Oysterville Daybook Archives

How many zooms until purrfection?

How many zooms until purrfection?

We zoom every Sunday night -- Charlie, Marta, Nyel and me.  And Charlie's cats, Lupe and Rosencrantz.  It's a date we've been keeping for at least a year and a half (except for Rosencrantz who just joined the fun this past summer.)  I wouldn't say...

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The Best Laid Plans…

The Best Laid Plans…

We learned yesterday afternoon that the long-awaited visit by my cousin Alex and his friend Katie will not be happening after all.  Their August 19th Alaska Airlines flight from Chicago to Portland has been cancelled -- "not enough support crew to...

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The Blessings of Becoming Old

The Blessings of Becoming Old

My mother used to talk about "the secrets of old age" which were mostly those by-products of aging that people in her generation never talked about -- chin whiskers and thinning hair for women, for instance.  But, she never really talked about the...

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The Beatles got it bassackwards!

The Beatles got it bassackwards!

My son Charlie is 64 today!!  And, absolutely, Sir James, I still love him -- unequivocably and forever.   Speaking of which, I'm thinking that it's been about forever since we spent his birthday together.  Maybe even since he went off to college...

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Flowers Galore!  It’s Happy Mother’s Day!

Flowers Galore! It’s Happy Mother’s Day!

Wow!  For a moment there I thought Marta had finally done it!  Cloned herself with me as the beneficiary! On my doorstep were two (count 'em, two!) identical FTD Florist Boxes.  Each contained a precious -- also identical -- message from my darling...

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A Flowery February Friday!

A Flowery February Friday!

Last night's "usual" Friday gathering was festive, fragrant, and generally fantastic!  Lively conversation, a good mix of "regulars" and "once-in-a-whilers" and food to die for -- as I had hoped, the perfect birthday celebration! Prompted by our...

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Sunday Night Call

Sunday Night Call

Every Sunday night at seven o'clock, everything stops around here for the weekly conference call with Charlie and Marta.  Sometimes Nyel joins in but usually he leaves the conversation to the three of us -- Charlie talking from L.A., Marta from...

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The Portrait of Marta’s Papa

The Portrait of Marta’s Papa

I don't think Marta began calling him "Papa" until later.  As I recall, when she was five or six, he was still "daddy."  No matter.  She adored him and the feeling was mutual. One afternoon at his Walnut Creek home – the basement apartment of a...

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Say what?  Oysterville, Connecticut?

Say what? Oysterville, Connecticut?

My cousin Craig called last night from his home in upstate New York. Craig Little, PhD; recently retired sociology/anthropology professor from SUNY (State University of New York) Cortland; the eldest of my father's two nephews and, in one of those...

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The Cuzzins Come Calling!

The Cuzzins Come Calling!

It's one of those "just like yesterday" visits, yet we think it's been two years since Cheryl and Virg have been here.  We were SO pleased when they responded to our "it's been a long, long time" invitation and said they'd be able to come for a...

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… should you care to accept it…

… should you care to accept it…

I am so enjoying the interviewing and researching process involved in my current Observer series, "Our Grands and Greats."  I am blown away by how much (but sometimes how little) those I interview know about their forebears.  I've just completed...

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Marta and Charlie and Charlie’s Tchotchkes

Marta and Charlie and Charlie’s Tchotchkes

For the four decades (1940s-1970s) that I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area, Northern California and Southern California were worlds apart.  Different climates, different lifestyles, and a "fur piece" to travel.  So, we seldom did, even though we...

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