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I have always liked places where there wasn’t a lot of people. I think it is in our family DNA. I remember a few places where this showed up. We were in Hawaii, on the island of Oahu. We were taking a few days R and R. My wife would be returning home in a couple of days and I would leave for Japan. The beaches were so crowded that you couldn’t enjoy them, so we rented a car and took off to find our own beach. Less than an hour’s drive later, we made our way through some palms and brush and we found our beach. It was a strip of sand about 30 fee...
We have had our first spit of snow. It was welcomed by some and dreaded by others. I am on the dreaded side. My record with snow is not good. I just don’t like it. Luckily, I am at that stage in life where I don’t have to go anywhere. So I can smile and say, “Let it snow.” I’ve had a number of mishaps or near mishaps in snow. Coming home to Palouse from southern Idaho when my father died, I slid off the road and had a difficult time getting one chain on as my wife held a flashlight so I could see. One chain did it that time. Another time, we...
The only grandparent I knew and remember was my mother’s mom. She immigrated from Norway in the 1880s. She settled in Minneapolis where my mom was born an only child. My grandmother, Mary Peterson, came west to Palouse with my parents and my three brothers and sister in 1929. I was born the next year in Palouse. My grandmother lived with us and never bothered to learn English. She held on to her old ways, so my memory of her is rather slim. It took me a very long time — and I had the help of my oldest daughter, Kathy — to help unlock some...
I learned on my first trip to Japan to go into the small shops if you want to find interesting things to purchase. I was in Tokyo and my hotel faced one of the large, wide city streets. I got a city map and decided to wander around on my own. Just off the large street was what looked like an alley. It was wide enough for a single car and was full of tiny shops. I started going from one to another and found that the small shops had a few very interesting items. I had heard that you can purchase things and have the merchant send them to you, for...
I was born at the beginning of the Great Depression and survived it. I often write about how I had a good childhood in Palouse where I was born and went to school. I was the fifth of five in our family, four boys and one girl. My next youngest was my brother Bob, who was nearly five years older than me. They were all born in Minneapolis. Our house had a partial basement, with a dirt floor. My Dad was a carpenter, among other skills, and built racks to hold the canning foods my mother prepared that lasted part way through the winter, such as...
I started fishing when I was in high school. A few of us would go up to places like Newman Lake, rent a rowboat, and try to troll for trout. Occasionally, we would catch something, but no real rewards. I have had only one successful fishing trip. On a couple of occasions, I caught a salmon on a charter boat, but I mean a real successful fishing trip. I had taken a job consulting for a newspaper owner who was getting her newspaper in Kodiak, Alaska ready to sell. Her receivables and payroll were both out of hand. She had hired some close...
We had a family gathering this past week and the topic became my wife’s recipe for chocolate frosting. Among scores of recipes my wife kept in a steel box was the frosting recipe that was on family’s minds. My oldest daughter, Kathy, took the recipe box to type up a number of recipes and see to it that the entire family got copies. It took her some time to do it because the recipes were handwritten. The chocolate frosting recipe was among them. When we had family gatherings my wife would always bake a chocolate cake and make the frosting. Som...
Having good neighbors makes me a very lucky person. Across the street I have the “Dahlia Lady,” Denise Anderson. While writing this I am looking at the prettiest bouquet of flowers you can imagine. Every few days Denise brings over a beautiful array of flowers. She is certainly the “Dahlia Queen” of the city. Well, make it the state. This has been going on for years. The flower’s pollen is a problem for her to keep the flowers in her own home. So, no problem here. She will walk the dahlias over a couple of times a week. I almost always ha...
I was in the Palouse Days parade last Saturday where I was invited to be in it by Janet, who was a St. John when I first knew her. Her dad, Don St. John, was one of my best friends while growing up in Palouse. He and I started in the first grade. Janet and her sister and brother stopped in to see me in Electric City a couple of weeks ago. I was able to tell them things about their parents that they didn’t know. Don invited me out to the farm many times during our early grades. His mom and dad always treated me in a kind way, so it was fun v...
The Palouse River used to ice up to a foot thick or better. It was so thick that people ran their cars out on the ice. Cars were a lot lighter back then. The locals would saw the ice to store in the icehouse for families that didn’t have refrigerators. Our icehouse was located across the bridge and adjacent to the river. My dad was in construction at the time and had a yearlong job in Moses Lake. He would come home for the weekends. We had an old-style ice box that was attached to the house and was accessed through a kitchen window. We would p...
As a kid it was fun to go to the barber shop for a haircut. The barber was Jack Sheets, and the kids all liked him. He had a long, hard bench against the wall, and sometimes, usually on Saturdays, it would fill up. But you never had to worry that someone would take your place in line. Jack always remembered where you stood in the lines, and if you were local he would call you by name. The price then was 25 cents. That was back in the 1930s. Next to the barber chair was Jack’s brass spittoon, usually streaked by near misses. He would let some to...
Gather your tin pails, load up on junk food and head for the hills. The huckleberries are waiting for you. I must confess I have never picked near here. As a kid growing up though, our family, my uncle’s family, and my aunt’s family would head for the hills about this time of year. We generally picked within an hour’s driving time from Palouse, north and east of Potlatch. Someone in the family would scout the hills so we knew where the good picking was, usually 0n the south slope of the mountains. My cousin Ruby always came. She had arthr...
It’s a beauty beyond imagination. Thailand’s golden Buddha is visible for all to see. It was scrubbed and revealed for the first time in the mid-1950’s after being hidden for over 200 years. The Thais hid the golden Buddha with a coat of stucco to hide its allure so it wouldn’t be stolen. The golden statue weighs over five tons and is approachable. I saw it when I was there a half century ago. Finally, officials decided to scrub the statue of its stucco-and-crushed-glass finish, and you could stand in front of it and see the gold sparkle...
I arrived in Saigon on the first of three trips and near the end of the North Vietnamese and Viet Cong Tet offensive. The communists had targeted over 100 cities and hit pretty hard. Saigon was hit hard and there was still some limited fighting in the city when I arrived. I went to the Caravalle Hotel to get a room. That’s where most of the media stayed. They were full and directed me to an eight-story hotel nearby. One of the things I wanted to do was look up families of two UW students who were in the FIUTS program. We also were part of the p...
One of the first things I did when moving to Electric City in 1989 was to sign onto a fire crew for two seasons. The owners of the operation, OK Cascade, was the Keener family from Bothell. During the two-season stint we were involved in countless fires in Washington and Oregon. The Keeners had a meat market in downtown Bothell, run by Vern, the head of the family. People came from miles around to purchase their meat. The market featured the highest quality of cuts. The fire operation was run by John Keener, the oldest son. When John learned...
I was born on a farm. It was near Four Mile Creek, south and west of Palouse. My dad went to town to get Dr. Dart, everyone’s doctor since there was only one in Palouse. As it turned out, I was delivered by my Aunt Lorena, who was staying with us at the time. She later was my mentor, in a way. She dropped everything and went to the University of Washington. She was in her 40s at the time, and would go on for her master’s degree. She later taught at the UW School of Medicine. It seemed she was always in my life. I was invited numerous times to...
Working on the Northern Pacific Railroad was my first experience outside of Palouse. It was from Palouse to Tekoa, the rail line of some 50 miles. I had already run milk for the local Darigold dealer. We delivered milk on one side of town one day and on the other side the next. You got every other day delivery of milk, cream, cottage cheese and eggs. We still had glass bottles when I started and switched to cartons later . Early on, we had a lot of carton leakers. I worked at my dad’s butcher shop, at the local Piggly Wigley, and as a fry c...
The sign said “Tombstone 50 miles.” We were in Arizona and I am always game for a history lesson. When we arrived in town, we Iooked across the valley and could see how the paved road curved and twisted its way to where I stood. It was easy to imagine a few riders making their way to history many years before. One of the first places we went into had a machine that challenged you to a quickdraw. I was only a few quarters away from the challenge. I activated the machine and made my draw. Surprisingly, I beat the machine, and for a split sec...
I had written earlier that the Grand Tetons in Wyoming was my favorite place. They are, as far as scenery goes. However, as far as my personal experiences go, my best place would be the Snake River from one end to where it empties into the Columbia River. My wife’s family had a 350-acre irrigated farm near Buhl, Idaho overlooking the Snake River canyon. At about 4 p.m. each day, hundreds of pheasants would fly up onto their farm area from the canyon below. You could stand on the rocky ledges and see the canyon below come alive with pheasant. W...
I somehow became friends with two Seattle disc jockeys, Frosty Fowler and Emperor (Lee) Smith. I met Frosty at a French pastry restaurant on Capitol Hill in Seattle. The place was Marcel’s, owned by a fellow Bothell resident. I often drove there for lunch and Marcel introduced us. We apparently hit it off because it became a lasting friendship. He told me what he did and was amazed that I hardly even knew his name. I explained that I seldom listened to the radio and wouldn’t be interested in the type of music he played. Frosty had an ego and...
Our family over the years had a strong relationship with Potlatch Forests Inc., who had mills in Potlatch and Lewiston. I only found out recently that my father also had ties with PFI. A distant cousin whose grandfather headed the Lucas logging operation had some documents that showed that. The Lucas brothers Ralph, John (my dad) and Omer had a logging operation near Bovill, Idaho. They were cutting virgin timber, and the logs were huge, some so big that you could only get three on a logging truck. The family had a pretty large block of land,...
I moved from the Idaho Free Press in Nampa to the Idaho Statesman in Boise. It was only a 20-mile move in distance, but a mile in experience. While it nearly doubled my salary, the move was a dangerous one for me. It was in the spring, and baseball season was just starting. My early major assignment was to cover Boise’s team and the Pioneer League. The Pioneer League was a Class C League and Boise was a Milwaukee minor league team. The Pioneer League at the time was made up of Boise, Twin Falls, Pocatello, Billings, Missoula and Great Falls. I...
Some of the most interesting experiences I have had were seeing what is over the hill. I was lucky, and my wife was just as willing to take side trips. We got on Route 66 in California and planned to take it for a couple of 100 miles across Arizona and New Mexico. We got tired of the route and decided to find someplace to go to. We went north about 60 miles to the National Monument Canyon de Chelly. We spent a little time in the ruins. Not enough time, but making a note to ourselves that someday we would like to return. We had the opportunity...
It appears that our family has a dancer. Great granddaughter Westlyn Landeros had her recital a week ago in Omak. Her parents saw that she attended dance class for the past nine months. It was an every-Tuesday experience. She got to dance in three parts of the recital. Prior to her dance training in Omak, Westlyn took part in dance classes in Wilbur. Her brother, Damon, played JV basketball at Lake Roosevelt, and her sister, Kaylee, lettered in about 10 sports at Lake Roosevelt. No one in the family has a history of dance. I am not sure yet if...
What couples spend on weddings is mind boggling. I was in Southern Idaho, and my future wife, Dorothy, agreed to marry me. I didn’t know anyone except the family, and she wasn’t interested in planning a wedding, so we did the only thing left: we eloped. Spending a lot of money to get married seems ridiculous. Some families spend a lot more than the down payment on a home. The amount you spend has nothing to do with how long the marriage will last. We spent a couple of hundred dollars and our marriage lasted 69 years, until I lost her because of...