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While having coffee with a friend recently, she suggested, “Why don’t you write about bird flight. I’d like to know what those birds are that make a wave pattern as they fly through my garden.”
Community Events, August 2014
The a convicted murderer is in the family isn’t exactly what Langley residents Graham and Jackie Johnson hoped to discover when they began researching a bit of family history.
Are you old enough to remember what a “Dear John” letter was? I’m not sure if such a thing still exists in this day of instant communication with our devices; perhaps now you simply text the person you want to “dump” and do it. But, during several of our assorted wars, large and small, when a soldier on deployment received a “Dear John” letter, it meant that the person supposedly waiting for him to return was, in fact, not going to wait after all, and was informing him of the situation in that letter. We all knew what “getting a Dear John letter” meant.
Mary Fisher says she’s learned to bloom wherever she is in life. When Fisher’s kids left home, she felt emptiness, and wanted to fill that hole. She looked close to home, and became aware of kids in need of nutritious food right here on South Whidbey.
When Langley resident Claire Moore and her partner, Marsha Morgan, marched in their first Gay Pride Parades in 1976, they were spat on and cursed at; opposing passersby and picketers hurled items into the parade line. At 2 p.m. on Sunday, the couple took to the street once more for a very different kind of pride parade: Langley’s first Queer Pride Parade. Instead of being cursed at, the couple and their fellow parade participants were cheered on. Instead of being spat on, marchers were greeted with solidarity and smiles as they made their way from Langley Middle School through downtown.