Kit Bradley first heard about it from Dennis McCormick, an old buddy of mine, whose brother Glenn had a “truck with no engine” and we went to see it. We started making plans to ride our bikes from Cove to the Burma Road, the most dangerous road on Vashon, unpaved gravel with cliffs above steep canyons, sometimes on both sides.
Jack Church yelled at me:”You are never going to eat that and I’ll bet a quarter that you can’t do it.” I picked up my fork and consumed a pancake that was five fork- lengths across and I have the picture to prove it; somewhere. It happened at Paradise on Mt. Rainier in 1950, and we had camped out there for our assault on the Nisqually Glacier.
Vashon Community Care is the Island’s only full-service senior care facility. We devote ourselves to the independence of our Island seniors, to keep them as healthy and active as they can be. Without Vashon Community Care, our oldest generation in need of our services would have to move away from their Island, their families, neighbors and friends to find care somewhere else
Uncle Jerry was driving an old green coupe, I think it was a Plymouth. We were coming home from catechism at Dockton and Uncle Jerry’s car was full with his three children and us cousins. “Brace yourself,” Uncle Jerry yelled at sister Molly who was sitting in the suicide seat, the most unsafe seat in the car in case of an accident. She was told to push hard against the glove box and to lock her elbows against a collision. We must have been hitting 50 MPH.
Winter time. Time for gathering around a fire and sharing stories with your loved ones. That’s what people have done for generations, across cultures, around the world. Stories and the art of telling them are truly inseparable from human life.
Cynthia and Sam were twelve years old when he rode by her on his bicycle coming down Ellisport hill. “Wanna go to a square dance?” he yelled. “Don’t think I will,” Cynthia replied. But Sam couldn’t hear, he was too far down the hill, which didn’t stop Sam from asking Clara the next day and the day after that. What was a boy to do?
“Mom, Mom, the cats are climbing the Christmas tree,” yelled brother Mike. Our two Siamese cats, Meeko and Chakree were chasing each other up the tree and when Meeko reached the top, the tree fell over with a crash. Smoke was coming from the broken lights and broken ornaments were all over the floor.
Thirty years ago now, Madonna’s “Papa Don’t Preach” neared the top of the music charts. “Peggy Sue Got Married” was on the big screen and “Family Ties” was still a TV hit. The “Oprah Winfrey Show” had just aired for the first time, and Cindy Crawford was launching her modeling career.
Thanks to improved water quality, the Washington State Department of Health (DOH) has opened 180 acres of shellfish beds in Quartermaster Harbor at Vashon and Maury islands to commercial and recreational shellfish harvesting for the first time in more than 20 years.
As my mind soars over things that happened a long time ago, I find myself using these thoughts to write a story that may be mostly true. My strongest memory was the time Mom caught me carving my initials in the rail of the Ground Observer tower on Sunrise Ridge. She told me that I was defacing government property and never to do that again. Those were her words and it scared me.
Riders who don’t want to pay cash to ride transit now have a new way to pay. King County Metro Transit is launching the Puget Sound region’s first-ever mobile ticket app – Transit GO Ticket – allowing riders to buy and redeem transit tickets on their mobile device without needing cash to ride.
You can go to another world without leaving Vashon. By spending a winter evening on the shoreline with a flashlight you will soon find a little-known yet vast community of living intertidal beings under and near the north end ferry dock.
Each year during the first two weekends of December the Maury Island home and workspace of artists Christine and Darsie Beck is transformed into the hottest holiday happening on the Vashon Island Art Studio Tour.
It was 1952, or thereabouts and Bob Gregg and I weren’t very far from Ridge Road and down on the beach. The sound of the ram pump in the woods above us echoed down the creek. The creek-driven ram pumped water 200 feet up the hill,a tablespoon at a time, day and night, to a thousand gallon tank on a 20 foot tower providing a gravity feed to the families living on the ridge.
Learning to march was tough, responding to all those marching commands and not stumbling over our own feet. Drilling like an army was part of scouting. Boy Scouts had to work together so the whole line reversed direction when Uncle Bruce gave the command, “about face.”
It may not feel like it, but winter will soon be upon Vashon-Maury Islands. The October windstorm was just a rehearsal for tougher weather ahead. And, that means power outages, ferry disruptions, road closures and more. For years, Islanders have counted on VoV’s 1650AM Emergency Alert Service
“In twenty-six years, I’ve never had a cartoon turned down,” says Ed Frohning. “Sometimes I get tired and say I’ll quit, but then people tell me how much they love the cartoons, and how they follow me, and I keep going.”
Vashon Youth & Family Services (VYFS) is pleased to announce the hiring of a team of managers to lead its early childhood program, Family Education and Support Services (FESS). Barbara Garrett and Christine Wood joined VYFS as co-leaders of the FESS program in early October, taking over from the previous Manager, Catherina Willard.
Mary Sage, a long time Islander, was diagnosed with multiple myeloma in 2015. Mary needs a bone marrow transplant, which is not fully covered by insurance. Thanks to the support of local businesses and the hard work and generosity of community members, friends of Mary raised enough money to pay for the transplant.
This fall on Vashon, Luke Currier, a Permaculture designer and educator from Duluth, MN will be leading a workshop on permaculture. This workshop will be helpful to people at any level of permaculture knowledge, from beginners to well-read certified designers, the theme of this workshop will revolve specifically around fruit-tree production and will be hosted by The All-Merciful Saviour Monastery south of Dockton.
Our great-grandparents came from Denmark in 1892 and moved from Wisconsin to Portage in 1906 where Nels Mattson bought 300 acres that extended from the Portage store to the towers at KIRO and down to Luana beach. Over the years this property has shrunk to a couple of lots and a house on the beach.