Oysterville Daybook Archives

I had to see it with my own eyes!  So will you!

I had to see it with my own eyes! So will you!

Yesterday I finally managed to visit the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum to see their current exhibit, "The Heart of the Museum Part II:  Seeing Local History Through Scrapbooks."  And about time, too!  The exhibit has been up since January 5th...

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“One of them arty fellas is over by church…”

“One of them arty fellas is over by church…”

On page A8 of last week's Observer was an article headlined "Sunday Music Vespers features Peninsula Guitar Trio."  Above it was a picture of the Oysterville Church's steeple with a caption that started like this:  "Oysterville Church is one of the...

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Sometimes I despair…

Sometimes I despair…

There I was outside in the garden deadheading daisies when a lovely looking family walked toward the church -- mom pushing an empty stroller, young child toddling along, dad with camera, an older woman -- probably grandma, and a nice looking black...

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Music Vespers Today!  Three O’clock!

Music Vespers Today! Three O’clock!

There aren't many places as peaceful in the early morning -- even on an early Sunday morning -- as our little Oysterville Church.  Today it's my turn to "do" the Oysterville Moment which is actually a volunteer activity with far more to it than...

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Temporarily Out of Order

Temporarily Out of Order

It's not the first time the Oysterville Church has been boarded up, and I hope it won't be the last.  Boarded up means that there is restoration work going on.  This time it's a major window project – frames, sills, sashes, and any of the other...

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The Wedding Connection

The Wedding Connection

We often say, "All roads lead to Oysterville."  It's a bit of a take-off from my Uncle Willard Espy's book Oysterville: Roads to Grandpa's Village but, as the years go by, it seems to become increasingly true.  We just experienced yet another...

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Sometimes there isn’t any good answer.

Sometimes there isn’t any good answer.

It isn't every day that I meet someone at the church at 8:30 in the morning.  And never has such a rendezvous been in lieu of a midnight meeting!  But, there I was yesterday standing in the doorway to avoid...

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A Glimpse From Beyond My Own Grave

A Glimpse From Beyond My Own Grave

Yesterday, I finally understood a little bit better about why we never asked the right questions of our grandparents or our parents or someone else who has now gone on to their 'great reward.'.  It's a familiar theme. "Why didn't I ever have that...

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Slinky, Red, and Dripping with Fringe

Slinky, Red, and Dripping with Fringe

It must have been in 1975 or ’76.  I was still living in California but came up to Oysterville with Charlie and Marta for Christmas.  We arrived a few days early, just in time for my folks’ Christmas Party which was always a gala event.  We had all...

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Built to Last and Outlast

Built to Last and Outlast

When Ossie Steiner made the finials and balusters and other decorative parts of the Oysterville Church, he intended them to last.  That they were beautiful and provided just the right finishing touches to the restoration of the old building went...

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Year 39 Begins Sunday!

Year 39 Begins Sunday!

Carol Wachsmuth and I drove around the Peninsula yesterday on a ‘Delivery Mission.’  Actually, I was just along for the ride -- keeping Carol company as she stopped here and there distributing this year’s Oysterville Music Vespers schedule to...

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No! No! No! Not in the church!

No! No! No! Not in the church!

There was a lot of scolding going on in the Oysterville Church yesterday.  It began during the Memorial Day program right when Nyel was reading “In Flanders Field.”  The door from vestibule to the main part of the church was slightly ajar and those...

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