The President of the Board of the Oysterville Restoration Foundation at the present time is Colin Staub. He has been a part-time Oysterville resident for all of his 34 years. He has worked in the oysters during the summers, spends as much time as...
When the doorbell rang yesterday in mid-afternoon, I couldn't imagine who it could be. By the time I arrived to answer... not a soul. But there was a large Harry and David box on the bench next to the door and it was addressed to me! "Thank you...
Today, Carol Wachsmuth is delivering the Oysterville Music Vespers bulletins to the local ministers who will conduct the 2016 services at the village church – the last step in the long (and sometimes frustrating) process of scheduling the popular...
In my lifetime, I have known Oysterville to be called a “hamlet,” a “village,” and even a “town,” but never a “city.” Even if old Mr. Stoner was correct back in the 1950s when he estimated that there were 500 people in Oysterville at its...
It seemed as though everyone in the world had converged in Seattle this weekend to celebrate the life of BeeGee Williams Hook, my Red House Cousin who died here in Oysterville just five weeks ago. There were family members from New Mexico and...
There’s something new at the Oysterville Church! It’s on the wall directly in front of you as you step into the little vestibule. In a small (4” x 6”) black frame is an attractive looking icon-thingy called a “Q-R Code” which is a specific type of...
Yesterday we held the annual meeting of the Oysterville Restoration Foundation, the only organization to which all property owners within the Oysterville National Historic District (ORF) automatically belong. It was a disappointing, though...
Wires to Nowhere Yesterday was one of those I-shoulda-stood-in-bed days. Before I’d had my second cup of coffee, my computer crashed. That was the Bad News. The Good News is that, though the computer is not worth fixing, all my data...
Two new garden benches for the churchyard arrived yesterday. They are replacing the pair that have been there for enough years that they have begun to fall apart. In fact, one of the old ones is in pieces in the greenhouse behind Hal and...
Oysterville Boys' Club c. 1947 Just after World War Two, back in 1946, Floyd Day and his sister Dorothy moved to Oysterville. Their dad was working for Les Goulter. I remember their names and I’ve seen their pictures in the old...
At the 'Read to Me' evening Thursday, my selection was an old (1942) article of Willard Espy’s about “The Aunt House.” That’s what he called the Heckes Inn just up the road from us because it was run by “four inseparable and unresting...
Inheritance can take many forms. There are the obvious things – money and property, neither of which I can speak about first-hand. Then there are those inherited genes which sometimes become all too obvious as we age. And there is the more...