We read in the paper, a while back, about a carnival on the Washington side. It’s been years since we had one, though in my teen years it happened every summer. Don’t you think it’s about time to invite one again? It might help to allay some of our fears about the future.
The Methodist Church is starting Sunday school again. There aren’t many kids to take advantage of it but we’re hoping that will change. I think fondly of my Sunday school years, especially the songs and the stories. Kids learn things about the Bible and acceptable behavior that they often are not taught anywhere else. Some refurbishment has been done in the basement so it’s a nicer atmosphere. We hope to see some of your little ones there and we’ll get to know each other better.
The recently proposed (and failed) panhandling ordinance in Seaside was a poser. One of my favorite authors says what’s the use if a man is destitute for daily food and you suggest that he go in peace and be warmed and filled without giving him what he needs? Sure, there may be those among them who want rather than need the money. It’s how they make their living. If we do have something extra, it behooves us to share. Certainly, no homeless person could ever pay $50 for a license.
In an earlier storm on a Thursday, I saw a hummingbird extracting nectar from a fuchsia bush outside the window, indifferent to rain and wind. Where did he come from? Where did he go? There were few of those birds at my house in the summer, but to have one still around in the fall seems topsy-turvy.
In response to one letter to the editor, I can’t recall when Gearhart was “relatively unknown.” Rather, I remember it as a small town full of familiar families. Perhaps to someone in Massachusetts, one has to learn, but on the West Coast, certainly not. Many important people had summer homes, regular residences or relatives in Gearhart — names like Holmstrom, McCall, Brougher or Honeyman, etc.
During Thanksgiving week when we tooled around Astoria, one trip took us up Coxcomb Hill to the newly repainted Astoria Column. We just watched my son and grandson approach the entrance to the monument and in about three minutes they were waving at us from the top. In about the same interval, there they were coming out. It sure helps to have good legs. David was eager to get out because he felt a little sway at the viewpoint.
The seniors would like to say a big “wrapped-in-red-ribbon” thank you for their Christmas dinner at the Seaside Convention Center on Dec. 13. It was an anticipated pleasure. This annual event, in which volunteers from the Seaside Service Council put on their Santa caps and serve their elders, is very popular. City manager Mark Winstanley was much in evidence doing his bit. The Barkers (Cheryle and Doug) were scooting around as well as Santa and others. It was great.
Conversation in a French restaurant:
Waiter: We’re serving escargot today.
Patron: I don’t like snails!
Waiter: Why is that?
Patron: I prefer fast food.