Sunday, December 20, 2009

Birth of Winter by RD Larson

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The Birth of Winter

By
RD Larson

Never mind that golden leaf, the one that dangles
By a single spider thread.
Care not that the flowers have faded and bent.
Worry not that the birds have left forever.
Feel not the chill of wind from the north.
We are more, my love.

Never mind that the puddles freeze to silver
Below the dark and lofty firs.
Have no grief for the hunted stag on the run.
Wish not for the berries that grew so wild.
Bear not the loss of warm sunlight glinting
With dim and nameless fear.

Don't let the darkness into your waiting soul.
For listen to me,
I have the sight to see the future now for us.
There is more to come, more life to come.
For winter is not the death it seems to be.
Fear not, my dearest love.

The winter fire will warm you with it glow,
While I hold you close.
You will have your warm sweater knit of stories,
You will have your feet covered with words
and sonnets will hang with glory from your ears.
I am with you, my love, always.

When the tops of the trees cry in the hard wind
I will comfort you.
When the branches fall I will shield you safely.
When ice forms I will hold your hand tight
And when the snow falls we will delight.
For it is anew we celebrate.

I am your lover and you are my love, it's true.
Be calm for I am here.
Winter deals its deck when rivers roar and trees fall.
I will hide you in my arms and pester you with talk
of far away travels and sunny days on beaches.
I will coddle you, my sweet.

The dank smell of toadstools and mulch will hover,
In the midst the ferns
Snows will fall and melt and fall again.
The pious will pray and some will die,
But neither you nor I will join the others
We are earth's children.

As all living things huddle and wait for spring
We will sing and dance.
Many others will harken back to bygone days;
While others will slip into the dark to die alone.
Some like us will survive.

For winter is not the end of joy for those who love;
It is the season to celebrate!
Thanking those we love and want, we praise;
Scorning those who limp away and cry too loud,
Throwing caution to the wind we dance to music
made by our love.

And when the days get slowly longer we grin,
At the fears we hid away.
Wildly gay and running free, we drift
Like the last snowflakes, the last cold
Winds of the bitter north and east,
our heart swelling with joy and life
As we love one another.

Winter is the birth of dreams and cozy joys,
It is the blanket we treasure.
And the game we play again and again.
For winter is tamed by love and love
Foils all the fears of death and damned
As hearts swell in songs of happiness.
You are my beloved.

Saturday, October 10, 2009


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Photo credit: Molly Neely-Walker


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Roche Harbor (Images of America)
by
Richard Walker


An Interview with Richard Walker by RD Larson

RD LARSON: I have known you for a number of years and was pleased to see
that your book, Roche Harbor (Images of America), was recently published.

When did you first come to the island? And did you move here then or
later? Tell us a bit about how you are involved in the island through your
work and your interests.

RICHARD WALKER: I visited the area in 1996 and in 1999, and moved here
Nov. 13, 1999. When my daughter was a pre-teen here, I was involved in her
activities — softball and 4-H. I have been a member of the San Juan
Historical Society Board of Trustees since 2001, and am a former member of
the San Juan Lions Club although I will always be a Lion at heart.

LARSON: Did you become interested in history as a child or as an adult?
What is your favorite period of time to read about?

WALKER: As a child, I was interested in presidential history and each
individual elected to that position — his background, the personal
ambitions and national events that influenced him. I come from a family of
storytellers who were witness to historical events on the local and
national level, so that further piqued my interest in the events that have
shaped our lives.

LARSON: Who is your favorite historical author?

WALKER: I have a lot of favorites. I really enjoyed Edmund Morris's "The
Rise of Theodore Roosevelt" and "Theodore Rex," and Candice Millard's
"Theodore Roosevelt's Darkest Journey / The River of Doubt." I am
currently enjoying — and learning a lot from — Doris Kearns
Goodwin's "Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln."

LARSON: Many people who come to the islands as visitors naturally go out
to Roche Harbor as do the locals. How did you come up with the idea of a
picture history of Roche Harbor? And did you know that people see it as a
romantic and idyllic place?

WALKER: The first "Images of America" book I read was "Signal Hill," about
a Southern California oil town where I have roots. I reviewed another
"Images of America" book, "Shasta Nation," for a newspaper I write for as
a freelancer. And I helped put together the project that resulted in
"Friday Harbor," which was published in time for Friday Harbor's
Centennial. So when Rich Komen of Roche Harbor said he'd like a book on
the village, I felt it was a perfect subject for Arcadia Publishing Co.'s
"Images of America" series.

People do indeed see Roche Harbor as a romantic and idyllic place, it's
always been more than that. It's always been a community of people, from
the time it was the Coast Salish community of Whelaalk, to present day.
Ambitions played out here, careers were spent here, couples fell in love
and married here, children were born and went to school here. Cultural
teachings were passed on here, families entertained and played and
worshipped here, and people died here. It has always been a vibrant
community. We cannot forget that this is a sacred place as well, and we
should always respect that this has been home to thousands of people for
generations and that loved ones are buried here. I am particularly glad to
see more protections in place for Roche Harbor's cemetery and the
mausoleum.

LARSON: How did you decide what to write and how much?

WALKER: Writing this book was a challenge because there is little wiggle
room in the publisher's standards: No more than 18,000 words, 200 or so
photos, 70-word captions, 128 pages. Introductory text sets the tone for
each chapter, but much of the story is told with photos and captions.

LARSON: The history of Roche Harbor from Captain Roche to the Tarte family
has been one of growth and beauty. Do you feel the changes that have
occurred the last few years have been true to that ideal and in what way?

WALKER: While researching for this book, I learned that Roche Harbor has
constantly been in flux: Buildings moved from one site to another, new
buildings built in place of those that burned down, homes removed from one
area and new homes built elsewhere. The one common thread is "community":
From pre-contact to present day, people have always been drawn to this
place because of its abundance of resources and its natural beauty.

While Roche Harbor's economy changed — from resource-based community
to lime company town to resort town to year-round village — people
adapted to those changes and continued to be a part of the community. Some
people working at the resort today are grandchildren and
great-grandchildren of people who fished there before the settlement era
or worked for the lime company. For more on this, I recommend my column in
The Journal, www.pnwlocalnews.com/sanjuans/jsj/opinion/51138967.html.

LARSON: As a fiction writer, I think of Roche Harbor as a setting for a
story. I think lots of people do. I'm thinking of the marriages that
happen in the beautiful garden. Would you ever think of writing a fiction
story with a local setting?

WALKER: I'm not a fiction writer, although as a newspaper reporter I've
sometimes been accused of being one.

LARSON: Would you tell us about your plans for your next book?

WALKER: I have a couple of projects in the works; one project has been in
the works for years. Writing a book and reporting news involve entirely
different types of deadlines. The "Roche Harbor" book taught me to set
deadlines and stick to them, so I may actually accomplish another book
soon.

LARSON: Thank you for this interview. I am now going to write a review for
your very fine book. I want to recommend it to others. And again thank you
for taking time to do this.

WALKER: I am honored to have been interviewed by you.

LARSON: My next blog will contain my book review of Roch Harbor (Images of America) by Richard Walker.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

FICTION FLASH

"Hi,

I'd like to invite you to read the following short story,'book, ' I wrote on BookRix:

http://www.bookrix.com/_mybook-rdlarson_1254339709.0742340088

It's called Face the Rain/
Bye...
RD"

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POLITICAL SLASH

Don't you think it's about time that we thought of those unfortunate people that don't have health care? I have health care but it costs $800 a month. I don't think it's fair and I don't think people should not have health care insurance. They wouldn't get driver's insurance if it weren't a law. Don't you want to be seen in ER if you have a car wreck IMMEDIATELY rather than wait four hours for people with cold, kids with ear infections and old folks with no doctor get in first? There should be health care for everyone.

DOGGIE SPLASH:
Faline went walking in the rain today. She didn't seem to mind but when she stopped to do the necessary thing, rain drops (big rain drops) from the trees kept dropping on her. She looked mad and wet as she pooped. No birds, no superman, nothing. Quite disgruntled. And somewhat confused.
Poor thing.