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Oysterville Daybook Archives

“Past Perfect” — and indeed it was!

“Past Perfect” — and indeed it was!

During the last half of his long life, my uncle Willard Espy worked periodically on a book about his own growing-up years in Oysterville.  The tentative title was "Past Perfect" and each time he was out here on vacation from his home in New York,...

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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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At long last!  It’s Dahlia Season in Oysterville!

At long last! It’s Dahlia Season in Oysterville!

It's been a weird year garden-wise here at my place.  Almost all the flowers came late and began to fade away almost as soon as they had time to say "hello."  At first I thought it was because summer took its time to arrive and then gave us too...

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I’m All Done In and It Wasn’t The Gin!

I’m All Done In and It Wasn’t The Gin!

No!  Unlike whoever Eliza Doolittle was talking about, it wasn't the gin that done me in.  It was the kuzzins -- Kris Jones and her brother Bruce Jones.  (We didn't even have any gin.)  And, besides that, they aren't my kuzzins.  They are first...

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Not on your tintype or in a month of Sundays

Not on your tintype or in a month of Sundays

I can't remember who said what yesterday, but whoever and whatever it was (or they were) prompted my rather adamant thought:  "Not on your tintype!"  Wow!  Where did THAT come from?  It's an expression my dad used occasionally but I hadn't thought...

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My First Cousins

My First Cousins

I once had nine first cousins -- seven on the Espy side and two on the Little side.  For most of our lives we have lived far apart but I consider myself lucky, indeed, to have known all of them -- both on their home turf and on my own and lucky,...

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Cuzzin Ralph Confronts the Crouches.

Cuzzin Ralph Confronts the Crouches.

So many folks have asked me how I thought the ghosts of the unrighteous Reverend Crouch and his once-upon-a-time bride Sarah would react when Cuzzin Ralph came to spend a day or two.  It's not that Ralph hasn't been here before -- many times in...

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Another Naked Turkey Story!

Another Naked Turkey Story!

Some years ago,when I was nine, I wrote a story called "The Naked Turkey" for the Children's section of the Oakland Tribune.  It was my first published work and was life-changing -- but not in a way you might imagine.  You can read it in my blog of...

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Oh no!  Not more treasures!

Oh no! Not more treasures!

"Self," I said to myself... "It's high time to get on with this downsizing project!"  It's a project Nyel and I began several years ago with an eye to leaving the house in understandable condition when it's our time to shuffle off. "Understandable"...

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When considering the alternatives…

When considering the alternatives…

... our corner of the world really does look like a better place this morning.  The sun is shining. Friends and loved ones are sending cheering thoughts to Nyel (and to me!).  Even the chickens seemed glad that Farmer Nyel is home and I think they...

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My crowning glory?  Not so much.

My crowning glory? Not so much.

My grandmother felt that a woman's hair was "her crowning glory" and,  was full of advice for her eldest daughter, Medora -- even by letter when Medora was away at boarding school.  In this note, written on November 2,  1914, she said:  I do hope...

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all growed up and…

all growed up and…

  I loved the movie "Honeysuckle Rose," mostly because I'm a huge Willie Nelson fan. Besides introducing the song "On the Road Again," I remember the film for a few words spoken by Amy Irving (as Lily Ramsey), "I'm all growed up and furred...

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