A concealed truth, that’s all a lie is. Either by omission or commission we never do more than obscure. The truth stays in the undergrowth, waiting to be discovered.
Josephine Hart
Olympia, Washington – November 9, 2023 “Are you keeping track of what goes where?” The senior archivist inquired rhetorically in a stern tone. She stared at the stacks scattered in front of me, and the documents separated by fingers in each of my hands. I wasn’t. Like the silly notion I had as child, that…
I have on my laptop a simple reminder, written in pencil on a muted yellow stick note. Something I must remember in my approach to both past and present – People are complicated. In research, as in life, the first conclusion you come to is not always the correct one. I attended my first writer’s…
Whidbey Island, Washington Territory Like the god of a new world, Isaac Ebey stood on the shore of the settlement at the base of the Puget Sound. A great mountain range at the center of the peninsula beyond left him paralyzed, reverent. The dark tree line gave an impression of jagged teeth against the whiteness…
Mrs. Emma Taylor was a seamstress in Seattle before she became the city’s first Police Matron. Taylor was her married name. The surname that once described her origins in Devon, England, was Hayman. Similarly apt for her father’s occupation as a farmer. She came with her younger brother, William, to the states aboard the ship…
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