Tuesday, March 28, 1978 – 20 is too young for these kinds of plans

Tuesday, March 28, 1978 –

I sent every member of the basketball teams a copy of all their stats. th I wrote notes to a few players; maybe a few friendships would be struck up.  Easter vacation was a relief.  I helped Lynn and Don move into their new house.  I got a job and made a little money.  I failed to see Jimmy like I had planned.  I don’t know why I just couldn’t get the courage to go see him or even call him. 

I just finished writing to Kelly.  I told her all the bad news that has happened this past nine months.  I began to think that death could strike anyone at any time.  I don’t have any fear of dying soon, but I would like to have my wishes known in any case.

I would like the service at the Presbyterian Church  (I attend the Neah Bay Assembly of God now) as is customary. It would be nice to have Maria Parker sing a song.  For pallbearers, I would request Rory Vogel, my first real close friend in Neah Bay.  Mike Parker, my cousin, my confidant, and best friend.  Jimmy Jarrett, (now deceased) who is my boyhood idol; who has been through so much from so little support from me.  I would be honored to have him help carry me to my final rest.  Uncle Gene Parker, (now deceased) whose influence on my life has been substantial.  Coach Ron Johnson (now deceased) who has in these last few years become a friend and these past few months, though unknowingly has helped me through a tough time.  Bob Martin, a person who I have come to know and have enjoyed his friendship these past few years. 

As honorary pallbearers, I name Kimm Brown, who though from a distance has given me some pleasurable moments.  God Bless him, for his mother Helen Harnac just passed away.  One of my cherished possessions is the carving I have that he did.  Leonard Zenonian,(Now deceased)  a teacher, a coach who advised me, aided me through the awkward high school years.  Moe Dannel, whose friendship I cherish.  Uncle John Parker, (Deceased) another uncle I respect so much.  David Whitener another of my best friends.  I think that I would like to have Davey an active pallbearer and make Bob Martin an honorary pallbearer.  This is no reflection on either person, I just feel closer,  to Davey.  Jim Caron, a boyhood friend if he could be found and Danny Greene, whose friendship has come just this past year.  These are the choices I can think of now. 

I would hope that Loy Bigelow would read my obituary.

I am tired and not feeling well.  Any other wishes I may have for my funeral may be found somewhere along in this journal as I may think of them.

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Friday, March 10, 1978 – saying Good-Bye

          Friday, March 10, 1978 –

            One week ago today, I was on my way back to Neah Bay for the first time since February 12, the last day I was home, and the last time I saw Big Jim alive.  I wasn’t looking forward to making the drive.  I talked to Mr. Baugh and Mr. Segall about the fact that I would be absent through Wednesday of the next week.  Mr. Baugh told me to remind him to give me a quiz on Chapter 18 when I returned.  Mr. Segall was very understanding and made arrangements with me to have my practice set handed in late when I returned.  Doing so is significant since this practice set is worth 25% of my grade. th (1)

I had spent an uneasy evening the day before, after hearing the shocking news.  It all seems so unreal, unbelievable, and unfair and yet it was all too real. I tried to continue the homework I was working on, but finally put it aside, being unable to hold back the tears.  I watched TV and was in bed by 10.  I read until 11 and eventually fell asleep.  I was exhausted and feeling very lonely, very hurt for me, for the family and especially for Jimmy.  Sleep was very welcome when it came.

I woke up on that Friday with the same dull headache, the same tightness in my chest that stayed with me so long after Neah had died.  I attended all my classes but was present only in body, not in mind.  My last class ended at about 20 minutes to three.  I was over the Narrows Bridge th (2)by three.  The ride home seemed to take longer than usual.  The knowledge that I would be unable to visit Big Jim see his new trailer and visit a while playing on my mind, making the drive seem longer than it was.

Death has touched me so close the last 9 months that I am afraid to hear a phone ring.  It only seems to bring bad news.  I still try to suppress my emotions when among others.  My tears freely flow when I am alone.  I still feel afraid to face members of the family.  I want to help in any way I can, though I can’t find the right words or any words when I meet someone face to face.  I can feel their grief; find it hard to express my feelings, though I want to give comfort I don’t seem to know how.

The closer I got to Neah Bay the more uneasy I felt about seeing a member of the family.  I wanted to see and talk with Helen and especially with Jimmy.  I knew I wouldn’t and didn’t.  The sunset that night was breathtaking.  Streaks of red, reddish-orange, th (3)purple and the blue of the sky, the white of the clouds meeting the face of the Juan de Fuca Straits and the dark green of Vancouver Island all blended to give such a beautiful scene.  Add to this the water pounding against the rocks along the picturesque shoreline and its no wonder wonders why so many people fall in love with this area.  Looking at this exquisite scenery, one could only thank God for its beauty and for the privilege to be alive and be able to see it.

I spent a pleasant evening at home Friday night.  I was told about the Seahawks basketball teams visit the night before.  th (4)Steve Largent, Ron Howard, Sherman Smith, Don Testerman andth (5) Jim Zorn of note were all present.  Gordon, Stevie, and Mel got their picture taken with Zorn.  Zorn signed it and also autographed a program for Mom.  I had a sweet talk with Mel before retiring for the evening.

I began work on the practice set on Saturday.  I didn’t get very much done.  Dad and I went out and got a load of wood that turned out to be cedar.  We got back home in time to watch the Sonics lose to Slick Watts and the New Orleans Jazz.  Dad told me that Big Jim had finished work with Standard Oil and told Standard Oil he would not stay on for the extra few weeks that they had asked him to.  Mom said that Edie and John Hottowe had seen him just a little while before Jimmy brought him in.  They said he looked well enough; when Big Jim had invited them in for a few minutes, they declined, and Edie felt terrible about that.  They were there to collect a donation for a door prize for the Seahawk game that night.  Big Jim was looking forward to seeing that game.

The three of them talked for a few minutes before Edie and John finally departed.  On Sunday the day was much the same as Saturday.  We got wood, I did homework, and I visited with my family.  I spent all day Monday working on my practice set and completed it as far as I could.  I finished by nine o’clock when Sybil came on.  I watched it in Mel’s room while we played Mastermind.th (6)

Tuesday was the day of the funeral I was up early and called a florist in PA for flowers for the service.  I stay by myself watching TV, thinking about Big Jim, Neah, and Ethel; thinking about what the family has gone through and is now going experiencing.  All my prayers cried out for them.

I was dressed and at the Church by 1:20 PM.  Palmer Smith, my co-usher had talked to Helen to get a list of the seating arrangements.  Big Jim’s relatives and family sat on the right and Palmer seated them.  I seated the Claplanhoo’s on the left.

They draped the casket with a flag, with flowers all around it.  Raye, Steve, and Jimmy arrived at a few minutes of two.  I said a silent hello as they walked inside.  It was the first time I had seen Jim since being home.  Rev. Oya read the obituary and gave his sermon.  There were two charming songs.  I did not listen to very much of what went on.  From the doorway, I stood with my eyes on Jim most of the time.  I cried some, especially when I noticed tears rolling down Joy Taylor’s face.

They opened the casket, and I felt unable to see Big Jim’s body for the last time.  I saw him from a distant, but prefer to remember him from the previous time I saw him alive.  I witnessed the family making their final contact with Big Jim.  Outside, there were not many tears, but inside they were pouring.

I drove Dad and Uncle Bill to the graveside.  th (7)Rev. Oya spoke a few words, it began to rain, and I held an umbrella for Patty Buckingham.  Dad and Uncle Bill walked back to the car.  I waited until they started putting dirt into the grave before returning to our car.

At the dinner that followed I sat by Mike and across from me sat Lawanda, Brenda, and Shirley Johnson.  I noticed that Lawanda walked in with Butch.  I felt disappointed in her.

Many kind words were said, and they were very reassuring.  The family rose together, and Raye spoke for them Moe said a few words and the day came to an end.

Before leaving, I walked over to see Jim and Raye.   Took Jim’s hand and clung on to it.  I couldn’t say anything, as I was fighting back the tears.  Our eyes met, and I have never seen such an expression before.  He looked lost, so tired, so hurt.  I began to let go of his hand when our eyes met again.  I grabbed the end of his fingers not wanting to release them.  We did not speak, but I felt we communicated so much.   I hugged Raye and left the hall. I walked home and in the short distance could only ask God why? Why!?

We saw the second half of Sybil, and afterward, I retired for the night.  I readied myself for the trip back to Tacoma, having to change tires, fold clothes and shower.  It was Stevie’s birthday, and I didn’t want to leave.  I left Neah Bay at about 3 o’clock. I stopped to see Steve and Raye.  Raye told me the shock she felt.  We talked, though doing so was difficult because of the many kids running around underfoot.  Raye and Steve were the hosts of Big Jim’s sister, Mary Ell and two nieces.

As I was leaving, Raye walked me to my car.  We finally had a chance to talk.  Raye did most of the talking and what she said made me feel good.  She told me that she was prepared for “Grams” death, and somewhat prepared for Neah’s death, but was completely unprepared for her Dad’s death.  She told me that she remembers something that Ethel had told her, “Keep your faith, and you can overcome anything.”

I asked her what Jim might be doing.  She told me that he would stay withAldrin-ChadM-NeahBay-22x50-$3500 Standard Oil until they found someone to take over.  After that, not knowing what he’d do.  Jim was a mixed-up kid she said.  Jimmy had taken his Dad into Port Angeles alone.  Oscar had offered to go in with them, but Big Jim told him no, he said he didn’t feel that bad.  When they got to the hospital, they told Jimmy that his Dad had stabilized.  Ten minutes later they told Jimmy that he had died.

Jimmy was all alone, feeling guilty for not being able to help his Dad.  Raye felt sorry for Jimmy and now doesn’t know what to do for him.  They invited him to stay with them for awhile, but Jimmy had not made any plans.  Raye mentioned they were planning a basketball tournament next month.  I offered my help of course and am looking forward to this.

I wrote Jimmy yesterday, but I don’t expect an answer.  I sent Stevie a birthday card today.  Life has passed, but life goes on. My prayers are with my family, friends, and especially for Jimmy and his family.

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Thursday, March 2, 1978 – Big Jim

Now back to the Journal:

          Thursday, March 2, 1978 –

            I have been writing about basketball on and off since Jan. 8th and haven’t been dating my entries.  I date this entry for an unfortunate reason.  My Dad called me around 4:30 PM, less than 10 minutes ago and told me that Big Jim Jarrett died today.  He assumes he died of a heart attack but really isn’t sure.

This death comes within 5 days short of 4 months after Neah died.  Now husband and wife are reunited.  In 9 months this family, my specially adopted family has lost Ethel, Neah and now Big Jim.  It seems so unfair.  Hasn’t this family suffered enough?  I don’t understand, I can’t understand.

4:50 PM – I just got a call from Helen.  The funeral is going to be Tuesday the 7th in Neah Bay.  Helen’s voice, the hurt in it was so much; she had had so much to bear these past few months.  She cracked as she talked, so did I; Helen was crying when she hung up, so was I.  Words seemed so worthless; the emotion not expressed enough by mere words.  My feelings are heavy, my heartaches, the pain is too much, my loneliness unbearable.  The family is meeting at 7 tonight.  Helen will call me afterward.

I last saw Jim and talked with him on January 12th.  Mike and I were on our way to Seattle; Mike to pick up a new radiator and I was on my way to Tacoma to start the spring semester the next day.  We met Jim in Washburn’s parking lot.  He and I chatted a bit.  He told me he was finishing moving into his trailer.  He retired at the end of February, today supposedly his second day of retirement.  He had purchased a trailer, and it was set up in front of their old house, behind Ethel’s house.  He told me he needed to clean the place up a bit, but if I were to come back in a few weeks, he invited me to go over and visit him.

As Mike and I were driving out of town, Jim was headed back in.  He smiled, waved, Mike, and I waved back, and that was the last time I saw Big Jim, he really looked good;  he was smiling and considering what he’s been through, he looked terrific.  It’s unbelievable that he is dead now.

I was going to write him; had planned on it since January.  I wanted to thank him for his Christmas gift, I am writing with this gift.  I also wanted to express my feelings to him, about Ethel, about Neah, about his family, about him, and now I can’t, and I fell so helpless.

We shook hands when we said good-bye, a warm handshaketh, and my last contact with Big Jim.  I am so afraid now.  I want to help them, support them, comfort them, but am scared to face them.  But I will, for Ethel, Neah and now Big Jim.  I will try to give the family what they gave me, their love.

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The Chief


Note: The following entry doesn’t come from my journal.  It is the story of the Landgren trip that I didn’t record.  –  (It was almost 20 years ago when I wrote this, written about a memory nearly 20 years before that.)

I don’t have the stats from the Landgren game.  I don’t really remember much of the game, on this date, July 27, 1998, as I write this.  I do remember that it was played at a so-called gym inside a log cabin.  I also remember that Clallam Bay was playing at Indian Heritage later in the evening of our day game.  The team was staying at the Towne once again they were given the option of going to see Clallam play, or going back to the Towne Motel if they could get a ride.  Dan Greene decided that he would prefer to miss the game and asked me if I would drive him back to the Motel.  I was Planning on going to go to the game, but since Dan asked me for a ride, I gave him a ride.  Why would I do such a thing?  Dan Greene was just one of those guys you wanted to get to know.  After cutting his long, scraggly hair he actually decent looking, or as Pat Davis, a woman I worked with at the Clallam Bay Correction Center, when she first saw him said,  “God, he’s gorgeous.”  Actually, it was like becoming friends with a legend, there was just something about him.  I wouldn’t find out until later why he was called “Chief Dan Greene.” I also don’t know why we became friends, we just did.

I was still driving my Red Maverick.  Dan made me nervous.  He was friendly, he talked, and he listened.  Maybe it was the fact that he heard me that made me really like him.  As I got close to the interstate entrance, I wasn’t paying close attention to where I was driving.  A dividing curb imagessprung out of nowhere, and I hit it straight on.  Dan laughed and laughed.  One of my hubcaps went flying off in the opposite direction.  downloadI was utterly embarrassed and entirely humiliated.  I got onto the Interstate entrance and headed for the Motel.  Dan asked, “Aren’t you going to go back and get your hubcap?”  No, absolutely not.  I don’t remember anything else about the ride.

All I know is that in today’s world they say, “I want to be like Mike,” in my world then I wanted to be like Dan.  I laugh at the earlier entries where I called him “Danny.”  I am sure I have never called him “Danny” to his face.

We got back to the Motel, and I ended up rooming with Dan, Ronnie, and Tate.  Coach had decided to use me as their in-room chaperone.  He put me in the room with these three guys, and I was completely intimidated.  images (1)Tate had a bed to himself, and Dan and Ronnie were sharing the other bed.  I asked for a pillow and the bedspread and lay down in front of the door.  My job was supposed to be to keep them in the room.  It didn’t work.  The late movie on the TV was the story about the Pueblo.  No one was really watching.  I had my eye on the TV, but I was really was trying to listen to their conversation.  I am only four years older than Dan, three years older than Ronnie and maybe five years on Tate.  But, I had almost nothing in common with these guys.  I finally gave up the ghost and lay down on the floor.  They waited about a half an hour, and when they thought I was asleep, they went out the window, and we were on the second story! They made three mistakes.  1) I wasn’t sleeping 2) they turned the radio up very loud to cover their departure. It only made me get up to turn it down. 3) They left the window wide open.  images (2)If I didn’t get up to turn the radio down, I certainly needed to get up and close the window, it was cold out.

I could have shut the window so they couldn’t get back in,  but  I left it open a crack.  I had either bed to myself, and I could have had a comfortable night’s sleep.  However, these guys really intimidated me; I knew they would get me back if I did anything like lock the window.  So, I slept on the floor.  Dan and Ronnie returned to the room by 5:30 AM.  They went back out to get Tate.  They reeled him in by 6:30 AM.  I listened to the night exploits.  They thought I was still sleeping.  Six months later I had a chat with Tate.  I reminded him of the fact that Dan and Ronnie had to get him out of where he had spent the night and get him back to the room.  His mouth dropped.  I felt Tate was the most natural target of the three.  I kidded him about “hush money.”  I expected to hear something from Dan or Ronnie, but not so much as a single word.

Nine years later when I turned 30, download (1)my wife and mother decided to throw me a “roast” for a birthday party.  All my friends were there.  What few I had anyway.  They all got up one by one and socked it to me.  When it came to Dan’s turn, I feared what he had to say.  He said, “There was this time Coach, and Julie put Bud in my room with Tate and Ronnie to be our chaperone.  Coach thought having Bud sleeping in front of the door would keep us from getting in trouble.  What they didn’t know was that Bud camped in front of the door for us, he was our lookout for Coach.”  The room laughed uproariously! It was brilliant.  He turned the whole incident on me.  Nothing I could say about that night would be believed by anyone.  Julie actually thought he was telling the truth and later got after me for helping them.  It was totally unbelievable.

Dan was a groomsman at my wedding as I was for his.  We got married exactly three weeks apart.  By the time I was getting married, Dan had me working out in the weight room. I didn’t know it then, but I met Dan Greene for the first time at Naselle.  He was visiting from his home in New Jersey and was only in the eighth grade.  He wasn’t even suited up for the first half of the game.  He suited up at halftime he told me and played most of the second half.  I had no idea who he was. My first memory of Dan was in Port Angeles.  Coach had brought him up from the JV’s to play in the NOL league playoff.  Dan didn’t play much, and he was muttering to himself as he walked off the court, “If Coach wasn’t going to play me, why did he bring me up?”  All I could think was, “Who the heck does this guy think he is?” Dan was a tall, skinny kid then, and his hair was long and scraggly, much like Randy Johnson’s, only longer.  This was also long before his weightlifting days began. images

I have known Dan now for over twenty years. He has taught me a lot about faith in God,  despite how he lived.  He has fathered 9 kids with three different baby mommas.  He has quoted scripture to me about young men having many arrows (kids) and blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.  It has at times been hard to be his friend.  It is hard to see his family suffering.  It is hard to see him flirting with others,   I always said that if his wife and/or girlfriend wanted me to make a choice, I would choose Dan.

I had run out of hope for Dan.  I stopped praying for him because I didn’t know what to pray anymore.   I have seen his older children;  grow secure in their own faith.  Dan told me they gave him scriptures download (2)to read, and his daughter gave him scriptures about adultery.  They gave him his Mom’s bible to read.  He had called to talk to me about this, and he said he is reading it. His son told him he sounds happier.  At a Sunday service, Daniel took prayer requests after the youth group conducted worship.  When it came time for prayer request, all the youngsters had their hands in the air for their prayer requests.  When it came time to testify, they all witnessed.  Listening to Dee’s prayer was refreshing and renewed and strengthened my own belief in God.  He is doing great works in Deebo.  I can pray for Dan again.  I do love him as a brother, and I hope he will recommit his life to Jesus.  He deserves to be happy and to get his life in order.  He must, his eternity depends on it.

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Girls Game at Wishkah

January 6, 1978

The girls took a trip to Wishkah for their third game and came away with a 47 – 42 victory.  It was a come from behind victory that saw Mel score 24 points, mostly on second-half lay-ins. I did not make the trip and am sorry I didn’t.  Wishkah built a + 10 point advantage, but our girls came back and won the game over the taller Loggerettes.  The score was 23 – 13 at halftime.  Neah Bay was bothered by Wishkah’s press.

Margie Chartraw triggered many of the passes that led to Mel’s lay-ins.  Neah Bay outscored Wishkah 20 –11 in the third quarter, trailing 34 – 33 after 3 quarters.  Neah Bay outscored Wishkah 14 – 8 in the final period to record the 47 – 42 victory.  Mel had 24, Marge 14, Mikey 7 and Lois 2. Neah Bay’s record was now 2 – 1.

Both the girls and Boys had a game against Landgren on Saturday, January 7, 1978.  Another overnight stay was planned.  The team had to raise money to pay for their overnight stay.


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My Childhood Home in Transition

2013-11-28 15.38.42I spent most of the day at Mom and Dad’s house yesterday with Thomas as he went about taking possession of the China cabinet that actually held China. I was overwhelmed by a sense of sadness as we slowly take down possessions, keepsakes, and treasures that maybe only Mom or Dad knew the value. It is now a house in transition. Furniture gone, tables gathered together, rooms being emptied slowly, knick-knacks accumulating where the couch, then Dad’s hospital bed, and then a sofa again had been. It’s a home Dad built, and Mom decorated; mostly from their Sears charge card.

So many memories, so many feelings running through my mind. Family Christmas gatherings, game nights, Mom’s Friday Makah Days kickoff luncheon.

By the phone in the dining room hangs a 1987 calendar. It’s not only a reminder that land lines are a thing of the past my childhood home too,  will become a memory of the past.

Dad, Lynn & MomMy sister Lynn had been gone 11 years earlier this month. Three years later Dad died. Four years ago today, Mom died in Bremerton. Bremerton once memories of sadness, now the city where my son, his wife and their kids now call home. A change for the better as I now look forward to visiting them in Bremerton.

Change is inevitable. It is no different from the house I lived in twice. Once in my childhood and once with my wife when we moved in to help care for Mom. As it goes through transition, I once again look forward to game nights and family Christmas gatherings that will be spent in the new home. It will be full of the love and respect taught to us by Mom and Dad; Gramsy and Grandpa are gone to us for now but always to be remembered.

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Baccalaureate 2017



I spent one of the best days of my life here. 35 years ago I married Robin Olson at this alter.

What is Baccalaureate?
Dictionary.com defines it as
2. a religious service held at an educational institution, usually on the Sunday before the commencement day.

Today the churches of our community celebrate your accomplishments. We get to talk to you about God. In the balance of state/church activities; the school gets 12-13 years of required attendance, the Neah Bay Churches get one voluntary service.

Many of you will ask:

Why God?


He saved us
“For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.” (John 3:17, NIV)
His Grace and Mercy are Boundless
Micah 7:13 (NIV) says “You delight in showing mercy,”


He Makes All Things New

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!
(NIV: 2 Corinthians 5:17)

He’s Always With Us
Psalm 46:1King James Version (KJV)
46 God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.

He cares about you




The more you talk to Him, the more you realize you have learned how to pray.

Benjamin Franklin once said, “In this world, nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.”
But, Because death takes no holiday

Some will ask:

Why God?

To those who have lost a child, parent, sibling, or friend there aren’t any words that wouldn’t seem cheap or empty when they ask, why? All you can do is pray, be there, take comfort in giving comfort. You pray, sit with them sometimes in silence, sometimes speaking, to let them know that they are not alone in their suffering and grief. But, when faced with the question why my response is

I don’t know.


In response to this why question from OP-ED COLUMNIST Maureen Dowd of the New York Times

Father Kevin O’Neil associate professor of moral theology at the Washington Theological Union wrote,

” I remember visiting a dear friend hours before her death and reminding her that death is not the end, that we believe in the Resurrection. I asked her, “Are you there yet?” She replied, “I go back and forth.” There was nothing I wanted more than to bring out a bag of proof and say, “See? You can be absolutely confident now.” But there is no absolute bag of proof. I just stayed with her. A life of faith is often lived “back and forth” ”by believers and those who minister to them.

A life of faith, if you don’t have it yet, it’s not too late. Ask questions, seek answers, open the book you will be given today and study it. It can be the most important book you will ever read. One key to Christianity is,
It’s YOUR choice.
Many sitting here today will be willing to help you explore what faith is. I am. Though I don’t have all the answers, I have my faith.


— C. S. Lewis said: “Christianity, if false, is of no importance, and if true, of infinite importance. The only thing it cannot be is moderately important.”


The next step in life is yours to take.

Anne Frank said, “Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person’s character lies in their own hands.” —

Some will be living off the reservation for the first time, paying bills for the first time.

Judith Martin made this observation, “The invention of the teenager was a mistake. Once you identify a period of life in which people get to stay out late but don’t have to pay taxes — naturally, no one wants to live any other way.”

In this age of social media, when connections to family and friends no matter where they are just a text away, there still may be days when you feel down and lonely
“If you think nobody cares if you’re alive, try missing a couple of payments.”

It used to be only death and taxes were inevitable. Now, of course, there’s shipping and handling, too.


What will you do with your life?


Follow your passion, stay true to yourself, never follow someone else’s path unless you’re in the woods and you’re lost, and you see a path then by all means you should follow that.


Think of your daily activities:

Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course… We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead, the stars come out every night, and we watch television.
– PAUL Hawken

Stand outside this evening. Look at the stars. Know that you are special and loved by the One who created them.



I once saw a post on social media that said, I don’t know how people can cruise around Neah Bay all day, the only thing that changes there are new dogs running around the street.
It made me think;

I moved to Neah Bay in 1967, I was ten. Yes, I’m 60 now, and I had to write all this down before I forgot… There were no HUD houses because there was no Housing Authority; imagesmeaning No Diaht housing or East Nursery Housing. The 200 line was where you took your garbage to the old garbage dump. There was no Wellness Center. Now there are two housing developments there, and Sail River Heights has been added in the last few years. When we lived up on the 200 line, we found out there really was a downtown Neah Bay.
There was no Marina or Mini Mart, and Washburn’s and the Post Office were in the vacant lot across the street from the mini-mart.images (3)

There were “resorts” leased to nonmembers. They pulled their floats at the end of tourist season, leaving their stinking floats by the roadside, for residents to enjoy all winter and early spring, but taking the bulk of the income from the summer fisheries with them.

There was a movie theatre! They showed second run and third run movies, but it was a theatre! They had expensive popcorn, candy and pop like any theater you go to today. A theatre was needed since the only TV stations were channel 12, KVOS out of Bellingham, then a CBS affiliate, Channel 2, CBUT and Channel 6 CHEK TV out of Canada. This may explain why families were bigger back then.

There were two fish buying docks; Bay Fish and the Co-op. c57abdaf8681f8c549f793dc503669fe-250x159There was Mel’s Resort on a barge where the second boat launch is next to the Minimart.

Cape Flattery Lodge was located where Theron’s trailer is, on the next street back was an old abandoned church.
There was no Woodland Avenue, just backstreet and it turned left at what now is Portage street, and joined front street, (the street names were so original) or what we now call Bayview Avenue. There was very little a block south of Bayview, the area that is now Butler’s Motel to behind the Post Office.

The tech center started as a business center; then was a bingo hall; until head start moved in, and later an alternative school before it became the tech center.
There was the Thunderbird Motel and restaurant. The motel was built on pilings and jutted over the water where Big Salmon is now. The Cafe was across the street in the Community Gym parking lot. Oh, and there was no Makah Community Gym, or McGym as I affectionately like to call it. The silver salmon resort stood next to Debbie and Kirks current lot, The Tyee was the most recent old “resort” torn down. Farwest Resort was across the street from Mel’s resort; sitting right next to Tryon’s 76 Gas station. A Chevron gas station sat next to where Jube’s home is now. The mini-mart was previously the site for a Chevron bulk fuel station. There were three colossal metal fuel containers the size of the tank once sitting in front of the fishermen’s coop.

Elvrum’s motel sat in the vacant lot in front of where the Post Office now sits. Elvrums cafe was across the street where the Warmhouse is now. images (2)Morton’s resort is where the Cape is now. There was no Hobuck cabins and campgrounds.

There was no MCRC; no Senior Citizen Center; no Senior Apartments; there were no rentals behind where Washburn’s is now or at the end of the block before you turn left on Fort to go to the school.

The old elementary school wasn’t replaced yet, the new primary was built in the early 80’s. The former high school was just the multipurpose room, the four classrooms around it, and five classrooms that started where the art room is now extending west. The hallways were all outside.

The old elementary also housed a band room that was upstairs and located over the school’s shop and also housed the gym, with a floor smaller than what was the Center gym (the Center Gym was located where Public Safety now sits); the bleachers were solid wood, and steep. The backboards were wooden, fan-shaped. You had to walk down to the locker/shower room. The visitors’ locker rooms were located underneath the bleachers, where you could only stand up on the outer edge because the ceiling slanted with the bleachers. I was asked to take stats there for Mr. Miller, then the Basketball coach and my sixth-grade teacher, only when he handed me a clipboard, I had to ask what a rebound and an assist were. My freshman year we played Joyce 5 times. Joyce was not Crescent back then. There was a stage lining the south side of the gym. We used to put on full-scale Broadway musicals there. I sang in some of them, but for some reason, my character always died or was already dead. I was Lt. Cable in South Pacific, who died, Dracula, who got a stake through the heart, and the ghost of Romeo. There was Bye Bye Birdie, starring Maria Pascua, Babes in Arms, and Lil Abner.

The new high school gym opened with the last game of the 1971-1972 season. The parking lot was still unpaved. The floor in the entryway was designed to capture dirt, and it did an excellent job for that first game. I played in the first game ever played there. Clallam Bay whipped us. Yes, I played basketball, football too.

The museum opened in 1979. There was still an active air base where the Tribal Center is now. The Tribal center was an old two-story naval building next to where housing is now. The housing office was built in the early to mid 70’s. That’s about the time Diaht housing went up.

The Air Force left in 1988, and the center became a YWAM, Youth With a Mission site for a few years. When YWAM went, they tried running the base as a resort; using the dorm rooms as overnight guest rooms. The Council renovated the “resort” and moved into it in the mid 90’s.

The Marina was completed in 1997. The offices and conference room came after that.

Now, that’s just the fifty years of change that I remember. The dates aren’t exact, but you get the picture.

When you leave this evening; try to imagine this Neah Bay, compared to what you see now.

Then think about what it can be.

You will help shape the next fifty years of change in Neah Bay. Use your imagination, think bigly.

I urge you to Follow this quote as a guide:

Some men see things as they are, and say why. I dream of things that never were and say why not.
Robert Kennedy


If you think you are too small to be effective, you have never been in bed with a mosquito.


Many of the quotes I used may be from people you haven’t heard of. I don’t know them all. I found them by Googling them. Google is a great tool:




It doesn’t matter that your dream came true if you spent your whole life sleeping.

Even if it was difficult with that mosquito flying around.

I close with
One last note:

Your best is yet to come!







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