Eli and Sophia

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Hairheads

Who? Me? Sandy?Tina?

Sue and Sandy
We have been through some wild and crazy styles, including our hair.  When I was a preschooler, and a few years after, Milly kept trying to coax a few curls into my stick-straight hair.  Sylvia tried to teach Milly  French braiding, but Milly grew impatient only shortly after I did. "Richard Hudnet" and "Toni" made home permanents for children, but they seemed to take hours to apply. the ideal was the little blonde girl on the William's Bread package:  her blonde curls were swept up into a crown at the top of her head. But ultimately,  curls were as elusive as sliced white bread, in our household. Then I tried the "Light n' Bright" to retain my natural blonde, but nothing took.  Eventually, I felt like Bozo:  I had fuzzy curls, but the fast-growing roots of my hair made the perms stick straight out at the sides and lie straight across the top.  I went straight, but long, but then I met Jerry, and did a lot of scuba diving.  I couldn't come out of the water without having my hair tied in knots, so I had it all cut off.  "Are you going to cry? Is somebody going to get mad at me if I do this?" the beautician asked. For the next 10 years or so, I kept it short, undyed, and straight.  Now, it's growing out, light brown with gray easy to detect, and still as straight as a stick.

Photos from the Archives

Eli the Ham

Tina hates Santa, with Patty

Mark practices game theory--what to ask for?

Mark's Christmas:  Coonskin cap, smoke gun and puppy


Three generations of hands in pockets, Mark, Eli and Vake

Tina fills Vake's shoes, and reads just like he does
During our recent reunion, I used some of my days in Oregon to toss Vake and Milly's house, looking for family photos.  I found them--or rather, Sandy did, in a box at her house, which is a good place to save precious things.  Her are a few of my favorites. There is an incredible amount of paperwork still to go through, so be patient, and eventually, more family photos are likely to emerge.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Clamming

Shown:  Riley Fadden, age 3, helping clean clams.
When we were kids growing up on the Oregon coast, digging clams was fun and sport for the whole family.  We could rarely catch any razor clams—they just weren’t as plentiful on the Oregon coast as they are in Washington, and those critters are fast! As soon as you see the tip of its siphon in the receding surf, you start to dig like crazy, but it senses you coming, perhaps through the pressure of your footsteps in the sand, and it heads straight for China.
       Vake saw somebody using a clam gun, just a metal cylinder with a valve top, for pushing into the sand over a clam, closing the valve, and pulling up the cylinder of sand, clam and all.  Being an old sheet metal man, he fabricated one, but made it larger in diameter than the commercial model.  It turned out to be too heavy for most men to lift out of the sand when it was full.  He gave it to a local man, Mr. Bones, who had lost one arm (I assume in a logging accident). Mr. Bones was powerful, and had developed extra strength in his remaining arm, and he could use the clam gun just fine.
     Going after mud clams, now called “Oregon soft shelled clams,” was a whole different matter.  Any time the tide was low on the river, you could dig your limit of 36 clams per person, per day. We learned to stick a finger down an apparent clam whole, to feel if there was a clam in it.  Feel just the slightest sensation? It’s too small.  Feel a good, positive contact? You’ve got yourself a big one! Dig next to the clam hole, follow the hole down with your fingers, and there it is. Guard your bucket from the seagulls that follow you down the shore. They’ll steal the clams right out of your bucket if you give them the chance.
    Sticking her fingers in the clam hole was hard for Tina’s daughter Kaia to trust. She’s soon to be an RN—you’d think she’d be less concerned about sticking her fingers in strange places, but she lives in the Arizona desert. There, holes have spiders in them. Big spiders.
    Clamming has its risks. It’s easy to lacerate a finger on sharp shells in the clam hole. The tide turned on Sandy and me once, and we ended up wading back to shore in water up to our armpits, but saving our clams and shovels. And when Brook took Sandy’s boy Ricky clamming, Ricky got stuck in soft mud.  Brook had to pull him up, toss him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, then use his hands to pull his own boots out of the muck, to wade to firmer soil.
  Brook learned a trick from his grandmother Milly:  When you are ready to leave the clam flats, you put your biggest and best clams at the top of your bucket so you look like a mighty hunter.
   Brook uses clams to make his grandpa Vake’s clam chowder, which is a classic New England style chowder made with diced potatoes, cooked and drained, a little celery for flavoring sautéed in some bacon, lots of chopped clams, and milk.  Sandy recommends using Yukon Gold potatoes, and deplores thickening the chowder with cornstarch the way some people do.
   Brook also makes clam fritters from a family recipe for Aunt Sylvia’s fish cakes.
 1-1/2 C flour
2 tsp baking powder
½ tsp salt
1/8 tsp pepper
1/8 tsp paprika
½ C milk or clam juice
2 eggs
1-1/2 tsp grated onion
1 tsp melted shortening
10 clams (Brook recommends using a LOT more clams)
Rinse the clams and put them through a chopper.  Make a batter of the other ingredients, and stir in the clams.  Take 1 spoonful of batter per fritter and fry on a hot greased griddle or in deep fat.
     Tina has a clam recipe, too, for clam dip, but uses canned clams for it, since the clams need to be cooked before being added to the other dip ingredients. Here is her recipe, as Brook transcribed it:
Two  8-oz packages of cream cheese
1 can minced clams, drained
1 T sour cream
Worcestershire sauce
Onion powder
Garlic powder
Parsley
Soften the cream cheese and add clams and enough of their juice to flavor the dip; give the remaining juice to your cats.  Add one T sour cream and remaining ingredients to suit your taste and flavor.  Let it chill for an hour unless you are hungry; in that case, let it chill for ½ hour.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The Vake Sampson Line

Leslie Anne Jones
Mark, Sue, Brook, Tina, Ricky, Colbe, Kaia, Alexx, Vake, Eric, Alison

Sue and Tina

Eric Blaine Martin, JD, Atty at Law

Alison Gillespie Monroe Martin, Atty at Law


Brook Martin, PhD

Sandra Sampson Jones, AIA

Johnie Jones, CPA

William Vake Jones

Reynold Vake Blaine Martin

 Mark  Richard ("Ricky") Jones

Tina Naomi Sampson, PMP  (center)

Kaia Lee Moe

Alexx Angeline

Colbe Caitlin Moe

Drew Alan Sampson

Meghan Rae Sampson

Mark Edison Sampson, MD
Shown: Sandy's daughter Leslie Anne Jones,  The group, Sue (Susan Rae Sampson) and Tina, Sue's son Eric Blaine Martin, Eric's wife Alison Monroe Martin, Sue's son Brook, Sandy Sampson Jones, Sandy's husband Johnie (with one "N") Jones, Sandy's son Billy Vake Jones, Eric's son Reynold Vake Blaine Martin, Sandy's son  Mark Richard "Ricky" Jones, Tina Sampson (between Sandy and Charlie Gele'),Tina's daughter Kaia Lee Moe, Kaia's boyfriend Alexx (with two "Xs") Angeline, Tina's daughter Colbe Kaitlin Moe, Mark's son Drew Alan Sampson, Mark's  daughter Meghan Rae Sampson, and Mark Edison Sampson. Not shown:  My husband Jerry Horn, who is really quite reclusive, and Tina's son Harper, who stayed behind home in Tucson, AZ. Leslie is pictured, but could not attend--she works for a magazine in Shanghai, China, and with publishing deadlines, could not take her vacation in the middle of the month in order to attend.
    As for the group, why are we all laughing? It was a memorial event, but we are an irreverent group:  we poured the cremated ashes of Vake and Milly Sampson into the Siltcoos River, and everybody was thinking of "The Big Lebowski," where the ashes blow back into the onlooker's faces. Here, the tide turned, and momentarily,  the ashes flowed upstream before they flowed down.

The Johnnie Sampson Line

Lt. Col. Jon Logan Sampson, USA (ret.)

Dean Reynold Sampson, physicist (ret.)

Greg Reynold Sampson

Patricia Sampson, Safeco VP (ret.)

Patricia Anne Sampson

Dale Libby III (Rusty), Patty's son

Wendy Libby, Rusty's Wife

Nicole Libby, daughter of Rusty and Wendy

Manar, Rusty and Wendy's exchange student from Yemen

Becky Libby Guth, Shane Guth and Code Guth

Patty Sampson, Becky Libby, Sandy Sampson Jones
Shown:  Jon, Dean, Dean's Greg, Dean's wife Pat,Patty Anne Sampson, Patty's son Dale Libby III (Rusty), Rusty's wife Wendy, their daughter Nicole, their exchange student Manar from Yemen, Patty's daughter Becky Libby Guth with her husband Shane and their son Cole. The last photo is an older one, just to prove that Patty once had dazzling red hair, as did Becky and Sandy Sampson (who are still red).  Not shown:  Jon's wife Barbara, whose picture didn't turn out; Dean's younger son Mark, who did not attend; and Patty's son Jeff, whose car blew up on reunion day, so he spent the time hunting for car parts.

Descendants of Gene Sampson

Beckett Samuel Fadden, age 1
David Eugene Sampson

Clara Louise ("Charlie") Gele' Sampson, David's wife, with Mark's daughter Meghan Sampson

David's son Geoffrey Sampson (l) with Dean's Gregory Reynold Sampson

Arnold Eli Sampson 

Arno's wife Sharlene 

Arno's daughter Kelly Sampson Zimmerman with baby Nielen 

Kurt Zimmerman 

Nielen Zimmerman, age 1

Eric Sampson, Arn's son
 

Nadia and Sofia, Eric Sampson's wife and daughter

Samuel Roy Sampson (right) with Brook Ian Martin

Riley Fadden, age 3

Nathan Fadden and Sam's daughter Kate Rene' Sampson Fadden 

Sam's daughter Siiri Roseanne Sampson

Beckett Fadden and Nielen Zimmerman
Shown: Beckett Samuel Fadden (Sam's grandson),  David Sampson, Dave's wife Charlie (Clara Louise Gele', with Mark's daughter Meghan), Dave's son Geoffrey (left, with Dean's Gregory on the right), Arnold Eli Sampson, Arno's wife Shar, Arno's daughter Kelly Zimmerman, Kelly's husband Kurt Zimmerman, Kelly's daughter Nielen, Arno's son Eric Sampson, Eric's wife Nadia and daughter Sofia, Sam Sampson (with Sue's son Brook on the left), Sam's grandson Riley Fadden, Sam's daughter and son-in-law Kate and Nathan Fadden, Sam's daughter Siiri Sampson, and Sam's grandson Beckett Samuel Fadden (with Nielen Zimmerman on the right).  Not shown:  David's daughter Paula Sue Morris and her son Daniel Stuart Morris, both of Colorado, who could not attend, and Geoff Sampson's girlfriend Sara.