Out in the Boondocks?

The other day, I was working on my fiction series and had one of my characters refer to the “boondocks.” My editor brain got to wondering whether I was using the best word to mean “a remote, unsophisticated rural area.”

So I looked up synonyms, expecting a list of other southern-fried words. I mean, you can just hear the drawl: “Buh-oon-dawks.”

Imagine my surprise when I discovered the word comes from the Tagalog word “bundok,” meaning “mountain.”

Tagalog?

I’d heard of the language, but all I knew was that it ain’t from around here. So I had to follow that rabbit trail engage in further research.

Turns out that Tagalog is spoken in the Philippine Islands. The language originated from Luzon, the largest island.

Luzon… that name rang a bell.

Because my dad was there during World War II.

Dad’s old telegraph key, which I keep on my desk.
Trust me–it isn’t connected to anything.

Dad served in the Merchant Marine as a radio operator on one of the “Liberty Ships.” I’d written up his experiences as he told me about them, and entered the story in the Creative Non-Fiction category of my university’s writing contest. Click here for the portion where he “visited” Luzon. It was kinda funny.

As for “boondocks,” the term migrated to the US over a century ago, with Marines who’d fought in the Philippines. It was re-introduced here during World War II, by people like my own dad.

This odd moment of connection felt a little nostalgic. I wish I could’ve called Dad to tell him what I’d learned.

Anyway, from now on I’ll treat the word “boondocks” with more respect, y’all.

Thanks for reading,
Jan

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Warning: Interplanetary Appliance Conpiracy

As I mentioned last time, Brent and I drove for hours through the Cascades to get back to our kids’ house. Construction detours, rain, no cell service, verrrrrry spotty map info, snacks but no real lunch… Relief flooded us when, at about 1:00 PM, we finally came to Packwood–an actual town.

To our delight, we spotted a scruffy old pizza-and-burger place with beat-up pickups and motorcycles parked out front.

In a charming bit of anachronism, the ladies’ room boasted a contemporary wall-mount foam soap dispenser and a sleek cylindrical paper towel holder.

In due time, I washed my hands and reached under the cylinder for the corner of paper towel that should be sticking out. I didn’t feel any.

Just as I was about to frisk the holder more thoroughly, a deafening noise like a jet engine filled the air. At the same time, my outstretched hand came alive with an intense, eerie blue glow.

Adrenaline jolted me halfway across the room. Clearly, this was an alien abduction.

I regained my balance. Thankfully, both the shrill engine noise and the blue light faded away. Once my heart started beating again, it dawned on me that the “paper towel holder” must really be a warm-air hand dryer.

What I’d really like to know is how on earth the appliance revolt spread clear to the state of Washington. It’s like they knew I was coming.

Must be the aliens.

I’m no dummy… I wiped my hands on my pants.

If you’re ever in Packwood, Washington, be sure to stop at Cruisers Pizza. The food and people were great. (Click here for their Facebook page.)

But you might want to steer clear of the “paper towel holder” in the ladies’ room.

Thanks for reading,
Jan

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On the Road Again

Last week, I told you about celebrating our granddaughter’s birthday in Washington. Well, during this visit we also took a side trip to see Yakima, where Brent lived as a little boy.

I’m not sure when we left the lush green hills of western Washington. I just looked up from my phone and saw:

That’s why they call it “the dry side” of the state.

The effect was kind of like hanging out with a bunch of people sporting Afros and Texas Big Hair, and having them all suddenly morph into Marine recruits.

We made it to Yakima and found a bunch of Brent’s old places. The church where his parents were married. Their little frame house just a block or two from the elementary school. The classy downtown area, with this cool theater:

That evening, we drove to a more distant town and visited Brent’s cousin and family. We enjoyed sharing a meal and catching up. Thanks, Kathy, Steve, and Joan, for your hospitality!

Next morning, we started back to Yakima. Brent and his dad had picked fruit during the summers for extra cash. We determined to get some of that same deliciousness.

Sure enough, just out of the city bustle, we found the Washington Fruit Place at Barrett’s Orchards. The scent of fresh apples and peaches went to our heads, and we bought several pounds to take back to our kids. Yummmmmmm!

Then it was time to start back west, this time taking an even more scenic route than the way we’d come. The road wound alongside the Naches River. This picnic area wasn’t one of the prettier spots, but we could park without getting run over, and it was fun to stretch our legs with a bit of riverside hiking.

The Cascade mountains towered over us in earnest now, and it began to rain. And rain. We didn’t mind, because the state had been plagued with drought-fueled forest fires.

Aside from a long construction detour, nothing went wrong on this side trip.

Well, there was one tiny encounter with a strange appliance.

But I’ll tell you about that next time. . .

Thanks for reading!
Jan

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I’m a REBEL!

Yep, I admit it. I’m a rebel. And here you thought I was all compliant and law-abiding, Little Miss Play-by-the-rules.

Ha.

What, you don’t believe me? Here’s the photographic evidence…

Exhibit A: I pulled a crape myrtle up from the flower bed with my bare hands.

Of course, it was only four inches tall. Anyway, it had come up next to a pillar and would’ve been seriously crowded within six months.

Exhibit B: I unfolded my fabric-cutting board and pressed it into service as a calendar / storyboard for my fiction project.

The last time I actually cut fabric on this board was
more than five years ago. Rock on!

Exhibit C: Fitbit? Took that sucker off.

But I have to charge it sometimes, don’t I?

Exhibit D: No, I flatly refused to get my flu shot at this compressed-air tire pump thing.

Really???

Exhibit E: Some days, I pick up and move my office outdoors. Woooo, feel the burn!

What? Of course I use sunscreen!

Exhibit F: Most reckless of all, I’ve been wearing white pants… after Labor Day!

Mom would definitely raise an eyebrow… but after all, it’s Texas, and 90 degrees is 90 degrees.

So there you have it. I hope you are duly intimidated by seeing my wild and rebellious side.

Oh, and have a nice day!

Thanks for reading,
Jan

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A World of Contrasts

While visiting Washington last week, we took a little time out for a late-afternoon hike to Puget Sound. Cloudy skies promised an early dusk, so we didn’t dawdle.

Halfway down the trail, I felt overcome by the riot of light, color, and sheer life all around me. A dozen shades of green lurked in the shadows or glowed in the open spaces. You know I had to get a picture…

About a mile farther, we emerged onto the rocky beach of Puget Sound. Here the scene whispered in muted tones and glassy reflections…

God’s creativity and artistry never cease to amaze me.

Happy trails!
Thanks for reading,
Jan

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Bunnies and Birthdays

Brent and I have been in the Olympia, Washington area celebrating our granddaughter’s second birthday. We especially enjoyed this visit because our daughter-in-law’s parents were able to be there, too.

Mommy Heather had some super cute ideas for the birthday cake and party. We all pitched in for the fun prep work. Observe the goateed “Celebrity Chef” as he assists with cake batter production.

Heather’s mom made the frosting. Later, Brent assembled and frosted the cake. Can you tell it’s a tree trunk? Heather placed a candy “bunny butt” as if the little guy were diving into his burrow beneath.

 

 

The men soon got the grill going, and before you know it, some neighbors arrived with little friends for the kids to play with.

 

 

 

After a yummy lunch, it was time for Daddy to light the candles. This appears to be a matter of some concern for Birthday Girl and her brother.


Everyone had a great time visiting, playing, and relaxing.

Thanks for coming to the party with me! I only wish I could have saved you some cake.

Thanks for reading,
Jan

PS: I’ll tell you about our other adventures next time.
jj

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