Sports photographers in Clatsop County take such wonderful pictures. At the Signal, it's Don Anderson. We have a number of athletes doing exceptionally well, too. So that helps. It's fun to watch them grow and develop.

Old City Hall is looking good these days. Wonder what the new building is going to be called. Waiting to find out is half the excitement.

Some of you have read my book and I appreciate it. Several things were inadvertently left out during publication, like quite a lot of history during the war years and possibly because of some glitch in a computer. Most of it is on a floppy disc somewhere.

One other thing I omitted was in regard to the moving of homes. Before a new bank was built where there is now a video store on the alley between First and Oceanway on Holladay Drive, there was a big house on the First Avenue corner that belonged to Mrs. Walker (possibly the original owner of Harrison's Bakery). Not too imaginatively, we called it the Walker house. It was moved eastward on First and is now a multi-colored bed and breakfast. Don't quote me; that could have changed.

And of course on every other corner was a gas station! We had scads of them: Shell, Richfield, Texaco, Union. I know it's not earthshaking, but I always liked the smell of the ground at Vader Grade School where the fuel truck had spilled oil or gas. Even today, a whiff of it has a nostalgic flavor.

"No skies are gray on that great white way, that's the Broadway Melody." Remember when Broadway in New York was all lit up? Probably still is. When I was a kid, our own Broadway had lights strung overhead from one end of the street to the other. Most of the time they were just there, but in summer, the electricity was turned on and everything looked festive.

Those were good times, when summer season was finite and after it was over we were just a small town, taking care of our own business.

The community gardens are a great idea. I especially like the shed built like an old railroad car. They were such an integral part of our earlier tourist days. During the war years, our vegetable plots were known as "victory gardens." Every little space was used. There was even a tiny area in Portland, 3 feet by 3 feet or so. Seems like it eventually became a "park."

Cute quips: A man tried to break into the company computer but he just couldn't hack it. If some fish were molded to look like pancakes, I guess we could call it "crepe cod."

(Claire Lovell lives in Seaside. She can be reached at (503) 738-7215.)


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