higher learning.

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  3. April

    Eggs are cheaper in the country and so are local “designers”.

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    • sydney

      I’m not too sure about that, April. Maybe you should substitute “in Oysterville” for “in the country.” I was just noticing that the Moby Dick sells eggs for $5.00 a dozen. YIKES. Ours which are free range (and I don’t think theirs are) sell for $3.00 a dozen. Is Oysterville more “country” than Nahcotta? LOL

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