Sno-Valley Senior Center in Carnation is cooking up a big weekend for the city’s Independence Day bash. They’ve got your Friday night dinner and Saturday dessert covered, and, if you’re lucky, you might win a cover for your bed, too.
Fire officials give out the numbers all day — record numbers of fireworks permits sold in Washington this year, 432 incidents of traumatic injury and fire damage directly attritibuted to fireworks on or near July 4, 2014, 306 wildfires started already this year. People talk about the high risk of fire in the coffee shops, on the radio, and in online community groups. I’ve been hearing about it several times a day for the past month, and noticing the August-level rivers everywhere I drive.
It’s joyous and emotionally overwhelming to hear that the Supreme Court of the United States has affirmed, unequivocally that we are equal under the law and that our relationships and marriages will be recognized in every one of the 50 states. For many of us, it’s a day that we could never have imagined.
Snoqualmie Valley fire chiefs are greatly concerned that our dry winter and even drier spring have created dangerous conditions for Fourth of July celebrations.
Too slow. That’s what I was thinking as I scanned the crowd at Cedarcrest High School’s graduation ceremony last Friday. Austin Jenckes had just come on stage for a surprise musical performance for the students. He was getting set up, just about ready to sing, and I was not in position for the photo I wanted to get. I knew it would be there, just didn’t know where, and I knew I didn’t have a lot of time.
Did you know schools do not test near vision? Because of this, 25 percent of our primary school children who cannot read adequately go undetected. Worse, these children cannot tell you that they can’t see, or that they see things in a blur, or that words and pictures move around on the page, because that is their normal. They have no idea that it is not normal.
Public transportation sounds so unglamorous, so sensible-shoes. So it’s a riddle to me how I became such a stranger to it. I like practical things, and my stance on glamor is almost always the less the better, yet I have never been a reliable user of public buses, trains, etc.
How best to help people? It’s been on my mind lately, as I come across various people who, usually without saying it, are asking for help.
This Memorial Day, there will be honor guards snapping to attention as flags ripple in the breeze. Amidst the green lawn and bright flowers of cemeteries throughout the state, lone buglers and mournful pipers will evoke a heartfelt tear.
The official Memorial Day holiday is arriving a little late in my family. For us, at least for those of us back home in Minnesota, it happened about a month ago, when my father’s cousin was returned home.
Candidate filing week, on now, always sparks some deep conversations at my house. My husband and I speculate on who is going to run for various positions, and why. We speculate on how much one person with an agenda, community minded or self-serving, can really do in the representative forms of government we have. We sarcastically encourage each other to run for office, since we know so much.
Heart of the Valley, the community image event, starts at noon Sunday, May 17, at Snoqualmie’s Centennial Field. Now in its fourth year, the event has goal of filling the heart on the field, and the hearts of one and all.
During the course of our lifetimes, most of us had a teacher who shaped our lives in a big way. It may have been a teacher who challenged us beyond our own expectations, encouraged us to pursue a passion, or gave us the confidence to take a risk and think big.
I recently visited with a group of gardeners who were discussing their spring planting plans and as the visiting progressed it became evident that some of us were leaning toward mixing more edibles into our ornamental garden beds.
Earth Day has enormous impact on our daily lives. April Fools Day came and went without my indulging, even a little, in a newspaper headline prank, so I think I’ve earned a little leeway in writing about another working holiday this month, Earth Day.
Few words on a newspaper page get the same amount of attention as the word “correction.”
Since I am usually the person asking questions when I talk with people, I was a little surprised at a question I got last week. It was from a woman who used to work at the Valley Record — the second ex-staffer to visit us that day — and it got me thinking about the fascinating people I get to meet, and the sometimes- crazy things I get to do.
Small-town life comes with responsibilities, too.
An on-going photo essay from new staff-reporter/photographer Allyce Andrew.
The things I learned this weekend at the North Bend Jazz Walk were not terribly important — some of them weren’t, anyway — but most of them could be filed under some sort of positive heading, like “funny” or “good to know,” or “looking forward to that.” Even the sad news, that one of my favorite authors died just a few days earlier, came with a great conversation about his and other books. He’d been sick for years, so the news was not a shock, and it was less sad because we could talk about him.