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George Le Masurier, Publisher
Mike Oakland, Editorial Page Editor
Jerry Wakefield, Managing Editor
Peter Stroble, Community Representative
Katherine Mahoney, Community Representative
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One of my favorite photographs is a picture I took many years ago of a man named Harry in British Columbia. In a sense, Harry lived the life of Thoreau. He lived alone in a shack he had built by himself 25 years earlier while he was still legally blind. When technology caught up with Harry and transplanted new sight into his sockets, he made a vow to see the world from a different perspective.
After he got his sight back, this individualist wrote a letter to the world every Christmas season to share the view from his perch.
Like Thoreau at Walden, Harry drew much out of his solitude, contending that his treasures are memories tucked away in his mind “to be brought forth when the long nights become lonely, like this one.” He wrote this letter on one of those lonely nights some years ago.
“It’s Christmas time again. White ruffled curtains are sifting the moonlight. The soft yellow lights from the neighbor’s kitchen are buttering the falling snow. Yesterday’s puddles wear a grey skin of ice and our ponds have shut their eyelids on the winter cold. The evergreens are mittened with frost.”
Harry spent a lot of time with nature. He loved birds and animals. He was never an important man by the standards of status and financial success. He was a logger for a while, and finished his working career as a janitor.
But he was a keen observer, a rough poet, a witty, wise old man who had a long love affair with clouds and stars.
“I stood in awe and wonder. Dawn started emerging from the womb of night, and slowly the sun was chinning itself on the horizon. Pillowed clouds, gently aired by a slight breeze, seemed like hooded friars telling their beads in the morning sun.”
Harry often turned nostalgic.
“I grew up in the days when you could buy a nickel’s worth of something, when sex education was learning to kiss without bumping noses, when buying on time meant getting there before the store closed, when health foods were whatever your mother said you’d better eat and when it cost less to educate your son than it does now to amuse his children.”
A man of little formal education, Harry spent most of his hours of solitude reading classics.
He also kept up with current events and lamented the frenetic world we live in today.
“When I was young, we had little mental anguish, no tense nerves to frustrate the spirit. The hardships were usually resolved by a good night’s sleep. Our lives were tranquil and uncomplicated, not plagued by the traumatic turmoil or the age of the spaceship and the terrorist. We didn’t want much because we didn’t see much to want.
“The answer to the world’s problems may be in that statement.”
There was a small marsh near where he lived. He spent more time than usual before his small wood stove that year.
At 80 years, it felt colder than it really was.
Harry never became pessimistic. He embraced nature as a buffer to a world he did not fully understand. Or didn’t want to. He died during his sleep some years back, probably after his nightly ritual.
“The last thing I do every night before retiring is to step out the back door and look upward.”
To continue his love affair with the clouds and the stars.
George Le Masurier, publisher of The Olympian, can be reached at 360-357-0206 or glemasurier@theolympian.com.
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A recent lecture at South Puget Sound Community College got me thinking about how much fun it is to goof off.
When Canadian songwriter Joni Mitchell wrote the words, "You don't know what you've got till it's gone," she was referring to people's natural tendency to take things for granted.
Several readers have phoned or written after our recent editorials endorsing candidates in this year's election.
Thank you to all the readers of The Olympian who responded to our call for questions to ask the municipal and county candidates in this fall's general election. I asked those questions at two candidate forums last week at The Olympia Center.
Question: How many of you plan to pull out the South Sound TV tabloid in today’s newspaper and use it to plan your television viewing during the week?
While it's back-to-school time for children, their parents and teachers, we should note that school isn't just for our kids. Education should be a lifetime endeavor, with opportunities for everyone to learn and grow throughout their working lives.
Heath Ledger was on top of the world. In 2007, having been nominated for an Oscar for his role in the criticallyacclaimed film "Brokeback Mountain," the Australian actor had his pick of challenging, rewarding roles. Ledger had already appeared in many popular films, including "Ten Things I Hate about You" (filmed in part in the state of Washington). And having just turned in a buzz-worthy appearance as the Joker in "The Dark Knight," Ledger's star was about to rise even higher.
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