As requested, here's my story of the eruption of Mt.
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We wear stuffy masks outside for weeks. They stink like rubber and fresh paint. The gritty ash and tight bands leave red welts on my nose and cheeks. The whiteish ash gets everywhere. For years, people will find piles of it under decks or behind woodpiles.
My elementary school closes for good, something that had been planned for years, but with the cancelled school year, the school remains just like we left it. Years later my friends and I will break into the school and sort through the clay dinosaurs we’d made in art class and try to remember which one was ours.
The school will eventually be torn down to make low cost apartments for college students.
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My elementary school closes for good, something that had been planned for years, but with the cancelled school year, the school remains just like we left it. Years later my friends and I will break into the school and sort through the clay dinosaurs we’d made in art class and try to remember which one was ours.
The school will eventually be torn down to make low cost apartments for college students.
With the school closed, Dad will never coach soccer again, our new school is too far for him to pop over for practices. Although for decades when we talk about someone from our hometown, he will swear he coached that kid. In two years, dad will go on sabbatical in Southern California where he will meet my first step mom. A woman who deserved far more kindness and respect than my dad or the rest of our family gave her.
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With the school closed, Dad will never coach soccer again, our new school is too far for him to pop over for practices. Although for decades when we talk about someone from our hometown, he will swear he coached that kid. In two years, dad will go on sabbatical in Southern California where he will meet my first step mom. A woman who deserved far more kindness and respect than my dad or the rest of our family gave her.
I would continue to fish with Dad for several years, learning to fly fish, using a beloved bamboo fishing rod Dad made for me. Those are some of the best memories I have, clomping around with Dad in creeks in Idaho, coming back with tiny trout that I pretended to enjoy eating. We only stopped when he moved to Massachusetts my freshman year, setting off three years of custody battles.
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I would continue to fish with Dad for several years, learning to fly fish, using a beloved bamboo fishing rod Dad made for me. Those are some of the best memories I have, clomping around with Dad in creeks in Idaho, coming back with tiny trout that I pretended to enjoy eating. We only stopped when he moved to Massachusetts my freshman year, setting off three years of custody battles.
So that, my friends, is the story of the eruption Mt. St. Helens as seen in eastern Washington state where the ash fall was among the highest from the perspective of a seven year old who is now fifty-three.
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With the school closed, Dad will never coach soccer again, our new school is too far for him to pop over for practices. Although for decades when we talk about someone from our hometown, he will swear he coached that kid. In two years, dad will go on sabbatical in Southern California where he will meet my first step mom. A woman who deserved far more kindness and respect than my dad or the rest of our family gave her.
@MCDuncanLab this is the most compelling story I've read in ages!
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So that, my friends, is the story of the eruption Mt. St. Helens as seen in eastern Washington state where the ash fall was among the highest from the perspective of a seven year old who is now fifty-three.
Thank you so, so much. I could see and feel every moment of this.
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We inch along the highway, hoping that we see any car stopped ahead of us, that we stay on the highway. Slowly, dim street lights emerge from the dark as we near the turn off for the back way home, fewer stop lights, fewer chances of rear ending someone. In darkness, we surely pass the strange three wheeled merry-go-round machine that tests radial tires for wear, and the barn that holds the cows with the windows on their sides so the veterinary students can learn anatomy, but we don’t see them.
@MCDuncanLab I'm sorry, the cows that WHAT
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Thank you so, so much. I could see and feel every moment of this.
@Her_Doing @MCDuncanLab and the little flash forwards really helped make it real.
I do want to know what happened with the Girl Scout troop though.
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@MCDuncanLab I'm sorry, the cows that WHAT
Yeah, I never went to see them but it's a thing that they did at the vet school.
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So that, my friends, is the story of the eruption Mt. St. Helens as seen in eastern Washington state where the ash fall was among the highest from the perspective of a seven year old who is now fifty-three.
@MCDuncanLab Thank you so much for taking the time to write down these memories. I especially enjoyed how you intertwined your memory of the eruption with many of the other threads of your family history, that makes for quite a read!
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@Her_Doing @MCDuncanLab and the little flash forwards really helped make it real.
I do want to know what happened with the Girl Scout troop though.
Me too! (Although I am content to have this perfect story stay as is and just imagine the Girl Scout bit.
)But you did make every bit of this absolutely real. First-class storytelling.
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Me too! (Although I am content to have this perfect story stay as is and just imagine the Girl Scout bit.
)But you did make every bit of this absolutely real. First-class storytelling.
My sister and I asked my mom recently, she claims not to remember.
For all I know, it was the cost or that it was too hard to take my sister to weekly meetings.
We were absolutely latch-key kids even before my parents divorced.
My sister and I had to walk from CCD every Tuesday after school after stopping at home for a little snack. The church was about a mile away, which is kind of far for a 7 and 9 year old to walk, at least that's what I felt then.
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So that, my friends, is the story of the eruption Mt. St. Helens as seen in eastern Washington state where the ash fall was among the highest from the perspective of a seven year old who is now fifty-three.
This was incredible. Well done.
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Yeah, I never went to see them but it's a thing that they did at the vet school.
@MCDuncanLab @WizardOfDocs my daughter’s college roommate worked with cows, on a federal science project to reduce their farts with seaweed. She had to move stuff in and out of them.
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@MCDuncanLab @WizardOfDocs my daughter’s college roommate worked with cows, on a federal science project to reduce their farts with seaweed. She had to move stuff in and out of them.
Yeah, I saw that they are for research.
I'd always thought it was for anatomy, so I won't change that part of the story.
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As requested, here's my story of the eruption of Mt. St. Helens. It's long.
@MCDuncanLab my daughter has moved to Montana to fight fires this season, and she is amazed at how many folks are into fishing trout
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Yeah, I saw that they are for research.
I'd always thought it was for anatomy, so I won't change that part of the story.
@MCDuncanLab @WizardOfDocs no need to! Just commenting along; no request for changes.
I really enjoyed reading this. I’ve driven past a raging forest fire with my family in the car, and I can picture this. And the dust and ashes. Well told, thank you for sharing
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@MCDuncanLab my daughter has moved to Montana to fight fires this season, and she is amazed at how many folks are into fishing trout
Trout fishing is like nothing else, out in the woods, the thrill of landing a fish, the frustration of snagging a tree...
Dad says that all of the streams we used to fish are now overrun with people.
I recently discussed fishing with my vegetarian Hindu niece and nephew, the look of curious horror as they asked me about how to gut the fish, and then when I told them you had to kill it first will stick with me for a long long time.
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Trout fishing is like nothing else, out in the woods, the thrill of landing a fish, the frustration of snagging a tree...
Dad says that all of the streams we used to fish are now overrun with people.
I recently discussed fishing with my vegetarian Hindu niece and nephew, the look of curious horror as they asked me about how to gut the fish, and then when I told them you had to kill it first will stick with me for a long long time.
@MCDuncanLab my BIL goes back home to Montana to fish all the time; I’ve only ever caught pan fish from small boats and piers. That sounds very excellent to be off in the forest or field.
Every so often I visit a swimming hole in the Sierra, deep in a state park, with the family. When we get there, it’s popular enough that other people will be swimming and fishing there. Amazing trout, for all that.
Imagining that, but quiet, sounds fantastic
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Convinced that it was the volcano erupting, she drags her embarrassed husband home while the cloud is just an ominous bulge on the western horizon. We continue fishing, and the cloud continues to grow, inky black, unlike any cloud I’ve seen on my short time on the planet.
@MCDuncanLab I'm always happy to read a story where Cassandra doesn't stay put after she's shushed. I'm glad to hear she bugged out.
