Neighborhood scene: A baby deer frolicked amid the flock of turkeys in Jensens’ field. “Play with me, please play with me,” she seemed to cry. As Mama Deer grazed and turkey mamas stood guard, the young turkeys seemed more interested in eating than in playing. My heart went out to the baby, an only fawn, with no other young deer to play with.
BYOB — bring your own bags — to carry away treasures from Twisp Library Friends annual Labor Day Book Sale on Saturday (Sept. 5), in the Methow Valley Community Center gym. Free books for firefighters and fire victims; books in the body and soul section (health and wellness, spiritual, religion, etc.) are $1 a bag. Special/gift books will be $2. Donation jars will be available to go for fire relief to Room One, The Cove, and Long Term Recovery. The sale will open at 8:30 a.m. and last until the crowds thin out.
Sue and Ed Karcher drove up to the valley from Texas to spend a month here with their daughter Laura. Ed had the chance to catch up with tennis buddies the first week, but by the second, Laura’s parents had the Twisp River Fire on their mind.
Laura’s house is near the Poorman Creek turnoff and was close enough to the fires to be coated with red fire retardant. Going back and forth to Laura’s from Tom Doran’s Lone Pine Cottage, they helped Laura remove some of the retardant from her house. I suspect they are not the only visitors who cut a visit short because of the smoke and the uncertainty about more fires.
Lloyd A. Bjerge lived a long life and good life. He was 99 when he died on Aug. 20, 2015, at Harmony House in Brewster. His obituary in this paper told of his heroism as a B-24 pilot during WWII in Europe, where he became a prisoner of war, “escaping with the help of the French Resistance fighters.” I always thought his hearing problems were due to his aging, but the sounds of that war did the damage.
Lloyd’s partner, Alice Glandon, and Lloyd were at almost any cultural or social event held in Twisp for the years that I’ve know them: plays at The Merc Playhouse, Wednesday night jazz in the beer garden at the pub, holiday concerts and other musical events. Lloyd until recently walked at Alice’s side. The last time I saw them together was at the Indian dinner at the Twisp Valley Grange. Lloyd had slowed down by then. Alice got up and marched toward the door, Lloyd following behind. “She’s gonna leave you,” I said. “No,” Lloyd said, “she’ll wait.”
Alice is at home with their dog Harley. She said her last goodbyes to Lloyd before he died. Our sympathies to Lloyd’s daughters Karen Johnson and her family, and to Lynn Bjerge.
By the time you read this, John and Sandy Lomison have reached their new home in Portland, Oregon. Last Wednesday, I photographed John as he stood in the back of the 36-foot U-Haul, furniture packed like pieces in a jigsaw, parked before his Twisp home. John and Sandy have lived in Twisp for eight years. In 2007, John made a good run for the Twisp mayoral job. The always good-natured John was also chairman of a social table at the Hank’s Harvest Foods deli, where he and friend Howard Betty were playing cribbage last week.
A funny thing happened, though. I ran into John again in Hank’s on Thursday. “What the heck are you doing here?” I asked. It seems that the house they were planning to move into might have burned in an Oregon fire. Until the agent of the mortgage company drove by it to see that it was “still standing,” John and Sandy waited in Twisp. John will be nearer to good health care in case his cancer returns, and Sandy — who taught French before she retired — will continue to study the Russian language in Portland.