Alie Zagata had a good idea about a centennial celebration for Seaside High. Most of my siblings went there — at least five of them and I remember my own years fondly. The old restroom library sounds interesting. I always wondered where it was and am surprised that Miss Gillman was its first librarian. She was also librarian at the high school in its early days and lived across the street from us. Her house has been replaced with a more modern type, but memories linger.
All of the local papers do a fantastic job of sports reporting. Their terrific pictures add so much to the stories they have to tell. It’s so vastly different from what my generation likes to call “the good old days.” I was in high school during depression times when some of us couldn’t afford the price of a season ticket to sports events. Today it seems that sports are the “be all end all” of school. Even for it to exist. Parents are often driving their athletes to various venues for games. It’s perhaps more than once a week and could be a real hardship. It may even be that these excursions have nothing to do with the school. If the kids manage to get in some readin’, writin’ and arithmetic during their school days, it’s a miracle. Will we have a workforce of jocks or do they have time to learn something?
We little-bit-South County folk are maybe just as interested in the goings on in Gearhart as are its residents. While we understand profit and loss as well as the next guy, it will be hard to think of Gearhart without a grocery store. (Perhaps if the owners had had more sales once in awhile, people would be more inclined to shop there.) Maybe they do. In my familiar territory, “the good old days,” there were two groceries in Gearhart. Regrettably, N.E. Willis and Son’s corner grocery, which the Gearhart Grocery was once called, was less thriving than Cutler’s across the street where the restaurant now holds sway. The proprietor there was younger and more affluent, while Mr. and Mrs. Willis (my sister Alta Mae’s in-laws) was an older couple, pretty much worn out from the battle. They had a delivery truck that doubled as a school bus and would never pass today. My sister picked up the kids, delivered them to school and took them home later. I rode with her on one of those occasions. The truck was equipped with a bench along either side of the back where the kids sat. Most of them lived in the McCormack Gardens area and I remember the route — in at the north entrance and out at G St. I forgot if the school was the artists red building by the restaurant or if that was the gym. It was in the 30s when I lived with Al for a while. She had a house on the ridge path about 3rd or 4th. Gearhart, like Seaside, has changed so much since then. Every town has its metamorphoses — not for the better always, but different. And, we usually appreciate the familiar and the reliable. As to the brewpub, certainly one element of the population will be pleased. If we can’t always have our way, we learn to adjust.
Q. Why do some party givers like to invite ghosts?
A. They bring the boos. (Courtesy of Dana Perino.)
When you put “the” with “IRS” it becomes “theirs.” (Courtesy of Leila Vernor.)