Notes from Garden Home

by Mona Lee Williams

So, I Guess This is Good-bye

Did I ever tell you that my due date was February 29th?  My Grandma got a little antsy on February 16th and gave my mother some Castor oil, which brought on labor.  Had I, indeed, been born on my due date, I would be 15 now instead of 60. ~_~

This is my last post on Notes.  Thank you so much for reading Notes from Garden Home.  Seeing all those numbers every day of people coming to visit has made my heart glad.  Even though I don’t know most of you, I feel that you’ve become friends and I hope you feel that way, too.  And, if you do, it just makes saying good-bye harder.

I shared with you what our hopes are for retirement, something I call The Compound, where my family can live together in one place.  Here’s something else that happened along this path.  Years ago, when Michael was a baby, Christy had her Bible out on the bed.  Michael reached over with his wet hand (from chewing on his fingers) and grabbed a page, which ripped out.  Christy felt really bad about that and carefully taped the page back in.  As she did so, her eye fell on a verse that seemed to leap out at her.  She called me up and asked me what I thought it meant.  I had no idea.

A few months ago, after we had started discussing The Compound, we were at HomeChurch and Christy was looking up a verse.  The Bible fell open to the very verse that God had given her all those years ago.  Neither she nor I had thought about it in a very long time.  Only now, the verse made SENSE:

My people will dwell in a peaceful habitation,
in secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places.
Isaiah 32:18

Last year, I discovered a website that I dearly love called, Rosie’s Ramblings.  I shared it with Christy and we both feel that what they have with their family is what we are looking for with ours.  So I want to share my most favorite post from Rosie’s Ramblings so you can see what the desire of our hearts is…

http://sherwoodforestintheglen.blogspot.com/2011/06/around-about-home.html

Good-bye, dear friends.
May God grant you the desires of YOUR heart, too.

You have given him his heart’s desire,
and have not withheld the request of his lips.
Psalm 21:2

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The Quest ~ #13

We’ve always loved Astoria and in the early 1990′s, we spent a few years trying really hard to move there.  But there were no jobs.  None.  Nada.  Zip.  We ended up further down the coast in Coos Bay at the end of 1993 and lived there until we moved to Portland in 2006.

So let’s look at Astoria, shall we?

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Captain Flavell’s House.  Beautiful.
It sits on one whole city block:

Did you ever see the movie, The Goonies?
This is the jail from the opening scenes:

The Goonies was filmed in Astoria,
as was the movie, Short Circuit

Slug Bug Teal & White!

This is where the ground caved into the old Safeway store’s basement…

…after clean-up, of course!  This happened last year.

Astoria is at the mouth of the Columbia River
where it flows into the Pacific Ocean

Beautiful.
No wonder Lewis and Clark wintered here, yes?
Maybe we should ‘winter’ here, too.
~_~

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The Quest ~ #12

We left off in Chinook, Washington last time in our quest to find a new place to retire to when the time comes.  We passed through Chinook on the Washington coast and headed up to Ilwaco, Washington.

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Ilwaco is very small so we headed up the road to Long Beach:

Slug Bug Yellow!

It had been a few years since we’d been here.
I had forgotten about our favorite little thrift shop here:

And here we are, at the end of the loop we made through northwest Oregon and lower Washington.  ~_~

BUT through all our travels, there was no New Place for us.  No, just the one we have loved all along~~Astoria.  We needed to take another look at Astoria and its outlying areas.  If we did not live right in town, then the tourists and the cruise ships would not be much of a problem.

Tomorrow and the next day, I will share more pictures of Astoria and more discussions on The Compound.  Sometimes I feel like those buttons people wore in the movie, Truman, that said:  Where Will It End?

Where, indeed.

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1959

I finished reading the book, The Stillmeadow Road by Gladys Taber, first published in 1959 when I was seven years old.  On one of the last pages, she wrote something remarkable, something I have been feeling for quite some time now, and something I’ve mentioned to you more than once!  Only Gladys said it so much better than I ever did…

Something is wrong, I think, with our sense of values.  Why must we speed up?  Why do we hurry faster and faster?  What do we gain?  Do we accomplish more by the hours we presumably save by hurrying?  In my own life, I find that if I have what I call a “nervous day” and dash frantically from a hasty breakfast to a quick supper, I haven’t, in the end, accomplished a single thing worth while.  Not a single thing.  All I have done is get keyed up and tired out.

What I haven’t done is savor the delight of the day, for every day has delight if we take time to look for it.  And when I think it over, I feel I have wasted a day, and no day will ever come again…

I wonder whether slowing down wouldn’t be valuable.

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The Quest ~ #11

Mark and I have been looking around northwest Oregon and the lower parts of Washington for a new place to live when he retires.  Last time, I told you about our trip down the Oregon coast from Astoria to Tillamook, which completed the Oregon loop.  We were disappointed in not finding anywhere we really liked (other than Astoria, which we dearly love.  Our issue with Astoria involves tourists.)  When we got back to the hotel that day from Tillamook, we talked about going to the Washington coast the next day as we had planned.  We decided against it.

But everything looks better in the morning and we decided to go ahead and finish our planned itinerary.  So today we’re going to cross the bridge outside our hotel and go across the Columbia River to Washington.

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Roll on, Columbia, roll on….

That’s Washington over there…

…and this is Oregon over there when we got to the other side:

I always find this church so strange, out here all by its lonesome:

These kind of remind me of Mark’s ‘Light at the End of the Tunnel’
drawing about retirement

They say death is kind of like this….
you go through a tunnel with lights…

We drove through Chinook, Washington:

Hey!  This would be a good bldg for The Compound:

….needs a coat of paint…

We were heading up the road towards Ilwaco and Long Beach.

Have a great day today. ~_~

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Are We There Yet? ~ #15

When Jake and Molly’s background checks came back clean, Coach suggested that Molly teach the first Mailbox Club lesson to the boys as a class.  Molly was a little nervous about it but decided to give it a try.  Mailbox Club had just issued the Explorers lessons in full-color so she took those to class at the main cabin. 

The boys were a bit rowdy at first and she wasn’t sure she could keep their attention but Coach and Jake were both there to help and soon the boys settled in.  The boys had a lot of questions and Molly did the best she could to answer them.  They filled out the answer sheet together to the quiz at the back of the lesson.  Then Molly passed out big, round frog stickers to each of the boys that said:

F. R. O. G.
Fully Rely on God

After class, she gathered up her things and returned them to the bus.  Then she walked out on the dock and stood looking out over the water.  The wind was blowing gently off the water but it was very cold.  She shivered, even in her thick jacket.  It was so beautiful here.  So peaceful.  Tomorrow they would have Thanksgiving dinner here at Camp Hope then she was afraid that Jake would say it was time to move on.

Why am I afraid Jake will want to move on?

Because I don’t want to leave this place, she answered herself.  There, I’ve said it out loud.  Well, out loud in my head.

Thanksgiving day was way fun.  It was raining in big drips so the scheduled pinata event was postponed until a drier day.  During the morning, each cabin took turns going to the main cabin to help with food preparation for an hour or so.  The remaining cabins stayed at home and worked on making Thanksgiving decorations to hang in the main cabin later on in the day.  Jake and Molly were on-duty helping the boys prepare food all morning, then they ended up taking a nap after lunch because they were both so worn out.

At dinner that Thanksgiving, each of the boys stood up before the meal began and told three things they were thankful for.  Some were really touching.  One boy said he was glad to be safe.  One said he never was happy until he came to Camp Hope.  One boy said he was thankful for cookies and another for rainy days.  Jake said he was thankful they had found Josh on the road because it had led them to Camp Hope where they got to meet all these great people.

The next morning as Molly worked around the bus, she was tense as she waited for Jake to say something about hitting the road again.  She actually became a little snippy with him, anticipating what he was going to say.  He seemed surprised at her irritability and soon he wandered off in search of something else to do besides hang about in the bus.

After he left, Molly collapsed into her recliner and had a good cry.  She hated traveling.  She just hated it.  She longed for hearth and home.  She wanted to belong somewhere.

At lunch, Coach came and asked if he could talk to them after the lunch things were cleared away.  Molly washed tables and Jake helped clear the food from the serving counter.  There was no school for the boys that day because they were having a long weekend for the Thanksgiving holiday.  A good fire was roaring in the fireplace.  They stacked some of the tables in the corner but left some out so the boys could play board games on them.  They had left the hearth rug rolled up so the boys could use the wood block set on the bare floor.  Several boys were building nothing less than a castle with them.  The wood blocks were kept stacked neatly in a large wooden chest near the fireplace.  The chest doubled as a place to sit.

Jake and Molly sat at a table and waited for Coach.  After several minutes, he opened the front door and gestured for them to come out.  They put on their jackets and followed him back to the cabin area.  He took them into one of the empty cabins.

“Have you seen the inside of these cabins yet?” he asked.

“I have,” Molly said, “but Jake hasn’t.”

They followed him around the cabin, peeking into the rooms.  This cabin had a double bed in both bedrooms instead of bunk beds in one of the rooms.  Otherwise, it was the same as the cabin Molly had already seen.  They returned to the kitchen and took a seat at the table.

“We’ve got 24 boys here,” Coach said, “four boys in each of six cabins.  That’s all we can handle here at Camp Hope.  That’s all I want to handle, really.  A bigger camp does not mean a better camp.  The whole point of Camp Hope is peace, quiet, and healing and that can’t happen if we’re overrun with campers. 

“This cabin here,” he gestured towards the cabin,” is the last available cabin.  I’ve been saving it for something special.  The way the staffing works is there’s me, the coach, the rah-rah, keep-things-going guy.  There’s the camp cook because without good food, where would we all be?”

“Exactly,” Jake agreed.

“There are six camp-moms and six camp-dads so each set of four boys can know what it’s like to be part of a family.  We have occasional visitors who come and teach the boys how to do fun things like make flies for fly-fishing and whatnot and they stay in the visitor cabin.  They’ve all been fully background-checked as well, by the way.  The only thing we’re missing here at Camp Hope is camp grandparents.”

Molly looked at Jake.  Jake looked from Molly to Coach.  “Us?” he asked.

“Yup.  If you’ll do it,” Coach said.  “I can’t pay you a dime.  But you can live here for free and eat your meals with us.  What I’ve been wanting is to have a Grandma and a Grandpa available that I can pair up with a boy for two hours on a rotating schedule.  I’ll make up a sign-up sheet, you can come up with the activities you’d like to do, and then the boys can sign up for one of you whenever it’s their turn.”

“What sort of activities?” Jake asked.

“Like fishing off the dock, baking cookies together, hunting for worms, planting flowers, whatever you can think of that you’d like to do.”

Molly’s eyes filled with tears.  Her mind was already crowded with ideas.  Just last year she had read about how abused boys at one facility had taken up crocheting and how it calmed even the most upset child.  Would some of the boys here want to learn how to crochet?  Or how to sew?  They could make curtains for the cabins or quilts for their beds.  She and Jake could put their heads together and come up with a whole bevy of projects for gift-giving ideas so each boy could get a hand-made gift for their birthday and for Christmas.  Jake could fish with the boys and teach them how to clean the fish then she could teach them how to cook the fish and make tartar sauce to go with it….”

“Earth to Molly, come in please,” Jake intoned.

“Oh, sorry,” Molly said.  “My mind was just racing with ideas.”

“So you’re in?” Jake asked.

“Oh, yeah.  I’m in.  How about you?”

“Yup.  Truth be told, I was kind of sick of the traveling thing, too, I just didn’t know how to tell you.”  They all laughed.  “What I like,” Jake said, “is we get to live here and help the boys and we’re not very far away from our own kids, either, so we can visit them all we want.”

They moved into the cabin that very afternoon.  Jake built a fire in the wood stove and Molly hummed her way around the kitchen putting the dishes away.  What she liked the best about the cabin was the hot water heaters.  They were small, wall-mounted affairs, one in the kitchen and one in the bathroom.  When they turned on the hot water faucet, the small flame in the water heater would leap to life and heat the metal pipe above it.  The cold water was heated as it flowed through the pipe to the faucet.  When the water was turned off, the flame died.  It seemed a much more efficient way of heating water than having 30 gallons of water being heated over and over in a tank all day and all night.

Coach gave Jake a project to start on right away.  He had been wanting to name each of the cabins after one of the Fruits of the Spirit as they were listed in the Bible.  So Jake’s project with the boys each afternoon after school was to work on the signs.  They made the signs out of soft wood, then carved out the name with a wood-burning tool.  Jake was ecstatic.  “It’s like being in Boy Scouts again,” he told Molly one night.

“What are we naming our cabin?” Molly asked.

“Oh, I’m letting everyone else choose first,” Jake said, a little too nonchalantly.  “Although Joy is being taken by Joy’s cabin, and Faithfulness by Faith’s cabin.  I mean, that only seems fair.”

“But no clue about our cabin’s name?” Molly pressed.

“No, not yet.  Coach wants Self-Control because he says that’s what coaches do best: self-control.”

Molly spent the next several weeks working on gifts with her boys since it was Christmas month, after all.  They worked on macrame jewelry, artwork, pine cone wreaths, and birdseed-coated bird feeders.

Weeks later, on New Year’s day, Molly heard hammering out in front of their cabin.  Soon Jake came in and said he had finished the last cabin sign–theirs–and put it up.  Did she want to come and see it?

“Sure!” she said.  She followed him out to the mud room, donned her boots and coat, then went down the porch steps and out to where Jake was standing in front of their cabin and turned around.

THE END

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness,
go
odness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control.
Against such there is no law.
Galatians 5:22-23

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The Quest ~ #10

Today we continue on in our final trip of the loop in northwest Oregon (and parts of Washington) that we’ve been exploring as possible places to retire.

We got up early in the morning during our stay in Astoria last fall, had some breakfast from the hotel’s free breakfast bar, and headed south out of town.  In the last post, I shared pics of that foggy morning as we traveled down the Oregon coast and went through several very small towns.

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We were heading for the larger city of Tillamook

Tillamook has the Tillamook Cheese Factory which we have toured several times in the past.  Mark can’t believe how I always get mesmerized at the window from the viewing deck above the floor where giant blocks of cheese come through the wall on a conveyor belt, get cut into 2 lb blocks by a machine, and then travel to workers who weigh the block and add or take off slivers of cheese on the block to make it come out the right weight.  If you’ve ever gotten a block of cheese with a sliver of cheese on it, now you know why. ~_~  I just find it fascinating that they can sit there and do that one right after the other for hours.

At any rate, we stopped at the Safeway store for some coffee.  They had a Starbucks inside.  The store was across the street from the library:

As we got back into the car, Mark remarked on the smell.  It was a farm smell and I realized it was a cow poop smell, having lived around a cow when I was growing up.  “Well,” I said, “at least cow poop is a more organic smell that the sulfur-chemical smell put out by paper mills.”

After we had driven around a little, we saw the source of the smell.  Tillamook has lots and lots and lots of big cow pastures, which also explains the cheese factory!  Duh.

We drove around the neighborhoods some to see what the houses looked like:

Then we drove around the business district.  And I started noticing that nearly every building had a square painted on it.  I thought maybe it was the symbol for Tillamook or something.  Then I realized that every square was not exactly the same.  Then I saw some reference to a quilting festival on a sign and the Light Dawned.  The squares on the buildings were quilt squares!  Take a look:

Unfortunately, by the time I had figured the squares out, we were ready to leave town so I didn’t get many photos of them.  Although, we had started to see that some of them had themes to them that related to the business they were on.  Like H & R Block’s block was a checkerboard.  Get it?  (blocks)  The donut shop had donuts on theirs.  We could probably have done a whole photo study on the blocks but well…

We did stop at a very nice thrift store, which is where I found the Lincoln Logs for HomeChurch and the green pitcher for the kitchen.  As we left town and headed north, we discussed Tillamook, which had completed the first part of the loop we made when we went south and west.  It also completed the Oregon coast loop going as far south as we wanted to go.  It was disappointing to realize that Tillamook wasn’t going to do it for us.  I had kind of had high hopes for Tillamook.

We stopped at a marina on the way back to Astoria to eat a disappointment-appeasing Dairy Queen ice cream cone followed by our packed lunch of sandwiches.  It was kind of a backwards lunch. 

Then we saw another quilt square, our favorite of the day…

…and a Slug Bug Red!

So we drove north for a couple more hours and arrived back at our beloved Astoria and started asking ourselves,
“Why NOT Astoria?”

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Are We There Yet? ~ #14

This is a fiction serial that will post every Monday, Wednesday, & Friday.
I hope you will enjoy it!

After checking out the dock on the lake at Camp Hope, Molly walked back into the cabin area and saw a woman on her small porch shaking out rugs.  “Good morning!” the woman called.

“Good morning!” Molly said, coming up to her.  “Is it OK if I look around the cabin area?”

“Oh, sure.  My name is Joy, by the way.  What’s yours?”

“Molly.”

“Would you like to come inside and look at the cabin?” Joy asked.

“Oh, yes!  That would be fun,” Molly said.

She went up on the porch as Joy went inside and laid the rugs down just inside the door.  As Molly stepped in, she saw that they were in a small mud room.  There was a wooden bench on one side and a row of hooks on the opposite wall.  Shoes, boots, jackets, and hats lined the room. 

“I find that keeping these rugs in here cuts down on tracking mud and pine needles into the cabin,” Joy said.  “I shake them out every morning and you’d be amazed what-all dirt there is on them.”

Molly laughed and followed Joy into the kitchen.  There was a wooden table with bench seats directly in front of them.  To their left was a medium-sized kitchen.  There were some mugs and a percolator-style coffee pot draining in the dish rack next to the sink.

They stepped through the doorway into the living room.  It was a large, square room with wood floors and an area rug in front of a woodstove that was quietly cooking away, warming the place.  It was very cozy.  Very mountain-cabin-y.  They crossed the room to the back where there was another narrow mud room the width of the living room.  Another bench with rain boots underneath it and raincoats on hooks along the wall, plus fishing tackle.  “It helps to have a mud room back here, too,” Joy said, “for when the boys come in from the lake.”

They went back into the living room and crossed it to the short hallway next to it.  Directly in front of them was a small bathroom with just enough room for a big tub, toilet, and sink.  A bedroom was on either side of the bathroom, one with a double bed and another with two sets of rustic, wooden bunk beds.

“You take care of four boys, then?” Molly asked.

“Yes, we sure do,” Joy said.  “It’s me and my husband, Frank, who live here with the boys.”

“What do the boys call you?”

“They call all the camp parents by their name first, so I’m Joy-Mom and Frank is Frank-Dad.”

“Oh!  That’s a really good idea,” Molly said.  “And what a fabulous place to live.  I’d love to live here.”

“Well, then, why don’t you?” Joy asked.

Molly looked at Joy, wondering what she meant, but Joy was heading back to the living room. 

“Oh, my,” Joy said.  “Is it that late already?  I’ve got to go teach.”

“Oh, you’re a teacher?” Molly asked, following Joy to the mud room next to the kitchen.  Joy sat down on the bench and started pulling on boots.

“We all are, in a sense,” Joy said.  “We home-school the boys here so we take turns teaching things.  I teach history and some of the science classes.  We’re studying birds right now and the boys are coloring in bird illustrations and learning the names and facts about different birds.  When they’re done, we’ll put the illustrations into a pressboard binder that they can keep.”

Joy had her coat and hat on by that time, so Molly followed her out onto the porch.  “Thanks so much, Joy, for showing me your cabin.”  Joy gave her a wave and hurried off in the direction of the main cabin.  Molly had seen on her way into breakfast that morning that the main cabin had a sign over the door that said: Peace Cabin.  Next to the door was another sign that said:  Peace to All Who Enter Here.

Molly thought about Camp Hope and Peace Cabin.  Just the very names brought a sense of calm to the place.  And when you looked around and saw the tall pine trees and the beautiful deep blue lake, heard the wind rustling in the trees and the squirrels chattering, breathed in the cold, fresh air…..wow.  She could see how this place could be a balm to heal the hurts that had been inflicted on those boys.

She made her way back down to where Coach and Jake were working on the downed tree.  Two boys were on either side of a long saw, each pulling their end back and forth through the trunk of the tree.  They had smiles on their faces and were joking about how poorly the other boy sawed.  Jake was near the boys, using a handsaw to cut some of the smaller limbs from the tree. Coach was a short distance away, chopping a tree round that had been cut from the trunk.  Molly wandered over to see what Coach was doing.

Coach had a splitter maul stuck into the tree round and he was taking powerful over-the-head swings at it with a sledge hammer.  Soon the metal pierced deep enough into the round of wood to split it.  Then Coach put the maul into a smaller piece from the round and split it, as well.  He threw the smaller pieces into a pile several feet away and another boy of about ten picked them up and carried them to where the firewood was neatly stacked against the side of Peace Cabin.

There was nothing there for Molly to do to help so she wandered over to Peace Cabin, stomped the pine needles off her shoes, opened the door, and went inside.  Joy was conducting a history lesson with the boys at the tables nearest the door.  She smiled at Molly as she came in.  Molly walked past those tables to the table in the middle of the room where another group of boys were busy coloring bird illustrations with colored pencils.  Molly quietly asked if they would mind if she looked and they were eager to show off their work, although they whispered so they wouldn’t interrupt Joy’s lesson.  Molly slowly made her way around the table and saw that some of the boys were very meticulous in their coloring and some were not.  But she looked at each one and complimented each boy in either their coloring or their listing of bird traits under the illustration.

At the back of the room nearest the fireplace, the easy chairs and couch were set up and a reading lesson was going on.  Molly perched on the edge of the couch and listened in.  The poorer readers were encouraged by the teacher to sound out the words they did not know.  They were reading Mark Twain’s, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.

After awhile, Molly heard noises coming from the kitchen area so she went back and offered to help with the lunch preparations.  She had finally found a place where she could help.

Jake and Molly spent the next few days working around the camp.  Jake and Coach got the big tree cut up and stacked, with the help of the boys.  Then they moved on to doing some repairs on the camp’s generator, followed by roof repairs on one of the cabins.  Molly gave the bus a good clean, then used the camp’s large-capacity washer and dryer to wash their clothes and sheets.  The laundry machines were located in a small building near the cabin area.  It was just an unheated, rectangular room with the one washer and one dryer but it had several clotheslines strung from front to back across the room.  Molly found out after she had used the dryer that they were encouraged to use the clotheslines instead to save on electricity costs.

She asked Jake why they had a generator, if they had electricity at the camp.  “Oh, the generator is just for emergencies, for when the electricity goes out.  It’s to keep the freezer and refrigerator running and to provide light in Peace Cabin.”

“Oh,” Molly said.

One day, it dawned on Molly that the boys at camp might like to do The Mailbox Club Bible lessons.  She asked Coach about it and showed him some of the lessons so he could look them over.  He agreed that it would be great for the boys but said both she and Jake would have to go through an extensive background check first.

“Anyone who has anything to do with the boys has to have this done,” he said.  “You’ll have to go down the mountain to be fingerprinted at the police station so we can begin the check.  And it will cost you some money, too.”

The next day, Jake and Molly drove down and got fingerprinted, then stopped at the grocery store to pick up a long list of grocery items needed at the camp.  They arrived back at Camp Hope just after lunch and the boys helped to unload the groceries into Peace Cabin and onto the long counter that was used for serving up meals.  Once the boys were back at their studies, Jake and Molly worked with Coach and a woman named Faith to sort out the groceries.

“Your name is Faith and you live at Camp Hope and work in Peace Cabin?” Jake joked with her.

They put away the things that went into the refrigerator and deep freezer first, sorting the newer items to the back and the older items to the front.  Then large airtight containers were brought out to put the whole wheat flour, dried beans, lentils, and split-peas into, as well as other staples like brown rice and brown sugar.  It took quite awhile to sort out the groceries then Jake and Molly were put to work in the kitchen peeling potatoes for a ginormous pot of potato soup for dinner.

“I’m very happy,” Molly said to Jake, as they sat up on high stools at the kitchen counter peeling potatoes.

“Well, that’s a new one,” Jake said, grinning at her.  “It seems like I spend half my life trying to make you happy.”

“Of course you do,” Molly said, depositing a peeled potato into the big bowl of cold water and picking up another, “that’s your job.”

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Are We There Yet? ~ #13

This is a fiction serial that will post every Monday, Wednesday, & Friday.
I hope you will enjoy it!

Jake and Molly followed the man into the large cabin.  Kids and adults came in right after them and they went right to their now-cold food on the tables where they had left them to go search for the lost boy.  The man introduced himself to them as ‘Coach’.  “That’s my nickname,” he said.  “But everybody calls me that around here.” 

He took them to the counter in the corner where the food was in big bowls and pots.  They were nearly empty.  Jake and Molly dished up salad and spaghetti and garlic bread and carried it over to the table where Coach’s plate was.  He introduced them to the people at his table and they sat down to eat.

After awhile, the lost boy and the woman who had taken him to the cabins came in.  A big cheer went up in the room.  The boy looked sheepish.  He went to dish up his dinner and the woman came over to their table.  “This is Carmen,” Coach said.  “She’s Josh’s Camp Mom.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” Carmen said.  “I was so scared for Joshie.  To be out in the wilderness in the dark!  Thank you for finding him and bringing him back.”

“You’re welcome,” Molly said.  “But I thought his name was ‘Mejo’.  Do you call him Mejo or Josh?”

Carmen laughed.  “Oh, no, sorry.  Sometimes I lapse into Spanish.  The boys in my cabin are learning to speak two languages with the way I mix words up.  ‘Mejo’ means ‘little boy’ in Spanish.  It’s a nickname, a word of love.”

“Oh!” Molly said.  “I like it.  I’ll have to remember that one for my grandson.”

As they ate, Molly looked around the cabin.  There were several adults–male and female–but she soon realized that all of the kids were boys.  “Are there no girls here?” she asked Coach.

“No, this is a boys’ camp,” he said.  “This is actually a very special camp for boys.  All of the boys here have suffered abuse and have emotional problems.  They often lose their temper or act out, which is understandable with what they’ve been through.  When I retired from the police force a few years ago, I started working with boys like this.

“Eventually, I felt what they really needed was a place to finish growing up away from everything.  Somewhere peaceful and nurturing where they could heal.  I started looking around and discovered this place on the market.  When the owners found out what I wanted it for, they actually donated it.  How about that?  They were pretty well off and didn’t need the money but still, it was an incredibly great thing for them to do.  Their parents had run this place for years as a vacation spot, renting out the cabins.  We’re here on a lake, it’s just behind us.  Not sure if you saw it since it was dark when you arrived.  So there’s fishing here and even a place for swimming in the summertime.”

As they finished up their dinner, they saw that everyone was taking their dirty dishes into the back room of the cabin.  Several of the boys were in there washing up the dishes.  Jake and Molly took their dishes into the back room, too, and saw that it was a kitchen with gleaming stainless steel counters and appliances.  Molly grabbed a wet rag and went out to help wash down the tables.  As the tables were cleaned, they were stacked one on top of another in a corner of the room.  The folding chairs were folded and put into metal holders that lined one wall.  It was all very organized.

A rolled-up large area rug at one end of the room was unrolled and cozier furniture that had been pushed together there was pulled back out into the room.  Everyone found a place to sit or stretch out on the rug.  Coach invited them to stay for ‘evening meeting and devotions’.  Jake and Molly took a seat.  When the boys in the kitchen had finished the dishes, the meeting began.

The discussion was pretty lively as the boys aired out grievances of the day.  Some were quite vocal about things that had been said or done and a few arguments broke out amongst the boys.  Coach was calm throughout and kept things from getting out of hand.  He encouraged admission of guilt and apologies where needed, although he didn’t always get them.  He meted out punishment chores to boys who had not followed camp rules that day.  Josh was told he was going to be Coach’s buddy for the next two weeks.  Everywhere Coach went around camp, he would go, except for the times he’d be at his home cabin.  It sounded like Coach wanted to keep a close eye on the boy.

Coach made some announcements about things they would be doing the next day at camp.  Then he opened the Bible and read Romans 8:

For I am persuaded that neither death nor life,
nor angels nor principalities nor powers,
nor things present nor things to come,
nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing,
shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

The boys seemed to calm down at the reading of the Word, then they all prayed together and the group broke up.  Jake asked Coach if they could spend the night parked outside the cabin and he said that would be just fine.  They all went off to bed.

During the middle of the night, a big storm came up.  Jake and Molly were startled awake at the thunder and they lay there listening to it and watching the flashes of light from the lightning.  The rain was just pummeling down.  The thunder seemed to be right over their heads.  Molly was sure no one in the camp was asleep anymore for all the noise and light going on.  Then there was a crack of lightning followed by an enormous crashing sound nearby.

What was that?” Molly asked, as Jake climbed out of bed and opened the curtains to look out the window.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Jake said.  Molly got up then and looked, too.  Not far from their bus, a big tree had crashed to the ground of the parking area.  The trunk of it had steam or smoke rising up from it.

“I think that tree was struck by lightning,” Jake said.  “Look how the trunk is smoking.”

“We’re lucky it didn’t land on us or we’d be goners,” Molly said.  The storm seemed to be passing on overhead.  They climbed back into bed but it was quite awhile before they were able to get back to sleep.

It was nearly eight o’clock the next morning when there was a knock on the door of the bus.  It woke both of them up.  Jake went to open the door.

“Good morning!” Coach said.  “Can you believe this tree?  Good grief, you could both have been killed if it had landed another way.  It looks like it was struck by lightning.  Hey!  We’re getting ready to make breakfast.  Everyone slept in this morning since we had trouble sleeping during the storm, so we’re running later than usual.  Come join us when you’re ready.”

Over breakfast of banana French toast and turkey patties, Jake offered to stay and help cut up the tree.

“Oh, that would be great!” Coach said, enthusiastically.  “But you probably should know that we don’t have a chainsaw.”  Jake’s face fell a little.  “We try to teach the boys the value of hard work and of doing things the old-fashioned way.  There’s a lot of satisfaction to be had from washing dishes by hand or from chopping firewood by hand.”

“If you say so,” Jake said and they all laughed.

After breakfast, Coach and Jake went off to work on the downed tree.  Molly walked down to the lake and out onto the wooden dock that extended into the lake.  It was incredibly beautiful there.  The lake went on and on and morning sun was glistening off the water.  Every once in awhile, she heard the ‘thwump’ of a fish breaking the surface of the water.  She thought the fishing there must be good.  Jake used to love fishing.  He hadn’t done it in years.

Off to her left, beyond the main cabin, she could see a wooden platform anchored in the lake about 100 yards from the shore.  She figured that must be the summer swimming area Coach had mentioned.  She figured the platform might be a good place to fish from, too, if you could get to it without getting wet first.  At least, in the winter.

After awhile, she wandered back into camp.  It was a cold, crisp November day.  Everything seemed clean and washed after the previous night’s storm.  The air was incredibly fresh. 

She saw that there were about ten cabins in the cabin area, two rows of five cabins facing each other.  She decided to walk over and take a look.

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The Quest ~ #9

We have been looking at other places to move to when Mark retires.  When we first decided to start looking, we wanted to concentrate on the upper northwest corner of Oregon and later on, we added a few forays into Washington, as well.  The first Quest trip took us south and west.  The second trip took us west along the Columbia River and north into Washington, also along the Columbia River.  Our third trip, the one we begin today, took us west and north to the coast, then south along the Oregon coast and north along the Washington coast.

So let us begin.  We started out by reviewing the Top Two Contenders on our list, two cities we had previously visited:  Rainier (my favorite) and Clatskanie (Mark’s favorite).  They were on the way to the coast, so it was easy to take another look.  We began in Rainier:

(Clicking on the pics will enlarge them)

We drove around, taking in previously-viewed sights.  Then this caught my eye, in view of our Quest Discussions about the family moving in together.  “We can buy an abandoned school!” I said.  “Just think, Mark, it might even have an indoor gym!”

There was plenty of parking:

and room for an indoor greenhouse:

Mark, of course, thought I had taken leave of my senses.
He thinks that A LOT.

We drove on down the road to Clatskanie.
Only found one new pic to take there:

a family-sized house

We stopped at the Safeway store and the pharmacy next door.  The Safeway store was AMAZING.  We had never seen anything like it.  ALL the shelves had the products lined up front and center, perfectly arranged, like a magnificent army of cans and packages.  It looked like the kind of store I would be the manager of (have I ever told you the spices in my spice drawer are arranged alphabetically?).  I WISHED I had not left the camera in the car so I could take a photo for you, but alas.

We got back into the car and sat there for a few minutes.  I was a bit despondent.  “Mark,” I said, “looking at these places again, I’m not sure I want to move to Rainier OR to Clatskanie.”

“I know,” Mark said, staring pensively out of the window.  “The fact of the matter is, we are no longer small town people.  We might as well face it.  We’ve been SPOILED.”

And when I thought about it, Mark was absolutely right.  He pointed out that in these cities, we could not walk to ANYWHERE.  Where we live now in Garden Home, we are within one block of:  the grocery store (with a bank and post office in it), a delicatessen, an ice cream parlor, Starbucks coffee, the rec center, the public library, a gas station, Dairy Queen, 7-11 with a no-fee ATM machine, and a bus stop to take us to all points Portland.  AND our groceries are delivered for free by Safeway and Organics to You (organic produce).

And so we continued on to Astoria.  The next day, we left the hotel early in the morning, before the fog had burned off:

We were heading south, along the Oregon coast:

Then the sun came out, it was a beautiful day

I really like this photo:

We drove through some very small towns with
a decidedly Western feel to them:

Coastal homes:

We LOVE the Oregon coast

Therefore glorify the LORD in the dawning light,
the name of the LORD God of Israel in the coastlands of the sea.

Isaiah 24:15

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