The alleys here are full of stories, like…
a forgotten dream with tabs from '97
traces of a girl
and 'uh-oh, it wasn't me!'
A place of picket fences and shadows
where color can be found…
In old alley ways
Sun and shadows…
Time etches its story without words
but it cannot etch the sky.
There will always be a place for you here.
And if you peer into doorways that are hidden from every day
remembering what was larger than life, yesterday
the color of a former world
whose beautiful eyes can no longer see,
you will find me.
I'll be playing with color, dancing in shadows
trying to count all the things we've moved
and the distance we rode
together or alone…
And I'll be thinking of you while I walk my line through time.
At 91, Spokane Valley, Wash. resident Jean Nellavene Repp, has experienced an array of dips and peaks in the American economy, including the Great Depressing of the 1930s.
She was born in 1917, the youngest of nine children and has spent much of her life — first as a child and then as a mother of four — on wheat farms in eastern Washington.
"I can remember when I came home from school and my mother told me the bank had closed," she recalls of the Great Depression of the 1930s.
"The banks closed and the stock market went caput and people who had been living pretty comfortably found themselves broke."
Repp continues: "Men worked for a $1 a day. Women – if you could get a job for 50 cents a day, you were doing good."
"Sometimes you were lucky to have 2 cents to mail a letter."
Today the circumstances are different, but "This is probably as scary as they get. We went into World War II to make the rich guys rich again," she says. "We're already in a war; I don't know what were' going to do to get out of this."
Late nights hanging out at Seattle's Dick's Drive-In are pretty much a required rite of passage for teenagers and young adults living in Seattle, where I'm from.
But it turns out there's another Dick's, under different ownership, in Spokane. The menu is almost the same!
I checked it out on Saturday after the Lilac Parade and thought the food was decent. Hey – a decent hamburger and small bag of fries for exactly $2 is worth coming back for.
It was a pleasure Saturday meeting Harold Lawton, a Ponoka, Alberta resident who had traveled to Spokane with his wife to watch the Lilac Parade.
I was struck by his "all-American" demeanor, complete with a lit cigarette and small flag sticking out of his shirt pocket.
"We're big supporters of the U.S. We support your troops, because they support us," he says.
"I wear all bright jackets. I grew up wearing them. I got my first red jacket when I was 8. I've got purples, reds, greens, blues, lavenders – you name it!."
The late gospel pianist Hovie Lister came to my church in South Carolina when I was 12 and I asked him, "Why are you wearing my red jacket?"
– Edward C. Cato, retired E6 in the U.S. Air Force, 75, Spokane
This weekend in Colbert, Wash. (about 15 miles north of Spokane), I spent a few minutes talking with Ann Kirk about horse behavior. Kirk, a horse trainer and Elk resident, is working with 30 quarter horses for an upcoming event at a ranch in Colbert.
Her method focuses on teaching a horse to control its emotions so it will pause and face what it is afraid of rather than running away.
"From as far back as I remember, I always heard horses were just a money pit. I wanted to learn to make enough money working with them, to keep them," she says of getting into the trade.
The horse industry has been hit particularly hard in recent years, with increasing feed prices, among other things.
It's nice to see horse lovers can still make a living.