Today was the day that I was to Get Things Done. It said so on my calendar in my own handwriting. And so I did -- but not at all as expected! At the top of my list was to call my old friend Nancy Lloyd which I did, but had to leave a message. ...
As promised, Fred arrived a bit early on Sunday. He and Vicki unloaded and unloaded and unloaded their vehicle -- three guitars, one banjo, one dobro, one mandolin -- plus his spiffy ipad that has all the words. a stool of just the right height...
The chairs were filled with expectant guests. The table was laden with delicious-looking pot-luck offerings. And singer-songwriter Larry Murante sang two fabulous sets -- the first filled with his own beloved songs including many from his four...
Yesterday marked the 107th House Concert hosted in this old house in Oysterville! That's "quite a many" as my mother would say! In some ways, that's hard to believe. Each one has been unique. Each one memorable. And each has added to the...
Who'da thunk that I'd be looking forward to blustery old November with such excitement? And even before the holidays begin!! (Although I have to say that I did see some Christmas fruh-frah for sale at the Ocean Park drug store yesterday and had...
Yesterday's House Concert with Mary Flower, Spud Siegel and Doc Stein was perfect in every single way. Mary, described by Hipfish as a "Finger Picking Artist" and Spud, mandolin (and pocket trumpet!) player extraordinaire, were everything the...
In all the years (22+ probably) that we've been hosting House Concerts here at the White House in Oysterville, today we had the first ever experience of having to cancel the day before the event. One of the musicians, Randal Bays, called me at...
I freely admit it. I am house proud. I love this old home of my grandparents. It's where my mother and her siblings grew up. It's where I spent the summers of my childhood and the best years of my adulthood. It has been a playground, a...
In my mind, it was only twenty minutes until the musicians and thirty guests were scheduled to arrive for yesterday's House Concert. But it may have been more like ten miutes... or forty. No matter. Plumbers don't work on Sunday and, suddenly,...
Today marks the third House Concert this "season" -- the season being from September after Labor Day when Music Vespers are over for the year until they begin again the following June on Father's Day. Nyel and I generally hosted one House Concert...
Well, it's a steep learning curve for a young woman of the 1890s, but I do believe that Mrs. Crouch tried her best to master the mysteries of my cell phone. There really is no other explanation. It all began yesterday afternoon when I drove...
It was a full weekend in every respect. The house was full of people -- beginning with relatives and friends who were house guests from afar, and ending with a fabulous house concert audience on Sunday to hear Milt Williams and Barbara Bate,...