Claire Lovell

• My daughter occasionally chews me out for objecting to too much and thinks that I should accept cheerfully any new thing that comes along. Hey, folks. It’s against my nature. Many people of my generation feel that things were best after WW II. They were. People were nicer to each other, had a more solid work ethic and accomplished much together – for the good of the order. Recently, I’ve finished my own story about Seaside. One of the things I liked best to recall was the many businesses which used to be up and down Broadway. Next to the Necanicum where the Comfort Inn is now was Spud Tate’s Clam Shop. He and his wife, Gladys, worked there, selling seafood while their daughters, Glennis, and the other one whose name I forgot, played up and down the street. Glennis was good friends with Alice Kan of the Hang Kow Inn. Next to Spud was Emil Leppla’s Plumbing shop. Now there was a place with no personality – just a couple of tools in the front window – a warehouse, mostly. West of him was a little cottage, housing the Chili Bowl, frequented by many denizens of Seaside. I can see its proprietor clearly, Bertha Doak, whose husband, Oliver, had a tavern down the street. Next to her in a multi-building where Doogers now does business were several shops – a shoe shine parlor, a gift shop (Erickson’s), a cleaners, another clam store with two brothers and Williams Café, earlier perhaps called the White Way Restaurant. Those who worked downtown went there regularly for coffee or lunch. It was a fun time.

• Some dope on TV said the new credit card style passport is “more adorable” than the present piece of ID. I think that any guy who calls an inanimate object “adorable” should be fumigated. That’s what I think.

• A woman went to heaven and met St. Peter at the gate. “Welcome,” he said. “I’d let you in but there’s a word you have to spell first.”

“Oh,” she replied. “What is it?”

“Love,” he answered.

“L-O-V-E” she said, and the gate swung open.

A couple of weeks later, St. Peter had to run an errand and asked if she’d mind the gate while he was gone. Of course she agreed. Soon her husband appeared, wanting in. “Oh Honey,” she said. “You’re here two weeks after me but there’s a word you must spell before I let you in.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Czechoslovakia,” was her answer (courtesy Jack Van Impe).

• It was good to see the Hyster machine finally removed from Holladay at Third. For so long it has occupied my regular parking place, although I’m pretty sure it was in front of the guy’s business and probably legal.

• Thursday, I found the first violets of winter in my yard. They had already been preceded by crocuses of yellow, purple, ivory and lilac and leaves were beginning to show signs of life on the foliage. Dozens of what I imagine are frozen buds of camellias are on the ground but on the bush, little smidgens of pink are beginning to show through as well.

• The Rotary spaghetti dinner at the high school was a satisfying meal. Bread and pasta were tasty, salad was crisp and even the Dixie cup held up until dessert time. I went early because of a 5:30 p.m. TV show on my regular schedule but did see some friends whom I don’t meet often. It was an enjoyable evening.