Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie… Or Anywhere Else, for That Matter
Last night I bought a copy of Elizabethtown at StuffMart. Perhaps it’s a sign of my rapidly accelerated aging process in the last few years, but the first time I saw the movie, I really keyed in to the great music, the Paul Varjak/Holly Golightly-type almost-romance between two beautiful people who were truly friends first, and the … Read more
Someday, I Won’t Be Here To…
Dear Mr. Wright and kids: In the event of my untimely demise or incapacitation, I am leaving the following list of instructions. Put them in a safe place – you’ll need them. 1. The toilet paper roll is held in place by a spindle. When one roll is empty, you may replace it with a … Read more
Citizen Gonzo: Fort Hood Tragedy Brings Memories of Dean Melberg and Fairchild AFB: I Was There
My first husband was stationed at Fairchild AFB when Dean Melberg opened fire in the hospital. I was supposed to be in the hospital that day. Read my story here: Citizen Gonzo: Fort Hood Tragedy Brings Memories of Dean Melberg and Fairchild AFB: I Was There
In Memory…
Helen Margaret Evans was born October 23, 1919 at Brown Place ranch near Oxford, Kansas to Lee Roy Evans and Amanda Albertine Cavener Evans. She was the sixth of seven children. In the spring of 1928, the family followed the harvest to Washington State, arriving in the fall. They camped in a park their first … Read more
Deathbeds Make Strange Reunions
My family is large, somewhat private, and rather spread out. We don’t frequently gather in one place, so it was strange waiting at the hospital these last few days for Grandma’s passing. Grandma raised six children, each as different and dynamic as our distinct central Washington seasons. There’s my oldest uncle who, by all rights, … Read more
