My Dad

 My dad, Kermit Williams, had a remarkable life.  He was born January 27, 1918, in a cabin in Greer, West Virginia, a tiny Appalachin coal mining community. He grew up in nearby Masontown, the oldest of 5 children in a broken family.  After high school, he began working in the coal mines with pick and shovel before enrolling in Shenandoah Conservatory to study music.  Time there was cut short by WWII, and he joined the army knowing he would be drafted soon.

Kermit and sister Alice Jane, who died of diphtheria at the age of two, a common occurrence before a vaccine was developed. 

Kermit, 4th from the left, and sister Christine, 2nd from right, on a coal cart.

I love this photo as it shows relatives with their most esteemed possessions.  That's Dad, holding his hat,  to the right of what I suppose is a gramophone that he is clutching.  His mom, Lillie, is third from the right, holding Dad's sister Christine.

Dad is on the right, visiting his coal mine buddies before being stationed in Fort Bragg, California, and then sent overseas.  While in Fort Bragg, he met my mom, Ann Clark, who was a school teacher in Laytonville.  They corresponded for the years he was stationed overseas in the Philippines and New Guinea.

In the U.S. Army, he was a Staff Sergeant in the signal corps.  Communications were by Morse code.  When I was about 9 or 10, he taught me morse code and we used the same key he brought back from the war. A neighbor friend in the house behind ours learned Morse code also, and we strung wires from my bedroom to his bedroom.  We could buzz each other and send messages.  This led to me getting a shortwave radio kit, soldering it together, and with only 3 tubes I could listen to ham radio, Radio Moscow, and the Voice of America in the middle of the night when reception was best.  I wanted to get a ham radio license, but the exam at the time was quite difficult and I never did.

Upon returning from the war, Kermit and Ann were married.  I was born the following year.  Coming back from New Guinea on a troop carrier, Dad was reading material on occupations and decided to learn the trade of piano technician and tuner.  He and Mom went to Elkhart, Indiana, where he learned the trade.  That is where I was born.  While waiting to get into the school in Elkhart, he learned musical instrument repair in Cincinnati, Ohio.

After Elkhart, they headed west to California in an old Chevy.  Heading up the coast they were smitten by Santa Barbara, and Dad took a job as piano tuner for a music store.  After a couple years or so he decided to go into business for himself.  He became a very successful tuner/technician for Santa Barbara, tuning 4 pianos a day.  He would sometimes take jobs as far north as Paso Robles and as far south as Oxnard.  He was the tuner/technician for The Music Academy of the West in Montecito.  The work was hard, and being in business for himself, he only allowed himself a couple weeks off a year.  He made good decisions, buying an acre of land in the hills above the Santa Barbara Mission.  He and Mom helped design a house which we moved into in 1958.  They lived there the rest of their lives, over 50 years.  This family photo is from around 1976.  Left to right, are Mom, Dad, Steve, Sarah, me, and Berta.

For decades, Dad had a core group of friends who would get together and play polka music.  Practice was in our garage, and oompah music would echo off the other side of the canyon.  It was a good excuse to drink beer.  Dad is on the left.  John Ogle, with tuba, was one of Dad's best friends, and was leader of the band.  They even played live once on TV's Polka Parade!  

Mom and Dad at the farmer's market in Santa Barbara in 2004.  Dad passed away March 2, 2009, at the age of 91.  His life was truly an American success story, one of smart decisions, hard work, and loyalty to friends and family.  

Hummingbird Cam

 We've been having fun with this camera/feeder that Nick and Lauren gifted us.  When it's triggered, it automatically sends a 10 second video to my phone.  

This Rufous Hummingbird made its migration from southern Mexico to our yard.  Life is amazing!

Common Merganser With Ducklings

 This Common Merganser is a super mom with her 14 (hard to count) ducklings.  They come by my camera by the river every few days.  

Happy Birthday, Hon!

 Yesterday, we celebrated Gail's birthday.  She had requested we do a big hike in the Drift Creek Wilderness, a vast area in the Siuslaw National Forest.  The trailhead was at 1,450 feet elevation.  We hiked down to Drift Creek at 150 feet elevation.  We never saw another person from start to finish.

Beautiful Drift Creek, with it's sunny sitting area.

We had to do a selfie!

It didn't look like the forest we hiked through had been logged.  It was diverse with old growth trees, younger trees, fallen giants, and some old fire scars.  This picture is of a hemlock that sprouted on top of a dead tree trunk and then sent its roots down the trunk to the ground.  Eventually the the encased dead trunk will rot away, leaving the hemlock on its stilts.   

This hemlock sprouted on a decaying log (a nurse log) that is now mostly rotted away.   

Fun with the "pano" feature on the iPhone.

On the hike back out up the mountain we had a little excitement.  A bear was coming down the trail towards us, about 40 feet away.  We raised our voices and the bear disappeared into the vegetation.  Then Daisy got it's scent and went totally berserk.  She has a real hatred for bears and pulled me like a sled for the next 15 minutes or so.  I was worried her collar might break.

We finished our day back home with appetizers, a movie, and dinner from The Drift Inn.