Tuesday, September 27, 2011

27 September 2011

On this day the last few days in 1948:
[23 Sep 1948 Thursday] What did one hat say to the other hat when a man entered the store? Ans. I go on a head.

[September 24] Sunny day. Cold north wind blowing. Circle 3 met here 12 ladies here, some the last minute phoned not coming. Had a good time & meeting. Mrs. Black & Miss Shiack helped with. Had dahlias & roses (yellow) for decoration, rice custard, peas jelly, pickles & hot rolls & date crumbles for dessert. Had earthquake at 3:47 p.m. during meeting. Mrs. Connor gave me 2 hankies.

[September 25] (Just a newspaper clipping about a wig maker, one "of 35 actual wig-makers in the United States". Name is Thomas S. Singer and of his work they write:
Most of the clients are persons whose hair has fallen victim to disease or accident, persons whose lives have been made miserable by their loss. . .Some, a great number indeed, are children and young persons who are acutely conscious of their loss. Only a few days ago, Singer made a full wig for a girl, 5, who was ready to start kindergarten. . ."When I put the piece on the child, "said Singer, "she ran to the mirror and gazed into it for almost a minute. Then she cried out: 'Look, Mama, I'm just like the other kids now!'"

Nice little story. )

[September 26 (Sunday)] Rain & rain & rained all day. Went to Plymouth to church & a goodly attendance. Had dinner at Sam & Ray's. Dad left for Longview at 3:30 p.m. to sell Hospital Insurance.

[September 27] Sunny yet a cold wind from north blowing. Did last weeks ironing.

An earthquake! Must have been a small one since it's not listed in the big ones (they had another one in April of 1949, a 7.1. The last large one here was a 6.8 in February of 2001 -- I was in a downtown building for that one. We get a big one every 30 years or so. Their weather seems to have fallen into Fall as well as ours: we had a September run of very warm weather, climaxing last Friday & Saturday (23rd & 24th) around 80, but the next day it began raining, a day-long steady rain, the first in a couple of months. Fall is now here.

I managed to finish painting the house the very day before it started raining. The last bit was the front steps which are concrete. I got special concrete paint instead of just slopping on the house paint which is what I think previous paintings had done. I'm rather proud of that; I've never painted a full house by myself. Wasn't a professional job, but a bit better than a rank amateur. The only thing I could have done better was scrape: I kept finding little places where I had missed some spots.

I spent today (Tuesday) taking the Spousal Unit to the airport for a business trip at 6 (flight left at 8) and then went to the archaeology place to work on my final report. Still needs some work, the conclusions, figures, references, and some detail on dating some bottles. Also inquired with the Anthro dept. at UW about possibly teaching an Egypt course (Archy 312) and the response was positive.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

21 September, 2011

On this day in 1948: Another newspaper clipping having to do with the apparent longshoremen strike. This one has the title Ship Operators 'Won't Budge'. It's kind of long so I won't quote the whole thing:
Gettings [William, a union guy] said lonshore gangs were working in Seattle yesterday for independent and army contractors. He concluded:
"This proves that our members are getting paychecks in spite of the employers' association refusal to deal with the union. These independent operators are having no trouble with the union. Why is that?"

Right after that the diarist has written "unfair!" The ship owners are apparently digging in on the fact that the union has "not signed non-Communist affidavits in line with the Taft-Hartley provisions." Can't really tell what paper it came from, but the typeface doesn't seem like previous Seattle papers.

Anyway, back in 2011 I have finished painting our 1954 house. Almost. Have a few odds and ends to finish up, like the back door frame and front steps and (small) porch. First house I've painted in 30 years. Hopefully the last as well. I think the next time it needs painting I will A) Be employed and can pay someone else to do it, and B) It will probably need to be sanded and have a lot of boards replaced. It's still in decent shape, I suppose, but it really could use some TLC next time. Otherwise, it was cloudy but warm, around 74.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

20 September 2011

On this day in 1948: Nothing but a rather large newspaper clipping. Appears to be a half-page ad by the "Pacific American Shipowners Association, Waterfront Employers of Washington". Here's some of the text:
As long as the Communist Party leadership remains in control, peace on the West Coast waterfront is directly and irrevocably tied to the same forces that will determined peace or war on the Berlin Front. . .and on all fronts throughout the world. The same basic pattern of chaos and confusion that has blocked every effort of our own State Department in Berlin and Moscow. . . .that has consistently harrassed and crippled West Coast shipping for the past fourteen years. . .will continue to disrupt and block every attempt to achieve peace on the West Coast waterfront.

Then it's got a few quotes. I searched a bit and found some news on the 1948 Longshoremen strike in Seattle. It's a Union site so bear that in mind, but I found this about 2/3 of the way down:
After the strike ended, the Waterfront Employers Association said they had never meant to imply that Bridges was a Communist. But they weren't being all that nice. Bridges sued the Employers Association for libel and slander. That's when they backed off. They didn't do it out of any generosity or any mea culpa. Nothing like that. Bridges decided before the end of the strike that he would sue them after they took a full page in the papers.

. . .

One was a picture of Bridges and Molotov, the foreign minister of the Soviet Union, clicking champagne glasses, and implying this is an example of Communists hobnobbing together. The union got hold of the original photos, which showed a group of people at a reception during the United Nations Conference when Molotov was the chief delegate for the Russians.

Which is exactly what this is. Can't tell if this means the diarist is pro- or anti-union. Tomorrow's also just has a news clipping related to this strike as well.

Here in 2011, I am nearly finished painting the house. I've done all four sides, but the south side needs a second coat. Actually, all 4 sides could use two, but this one obviously does. I might repaint the other sides in upcoming years, maybe one side each year.

Also, the dog next door, Oliver, died this past weekend. The neighbors just woke up Saturday morning and found him dead. Apparently a stroke or some such. I hope it was relatively quick and painless for him. He was a decent dog, barked kind of a lot, but a big hairy sweetie for the most part. Lola — the other dog (both Newfoundlands) — is kind of traumatized. She’s been howling and stuff ever since when no one is around; she misses Oliver greatly.

Not working at all, just one day last week. After the painting is done I'll go to the Cascadia office for a couple of days to write up the final report, and then start looking again in earnest. I hate job hunting and I've been doing it almost constantly for the last 7 years.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

18 September 2011

On this these last few days in 1948:

Nothing, actually. Just a newspaper clipping taped onto the facing pages for 14 and 15 September, which has two photos of a cat and a barrel full of water, with the caption:
QUICK -- Charley, a fishing cat belonging to Walt Kenney, owner of Sunrise Beach fishing resort on Whidbey Island, makes a lightning-like stab in the live-bait barrel for dinner -- a herring, in this case. Put on the knife and forks, ma, Charley'll be right home.
SUCCESS -- A plat do jour herring clenched in his teeth, Charley makes off for the nearest dinner table. This would go on all day, says Kenney, if Charley had his way. As it is, Charley catches more fish than most fishermen, and with less equipment. (Post-Intelligencer Photos by Ken Harris,)

No more entries until Sep. 20th and then just another newspaper clipping.

Sad news from 2011: The neighbor's dog, Oliver, died yesterday. They found him laying in his favorite spot (coincidentally, the same spot the former dog, Albert, died as well) yesterday (Saturday the 17th) morning. Both were Newfoundlands. Lola, the other one, has been crying since yesterday evening about it. Very sad. I never much interacted with Oliver, but he was a nice dog. Lola always comes over to the fence for a few scratches, although I always have to wear a rubber glove because she isn't bathed very often and otherwise my hand would smell of dog despite scrubbing.

It was our 7th wedding anniversary yesterday as well, which we both nearly forgot. . . .again. We'd been, errrmmm, together and also shacking up since about 1990 so the actual marriage wasn't that big a deal. I think at least 2-3 times we've forgotten about it.

Otherwise, I am nearly finished painting: I did the south side Wednesday, but it needs another coat, which leaves just the north side and touching up to be done. The coming week looks dry so I should be able to finish by Wednesday at least. It has turned suddenly to Autumn so just in time. It rained all night last night, first rain in over a month; I am happy about that since things will be green again and I don't have to hand-water plants for a few days at least.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

11 September 2011

On this day in 1948:
Only a short newspaper clipping attached:
Una Oates To Be Patrons' Guest
On Friday, September 10, at a 6:30 dinner in the Gowman Hotel, the 1956-46 patrons of King County Eastern Star Chapters will entertain their matrons for that year. This is an annual affair in which the matrons and patrons of 1945-46 have an opportunity to renew friendships.
Un L. Oates, grand matron for 1945-46, and Lester E. Hitt, grand patron for that year, will be guests of honor. Program for the evening is under the direction of William C. Krapp [unfortunate name; ed.] of Amethyst Chapter, and dinner arrangements are being handled by Audley F. Mahaffey of University Chapter. Don W. Schloeman of Doric, this year's president of the patrons, urges the members to get their reservations in by September 1, the date that the hotel must be notified. Call Ke. 2163 or Me. 2196 or write Mr. Mahaffey at 1418 East 63rd.

Looks like Masons. You can see a postcard of the Gowman here. I checked with Google Maps' Street View and the building is no longer there. The coming days have few entries, but several newspaper clippings. I think I'll try scanning them and entering them that way instead of typing them in? Well, maybe.

Yesterday (Saturday the 10th) we went to a football game in Husky Stadium and met my friend Mary, her boyfriend, and her daughter in something called The Zone, which is behind the stadium. Basically a place to booze it up before the game. Mary was a little sauced already so she was quite fun. Game was pretty good, against Hawaii; pretty lousy defense, score was 40-32 UW. Very hot; our seats are in the north upper deck. This is the last year before they remodel it. Today was quiet, went for lunch (Greek place at Northgate Mall), did grocery shopping, and then I went over to Bellevue to see a car at an estate sale (1964 Corvair, already gone), and then came home to make an apple cobbler. High 80s yesterday and also today.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

9 September 2011 (Friday)

On this the last two days in 1948:
[Sep 8] Hot day like summer.
Washed clothes & several blankets too and they dried fluffy. Made Angle Pie[?]. Frances & Don were over to dinner & played 10 to 1. Dad won 1st game & Don the second as usual. I deep in the hole.

[Sep 9] For a whole week a terrible cold from this date on and have been going to Dr. Schmidt for too many head aches. Vertabra[sic] at neck bad & one leg shorter than the other. So no wonder I feel punk. Had one whole week of brilliant hot sunshine like summer.

Here in 2011 we are also experiencing summer: 80s for the last 5 days and up near 90 over this weekend. Really the first stretch of very hot weather we've had this year. Yesterday I had my last day-ish at the sewer project site: they're not digging through anything risky for archaeology, so I'm staying away except for checking in a couple of times and going back out when they go off the road, if they do.

Otherwise, I did a funeral at Assumption for Larry Haigh. Seems to have been a great guy, worked on a NASA tracking station in Alaska in the '60s and had quite a few kids. Then I met Fiona at UVil.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

7 September, 2011

On this day in 1948:
Hot day sun shining & no clouds in the sky.
Tried to organize the basement & find missing material but where[sic] too many changes & put in different boxes. Don & Frances were over this evening to give the glad news that they are going to have a baby. April 18th 1948. Went to see Ray & Sam to tell them the glad tidings & mail some letters.

I'm guessing she typoed the date there and it should be April 18, 1949. Odd describing it as 'hot' as the temp was only 73 that day. OTOH, I hope she's not recording this in 1947 on a 1948 diary, although I doubt she'd have been able to get a 1948 one at the beginning of 1947. Bit of a mystery there.

We seem to be having our first real heat of the summer: 80s all week and maybe up to 90 by the weekend, though various sources put the forecast temps cooler. Today I went to the site until 11:45 and then drove home quick to meet the Spouse at McDonald's. She works from home two days a week and we just go to Mickey D's once a week for lunch. Not that we love McD's inordinately, but it's close and a nice little thing to do during the week. Then I came home and was going to paint, but decided to finish cleaning up above the patio roof: touch up paint, wash the windows (otherwise largely inaccessible), and scrub down the roof. I couldn't get all of it, but it (the roof) looks much better. And I'm exhausted. I guess dragging my plywood-and-foam platform across the roof and hauling the ladder around kinda beats me up.

The sorority girls are back at the UW so they're all working out at the IMA, which makes for nice scenery, I'll admit, but then they run on the track and I feel obligated to uphold the manly honor by not letting them lap me or anything so I end up running faster than I ordinarily would. This studliness is killin; me. . . .

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

6 September 2011

On these last two days in 1948:
[Sep 5, 1948 Sunday] Nice day.
Went to Plymouth Church home for dinner. Nice rest & then walked to Woodland Park. Saw young colts & calves of the Sacred cows. Swans have a nicer place to live. Improving the park. A monkey was chased into the water & there he sat making faces at the others on rock island.

[Sep 6, 1948] Hot day, sun truly shone all day.
Dad & I went to Seward Park. I read the whole time there. Many peoples picnicing yet not as crowded as other times. An Italian was telling Dad, too many negroes come there. The people don't want to go where there are too many colored folks. Longshoremen out on a strike!

I vaguely recall "Dad" being a longshoreman so perhaps he could go to the park on a Monday because he was striking. You can see this page for some items on the Zoo and how it started changing starting in 1947, becoming one of the first zoos to get more naturalistic settings for the critters, although a lot of these nowadays look ancient and most of the exhibits are being removed. The Spousal Unit and I go to the Zoo several times a year, notably on Christmas Eve: we went once on that day on a lark (and it was a nice sunny day) and it was so pleasant -- getting away from the hustle and bustle of the shopping and holiday season to a very empty zoo -- that we've gone back almost every year since, probably for 10 years now. Never been to Seward Park, although there was a big archaeological dig out there not too many years ago.

Elsewhere in 2011, the front of the house is finished being painted, a Wedgwood blue. Also found an orphaned baby squirrel (3-4 weeks old) on the ground at a park yesterday evening (the 5th, which is why I couldn't post) and ended up spending almost an hour and a half taking him to Bellevue to a wildlife rehab place. Cute little thing, it makes me happy to have helped him.

Otherwise, 81 today and supposedly mid-upper 80s to 90 for the next several days. This was the end of the Labor Day weekend.