
Jerry’s Crew

George’s Crew
Chapter Nine’s Crab Rally (officially known as the Coast Rally) was a whopping success for us crab eaters, probably not so much for the approximately 100 crabs that gave their lives for us. Boats were provided by Jerry Christensen and George Boykin; each boat carried a crew of four that varied somewhat daily. Thanks to all of them! We ate: crab and more crab and Mexican and Chinese food and pulled pork sandwiches and breakfasts and more food. Do we ever do anything that doesn’t include eating?
We also traveled to see the magnificent Heceta Head Lighthouse Keeper’s house. (The lighthouse itself was undergoing repairs and off limits.) Some of us went to the casino, some explored up and down the coast. The camaraderie was unmatched. Fun and games in the evenings. Good friends and gossip.
Several of us over-nighted in motels and enjoyed the fun. At the business meeting new officers for Chapter Nine were elected. Betty Bush will be President, Rick DeYoung Vice president, Terry Hilty, Assistant Vice-President. Jackie Deal, Secretary for summer, Larry Heath, Secretary for winter, and Ed Spearse, Treasurer.
Rallies give folks who can’t or don’t travel anymore a chance to get out of their daily life (dare I say rut?). After four days of self-indulgence, coming home was almost culture shock. No more peeks at the ocean no more hilarious goofing-off. Back into the old routine but with a sense of renewal and re-invigoration.
Chapter Nine publishes a monthly newsletter, “Trailer Tracks”, and hosts a breakfast the second Wednesday of each month. Frequent (monthly) day trips help satisfy that yearning for traveling. If you haven’t joined in the fun; please do, you’re most welcome.
Check the Photos section of the Web Page for more photos of 2019 Chap 9 Crab Rally.
Not just a blue ribbon (tho’ those are nice.) but a “Best In Division” and a “Best In Show” at the Oregon State Fair! Val Knowles explains, “My division was “hand-spun knit garment” and her beautiful vest won that. She goes on to explain, “Best In Show “included felting, spinning and weaving”; she won that also.
Our Valerie Knowles is a winner, and apparently the judges at the Oregon State Fair think so, too! Here she is with her handspun Egyptian cotton knitted vest, taking not only a First Place ribbon, but a Best of Division and BEST OF SHOW! She has won a cash prize and a basket of lovely spinning fibers and goodies from the Aurora Colony Handspinners Guild, WEGO, and the Eugene Textile Center! Congratulations, Valerie!
A quiet man with a gentle smile; he reminisces about the beginnings of our Timber Valley Park. Bill Moss was born in Oklahoma in 1929. He ran an Auto Parts store in Roseburg and then retired to go into Real Estate in Sutherlin. He was on the original list of owners and also on the Land Search Committee entrusted with finding a home for Chapter Nine members. He was in Yuma when Roy Adams called and asked his help in getting money back they had put down on Oakland “flood plain” land and buying Sutherlin property instead. Bill says they looked all over and here was this wonderful place “right under our noses.” Bill went to the Sutherlin Planning Commission and helped put together 6 or 7 parcels to make up our 90 acres.
There’s music in the park! You didn’t know? You haven’t heard them? They’ll be playing again August 16 at 3 p.m. and August 23 for the Anniversary party. The five of them bring years of music experience to our park.












Bill and Cheryl Henry, are our newest members.
While I was away I had a chance to have a very nice Seattle dinner of crab cakes and salad. It was an upscale restaurant with entertainment provided. Well, not entertainment in the usual sense. When I first arrived at the place I thought there was a concert or at least a stage show about to start. Throngs of people were lined up on the sidewalk. They were standing, facing the street 6, 7, 10 deep. I entered the building and was led to my table by the window and now I could see that all of those people were waiting for one of the buses that would stop just outside my window. Along comes a big articulated bus and opens its mouth wide as dozens slip inside. The bus clamps it big jaws shut, and the signage changes to “Sorry, Bus full” and pulls away. Bus after bus pulls up, gobbles up as many humans as it can digest and pulls away. The crowd stays the same size as just as many arrive as are allowed on the buses. For awhile I fear all of Seattle is destined to be on this street corner waiting for a bus, but slowly, as I finished my dinner, the number of people and the number of buses became less. Dinner was done and rush hour was over.