Yesterday, my much younger (and very much sharper) neighbor wrote to me after reading my blog in which I had stated that we'd last had snow in Oysterville in 2017 or maybe 2014: I am attaching a picture taken February 3, 2019, from Merchant St....
Most of us old-timers in Oysterville can remember clearly when, not so many years ago, no one locked their doors here. Now, we can't put out a campaign sign for one of our long-time, third-generation neighbors without it getting ripped off. ...
I recently "ran across" (which means, really, that I zeroed in on what had been in front of my very eyes for years and years) my "House Book" from the years I lived on the bay in the house that Ossie (and Wolfgang and Gunter) built for me. The...
Yesterday it was the Deer People who were checking out the possibilities in Tucker and Carol's backyard! I'm not sure where else they mosied while they were in town, but I don't think they came over our way. Nyel and I were actually outside in...
During these Spring months of sheltering, I've been thinking, or rather-rethinking, how I characterize Oysterville. Not a village -- it's not even close to self-sustaining, even in a limited go-to-the-corner store sense, and we have far too few...
Yesterday, I finally had a face-to-face encounter with a man I've greatly admired for many years. Never mind that he lived and died way before my time. He's the horticulturist who, in 1869, was the first to cultivate wild cranberries here on the...
Artist Paul Brent and I have a special relationship. It has to do with oysters. But not in the way you might think. It has nothing to do with eating oysters and certainly nothing to do with growing oysters or even gathering them. It has more to...
When I was a young girl, I hadn’t heard of “the power of positive thinking” or of “the cup being half full.” My life was simply a matter of havetos (as in you have to go to the dentist and get your braces tightened or you have to clean up your...
The Oysterville of my childhood is fast disappearing. The people, of course, have shuffled off years ago. I think the only resident left who is older than I am is Bud and, when I was a kid, he was not in evidence. He was 'a lot older' than I was...
By rights, THOM (The Honorary Oysterville Militia) should gather day after tomorrow to fire their cannon in commemoration of Oysterville's founding. It was April 12, 1854, according to accounts by both Isaac Clark and Robert Espy, that they...
I got an email and a phone message yesterday from a young man who had one of those difficult (for me) two first names. He was from a radio station in Tacoma and had heard "a story about a church in Oysterville that was open 24/7." Was that my...
I think it's been a year and a half since we've seen The Hawes. Otherwise known as "Tricky" because his name is Dick and if you are old enough that doesn't require explaining. You'd think he lived in another country. Well, maybe Bainbridge...