Hawaiian-fish and song story
Our family lived in the town of Bellingham for a few months between the move from Bell Creek to our Country (five acre "shangri-la") ranch in the Samish Valley. 
During the time we lived in Bellingham I was in the 6th grade class at Roeder School. My teacher was a ms. Hoag. Ms. Hoag spent her summer vacations in Hawaii. All of us (her class) were treated to bits of Hawaiian lore and a few songs that she taught us and sang as she played a Ukelele. I still remember parts of the songs. one was: 
(I wanna go back, to my little grass shack
In Kealakekua Hawaii 
Where the Humuhumhnukunukuapua'a
go swimming by.)
In the fall (1936) Ms. Hoag was back and most of her same class (me included) and we were treated to her summer vacation stories. She brought back some "Poi," a staple food in hawaii she told us, we all got to taste it and all I remember i it tasted like "mud". Another rememberance of that great time was Ms. Hoags' Favorite candy bar ( she would get one of us to go across the street to buy one) was a U-no bar.

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Which one looked forward (the most) to the next week.?
During my working years at the road dept. in Klamath Falls, Or. I was riding one day in a company Pickup with a fellow employee. we were travelling on the old State highway that ran through Modoc Point, and Fort Klamath, up to nearly Crescent Or.
Along one of the desolate strips of roadway we passed an abandoned, run down old house that sat back off by its lonely self. My friend, riding with me in the pickup,pointed to the old structure and said "I lived there when I was a young boy" He then went on to say that he has never forgotten the trucker that made deliveries to Klamath Falls once a week passing his house nearly the same time and the same day each trip.
I would stand by the side of the road to watch him go by. Mainly because he would toss a small bundle near me which always contained some candy. I would wave to the driver while scurrying to get the package.
This gesture of kindness I'll always remember, and how exciting when that day of the week approached.

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When he finished his story I couldn't help but wonder, Which one of them looked "most" to the next trip.

Praise =Pull = Fun.
My oldest brother' Jack, was always the biggest and strongest of the rest of us brothers. We looked forward to his being the "Boss". When we were small boys, Jack 10, Dick 9, Bob 8, Jim 7 we enjoyed being pulled in our wagon.With acres of terrain to enjoy at our Bell Creek home we, the "riders" found (by accident) a way to get our free Wagon ride. During one of his "pulls" Jack stopped and looked back at us in the wagon and said "You guys don't even like me for pulling you" We all said,at once " Oh yes we sure do", "You are so strong to be able to pull us like you do" Say no more, Jack could pull the loaded wagon all day knowing  we appreciated him doing it.
This little episode was remembered by us (riders) over the years and when I told of it to my wife Donna she thought it was a cute story and depicted it on the cover of the first art book she "authored" called "Paint and Tell". Published in 1981.
Jack (pulling) Dick and Bob (riding) Jim (pushing)...........{ pure fun}

 

1929 Model A Roadster, "Where are you"
In June 1942 I bought a Fun to drive,Fun to own, 1929 Red, Model A Ford Roadster with a Rumble Seat.
I actually bought it for transportation to my new Job with the Glacier (Washington) Ranger Station as a "fire lookout". I parked the car at the Ranger Station in the end of along shed that stored various equipment.
After my Summer term ended I came home without the car. (needed Battery, or needed gas,) Can't really remember. But before I could get it the 50 or 60 miles home I joined the Navy with my two older Brothers.
When i was discharged three years later there was no car to be found and nobody knew what might have happened to it. I just had to forget about it But, wish it had still been there, and i had it now.

Weiners for all, or One for all weiners.
Up behind our place in the Samish Valley was an old (abandoned) railroad grade. Ties and tracks were gone
but it was a nice level place to enjoy (get-togethers). there was a rope swing attached to a nearby tall fir tree and was one of our amusements to swing way out over everyone even the fire if we had one. Mainly just "hanging out" and being together was what we enjoyed most. Some nights we would have bon-fire parties.
On one particular night our group decided to have a "Weiner Roast".The evening progressed with  everyone having a good time,but after an hour or so most of us were ready to eat.There was always an abundance of sharpened sticks to use to roast the hot dogs (weiners), and each one was their own cook. The fire had burned down to perfect hot coals. Jack, my oldest brother went to to the place beneath a nearby log to "fetch" the big package of weiners. He let out a yell as he held up an empty wrapper and was scolding Thunder "our dog" who was waddling away and burping on the path back to the house.

Hard Candy, given to young boys.
Our aunt and uncle had a small store at the bridge (small bridge) crossing Bell Creek. The store front had a covered porch with a wooden bench on it. On that bench on nice days, our Uncle's mother would sit enjoying the outdoors, and passing cars (though very seldom), and the people who might be going by or coming to the store.Some of the people that passed by would be doing it on purpose, and that (people) was Me and my two brothers. We made sure "granny" was there before we passed even if it meant waiting awhile because she would always motion us to come over and from her pockets would produce a few of the old fashioned Christmas candy. These were great treats for us and the candies lasted a long time in your mouth. RIP Granny, miss your cand.. I mean, miss you. 

A door was opened, and an invitation came forth.
In 1930 the "Great depression" was one year old, and I was five years old. It would be another year until I could start first grade, but on this day I was a "visitor"at the Bell Creek school house. The School had eight grades in the one large room The rows of desks separated the different grades.It was a custom to invite the ones that would be starting the next term to spend a day with the current class.This day I would guess that there was at most twelve students representing all eight grades. Yes! a very small School..
In the front of the room was a large wood burning stove. The top was flat and a large pan of water was heated for all of the small jars of cocoa each one brought from home. Beyond the stove and the teachers desk was a back door that was used for anyone needing to go to the outhouse. The outhouse had two separate doors one for the boys section and one for the girls.
The morning session had started when the teacher went to the door to let some fresh air in or for some other reason, and as the door was cracked open the Sun flashed in on the wall and on the floor. 
I was sitting up front facing all of this and without hesitation I shouted out "Come on in, Mr. Sun"
Laughter, and Giggles followed my outburst (And a reminder of it followed me for sometime) from my brothers and some of the school friends.

Lots of flames, but luckily no fire.
At our log home at Bell Creek we didn't have electricity for the first few years. just "coal oil" (kerosene) lamps.I yet remember the pleasing smell of those burning lamps.And, not too surprising I have several in our home to enjoy looking at. Back now to the "flames". One Christmas I remember our tree (fir tree) was decorated by mostly homemade things like popcorn strung on string for decoration, and probably a small Santa or two, but for our lighting we had little clip-on candle holders with small Birthday size candles in them these were clipped to the outer end of the branches and when all done probably a dozen or more that we lit when we were ready to enjoy our Christmas Eve. In a wood (log) house with cedar shake roof it seems scary to me now. No worry I guess because outside of our back door was the pump that when primed would furnish water from the "well" below. Now, I'm really scared.
Another blog soon. see ya. 

He didn't pay, Or did he??
One nasty (rain and wind) night, at our samish valley home, there was a knock on our front door.
Now we had a fairly secluded place with no close neighbors so one of us opened the door and there 
stood a man, wet, and looking exhausted. He said his car was stuck off the side of the road about a half mile 
up the road. Said he needed help shoving it free and that he would pay us to help him. So us three oldest 
boys (in our early teens) but able bodied agreed to help him.Off we went to a short side road that we were familiar with ( used usually as a lovers lane) and yes his car was mired down in the rear in the rain soaked ground. The man (with his girl friend sitting beside him) started the car put in gear and as we three boys pushed from behind the car gained the firm ground and off he sped. We shouted at him driving away but
knew we were not getting paid. The in the light of our flashlight we spotted a very expensive coat, a top notch shovel, and a car jack that he tried to use to free himself. We were compensated for sure. But
we would never have charged him for our help.