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Saturday, 14 January 2017

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On another cold and icy day, we headed out. with a stop at the post office three blocks east.

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I decided the gaura MUST be trimmed.  We just had time.

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Our destination was mid-Peninsula to one of my favourite gardens.

Of course, I took a self guided garden tour as soon as we arrived.

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a netting of old nasturtiums

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a side view of the Imperial Chicken Palace

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around the other side of the house

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some of the girls

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The round table was one made for the glorious Pink Poppy wedding in summer 2014.

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for fungus lovers

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old swingset beanpole

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viewing platform

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The painting party was taking place in the garage.

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Young Luna had been booted out for getting in the way.

And so I joined the painting party, where Allan was already at work.

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sad this is blurry…you get the idea. Stoopid camera.

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Allan’s photo

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The mom of a rabble rousing millennial

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and a millennial’s dad (Allan’s photo)

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Allan’s photo

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Allan’s photo

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Allan’s photo

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Allan’s photo

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Allan’s photo

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mine


mine…but I can only carry one  

Still trying to decide on a slogan for the other side of the above…”Tax The Rich, We Don’t Want to Have to Eat Them” or the more placid “Bridges Not Walls.”
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Allan’s (both sides)

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my favourite sign of all

On the way home, we took some photos at NIVA green for the shop’s Facebook page.

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proprietor Heather Ramsay

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one of Heather’s lamps

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a piece by our good friend Joe Chasse!

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by Joe Chasse.  The mouth moves and the plaque says “I just came in for a sandwich.”

Now…two days of reading can ensue before a busy six days begins.

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I started this last night.  It was oft referred to in Modernity Britain by David Kynaston.

Reminder about Wednesday’s lecture, at 6:30 PM (get there early!). It is sure to be good—Debbie has been a speaker on the main stage at the Northwest Flower and Garden Show.

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“There’s no feeling quite like cooking with home-grown carrots or grabbing a fresh handful of cilantro from your own yard. Well, unless you’re growing fruits, vegetables, or grains for brewing that is. Debbie Teashon is a freelance garden writer, author, and award-winning photographer from Kitsap Peninsula, WA. Articles and photographs of Teashon’s work have appeared in magazines such as Fine Gardening, West Sound Home and Garden, Master Gardeners, and The Oregonian among others. She has gardened most of her adult life and written about it for over two decades.

Join Teashon as she discusses her latest book, Gardening for the Homebrewer, as it brings an introduction to the wide variety of plants that you can use for fermentations or infusions. In her experience as a gardener, she writes to help explain if your yard is a perfect site for barley or whether it’s better suited to a fragrant collection of herbs. Teashon spends her time gardening, taking classes or researching plants for articles and the online plant database she maintains on Rainy Side Gardeners (www.rainyside.com), a website to help gardeners in the Pacific Northwest.”

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Friday we were rushing about to get the Ilwaco gardens (planters and trees on First Ave, Ilwaco boatyard garden and Howerton Street gardens) to the peak of perfection that I like to see before the children’s parade on the first Saturday in May.

Boatyard has a long, long garden.

Boatyard has a long, long garden.  With a recurring horsetail problem.

in the boatyard:  calendula

in the boatyard: calendula

a very early bachelor's button

a very early bachelor’s button

last of the narcissi

last of the narcissi

I knew my friends Patt and Judy were meeting for a coffee klatsch at Olde Towne.  Patt had moved away but still has a part time job here so is usually here once a week.  I told Allan while we were weeding that we could probably only stay at the coffee klatsch for fifteen minutes because we still had so much to do.

When we got to Olde Towne, I did not even notice the odd sight of paper shamrocks on the door and only slowly did it dawn on me that there was something peculiar about seeing shamrock decorations on the table.  Oh!!!  It turned out that an event was going on:  a belated birthday party for me!  Olde Towne had been in transition to their new location during my St Patrick’s Day birthday but all this time they had been planning to organize a late party.

the shamrocks clued me in

the shamrocks clued me in

As you can see below, I got a garden snail who will be just perfect in the bogsy wood…and Luanne’s son Michael is making me a bogsy wood sign!  You can also see in the montage above a lovely purple and green scarf made by Rosemary  and a cunning little round box from Heather at NIVA green, who knows how much I love little boxes.  Also some jam from Patricia…a beautiful vase…cards….I have never before had two birthdays in one year.

new critter for the bogsy wood

new critter for the bogsy wood

Chester

Chester

Part of me still had that anxious feeling about work, but when Chester of Olde Towne presented me with some photos of the original house that stood on the site of our double wide, I became completely absorbed and considerable time went by!  I had been so wanting to see what the house looked like.  The previous owner of our land had had it burned down because she wanted a double wide!

the original

the original

from the back

from the back

Nove 2011

Nov 2011

As a lover of vintage houses, I could wish the old house was still here.  But if a restored vintage house had still sat here in 2010, I probably would not have been able to afford this big piece of land.  (And we do still have the original workshed.)

photo by Queen La De Da

photo by Queen La De Da

I had to tear myself away from Olde Towne so that Allan and I could get back to work.  The new little garden at Veterans Field absolutely had to be watered as the dedication ceremony was the next morning.  So off to Long Beach we went.  The first thing I realized was that the city crew had put the two round planters right in front of the big new stage.  I did not think they were going to move them until the stage was actually finished, so I did not put any new plants in them.  Oh, dear!   Fortunately, Narcissus ‘Baby Moon’ will carry them through the weekend without too much embarrassment.

not really ready for prime time

not really ready for prime time

The red white and blue confetti garden is still settling in nicely though.

The garden is a semicircle around this little plaza.

The garden is a semicircle around this little plaza.

It looks pretty red white and blue

It looks pretty red white and blue

Not being a nationalist, this is the first red, white and blue garden I have ever done.

After watering it, we hurried back to the Port of Ilwaco where we hoped to finish the gardens along Howerton.  (The east end we had got done before the surprise party;  we still had Time Enough Books, the Port office and Nisbett Gallery, the Powell gallery and the east end parking lot gardens to do!)  It was not to be:  Our excellent social time had cut the afternoon short, but we did get done all the way to where the parade will turn.  The garden at the east end of Howerton is past the parade route and by a parking lot and so people may or may not notice it still has some horsetail in it.  We would have worked till 8 and finished but we had another social engagement at 7:30!  Allan dropped the trailer off at home two blocks away while I stayed and weeded till the last possible second and am pleased that I got the largest weeds out.  And then we were off to the Depot Restaurant with only a couple of minutes to spare.

It only took minutes after being seated at the table for me to stop fretting that the port garden weeding had been done in a rather rushed way and without complete perfection.  Our friend and client Lisa from Crank’s Roost was treating us to the special wine dinner along with our fellow landscaper and friend Ed Strange and our dear longtime friend Patti from Seaview.  I credit the company and not the wine with being able to just let go and be and recognize that the my career will not end if a few weeds remain along a parade route.

I had completely forgotten that the dinner was in part a belated birthday treat, which certainly tied in with the afternoon.  In fact, I was starting to feel I had been born in May.

Depot owner Nancy Gorshe pours.

Depot owner Nancy Gorshe pours.

And the food:

the salmon

the salmon

the steak, with Ed's fork in motion

the steak, with Ed’s fork in motion

From the Depot newsletter:

MARYHILL RESERVE

WINEMAKER DINNERJoin winemakers and owners Craig and Vicki Leuthold for a fun evening of tasting great wines from the Columbia River Gorge!

WELCOME WINE

Maryhill 2010 

Winemakers White or Red

FIRST COURSE

Spicy Mango, Toasted Macadamia Nuts and House Greens tossed with

Sesame Ginger Vinaigrette

Maryhill 2011 Riesling

SECOND COURSE

Creamy Roasted Butternut Squash Soup topped with Toasted Pumpkin Seeds and Pumpkin Seed Oil

Maryhill 2011 Viognier

ENTREES

Pan Seared Bacon wrapped King Salmon on Horseradish Smashed Potatoes topped with Porcini Mushroom Cream Sauce

Maryhill 2010 Mouvedre

 OR

Sliced Wagyu Flat Iron Steak on Cipollini Onion and Celery Root Puree topped with Arugula and Charred Green Onion Salad and Crumbled Blue Cheese

Maryhill 2010 Les Collines Cabernet

DESSERT

Apple Crumble Tart topped with Whip Cream and  House made Caramel Sauce

Maryhill 2007 Port

And here is my conclusion after a day of choosing between work and friends.  I have been driven, self-driven, as a self employed person since age 20.  I am an exacting boss of myself.  Maybe that is why I have managed to keep my cleaning business going for 18 years in Seattle and a gardening business for almost twenty years down here.  But the world will not end if we sometimes choose time with our lovely, kind and generous friends over getting the work done to standards that only we have created for ourselves.  (I do think that gardening allows more leeway than cleaning did, though…I could not have left a house partly clean before an event!)  I also feel fortunate that on Friday, nothing particularly needed watering.   That is a garden task that could not have been postponed for anything.

And here is the proof that the parade went on smoothly even despite a few weeds, weeds which I doubt were even noticed at all:

the parade begins

the parade begins

Tulips and Children's Parade

Tulips and Children’s Parade

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passing the boatyard

passing the boatyard

impressive hairdo

impressive hairdo

Time Enough Books garden

Time Enough Books garden
garden by Port office

garden by Port office

Following the parade, we took photos at the first day of the 2013 Saturday Market, a weekly task we have set for ourselves in order to enhance the Discover Ilwaco Facebook page.

At 11:30 AM, on my way to down Lake Street to the parade, I had had to stop for an emergency watering at Larry and Robert’s  garden.  A couple of new plants were lying sideways with their tongues hanging out from thirst.  The temperature was an unseasonable high seventies.

So this evening we had to go to Long Beach to water the planters because I want them to look fresh and happy for tomorrow’s big parade.  There, the heavy wind was back.

the last windblown tulips

the last windblown tulips

I decided to leave even partly shattered ones just to get a little more colour.  I wish there were some May flowering tulips with shorter stems.

You can see Allan in his orange vest watering across the street.

the last hurrah

the last hurrah

Town was crowded with happy tourists.  Maneuvering was a bit difficult in places.  We got it done and I can rest easy…but I know that my own garden and Larry and Robert’s simply must get water tomorrow as more of this strange hot weather is expected to continue.

Long Beach town

Long Beach town

 

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But first, the daily check up on Olde Towne Coffee. The owners still have to deal with some bureaucracy before opening and still have some unpacking to do…but the wireless is working now!

Chester checks the wireless.

Chester checks the wireless.

Rain was thwarting our work plans, so we postponed the start of the day by taking some plants to Nancy’s garden and running an errand. On the way to Nancy’s we saw a two big signs in front of Sid’s Supermarket (founded by our late, liberal Senator Sid Snyder) featuring President Obama in a Hitler mustache with Impeach Obama slogans. Who were these people? I posted the question on Facebook. Were they locals? Why were they being allowed to block the sidewalk with a big umbrella on a stand?

For two guys who one would assume had some sort of passion for their cause, they were almost giddy with excitement and were whooping it up. I soon got feedback from Facebook that a counter-demonstration was planned, so after our errand, and since it was still rainy, and since the beach approach weeding is more horrid than usual in bad weather, we joined up with five others for an hour and a half.

a tiny counter demonstration

a tiny counter demonstration

Organizers Madeline and Tiffany came up with the “Not From Here” sign idea.  We are far from Xenophobic; our economy runs on tourism, and we wanted tourists to know that the group had come here from out of town and that our community was not involved in setting up their signs.

with Long Beach councilman Steven Linhart

with Long Beach councilman Steven Linhart

I always feel it is better not to call the opposition names like “crazy”, but conversation with them did reveal their philosophy to be pretty nutty. It turned out the two young men with the Impeach signs were Larouchers, imported from Seattle. The Larouchers, I discovered upon reading up on them later, have some odd beliefs indeed and friends told they are are well known for their little demonstrations around Seattle. Their message came across as one repeated sentence: “Obama is going to kill you.” One local, Tiffany, in trying to get to the core of their philosophy, did come up with the fact that they oppose drones, and so do we, and that they also oppose environmentalism (but they could not explain why). They actually just seemed like two guys out having fun singing doggerel, yelling at shoppers, and loudly carrying on. I did not appreciate them coming from out of town and setting up their equipment on the sidewalk, and am pretty sure they did so just because they knew it was spring break at the beach. We got lots of supportive honks from locals and one group of three or four white haired women in a vehicle talked to Allan for awhile, saying they had been to Sid Snyder’s memorial service and appreciated us being out there.

It had been many a year since I held a picket sign, probably not since an anti-war demo at the Long Beach gazebo in March of 2003.

But what has this to do with gardening? Nothing at all, except that it took place in front of a former garden job of mine (one I quit some years ago) and that rain prevented us from weeding the beach approach during the hour and a half we were picketing. Oh, and our friend Patti, a great gardener, showed up and gave them a piece of her mind.

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Patti speaks her mind.

But even in pleasant weather we would have joined our friends for a little while in a show of support for their local counter-demo.

After an hour and a half, our compatriots departed. Madeline of Pink Poppy Bakery had an order of scones to bake, and as we left the two Larouche men followed us all with cat calls of “Get a job!”…an odd assumption since I read tonight that they are paid $50 a week and free meals to demonstrate. (Is this true? And where are they staying, I wonder?)

Allan seemed oddly unenthusiastic about weeding the beach approach in the rain so we headed for home…and then the sky got very light around the edges so we turned around in Ilwaco and headed back to our fate.

3 PM

3:13 PM

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6: 51 PM

3: 13 PM

3: 13 PM

3: 13 PM

3: 13 PM

6:51 PM

6:51 PM

You might think this progress had me rejoicing, but at dusk I felt down in the dumps because we only had gotten this much further:

only a bit further

only got a bit further

We did not even finish the section…

not even one section!

not even one section!

….even though we were fueled by Tiger Paws acquired at the Cottage Bakery before we started weeding.

The remaining two and a half sections are just as horrid.

the next section of horror

the next section of horror

From here to the arch, we are simply NOT going to be able to thin the roses along the edge (a pick axe and lopper job); all we can hope to accomplish is to chop them all back and get some of the grassy weeds out. Perhaps it will have the nice effect of some of the roses blooming later. I hope, because it is late to prune, that it will not result in these sections not blooming at all. But we simply must get this done and move on to other jobs. NEXT year we will start at this end and work our way west, should we live so long, so that the first two sections can be properly dealt with at last.

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Arion Court, June 1991

The Arion Court project began as an attempt to take an empty but liveable building and turn it into low income housing.  When looking up the history of the effort, I found this photo, one of several of mine I had donated to them back in ’91, on the present-day Arion Court website.

Arion Court

Arion Court

As I recall, a bunch of tenants had been evicted and the building was sitting empty. A group of people who had met at the Federal Building decided to occupy the building in hope of bringing attention to the need of a homeless shelter.

Arion Court

Arion Court

Diane holding my shirt with the lyrics of Patti Smith's "People Have the Power."

Diane

painting

painting

Connections:  Diane is holding my shirt that was made for me by the person I had gone to Arizona with in 1987.  It has the lyrics to Patti Smith’s “People have the Power.”

The housing activists got to work painting and fixing up the inside.

inside Arion court

inside Arion court

activist art

activist art

Diane looking tough in my leather jacket

Diane looking tough in my leather jacket

Inside the building, the abandoned apartments were still furnished.

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Robert in an old mirror

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instructions in the lobby

instructions in the lobby

furnishings left behind by evicted tenants

furnishings left behind by evicted tenants

abandoned kitchen

abandoned kitchen

houseplant

houseplant

looking down from inside

looking down from inside

Homey touches began to appear as the rooms were fixed up.

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refurbishing a kitchen

refurbishing a kitchen

painting

painting

The police showed up and a number of people, including Steve here, were arrested, quite peacefully as all had learned civil disobedience techniques at the Federal Building protest.

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Jo Jo being arrested

Jo Jo being arrested

another arrest

Occupiers of the building observing the arrests.

Occupiers of the building observing the arrests.

After the arrests, the occupiers moved to a loading dock next to the building.

by the loading dock

on the loading dock

on the loading dock

on the loading dock

It was inset into a neighbouring building and provided some shelter.  The whole situation looked pretty hopeless to me.  The woman below was hoping for an apartment before her baby was born.

loading dock

loading dock

snoozing on the loading dock

snoozing on the loading dock

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dock

lunch time

lunch time

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Below: The loading dock encampment. Diane and Jim and Robert and I were quite furious that a couple of bad apples among the men were harassing the homeless women who were sleeping there as part of the activist group.

the encampment

the encampment

Jim

Jim

Diane

Diane

Diane and Robert

Diane and Robert

I am pleased to report that the Arion Court did indeed become a haven for the homeless.  And it is green and purple!

Arion Court

Arion Court

muralHere is a lovely mural from the LIHI website, and a description of housing at the Arion Court:”Amenities
Washer/ dryer on each floor
Shared bathrooms and showers
Utilities included in rent
Description: Arion Court has 37 units for homeless adults, with a large community room/kitchen area. It is located in downtown Seattle, close to shopping and public transportation. Each unit is approx. 175 square feet and has a stove top, fridge, sink, and closet. There are three floors accessed by stairs.Arion Court operates under the Mutual Housing model where residents assist in the management and maintenance of their housing. Residents must contribute monthly by attending Resident Council meetings, serving on various committees or assisting with the physical upkeep of the building. Residents screen applicants and enforce house values. This model of mutual housing allows residents to participate in all major decisions affecting their housing.”

me and Robert outside Arion Court

me and Robert outside Arion Court

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10 February 1991:  Church Council of Great Seattle Candlelight Peace March

gathering by candlelight

gathering by candlelight

assembling at dusk

assembling at dusk

Matthew, looking iconic

Matthew, looking iconic

my housemate, Wilum Pugmire

my housemate, Wilum Pugmire: Peace Punx say No to War

three friends

friends

above:  My dear housemates, Wilum and Carol, and Matthew who would eventually buy the house we three lived in.

How the threads came together…My friend Judy thinks everything happens for a reason.  I am more cynical, but sometimes it seems that way.

I am moved by how beautiful these people look.

I am moved by how beautiful these people look.

candelight

candelight

walking

walking

Marching sounds so, well, martial.  I would prefer a walk for peace.

through a neighbourhood

through a neighbourhood

by candelight

by candelight

drums

drums

closing ceremony at Mt Zion Baptist Church

closing ceremony at Mt Zion Baptist Church

Back at the Federal Building, February 1991

Rather amazingly to me, people continued to protest the war at the Federal Building plaza well into February, mostly after work and on weekends.

Federal Building plaza

Federal Building plaza

Robert, who had carpentry and roofing and plumbing skills, had been passing through town on his way to Alaska to look for a fishing job, but ended up staying with a couple for a week or two to help work on their house.

Robert

Robert

Arthur Fisk continued to be a steadfast presence.

Arthur

Arthur

Below:  14 Feb. 91, “Operation Homefront” Rally. I distinctly remember my startled feeling when this woman  demanded that I kiss her flag after trying to hit me with her “U.S. Victory” sign right after I took this photo.  (I did not comply.)

a patriot

a patriot

woman14 Feb 1991; “Operation Homefront” rally at the Federal Building. Note: They were given a permit to build a stage, while our Diane had been unable to get a permit for a card table.  (And earlier, during the initial Federal Building protest, a blind eye had been turned for two days but no permits issued, despite some people trying to do things legally.)

Homefront Stage

Homefront Stage in background

During the first weekend protest, there had been the small across the street pro war faction, a few of whom were pretty thuggish and beat up a couple of “peaceniks” on their way to catch the late night bus home.  But an organized rally “for” the war, like this one, came rather late in the game.

Peace picketing then continued into late February.  Below, center, Dana, and to the right, Robert.

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to the right: Dana and Robert

to the right: Dana and Robert

There were still many honks for peace.

There were still many honks for peace.

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Diane and Jim.  You may recall that Pres. Bush did not like brocolli.

Diane and Jim. You may recall that Pres. Bush did not like brocolli.

a non confrontative posture while talking with automobile passers-by

a non confrontative posture while talking with automobile passers-by

I am reminded that during the initial gathering, some impromptu workshops had been given in non violent protest, and I am pleased to say no violence ever broke out among this group even when provoked (like being almost beaned by a pro-war protest sign).

dana

(right) Dana

Robert

Robert

Robert and Jim's broccoli sign

Robert and Jim’s broccoli sign

no war

At about this time, as the conflict in Iraq seemed to end, Diane and her spouse Jim, Robert, Jo Jo, Terry and I and few others diverted our energy to a house-the-homeless project.  Jo Jo and Terry, who had been staying in a shelter,  lived with Diane and Jim for awhile.  I never saw the delightful Arthur and Dana again.

Bob, Robert and Dana

Bob, Robert and Dana

The very bad thing for a gardener was that during all these trips down to Federal Building to photograph, I only did two walk throughs of the February garden show that year, one with Robert, and attended no daytime seminars at all.

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Martin Luther King Day March, 21 January ’91

The encampment from the Federal Building cleaned up all traces of their occupation and on Monday joined in with the Martin Luther King Day march.  I continued to join with this fascinating group of people.

MLK

MLK

MLK

MLK

Martin Luther King Day march

Peaceworks Park, 26 January

I then returned to my workaday world, but on January 26th went to photograph a rally at Gasworks Park in Seattle, which had been rechristened “Peaceworks Park” for the day.

Peaceworks Park

Peaceworks Park

at the old gasworks

at the old gasworks

I’m generally to reclusive for a holding hands circle; it is easier to stand on the outside and photograph it.

peaceworks circle

peaceworks circle

I also cleverly avoided the ubiquitous group hug.

group hug!

group hug!

sign

adding a symbol

adding a symbol

the sign of the times

the sign of the times

the cost

the cost

Alaskans for Peace

Alaskans for Peace

The soup kitchen was reassembled for the rally.

The soup kitchen was reassembled for the rally.

Some folks had made a LOT of origami birds.

Some folks had made a LOT of origami birds.

back at the Federal Building, late January-early February

Meanwhile, picketing continued at the Federal Building, including the steady presence of Arthur Fisk, a quiet well read man of great intelligence whose company I particularly enjoyed.

at the Federal Building

at the Federal Building

As my work route and going to the gym route took me past there, I would stop to take a picture and to join in for a little while.  Several of the regulars were people of deep faith.  The Church Council of Greater Seattle had spoken out against the war.

Thou shalt not kill.

Thou shalt not kill.

Before the social internet and search engines, people scrounged for information about diplomatic breakdowns that had led to the brink of war, and shared the news among each other verbally and with xeroxed news articles.

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The faithful Arthur Fisk, left

The faithful Arthur Fisk, left

fisk

the faithful Arthur Fisk, left

Jan, one of the regulars

Jan, one of the regulars

The over thirty regulars would show up after work.

Diane.  Both she and I favoured more elaborate and lengthy signs rather than slogans.

Diane. Both she and I favoured more elaborate and lengthy signs rather than slogans.

"Peacenik Self-Starter Kit"

“Peacenik Self-Starter Kit”

To the left, in beret, Robert, shortly after I met him.

To the left, in beret, Robert, shortly after I met him.

I had first noticed Robert on the carpool ride from the Federal Building to “Peaceworks Park”.  Everything he said had a funny, droll character to it.  This is the tipping point when my visits to the Federal Building began to contribute to the journey that led to me becoming a full time gardener.

"Beware of Mire" was Terry's reference to Vietnam.

“Beware of Mire” was Terry’s reference to Vietnam.

Diane, who was knowledgeable about such things, had tried and failed to get an official permit to have this petition table (below) on the site. Soon after this photo, she and Terry were arrested for civil disobedience for not removing this table.

petition table

petition table

I joined the group after work and on Sundays for the two or more weeks the gathering continued.  I made a flip sign out of a big art pad so that I could rotate quotations.  Words meant a lot to me, and people did stop to read in detail.

flipsignMight I add, it was darned cold out there, but during that time there was little rain.

the flippable sign

the flippable sign

Arthur and Terry

Arthur and Terry

Arthur and Terry, and a quotation by Seattle’s mayor

A group of women showed up after work in the evenings.

evening shift

evening shift, dressed for the cold

center: Matthew, who later bought my house

center: Matthew, who later bought my house

Steve

Steve

I must admit I very much enjoyed taking photos of the people, who often looked quite wonderful in the winter and evening light.

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