Duane McGuire Blog

It's been a long while since I've woken to the sound of Sheb Wooley singing "It was a one-eyed,

I grew up along the Willapa River in Western Washington, where I was born 100 years after the Utopian religious group of Bethel, Missouri began to plan their migration along the Oregon Trail to the Pacific Northwest.

In about 1942, my Dad, Harvey McGuire built a house with Grandpa Henkel. That house became a home

Sometime around 1958, I was introduced to swimming lessons. I'm sure some kids complained about it. I wasn't one of them! That's a good thing, because swimming lessons were not optional.

Recently, my friend Terry Greene posted this evocative photo work on Facebook. This piece grabbed

It is spring. Daffodils should be here. But I am waiting and watching, as my daffodils are moving

The shop was right next door to Orville Ekman's shoe repair shop. It was somewhat smaller than your average Great Clips, and the configuration was much different. Mr. McCartney's "workstation", the barber chair,

Willapa Hills Trail is the former Northern Pacific spur line from Chehalis Washington to South Bend

While visiting family in Grays Harbor, we stayed at Artic RV Park. It turned out to be a beautiful

... the sight of a new barn at Menlo. It's a fairly modest structure, but truly sweet.