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I moved to Bainbridge Island in 1978. By current standards, that makes me a long-time resident; but I'm a newcomer to these folks. When I arrived here I was fortunate to experience a different community, the one these people had known for generations. This was a time when you'd ride the ferry and know a lot of the other riders; a time when the hardware store sold rope from big spools, and 10-1 Penta, and you could pick your hardware out of bins and boxes instead of blister packs. I have lived in small rural towns most of my life and appreciate those values -- it's part of what brought me to Bainbridge Island originally. However, even then I could see the Island starting to evolve from what it had been for so long into what it is becoming . . .
BUT TODAY, it's a sunny Saturday morning, and there's an "Oldtimers Picnic" up on Strawberry Hill:
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Once a year the older families and generations of Islanders come out of the woodwork. |
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These are the names you see on street corners, like Grow, Lovell, Svornich, Keys, Sakai, Henshaw, etc. |
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This is a time for catching up on the details of old friends and grandkids, and for general swapping of stories. |
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Do they always travel in packs of three? |
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It's a potluck and a time for reminiscing about times gone by. |
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I want this web site to help carry these people's knowledge and experiences forward to the future, to help guide the decisions we make in the present. |
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Many decisions are made today without respect for what has gone before and without benefiting from knowledge of the past. |
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A final delight -- Grandma's brownies, I remember them.
Don't forget this
not-far-gone life of Bainbridge Island -- it is part of who we are today.
Be seeing you - Dave |
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