In case you haven't been keeping up -- yesterday I noticed that a "Joe Espy" from Idaho had signed the Guest Register at the Oysterville Church. I hadn't been home most of the day and wondered if he might have knocked at my door. Yes, as a matter...
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...
Saturday, February 17, 2024 If you are one of my faithful (or even not-so-faithful) blog readers or a follower of my "Saints or Sinners?" stories in the Observer you are likely acquainted with my Great Aunt Dora. I credit her with my interest in...
My cousin Alex Schreiber and I speak of many things when we get together. We talk about our family -- his grandfather Willard and my mother Dale were brother and sister, making Alex and me first cousins once removed and our children first cousins,...
I haven't blogged about "Friday Night" here at the house for quite a while -- probably for more than a year. But when Tucker's picture arrived this morning, it so captured the warmth and feeling of last evening's gathering that I felt the need to...
It came as a bit of a shock to me the other day to realize that I am now the oldest living descendent of the H.A. Espy Family -- maybe even of the R.H. Espy Family, YIKES! My grandfather, Harry Albert Espy was Robert Hamilton Espy's second son. ...
I don't know whether to celebrate our togetherness or to lament the burgeoning burden of bureaucracy here in our little village of Oysterville. Time was when families got together on Memorial Day weekend to celebrate the end of winter, the...
Oysterville is gearing up for Memorial Day Weekend -- the biggest weekend of the year here in our little village. Traditionally, it has been when families gather together to clean up the cemetery and decorate the graves of our forebears. ...
Someone in my past -- my mother? my grandmother? -- used to give a deep sigh about whatever was annoying her and say, "This will be the bane of my existence!" I do believe it was often my wretched curly hair which one or the other of them was...
I couldn't quite imagine why my friends Harry and Linda were emailing me a copy of this week's Parade Magazine from the Oregonian. But, a few lines into the editorial and I KNEW! Our Oysterville Red House Cousins were in the news! Again! It...
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...
Of the four daughters of Helen and Harry Espy of Oysterville, my mother was the youngest. Oldest was Medora (1899-1916), then Suzita (1903-1932), then Muriel who we all knew as Mona (1904-1970). Only Mona was still living when I was born and it...