By, Jim Wilson Fifty or so years ago, when prom nights were very special and gyms were decorated to the nines, I was a junior in high school. I wasn’t one of the boys who dated a lot, but I figured I should ask a girl and take her to the prom. I hemmed and…
Author: Jim Farrell
The Spruce Production Division
In 1914 Europe exploded into what was called the “War to end all wars”, which the USA had tried to stay out of. The war saw the introduction of many new weapons such as the use of ‘Aeroplanes’, which required using light flexible wood for the frames. The best wood to use was from Spruce…
GRANDPA DICK’S BROTHER BILL AND GEORGE
By Jeri Farrell-Shaw The year of the snow, Grandpa Dick’s Brother Bill was working with the Bunyan outfit in the Washington Cascades. Cold? That year it was so cold that when trying to speak outside, words would freeze in midair, and fall to the ground without a sound. Come the thaw in the spring, all…
Lorine (Mom) Pursley Farrell
By Jim Farrell On May 3, 2022, she would have been100 years-old, an age she wanted to achieve, but she died three and a half years ago. This lady was raised in the logging camps of the Olympic Peninsula, on the “west end”, where the only way to even reach Port Angeles, WA was by…
CROW’S NEST
By Ines Bojlesen Aye, I come from back and beyond, my barking irons, long gone. I have encountered many a buccaneer, corsair, filibuster, while sailing under a letter of marque. I’ve gone on account, I’ve walked the plank, zenith so close to being the end. Boreas saved me and lifted me to safety. No more…