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Donna Mae Lyons Kunkel May 23, 1928 - Sept. 6, 2020 She was born Donna Mae Lyons May 23, 1928. She died at the age of 92, Sept. 6, 2020. To some she was called Donna Mae, to others Donnie but to five extremely lucky people she was called mom. Donnie was born to John Harold Lyons and Edith Lillian McHugh Lyons in Portland, Ore. Raised in the Laurelhurst neighborhood, she attended Laurelhurst Grade School, Grant High School and attended the University of Oregon. Donnie married the love of her life, Paul Worth Kunkel Jr., July 10, 1949. Paul and Donnie were married 70 years. Paul preceded her in death July 2, 2019. Her love of singing was infectious. From Camp Fire Girls, church choirs, high school and college choirs to leading sing alongs and rounds in the family car, her voice was sweet, clear and strong. Always one for a good laugh, her subtle sense of humor and wit left everyone around her feeling happy and cared for. The word "patience" can barely describe her ability to listen to others, meet the needs of five very different children, manage a household that was teeming with activity and support her loving husband Paul. Her talents in the kitchen were wildly known by all who had the opportunity to eat her food. Homemade cookies, lemon meringue pie, baked beans, ham sauce and deviled eggs were favorites. Donnie had the ability to cook over an open flame as the family camped in the wilderness. Born athletic, Donnie had a mean backhand on the tennis court, a graceful turn on the ice rink, the ability to tap and ballroom dance her way around a room and the guts to learn how to ski and mountain climb in her 30's. Even in her 90's, she was a big hit on her beanbag baseball team while residing at Hearthstone at Murrayhill. Socializing and being an active part of a community was important to Donnie. She enjoyed the "No Bridge Bridge" club, the "Sew and Sews" and the Fiji (Phi Gamma Delta) wives. She loved to plan her high school reunions. She was a volunteer at OMSI, Tuality Hospital, Meals on Wheels and the North Plains Garlic Festival. She was an active Mazama member. Donnie was president of the Dental Auxiliary and the founding owner of Create a Calendar. Donnie was the backbone of the Kunkel family. She was the family photo historian and even before computers, did genealogy research that stretched generations. Her ability to relate to each one of her children and grandchildren, and know what each of them needed both physically and emotionally was astute. Her happiness and joy in her marriage to Paul was an inspiration to everyone. We were all so blessed to have her in our lives. You will be missed, Donna Mae Lyons Kunkel. Here's a shout out to the Queen of the Casserole, the wielder of the wooden spoon, the list maker extraordinaire, the rock star mother and grandmother and the team player wife that taught and raised us all. We all won the winning bingo card with you. Donnie is survived by her five children, Kathy Kunkel Carrier (Courtland Carrier), Wendy Kunkel (David Audet), Thomas Kunkel (Terese O'Neal Kunkel), David Kunkel (Diane Kunkel) Joseph Kunkel (Genene Aberin); grandchildren, Lauren Carrier, Thomas Carrier, Benjamin Audet, Spencer Audet, Megan Kunkel Hallstone, Heidi Kunkel, Charles Kunkel, Daniel Baker, Emily Kunkel Waldron, Evan Kunkel, Thaddeus Kunkel, Halle Kunkel, Austin Barber, Aarik Narum, Audrey Narum; eight great-grandchildren; and extended family and friends. Because of current COVID-19 restrictions, the Kunkel family will hold a memorial service at a later date. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits source: http://obits.oregonlive.com/obituaries/oregon/obituary.aspx?n=donna-mae-lyons-kunkel&pid=196853759
George Paul Vaternick II May 19, 1938 - Sept. 18, 2020 With heavy hearts, the family of George Paul Vaternick II, 82, of Tigard, announce his passing Sept. 18, 2020. George was born in Pueblo, Colo., May 19, 1938. He graduated with his bachelor's degree in History and Psychology at Adams State College and his Master's in History and Psychology at the University of Oregon. He married the love of his life, Carolyn Ann Vaternick, Aug. 16, 1965. George had a long and rewarding career as a history professor at Portland Community College for over 50 years. He was able to travel alongside his wife to many countries, coming back with stories and inspiration for his children and granddaughters. George loved nothing more than to spend time with his family. Attending every sporting event, reading over every school essay, and assisting Carolyn in the kitchen as the best at-home sous chef you could ask for. He was always there when family or friends needed him, no matter what. He will be remembered for his love of Croatia, his hearty laugh, comforting singing voice, warm hands, and big heart. He was the best father, grandfather, and teacher. He was survived by his children, Paul (Donna), Jason and Melina (Ivan); and his grandchildren, Ceana, Marissa, Julieta, Lindsey, and Parissa. He was so strong and will be eternally missed. Funeral arrangements will be held at 3 p.m., Saturday, Sept. 26, 2020, at Finley-Sunset Hills in Portland. We love you, Volimo te djede. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits source: http://obits.oregonlive.com/obituaries/oregon/obituary.aspx?n=george-paul-vaternick-ii&pid=196835604
Scott Martin Niedermeyer Oct. 17, 1961 - Sept. 15, 2020 Scott "Scotty" Martin Niedermeyer, loving husband and father of four beautiful children, passed away Tuesday, Sept. 15, 2020, at the age of 58. He was born Oct. 17, 1961 in Portland and was the youngest of Linus James Niedermeyer Sr. and Beverly (Briles) Niedermeyer's five children. He lived his entire life in Portland, attending grade school at St. Mary's Cathedral Elementary School. He graduated from Jesuit High School in 1980 and earned a bachelor's degree from Portland State University where he studied history, geomorphology and photography. Scott took great pride in singing in the Jesuit High School and Portland State choirs, as he had an immense love for music. It was not uncommon for him to break out in song with friends and family. Scott was a born adventurer and gifted outdoorsman, as demonstrated by his summiting Mount Hood over a dozen times along with many other mountains in the Cascades. He hiked the Pacific Crest trail at age 12. He was just 10 years old when his mother heard a loud voice proudly calling "Hi!" from their 50 foot fir tree. The fire department was called to get him down. Scott had a great sense of humor and a keen sense of the absurd, loving the movie The Big Lebowski. He could mimic anyone and did so to the delight of his family. Scott was most happy in the mountains and near the water, particularly when he shared those adventures with wife Stacy, their children, extended family and friends. Whether it was skiing with his family, friends and cousins in Sun Valley, windsurfing at the Gorge, racing cars or ocean surfing in Cannon Beach, Scott lived his life fully, with speed and with an infectious youthful energy. He was the first to encourage others to get out and enjoy Oregon's natural beauty through a hike, bike, bonfire or beach volleyball game. It was not uncommon to hear his powerful voice telling us to "turn off the television and get outside." Hiking will be a seminal memory of time with Scott. A strenuous beautiful hike was always on the calendar, at times a solitary activity but more often with Stacy or one of his children. A love for speed and adrenaline was at Scott's core. Activities like helicopter skiing, mountain climbing, and car racing brought him energy and joy. Snow skiing was the sport enjoyed by the entire Niedermeyer family and was often shared with friends and extended family. Scott married his best friend Stacy (McKinnon) Niedermeyer July 31, 1993. As Scott tells the story, they met on the 6th grade ski bus, but Stacy may have a different recollection. They wed at Mount Hood, a place dear to their hearts. It has always been "family first" for Scott and Stacy, ensuring their children have every opportunity to reach their full potentials. Raising active, adventurous children with a love and understanding of the outdoors was a priority for Scott and Stacy. A Jesuit education was fundamental to Scott's upbringing and they ensured their children attended the same schools that shaped his early life. Scott was a loving and present father who regularly teared up with pride when talking about his kids. He worked tirelessly to provide for his family and graciously opened his homes to all. His children describe him as a passionate, genuine, larger than life father who was engaged not only in their lives but also in the lives of their friends and hundreds of his family members, sharing his love of adventure and making sure that everyone felt cared for. Years of volunteering at his alma maters kept him and Stacy close to their kids. Whether it was as a hot lunch dad, behind the microphone as the JV Football announcer at Jesuit or making his famous "Bushmeyer" burgers at Cathedral, Scott was always giving to others and Stacy was right by his side. Scott made a friend everywhere he went by sharing his knowledge of the Pacific Northwest and being curious about the people he met and the places he experienced. Scott was a force in the lives of many, with a loud, bold, voice and forgiving heart. His loyalty and friendship came without limits. If you were his friend, he had your back. There will forever be a void in thousands of lives as a result of Scott's passing and his voice, THE VOICE, will be forever engraved in our memories. As Scott departs on his next adventure, hiking his way to heaven, he no doubt packed a lunch and will arrive with an excellent story of the journey. He can find comfort in knowing that Stacy and their children are loved by so many. The Fourth of July will never be the same. New Year's will never be the same. Life will never be the same but "The Dude Abides," lives on through all of us. Scott is survived by the love of his life, Stacy McKinnon Neidermeyer; his children and greatest source of pride, Eleanor and fiance, Lorenzo Bissonnette, Lillian, McKinnon and Joseph; alongside father, Linus Niedermeyer Sr. and wife, Masa; siblings, Debra, Linda, Molly, and Linus Jr. Niedermeyer; as well as many nieces, nephews; a great-nephew and a great-niece. He was predeceased by his mother, Beverly. A private Mass for family and close friends will be held at 11 a.m., Sept. 23, 2020, at St. Mary's Cathedral in Portland. The Mass will be viewable via ZOOM for those interested please contact Lorenzo Bissonnette at [email protected]. Memorial donations may be made to his youngest son, Joseph's charity, Ncompass at www.worldncompass.org Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits source: http://obits.oregonlive.com/obituaries/oregon/obituary.aspx?n=scott-martin-niedermeyer&pid=196819824
Burton Wesley Gibson 'Wes' May 11, 1925 - Sept. 12, 2020 Wes, 95, passed away Saturday, Sept. 12, 2020 of complications due to Alzheimers and kidney failure. Born in Idaho Falls, Idaho to Mark Jennings Gibson and Mary Jane (Burton), Wes went through the Great Depression traveling around Idaho and going to five different high schools. At the age of 17 he signed up in WWII for the Army Air Corps and was assigned as a navigator. He flew a B-24 Liberator in the Pacific 19th Bomb Squadron until the end of the war. Wes then attended University of Idaho Moscow where he obtained a degree in Mechanical Engineering (later sitting for the Professional Engineering License). While he was at college Wes met the love of his life, Betty Jean Stevenson, his "Stevie." They were married March 26, 1948 and loved each other for 72 years. Wes worked his whole life in the paper products industry, traveling all over the world installing large paper machines. Wes and Betty raised their four kids; living in Kelso, Wash.; Beloit, Wis.; Venezuela; and Portland, Ore. They spent the last eight years at Beaverton Lodge, Ore. Wes was a meticulous handyman and everything in their house always worked. He also helped his children with roofing, plumbing, and many other house projects. He loved the outdoors and camped with his family across the country visiting many National Parks. He could be found chopping a cord of wood for the fireplace into his late 80s which kept him very fit. Wes challenged himself with crossword and jumble puzzles and loved solving Wheel of Fortune. He enjoyed flying and attended many airshows over the years. Wes loved music and musicals, especially The Jungle Book and sang every Friday night at the sing-a-long at Beaverton Lodge. Survived by his wife, Betty Jean; sister, Patsy Anderson; four children, Gail Gibson-Ranallo, Mark Gibson and his wife, Zita, Greg Gibson, Jan Gibson and her husband, Frank Lee; four grandchildren, Jason, Michiko, Paul, Sarah; one step-grandchild, Andrew; eight great-grandchildren; and many nieces, nephews and their families. A celebration of life will be planned for 2021. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits source: http://obits.oregonlive.com/obituaries/oregon/obituary.aspx?n=burton-wesley-gibson-wes&pid=196811761
My Final 5... Let's talk. Starting with Heaven... Heaven smiles. Heaven, you've had a really solid journey, and that's not a surprise. This week, we saw you shine. "Hallelujah." Heaven laughs. You're a performer, and you've really proven to us that... you're a solid Queen. You do it all, and you do it well. "I do." Heaven smiles. But... have you done enough? I ask this. You're a Jack of All Trades. A Drag Queen who can do it all. But have you coasted? "I... do not think." Heaven nods. "I've crafted my Drag for Many, Many Years. I've been in this business for a long time... and for good reason. Consistency is key.. I think I've done that." Fatima. Fatima waves. "Hello!" Fatima, you had a great performance. I really thought it was comedic, and... you did really well dancing, considering. "Woohoo!" Fatima smiles. You look great as well. "Oh, thank god. This shit is expensive!" Fatima laughs. But... Do you have the edge, the bite to be hosting this show? I see lots of positivity... but can you give the darkness as well? "I believe so. I think I do have the edge in my existence. I am a Gay Muslim Man in America. I am politically active, and I have thoughts, and I will express them. I've been clear about my distaste for a certain administration..." Fatima smirks. "So, I have no issues telling a Queen with a busted look she's not doing well." Fatima laughs. Gemini... "RuPaul.." Your performance was really well done. Dramatic, dance crazy, kooky, but... fun. And as always, you glitter on the stage. But where you really shine... is your looks. "Always. I'm dedicated." Gemini grins. I get excited by your looks. I think consistently, you give us the best of the best. And the growth from your own season... incredible. "Money does you well." Gemini winks. But... Do you have the ability to deal with the pressure of being the next host of this show? "I... do." Gemini nods. "Both seasons have been of incredible growth for myself, and I think this time around, I've shown I'm capable. I will bring flavour, I will bring diversity, I will be dedicated... and my art will get only better." Honey Soy Sickening... "Hail Soy." Honey smiles. Honey, you are just so much fun. Honey winks. Really fun, really entertaining, and your looks are point. "That's fantastic to hear." Honey smiles. But... Can you step it up... give us the skills a Classic Drag Queen has been doing for many years now... and lip sync your ass of? Honey stands tall, and smiles. "I came into this competition, knowing that on my season, that there was a skills gap. But this time around, I've prepared. I've practiced... and no matter what... tonight, I will give a show." Finally, Sophie... Sophie grins. I have no notes for this performance. It was fun, it was campy, it was sexy, it was entertaining, and I mean... you flew around the damn stage in silk. "I did." Sophie laughs. This look is perhaps your best you've done here. Like, truly gorgeous. You excite me so much, and I think you're a phenomenal Queen. "Thank you." But... you've been a consistently high performer. I ask this... What is your weakness? Where does your vulnerability lie? Sophie exhales. "I... came onto my first season a shell of who I was. I had the skills and abilities, but it didn't fly because I didn't really know who I was. I crafted, I worked on my drag. I think I've done well because I am consistent. I didn't come fully forged- but I entered All Stars at my best. I've played this game. I've gone for approaches I know that work. But I think more than anyone here- I've fixed where I fell. I still am not... the most ideal comedy Queen... but I've stepped it up. My weakness?" Sophie looks around. "My preconceptions of myself. And I've shown... I've worked at it, and I've elevated it." Thank you, Sophie. Whilst we deliberate... you may all untuck backstage. ~ "Well... I guess all of us should prepare to lip sync our asses off." Sophie unzips her dress... "GIRL." Honey gasps. "You're nude!" "I gotta get ready..." Sophie shrugs. Heaven sits back. "I feel ready for this, regardless?" "Not going to change?" Fatima turns to Heaven. "I feel... constantly ready. I did well this week and regardless of how it ends... I'm more than capable." Honey Soy looks at Heaven. "Weird flex, but okay." Honey Soy Sickening: "It's not over till the fat lady sings, and Heaven's all... 'I'm Satisfied' GIRL. DON'T JUST BE SATISFIED. Step it up.." Fatima and Gemini chat. "I really want an Oregon girl in the final 3.." Fatima looks at Gemini. "We both could do it." "I think the reality is, I feel... only one of us will prbably make it." Gemini smiles. "I would love to battle against you tonight. Make sure we are there." "I think... that's a good idea." Fatima nods. ... The Monarch's all prepare. "5 Mins, ladies!" "I want to ask something, for you... all." Fatima looks around. "I think tonight, if anyone else gets the choice... I'd like to go up against Gemini. Everyone npds. "Noted." Heaven shrugs. "Now... does anyone else have any requests?" "Anyone who goes up against me, please give up during the lip sync." Honey Soy smiles. ~ Welcome back, my Monarch's. I've made a decision. Sophie Srs, Condragulations, you are the winner of this weeks challenge. You've made it to the finale. Sophie falls to the ground in joy. Sophie Srs: "I... really did it. The only All Star left... I'm here." Sophie Srs, as the winner of the challenge, you get to choose the pairings. Presenting the lip sync choices for this year... All Stars 4's Fan Favourite, Alejandra! Alejandra appears in full Gaga Couture, wearing a Meat Dress. "I was SO excited to get to do this! Now, I had a choice... What did I want to see lip synced. And let's be honest... it couldn't be anyone but Gaga." Alejandra smiles. Sophie Srs... who is our first pair.... lip syncing to 'Alice' By Lady Gaga? "I'm going to go with a request. Our Two Portland Monarch's.." Sophie smiles. "Slay this." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYLZq390IHg Two Monarch's stand before me. Fatima al-Abass and Gemini Moon... Prior to tonight, you were asked to prepare a lip sync performance to 'Alice' by Lady Gaga The Time has come... for you to lip sync for your life. Good luck... and don't fuck it up. Fatima al-Abass: "I'm actually so excited for this lip sync. I'm delivering something i've never done before. This is ethereal, this is wild, this is a whole new side of Fatima. Get ready!" Gemini Moon: "Fatima is a sister. But... I've wanted one thing here, and that's to win." ~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbaSG5ZVJH8 Two Monarch's stand before me. Honey Soy Sickening and Heaven St Frostfur... Prior to tonight, you were asked to prepare a lip sync performance to 'Chromatica II and 911' By Kylie Minogue. The Time has come... for you to lip sync for your life. Good luck... and don't fuck it up. Heaven St Frostfur: "It all comes to this, hmm? Let's give them a show." Honey Soy Sickening: "This is a big moment. I'm lip syncing against Heaven St FUCKING FROSTFUR. But I'm ready. So ready. This is going to be a show. It's going to be fun. And it's going to be so Soy..." ~ Who wins? And who is our fan favourite and Ms Congeniality for this season? Spreadsheet
Antifa groups in Portland are trying to win hearts & minds through “charity.” Notice how even their food labeling has been modified to include propaganda. The goal is to brainwash. They raise a lot of money for this stuff through @CashApp & @venmo. #PortlandRiots
BLM activists occupied a @traderjoes in Seattle, claiming to be protesting "lack of access to grocery stores." I still remember how a few years ago, race activists got a Trader Joes project canceled in Portland claiming it was evidence of gentrification.
2020.09.14 22:43 jerrydberryLooking for new home for my bird.
I am looking for a person who will be a better owner than me. Why: my bird is very fearful and after 3 and a half months with me it is still very stressed and looks like it can't live a happy life in environment that I able to provide it with. I tried different ways to help bird adjust (from this sub, other online resources and also read a book). Looks like bird is just wild and very nervous. In addition to this there are two things that may help it but I cannot do: other tiels to live with (as bird does not accept humans), more calm and quiet environment (I have a railway nearby and bird is waken up during the nights by sounds of the trains). I just feel really bad seeing this little creature being afraid of me and everything else around. I am looking for a new owner who will be able to give the bird following: 1) some other tiels so that it does not feel lonely 2) a big cage/aviary because bird does not want to go out of cage. So at least there should be some space to move and ideally fly. 3) calm and quite area without noises from outside, at least during the night. 4) love and attention even if bird does not positively responds and does not give anything back. It is not cuddly, curious, fun, singing, etc. It is just very cute little feathered creature. Color mutation: pied Sex: I do not know, but I think it is a female. Age: I do not know. When I got it (start of June 2020) I was told it is less than a year old. It is molting now. Health: visually bird looks ok (except behavior), vet only found digestive system issue caused by pellets, which was already treated by some medicine mixed into drinking water for 30 days and change of diet. Raised: in aviary, not hand-fed. Location: US, Oregon, Portland area. If anybody is interested to get it now or after this smoky madness (caused by wildfires) ends, please respond in comments or directly. Feel free to ask more questions about the bird. I am a little lost in this situation and could have forgotten to describe something important. If you want to say that I am cruel, I am not, I tried to give that bird what I could but it is not enough. I just was unable to predict that birds can be that wild and that those trains will be such an issue. Also I know that I've put high expectations to new owner and environment, but I think it is required for bird like mine to be happy. Please share with somebody you know who may be interested. Thanks. Sorry for my writing. English is not my first language. Edit: image: https://freeimage.host/i/2C51YG
2020.09.11 21:52 tumalilaxSeptember Sings: Mozart Requiem in D minor
This coming Monday, September 14 at 7 pm, the Portland Symphonic Choir will be hosting a live streamed sing-along event that is free and open to all. We have invited Sharon Paul, the Chorus Master of the Eugene Symphony and Director of Choirs at University of Oregon, to to lead us singing Mozart's Requiem in D minor. It will be a great opportunity to learn about this incredible piece of repertoire, as well as a fun chance to sing along from the comfort and safety of home. Visit bit.ly/septembersingsmozart to view the live stream. We hope to see you there! Please email [email protected] with any questions.
2020.09.11 21:51 tumalilaxSeptember Sings: Mozart's Requiem in D minor
This coming Monday, September 14 at 7 pm, the Portland Symphonic Choir will be hosting a live streamed sing-along event that is free and open to all. We have invited Sharon Paul, the Chorus Master of the Eugene Symphony and Director of Choirs at University of Oregon, to to lead us singing Mozart's Requiem in D minor. It will be a great opportunity to learn about this incredible piece of repertoire, as well as a fun chance to sing along from the comfort and safety of home. Visit bit.ly/septembersingsmozart to view the live stream. We hope to see you there! Please email [email protected] with any questions.
2020.08.30 15:13 techwabbitTime for the DOJ/Marshalls to go after the Antifa? Yes, it is. Trump supporter who participated in the Portland caravan rally, shot & killed in downtown Portland. Antifa/BLM extremists physically blocked them on the road & threw projectiles. After man's death was known, antifa celebrated & danced
The New York Times reported Saturday night that the victim of a deadly shooting in downtown Portland, Oregon, earlier that evening was wearing a hat associated with “Patriot Prayer,” a right-wing group. According to journalist Andy Ngô, far-left commenters on social media had initially claimed that the victim was black and that the shooter had been a “fascist.” Though the identity and affiliation of the shooter remain unknown, the victim appears to be a white male.
Businesses are shifting operations from downtown Portland or scuttling plans to open stores because of rioting that’s kept going virtually every night since May 28. Portions of the city are boarded up. Tens of millions of dollars of damage or lost business was caused by the unrest by early July. Rioters often gather around 9 p.m. and don’t disperse until early the next morning.
So where's portland going to get their money, once business' and sane property owners leave and/or sell out? Wheeler thinks he can then declare a "National Emergency?" and receive Federal Funds PFFTTT.. This is exactly why these cities are doing/allowing it. Blame Trump for the Rioting, then blame him when they don't get funding and people starve.
Beverly Marie McGilchrist Simmons July 21, 1925 - August 19, 2020 Beverly Marie Simmons passed away peacefully on Aug. 19, 2020, in Portland, Oregon at the age of 95 from heart disease. Beverly began her life in Salem, Ore., July 21, 1925 to Gordon and Marie (Bollinger) McGilchrist. She lived on McGilchrist Street with her parents and three older brothers, Gordon, Elton, and Stuart. Her Scottish grandparents lived next door and Beverly would have tea and scones with them every day after school. In 1943 she graduated from Salem High School and was regularly featured in the Salem newspaper for her many social activities. Her future husband, Bland Frank Simmons, moved to Salem in January, 1940. They met on a blind date their sophomore year of high school where they went ice skating, and as Bev often reminisced, Bland had to hold her up all night because of her weak ankles. It was a match made in heaven. While in college she was a member Pi Beta Phi sorority where her room was the place to be for fun. She developed friendships which would be cherished over the course of her life time. On June 8, 1947 Beverly graduated from Oregon State College with a Bachelor of Science degree majoring in Secretarial Science. After Bland completed his service during the war, on Sept. 2, 1947 they married and began 72 happy years together. Bev loved people and conversation and was a gracious loving wife, mother and friend. She enjoyed singing and playing the piano. Because she loved cooking and entertaining, at the age of 80 she printed a cookbook titled "Bev's Family Favorites." Playing cards with family and friends was one of the joys of her life. For many years she and Bland hosted an annual card tournament where they played Pitch at their home, starting with a three course dinner she had been preparing over several days. Bev played bridge once or twice a week into her later years. Beverly was also a member of PEO, and Broadmoor Women's Club where she helped compile two cookbooks, with proceeds going to philanthropic projects. She also volunteered at Albertina Restaurant, which funds Albertina Kerr Centers for Children. Beverly is survived by her husband, Bland Simmons; her four children, Susan (Steven deceased) Neal, Steve (Anne) Simmons, Scott (Judy) Simmons, and Karen (Ron) Stark; her seven grandchildren, Erin (Steve) Cottingham, Shannon (Beau) Brinckerhoff, Meghan (Pam Murphy) Simmons, Lindsay (Kyle) Beveridge, Geoffrey (Megan) Simmons, Shane (Sarah) Simmons, Craig Simmons, and six great-grandchildren, Savannah, Camelia and Deacon Simmons, Flynn Simmons, William and Sydney Cottingham, Madeline Beveridge; and many nieces and nephews. A private family service will be held at Finley Sunset Hills Mortuary. In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to Village Ministries International at: www.villageministries.org Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits source: http://obits.oregonlive.com/obituaries/oregon/obituary.aspx?n=beverly-marie-mcgilchrist-simmons&pid=196712594
Robert Alan 'Bob' McFarlane July 11, 1932 - July 17, 2020 Robert Alan McFarlane "Bob" died from pneumonia in Walla Walla, Wash. He was born in Sacramento, Calif., to Rev. Robert Thomas and Ida Mary McFarlane and was the second of four children, Don, Marilyn and Marian. His father was a Presbyterian minister and Bob lived in Portland, Seattle, Hitchcock, Texas, Everett, and Bellingham. Bob's childhood was adventuresome: he watched free black and white films of Greek tragedies with his mom at the Seattle Art Museum; drove with the family to Fort Hood, Texas during WWII; hitchhiked at age 12 from Everett to Seattle to buy fishing gear; and worked as a teen on his uncle's farm in Alberta, Canada. He graduated from Bellingham High in 1948. Bob joined the U.S. Marine Corps during the Korean War in 1951 where he served as a Chaplain's Assistant working with Korean orphans. After the war he attended Lewis & Clark College in Portland where he met and married Betty Hall. He graduated with a degree in biology, attended medical school at the University of Oregon Health Sciences Center and completed residencies in Detroit, Mich. Along the way Bob and Betty had four children: Ann, Paul, Sarah and James. After finishing surgical training, the McFarlane family moved to Iran from 1967-70 where Bob and Betty volunteered as medical missionaries; Bob was chief of surgery at the Presbyterian Hospital in Tabriz. They learned Farsi, became a part of the community and made life-long friendships. Living overseas transformed the McFarlane family and helped develop an even stronger sense of social justice and political activism for Bob and Betty. Returning to the U.S., Bob worked as a thoracic surgeon with Kaiser Permanente, which he chose because it was the closest to universal health care in the U.S. He strongly believed in access to quality health care for all people. Bob was respected by his peers and beloved by his patients. Bob served the medical and surgical communities in many capacities, including stints as Chief of Surgery, Director of Medical Education and Director of Residency. He retired in 2000. Bob was a committed activist and leader in the peace and justice community. He was deeply involved with Physicians for Social Responsibility, the Fellowship of Reconciliation, the Nuclear Freeze movement, and a member of the Hanford Advisory Board, to name a few. It was hard to go anywhere in the N.W. without running into someone who knew Bob: serving the community was a part of who he was. Bob loved music. He played the trombone in his youth, helped fund medical school by singing in the barbershop quartet "Forceps Four," and learned to play the banjo later in life. Bob and Betty were involved in the folk community and hosted many song circles and house concerts, and also attended music camp at Puget Sound Guitar Workshop. Bob wrote poetry, had a poetry group and attended annual poetry workshops at Centrum. Bob was smart, personable and warm, and always had a joke or pun on the tip of his tongue. He knew an amazing amount of factoids and loved maps and geography. He enjoyed road trips, sailing trips with his buddies, climbing, hiking and camping; the family spent countless trips, rain or shine, hiking in the mountains or camping in a soggy tent at the beach. He was an involved dad who brought great humor and comfort to his family. Returning from trips he always brought an "ogo-pogo" (small surprise gift) for every family member. Bob was a father figure to countless friends of his children. Bob always planned to return to volunteer international service work after retirement but his plans changed with Betty's Alzheimer's diagnosis. After moving from their long time home on Winter Lane, Bob became an active participant in the Terwilliger Plaza community in Portland, where he lovingly cared for Betty for eight more years, until she passed in 2009. In 2010, he began a new chapter of his life and married Victoria Krisch. He enjoyed time with Victoria and her son Tristan, living in Beaverton and Walla Walla, reading, picking blueberries and tending to their chickens and lovely gardens. Bob is survived by his wife, Victoria; his four children, Ann, Paul (Cheri), Sarah (Jonathan), and James (Julie); Victoria's son, Tristan; seven grandchildren; 13 nieces and nephews; and his sister, Marilyn (John). To commemorate Bob's life, we suggest donations to Oregon Fellowship of Reconciliation, Oregon Physicians for Social Responsibility, BLM or any group promoting social justice, or share a favorite pun with those you love. An online memorial will be at 7 p.m. PST, Oct. 7, 2020. For details please check: https://www.mykeeper.com/event/robert-a-mcfarlane-on-line-memorial-service/ Thanks, Bob/Dad…"We're all together again we're here!" Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits source: http://obits.oregonlive.com/obituaries/oregon/obituary.aspx?n=robert-alan-mcfarlane-bob&pid=196712193
2020.08.25 01:05 VictorySpeaksBingo v Bingo v Bingo: Published 2020 Edition
So since my main source of entertainment is reading, and add on the whole stay-home, pandemic thing, I am doing three Bingo sheets. I'm a glutton for punishment and reading challenges. In this series, I will review a square once I have completed a book for a single square in all three of my sheets. My "main bingo" is hard mode, second is easy/whatever, and my third is "published in 2020". In this case, all three books are Young Adult fantasy and are written by women of color. Woven in Moonlight by Isabel Ibañez Hard Mode Other Bingo Squares: Magical Pet, Politics 4/5 Stars
Ximena is the decoy Condesa, a stand-in for the last remaining Illustrian royal. Her people lost everything when the usurper, Atoc, used an ancient relic to summon ghosts and drive the Illustrians from La Ciudad. Now Ximena’s motivated by her insatiable thirst for revenge, and her rare ability to spin thread from moonlight. When Atoc demands the real Condesa’s hand in marriage, it’s Ximena’s duty to go in her stead. She relishes the chance, as Illustrian spies have reported that Atoc’s no longer carrying his deadly relic. If Ximena can find it, she can return the true aristócrata to their rightful place. She hunts for the relic, using her weaving ability to hide messages in tapestries for the resistance. But when a masked vigilante, a warm-hearted princess, and a thoughtful healer challenge Ximena, her mission becomes more complicated. There could be a way to overthrow the usurper without starting another war, but only if Ximena turns her back on revenge—and her Condesa.
This was a delightful book with lush magic (woven animals!) and a classic plot with a relatively original twist. We have a set up we are all familiar with: Princess (well, her decoy), has been usurped by a cruel king, her people forced to leave their kingdom, and they are now trying to take it back. But! As the story progresses, Ximena realizes that her people were never really the good guys and the situation is a lot more complicated. Along with her next allies, she dethrones the usurper as well as her closest friend. I really appreciated how complicated the world was, especially for a YA book. Plus, in regards to the masked vigilante, their identity was much harder to guess than I was expecting. This story also takes from real-life Bolivian politics which is not something I see as often. Cons: the world wasn't very well defined for me, which is a common issue in YA fantasy. I really liked some characters, but wish we had seen them more in depth. A Song Below Water by Bethany C. Morrow Other Bingo Squares: Feminist (hard), Canadian author 4/5 Stars
Tavia is already at odds with the world, forced to keep her siren identity under wraps in a society that wants to keep her kind under lock and key. Never mind she's also stuck in Portland, Oregon, a city with only a handful of black folk and even fewer of those with magical powers. At least she has her bestie Effie by her side as they tackle high school drama, family secrets, and unrequited crushes. But everything changes in the aftermath of a siren murder trial that rocks the nation; the girls’ favorite Internet fashion icon reveals she's also a siren, and the news rips through their community. Tensions escalate when Effie starts being haunted by demons from her past, and Tavia accidentally lets out her magical voice during a police stop. No secret seems safe anymore—soon Portland won’t be either.
I am not usually a fan of 'urban fantasy'. I tend to dislike how the fantasy world is hidden or how the fantasy is incorporated into the real world. But this is one of my few exceptions. Tavia is a siren and sirens are pretty universally hated. But she keeps her identity a secret and sings when she can and watches her favorite YouTuber (sidenote: I love when books incorporate social media realistically. She's always watching this beauty-guru YouTuber, just like I am always on reddit). Her best friend isn't a magical creature, but is dealing with her own struggles regarding a traumatic event. This book delves into racism and sexism, nicely highlighting current events (an innocent black woman (and siren) is killed, there's a protest, that death affects the lives of the other black women in the world). I loved the types of magical creatures. No werewolves or vampires, but sirens and gargoyles and a creature that I tragically can't recall the name of and since I listened to it I can't go back and check. The last one is a creature from some African folklore, one that I had never heard of before, which was really interesting. Morrow did a sort of "ideal minority" with this creature as their powers were seen as "good". I also really liked how it was obvious that Effie is also a magical creature but you are never fully sure what she is. I guessed gorgon pretty early, but it made more sense that she was a mermaid. Then there were times that neither seemed right. Cons: This is a slow build. You spent a lot more time in the heads of Tavia and Effie, with them dealing with their trauma, then you do in the "plot". For me, that works really well. Others really don't like it. The Mermaid, The Witch, and the Sea by Maggie Tokuda-Hall Hard Mode Other Bingo Squares: Exploration, Romance 3.5/5
A desperate orphan turned pirate and a rebellious imperial daughter find a connection on the high seas in a world divided by colonialism and threaded with magic. Aboard the pirate ship Dove, Flora the girl takes on the identity of Florian the man to earn the respect and protection of the crew. For Flora, former starving urchin, the brutal life of a pirate is about survival: don’t trust, don’t stick out, and don’t feel. But on this voyage, as the pirates prepare to sell their unsuspecting passengers into slavery, Flora is drawn to the Lady Evelyn Hasegawa, who is en route to a dreaded arranged marriage with her own casket in tow. Flora doesn’t expect to be taken under Evelyn’s wing, and Evelyn doesn’t expect to find such a deep bond with the pirate Florian. Soon the unlikely pair set in motion a wild escape that will free a captured mermaid (coveted for her blood, which causes men to have visions and lose memories) and involve the mysterious Pirate Supreme, an opportunistic witch, and the all-encompassing Sea itself.
There was a lot going on that I liked in this, and a bit that I didn't like. It's really hard to write a review for this one? Flora, or Florian, is a genderfluid pirate who is essentially forced to work on a slave ship (despite being the darkest skinned person there....). As Florian, he meets Evelyn, who is on her way to marry a rich older man. This book has magic and adventure and pirates and mermaids, all things I love. The writing was alright, nothing to write home about. The plot is what gives it a higher score for me. It was so much fun, even if it wasn't very complex. Cons: As I mentioned, Flora and her brother are black and they work on a slave ship. While it is obvious that they don't really want to and they only do this to not starve to death, not a great message. I also did not like the insta-love between Florian and Evelyn, even if I do think they are really cute together. The whole middle section also left a lot to be desired as they were separated and we got a lot of boring "ok this is how you do the magic", which is not my cup of tea. All in all, I do recommend all three of these books if you want a good YA fantasy. For complex politics, Woven in Moonlight is for you. For anti-racist fantasy, try A Song Below Water and for an adventure and some queer romance, you will enjoy The Mermaid, the Witch, and the Sea.
Lawrence J. Blus Dec. 23, 1933 - July 2, 2020 Lawrence "Larry" John Blus of Portland passed away Thursday, July 2, 2020 in Portland. He was 86. Larry was born Dec. 23, 1933 in Tilden, Ill., to Frank Blus and Anna Lentkis Blus, Larry was one of eight children: Anne (Pete) Novack; Mary (Louis) Luketich; Frank, Jr. (Willa) Blus; Joe (Jane) Blus; Bill (Dorothy) Blus; Ray (Betty) Blus; Barbara Jean (Mervil) Franklin. Larry was preceded in death by his parents; and all siblings and their spouses except for his sister, Barbara Jean Franklin of Fairview Heights, Ill. Nieces and nephews (deceased): Gloria Jean Novack, Jamie Luketich Jr., Andrew Blus, and Lucille Luketich. Surviving nieces and nephews: Cindy (Steve) Meyer, Debi Jo (Roger) Urbani, Joyce (Kenny) Clare, Jill (Jim) Webb, Joni Blus, Paul (Ann) Luketich, Louie Luketich, Dr. James (Christine) Luketich, Dennis (Julia)Franklin, Evelyn Franklin, and many great and great-great nieces and nephews survive Larry. Larry is survived by his wife; three children; and three grandchildren. Larry married Donna Darlene (Weil) Blus, April 25, 1964 in North Platte, Neb. The couple celebrated their 50th anniversary in 2014 by renewing their vows. They were married 56 years. Larry and Donna have three children: Denise (Kevin) Cossa Tigard, Ore.; Emily (Kenneth) Tantare Portland; and Daniel Blus Salem, Ore. Larry is survived by grandchildren: Sarah Tantare Seattle, Wash.; Julia Tantare Portland; and Caitlin Cossa Tigard, Ore. Larry attended Tilden Illinois Elementary and graduated from Marissa Illinois Township High School, Class of 1951. He served in the U.S. Army from 1953-1955, earning the rank of corporal. He moved on to college, receiving a Bachelor of Science degree from Southern Illinois University, Carbondale, Ill., in 1959; followed by a Master's degree in 1963. Larry joined the Army during the Korean War and used the GI bill to enroll at Southern Illinois University where he became the first person in the Blus family to get a college education. Immediately after he obtained his bachelor's degree, he studied and got his master's degree. He used these degrees in Zoology and Botany to study birds, working for the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service as a leading biologist researching how DDE and DDT affected the eggshells of brown pelicans. He was published in countless books and papers and testified before Congress against the use of certain toxic pesticides that eventually contributed to restrictions on the use of DDT. He published nearly 100 papers in scientific journals and chapters in scientific books. Larry began his professional work experience as a research biologist for the Nebraska Fish & Game Commission 1963-1966. He worked as a wildlife research biologist 31 years for U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service from 1966-1997. Larry was part of a large number of civic and religious organizations. Toastmasters 1975-1977; Branch President Thrivent Financial 1988-1998; Western Hills Kiwanis 1998-2004; Board of Directors OSU Music Association 1998-2004; Benton County Democratic Party, Precinct Committee Vice Chair 1999-2001; Holy Trinity Lutheran Church, Laurel, MD 1966-1977; Grace Lutheran Church, Corvallis, Ore., 1977-2004; St. Matthew Lutheran Church, Portland 2004-2020. He worked as a volunteer for Meals on Wheels, Corvallis 1998-2004; Raleigh Hills K-8 School, Portland 2005-2010; Alberta Rider Elementary School, Tigard, Ore., 2011-2012; Habitat for Humanity; and OSU Crossroads 1984-2004. He was an avid philanthropist contributing to many organizations. His favorite hobbies were spending time with family, watching birds, reading, playing games, singing, attending church, listening to his wife sing in the church choir, watching his children and grandchildren play sports and perform. Larry never let a person pass without reaching out for a handshake or hand hold. He was welcomed into Heaven, with angels singing, "Well done." A memorial service will be held at a date to be determined. His remains are interred at Oak Lawn Memorial Park, Corvallis, Ore. In lieu of flowers, please consider a gift of remembrance of Larry to the National Wildlife Federation, the Macular Degeneration Association, Sarasota, Fla., or St. Matthew Lutheran Church, Beaverton, Ore. Read the full obituary and sign the guestbook at: www.mchenryfuneralhome.com Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits source: http://obits.oregonlive.com/obituaries/oregon/obituary.aspx?n=lawrence-j-blus&pid=196662597
Lawrence J. Blus Dec. 13, 1933 - July 2, 2020 Lawrence "Larry" John Blus of Portland passed away Thursday, July 2, 2020 in Portland. He was 86. Larry was born Dec. 23, 1933 in Tilden, Ill., to Frank Blus and Anna Lentkis Blus, Larry was one of eight children: Anne (Pete) Novack; Mary (Louis) Luketich; Frank, Jr. (Willa) Blus; Joe (Jane) Blus; Bill (Dorothy) Blus; Ray (Betty) Blus; Barbara Jean (Mervil) Franklin. Larry was preceded in death by his parents; and all siblings and their spouses except for his sister, Barbara Jean Franklin of Fairview Heights, Ill. Nieces and nephews (deceased): Gloria Jean Novack, Jamie Luketich Jr., Andrew Blus, and Lucille Luketich. Surviving nieces and nephews: Cindy (Steve) Meyer, Debi Jo (Roger) Urbani, Joyce (Kenny) Clare, Jill (Jim) Webb, Joni Blus, Paul (Ann) Luketich, Louie Luketich, Dr. James (Christine) Luketich, Dennis (Julia)Franklin, Evelyn Franklin, and many great and great-great nieces and nephews survive Larry. Larry is survived by his wife; three children; and three grandchildren. Larry married Donna Darlene (Weil) Blus, April 25, 1964 in North Platte, Neb. The couple celebrated their 50th anniversary in 2014 by renewing their vows. They were married 56 years. Larry and Donna have three children: Denise (Kevin) Cossa Tigard, Ore.; Emily (Kenneth) Tantare Portland; and Daniel Blus Salem, Ore. Larry is survived by grandchildren: Sarah Tantare Seattle, Wash.; Julia Tantare Portland; and Caitlin Cossa Tigard, Ore. Larry attended Tilden Illinois Elementary and graduated from Marissa Illinois Township High School, Class of 1951. He served in the U.S. Army from 1953-1955, earning the rank of corporal. He moved on to college, receiving a Bachelor of Science degree from Southern Illinois University, Carbondale, Ill., in 1959; followed by a Master's degree in 1963. Larry joined the Army during the Korean War and used the GI bill to enroll at Southern Illinois University where he became the first person in the Blus family to get a college education. Immediately after he obtained his bachelor's degree, he studied and got his master's degree. He used these degrees in Zoology and Botany to study birds, working for the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service as a leading biologist researching how DDE and DDT affected the eggshells of brown pelicans. He was published in countless books and papers and testified before Congress against the use of certain toxic pesticides that eventually contributed to restrictions on the use of DDT. He published nearly 100 papers in scientific journals and chapters in scientific books. Larry began his professional work experience as a research biologist for the Nebraska Fish & Game Commission 1963-1966. He worked as a wildlife research biologist 31 years for U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service from 1966-1997. Larry was part of a large number of civic and religious organizations. Toastmasters 1975-1977; Branch President Thrivent Financial 1988-1998; Western Hills Kiwanis 1998-2004; Board of Directors OSU Music Association 1998-2004; Benton County Democratic Party, Precinct Committee Vice Chair 1999-2001; Holy Trinity Lutheran Church, Laurel, MD 1966-1977; Grace Lutheran Church, Corvallis, Ore., 1977-2004; St. Matthew Lutheran Church, Portland 2004-2020. He worked as a volunteer for Meals on Wheels, Corvallis 1998-2004; Raleigh Hills K-8 School, Portland 2005-2010; Alberta Rider Elementary School, Tigard, Ore., 2011-2012; Habitat for Humanity; and OSU Crossroads 1984-2004. He was an avid philanthropist contributing to many organizations. His favorite hobbies were spending time with family, watching birds, reading, playing games, singing, attending church, listening to his wife sing in the church choir, watching his children and grandchildren play sports and perform. Larry never let a person pass without reaching out for a handshake or hand hold. He was welcomed into Heaven, with angels singing, "Well done." A memorial service will be held at a date to be determined. His remains are interred at Oak Lawn Memorial Park, Corvallis, Ore. In lieu of flowers, please consider a gift of remembrance of Larry to the National Wildlife Federation, the Macular Degeneration Association, Sarasota, Fla., or St. Matthew Lutheran Church, Beaverton, Ore. Read the full obituary and sign the guestbook at: www.mchenryfuneralhome.com Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits source: http://obits.oregonlive.com/obituaries/oregon/obituary.aspx?n=lawrence-j-blus&pid=196662597
Ruth Diane Cullen Aug. 20, 1932 - Aug. 9, 2020 Ruth Diane Cullen was born in Medford, Ore., Aug. 20, 1932 to Robert and Myrtle Newland. She lived most of her youth in Bend, Ore., where she attended Bend high school. She died Aug. 9, 2020, 11 days shy of her 88th birthday, at her home in Beaverton, with family at her side. Diane (her preferred name) was a force of nature and everyone who knew her loved her. She was loving, generous, enthusiastic about life, and will be sorely missed by all who knew her. She was an animal lover, who reminded everyone about "living in the present moment." Diane was an avid bridge player for 50 years and earned the distinction of becoming an Emerald Life Master during her years playing the game. Her bridge community was her second family. She was an avid sports enthusiast and attended her children's sporting events while they were growing up. She was their biggest (and loudest) fan! Diane was involved for years with the Portland Rose Chapter of the American Business Women's Association (ABWA) and spent countless hours raising funds and procuring items for their annual auction. She achieved her goal of raising one million dollars for scholarships for young women and men. Diane is survived by her three children, Robert Hawes, Jr. (Ardie), Brenda Hawes and Liana Hawes; seven grandchildren, Amy Murphy (Chris), Taryn DiNucci (Rion), Marenda Chamberlin (Heidi), Zachary Chamberlin (Thylda), Kaylee Rice, Brad Myers (Lecia), Brian Myers (Joann); and nine great-grandchildren. Diane was preceded in death by first husband, Robert Hawes, Sr.; second husband and soulmate, Paul Cullen; and youngest daughter, Lisa Hawes. Due to COVID-19, a memorial service for Diane is being postponed until such time as it is safe to have a celebration to honor her life. Rest in peace in God's loving embrace beautiful woman! May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! You can honor Diane's life by living your life with passion, an open heart and deep compassion for ALL beings. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits source: http://obits.oregonlive.com/obituaries/oregon/obituary.aspx?n=ruth-diane-cullen&pid=196658839
Hello! Welcome or welcome back to Capy's Survivor! This season we are headed to the coastal Cook Islands! We are once again playing the game of outwitting, outplaying, and outlasting your fellow castaways, whether that be by flirtatious behavior, backstabbing your opponents, or making plenty of allies. This is Capy's Survivor: Cook Islands! (This season is the first season since Borneo where I only simulated it once instead of 2 or 3 times, just as an experiment) MEET THE CASTAWAYS:Aitutaki Tribe (Hispanic-American):
Quiz Tinerra, 35, NASCAR Driver
A true daredevil, Quiz has always had a need for speed and a competitive nature like no other, despite being very intelligent and basically setting himself up for a successful job using his brain, he decided to get into racecar driving and has managed to establish himself as one of the best and notorious in the league. (made by u/asiansurvivorfan)
Miguel Valdez, 26, Stay-At-Home Dad/Bartender
A teen father, Miguel's never had it easy. Knocking up his high school sweetheart but deciding the keep the baby, having the love of his life pass away at a young age, having to work part time jobs to financially support himself and his baby. But now, as his son - Tyler - is 8 years old, it seems.. worth it. Miguel is very content with his life. Is his life amazing? No. But is he happy with them? Yes. With the support of his parents, Miguel is trying to give his son the best life he can. And now, Miguel's decided to go on SURVIVOR and hopefully set a good example for his son and win the money for them. (made by u/TDSwaggyBoy)
Amanda Lopez, 25, Pro Tennis Player
Growing up Amanda resented the sport of tennis, but it was always her grandma’s favorite sport. She was forced to take tennis lessons from a young age, but she never took them seriously. One day when she was 12 she found out her grandmother had passed away, and Amanda decided to become a professional tennis player for her grandma. She completely ignores studying, and only focused on improving her tennis skills which she did. She now regrets not studying but is happy that she got to accomplish her goal of becoming a professional tennis player. (made by u/Pray_The_Gay_To_Come)
Suarez "Cole" Dias Coleman, 21, Singer
Coming from a family of artists, Cole found himself completely immersed in music and theater from an early age. Today he wants to launch himself as a singer, singing songs full of passion and commitment. He lives in ORB with his girlfriend after leaving his parents in Guadalajara. He has a good life, but with bad times due to the struggle to live a good life in the United States. He regrets having crossed the border illegally, which put him in jail. After staying for a short time, he obtained his documentation and now lives legally. (made by u/zohnster)
Corin Vasquez, 22, Unemployed
Corin is a new graduate and still deciding what she wants to do with her life. She comes from a family that is well off so she isn't in a huge rush to determine what it is that she will do with her life. She feels the best use of her time is to do things that are fun and enjoy life. She feels that Survivor is a good test of her skills and limits and that she has what it takes to go the distance. (made by u/docdoc5)
Manihiki Tribe (African-American):
Derrick Lumbrin, 45, Uber Driver
Derrick may be an Uber Driver, but he's never really had any care for traffic laws. That's the kind of guy he is. He's reckless, carefree, and a risk-taker, especially due to being involved with gangs as a kid, funnily enough, as a getaway driver. (made by u/swoldow)
Carlyle Clyburn, 28, Chef
Carlyle is a middle child of his family and he, along with his siblings, looked after their widowed mother. They always took care of her, especially him because he always puts others first over himself. He's looking forward to competing on Survivor so he can provide for his family. (made by u/SilverOwl24)
Yara "Black Barbie" Dietrez, 23, Social Media Influencer
Yara grew up with little money and many siblings, as one of 7 she had to fight her way for attention from her parents her entire life. On her 7th birthday, she begged her mum for a barbie doll. After months of begging, her mum gave in and took her to the shop to buy a barbie doll, Yara looked everywhere for a barbie doll that looked like her, she never found one. As she grew up, she realized that she could do and be whoever she wanted, so she decided to become the Black Barbie herself. Through the art of plastic surgery, she had hundreds of surgeries to become the perfect version of herself. (made by u/DRBigBrother)
Taylor Morgan, 44, Confectioner
Working as a confectioner for a long time, Taylor's had a pretty good life. She's got a lovely family - three young kids and a husband of 15 years. The two met at a bar when they were young and immediately hit it off. Taylor's life had nothing major happen in them. No one important to her has died, she hasn't had any major changes - she's just been living a pretty average life. Living in the suburbs with her family and enjoying their time together. But Taylor's very very big personality is what got the producers interested in her. While she doesn't have a good story, she's definitely going to be a fun character on the season. So come on, SURVIVOR. She's gonna give it everything she's got. (made by u/TDSwaggyBoy)
Natasha "Tasha" Burnett, 30, Nurse
Tasha is a registered nurse who works in the emergency room. She has been a long time fan of the show and feels that her experiences lend themselves to the style of the game and will take her to the end. (made by u/docdoc5)
Puka Puka Tribe (Asian-American):
Bao Ngo, 26, Lawyer
Bao grew up in Vietnam but emigrated to the United States when he was 9. He didn’t know the English language very well and was quite often bullied by his classmates. Bao eventually graduated high school as the valedictorian and went on to study law at Harvard University. He graduated law school and now has a wife and a little girl on the way. Bao is hoping to win the money to give back to his parents and provide a great future for his family. (made by u/Pray_The_Gay_To_Come)
Kiona "Kio" Patraka, 37, Pageant Dad
At a young age, Kio was shipped to America, due to his parent’s getting caught in the crossfires of war. When in America, Kio was adopted by a rich couple who treated him like a slave. At the age of 15, he found his husband Marvin, who was 16 at the time. They became close friends, which Kio’s adoptive parents did not approve of. They threw him out at the age of 17 and gave him nothing. Now with only his at the time boyfriend to comfort him, Kio decided to propose to Marvin at the age of 19. With a simple wedding, Kio was finally happy. Moving into a small apartment with Marvin, Kio struck gold when he won the lottery that included 300 million dollars. Conflicted about this much money, Kio decided to adopt a child, whose name is Gloria. With this family of 3, Kio decided to buy a quaint home in the suburbs of Portland Oregon. There, Kio always gave Gloria what she wanted, fearing what happened to him would happen to Gloria. At the age of 5, Gloria asked to join the pageant community. Kio accepted, due to having a surplus of money left over. Now at the age of 16, Kio’s daughter is tired of the pageant life, despite Kio putting in millions to make his daughter successful. Kio obliges to whatever his daughter asks, including changing his hair color in order to make his daughter happy pageanting. This has made Gloria spoiled, and is starting to severely dent Kio’s bank account. Now desperate for money, due to not having a job, Kio needs to win this show to help with his life. (made by u/Ripecornball60)
Huang Ren, 32, Actuary
A slightly robotic guy, Huang has worked hard to achieve the things he did in his life. Coming from a family of immigrants, Huang never had much. Everything he currently has, he has earned and is very proud of the said achievement. The oldest of five kids, Huang is used to being part of a team. Being an actuary, he knows when to take calculated risks and he's used to weighing the risks and rewards. All of those traits he sees as a massive asset and hopes this will translate well to SURVIVOR. Huang is married and has been for the past 3 years. He and his husband have recently adopted a beautiful girl, Kaylie. If Huang wins the money, you best believe he'll take his husband and daughter on a trip. (made by u/TDSwaggyBoy)
Linda Chang, 20, Bartender
A young party girl, Linda is a dancer at night, a secret she keeps from her family. That is why he always says that he is only a bartender at a beach bar. Kind and loved by her friends, she wants to grow in life so she dedicates herself to the maximum in her activities. Her dream is to dance in theaters for many people to watch. (made by u/zohnster)
Amanda "Mandy" Chang, 32, Stunt Double
Mandy is a trained stunt double with a desire to be the leading lady. She doesn't have the personality to sell a script and has settled for being in scenes only acting as someone else. She has always been a quiet girl and feels that she has been getting in her own way to achieve what she really wants. Winning Survivor could give her the platform as well as push her out of her shell and prove to herself that she can do whatever she puts her mind to. (made by u/docdoc5)
Rarotonga Tribe (Caucasian):
Layla Worthington, 26, Event Coordinator
As soon as Layla graduated high school she moved to NYC for college and has been living there ever since. Her outgoing nature has allowed her to develop a large social circle and when she’s not working to plan fabulous events she is out partying. Her sense of humor is often at the expense of others and she isn’t afraid to throw someone under the bus or gossip behind their back. (made by u/wordonthestreet2)
Wato Macho, 69, Underwear Model
Wato Macho is not a face you see and live to tell the tale! The Macho brothers are renowned all across America as being delusionally pretty, and performing acts that other people their age would never live to tell the tale! This includes Dabbing, Tik Toking, and playing Fortnite! Wato has a degree in love and is ready to find “Young love” On the island since Love Island declined his multiple applications. (made by u/Ripecornball60)
Kelsey Harris, 28, Bartender
Kelsey grew up in a wealthy and strict family, her parents wanted her to become a lawyer or doctor and to uphold her family’s reputation, but she always knew she was a rebel, so, against her family’s wishes, she moved away, got tattoos, and worked as a bartender. She wants to prove to her family that she can pave her own path in life and winning Survivor can prove that. (made by u/asiansurvivorfan)
Scott Franklin, 24, Debt Collector
Scott may be young, but he's already accomplished a lot. What he's most proud of is being a state Chess champion and qualified in the top 4 chess players in the nation. He might be a virgin and looking for love, but in the game of Survivor, the only queen he wants to find is one that will benefit his game. Everyone will be his chess pieces and he'll put them to good use. (made by u/SilverOwl24)
Clary "Sammy" Samson, 19, Singer
Famous singer, Sammy is a reference for her teenage fans. It is not involved in scandals or controversies, its main objective is to be this influential model of life and trajectory. She has a loving and supportive family that supports all aspects of her life, including her boyfriend who is now in the army, fighting in the Middle East. (made by u/zohnster)
The Season:Capy's Survivor: Cook Islands Episode 1:The camera pans out and shows four boats moving towards the beach. On the first boat, you see a red banner that reads Aitutaki, the Hispanic-American tribe. On this tribe is Amanda, Corin, Miguel, Quiz, and Cole. The next boat contains a yellow banner that reads Manihiki, the African-American tribe. On this tribe is Carlyle, Derrick, Tasha, Taylor, and Black Barbie. The third boat contains a green banner that reads Puka Puka, the Asian-American tribe. On this tribe are Mandy, Bao, Huang, Kio, and Linda. The final boat contains a blue banner that reads Raratonga, the Caucasian tribe. On this tribe is Sammy, Kelsey, Layla, Scott, and Wato. The boat land on the beach and the castaways are greeted by the host. The host welcomes them to the Cook Islands, home to the thirteenth season of Capy’s Survivor. He then tells them that Exile Island and the hidden immunity idol is back in action. He also announces another 3, for the first time in Capy’s Survivor history, there will be a final 3, and a jury of 9 people. He then tells the tribes they can head back to their camps. At the Aitutaki camp, Cole and Quiz immediately bond, being resourceful, Corin knows about this and forms a duo with Amanda. Miguel is left on the outs, as he is gathering firewood for the tribe. At the Manihiki camp, Tasha and Taylor ally, vowing to save each other if the tribe goes to tribal council, Derrick and Black Barbie are gathering bamboo, while Carlyle is trying to catch some fish, they don’t form alliances. At the Puka Puka camp, Linda and Mandy bond, maybe it’s because they share the same last name, we may never know, anyways they form a duo. Huang and Kio form a duo as well. Nobody approaches Bao to ally. At the Rarotonga, Kelsey and Layla share a bond of wanting to be the most villainous people to ever play Capy’s Survivor, they also pull Scott into all of this. Scott, not wanting to be a part of that alliance fully, but also not wanting to quit because of the votes, allies with Wato. The host welcomes the tribes to the challenge area and announces the immunity challenge. First place gets immunity and a fire-starting kit, second place, and third place get immunity and flint, while the last place tribe gets nothing. Rarotonga gets first, Puka Puka gets second, Aitutaki gets third, which means that Manihiki will be going to the first tribal council of the season. But, before they can leave, the host tells them that they can send anyone from the winning tribe to Exile Island. They send Huang. While on Exile Island, Huang finds all the clues, and he finds the idol! At the Aitutaki camp, Corin is being a “leader” by basically just being bossy and overbearing, which does not sit well with her tribe. At the Puka Puka camp, Linda and Mandy find that they don’t get along with each other as well as they thought they would. At the Rarotonga tribe, Kelsey isolates herself and goes to the waterfall to just think. By doing this she angers Layla, who effectively kicks her out of the alliance. At the Manihiki camp, Derrick is being Corin and being way too overbearing and bossy, and it is getting on everyones nerve. Taylor and Tasha approach Black Barbie and Carlyle with an arrangement to vote out Derrick, and they agree. At tribal council, by a vote of 4-1, Derrick, the tribe has spoken. Episode 2:Aitutaki and Rarotonga come first and second in the immunity challenge, respectively, winning themselves immunity and a tarp. Puka Puka comes third in the immunity challenge, winning themselves immunity. The Manihiki tribe loses again and sends Bao to Exile. At the Puka Puka camp, Linda and Mandy have now sworn themselves, enemies, apparently, and their alliance dissolves. At the Aitutaki camp, Quiz and Miguel fight about where Miguel’s loyalty lies. At the Manihiki camp, Taylor and Tasha decide that Carlyle is their biggest threat, and they decide to vote him, they approach Black Barbie, she agrees. But she already made a plan with Carlyle to vote Taylor out. At tribal council, there is a 2-2 tie vote. Taylor and Carlyle both state their cases, Black Barbie thinks Tasha is going to switch, Tasha thinks Black Barbie is going to switch. At tribal council, by a revote of 1-1, there is yet another tie. The host calls Black Barbie and Tasha up to draw rocks. At tribal council, by the draw of the purple rock, Tasha, the tribe has spoken. Episode 3:The host calls the tribes to the challenge area, he announces that Manihiki and Puka Puka are no more and that the castaways will stand on discs, and there will be 2 captains choosing each tribe in a schoolyard pick style. The captains are Corin for the Aitutaki tribe and Kelsey for the Rarotonga tribe. Huang chooses Mandy, Amanda, Corin, Kio, Linda, Taylor, Wato, and Black Barbie. Kelsey chooses Bao, Carlyle, Sammy, Layla, Miguel, Quiz, Scott, and Cole. The host then tells them they can head back to camp to settle down. At Aitutaki, Corin and Amanda quickly ally, as the only original Aitutaki members on the beach. Huang and Kio keep their alliance from the original tribe. Black Barbie and Taylor do the same as Corin and Amanda. Huang, Kio, Mandy, and Linda all ally because they were all on the original Puka Puka tribe. At the Rarotonga camp, Cole and Quiz keep their alliance from their original tribe, while also allying with Miguel. Scott, Kelsey, Layla, and Sammy all ally as they were all part of the original Rarotonga tribe, and Scott and Layla keep their final 2 deal. The Rarotonga tribe win the immunity challenge, they also get to send somebody to Exile who will also skip tribal council, they send Wato. Wato searches for the idol, but can’t find it. Layla and Scott’s final 2 alliance is starting to crack. At the Aitutaki camp, Amanda and Corin decide that Kio is their biggest threat, as he seems like a strategic and mental threat. They approach Taylor and Black Barbie, who also agree Kio is a major threat. The original Puka Puka alliance decides that Corin is their biggest hurdle, as she is a strategic threat in their eyes. They also approach Black Barbie and Taylor, but they already have their loyalties with Corin and Amanda. At tribal council, by a vote of 4-4, there is a tie vote, and a revote must occur. After Kio and Corin state their cases, the vote is a 3-3 tie. The host calls Mandy, Amanda, Huang, Linda, Taylor, and Black Barbie up to draw rocks. At tribal council, by the draw of the purple rock, Linda, the tribe has spoken. The host informs them that Wato will meet them back at camp. Episode 4:Rarotonga wins the reward challenge, winning themselves three blankets, two pillows, and one hammock. They send Amanda to Exile. Amanda does not find the idol. The Aitutaki tribe wins the immunity challenge, sending Rarotonga to their first tribal council. At Rarotonga, Layla tells Sammy and Scott that she thinks Carlyle should be the next to go, as he seems like a physical and mental threat. They agree, and she tells them not to tell Kelsey, as she can’t trust her. Layla approaches Miguel, Quiz, and Cole with this offer in exchange for temporary safety over Kelsey. They accept the offer. Carlyle catches wind of this vote-out, and he approaches Kelsey, who is furious that Layla didn’t tell her. Kelsey decides that they should vote out Miguel, as he is a threat to their style of gameplay. They approach Layla, Sammy, and Scott, as she doesn’t know this was their plan, and attempts to persuade them to vote for Miguel. At tribal council, by a vote of 7-2, Carlyle, the tribe has spoken. Episode 5:Rarotonga wins the reward challenge, winning themselves spices, wine, and other cooking supplies. They send Corin to Exile. Corin does not find the idol on Exile. The Aitutaki once again wins immunity, sending Rarotonga to their second tribal council. Kelsey approaches Sammy and Scott and tells them that she is going to try to vote out Miguel again, and they agree to try and help her. Layla and Bao agree to try to help them vote out Miguel. But little do they know Layla goes to the Aitutaki three and tells them this plan, along with Bao, they decide to vote Sammy out, as she is a social threat, and Kelsey can use her to persuade other people. At tribal council, by a vote of 5-3, Sammy, the tribe has spoken. Episode 6:The Aitutaki tribe wins the reward challenge, winning themselves a feast of bread, apple cider, and lamb. The host announces they will be feasting on this food while listening to the other tribes’ tribal council, as tonight is a double tribal council. At the Aitutaki camp, Kio is the name being thrown out the most. The girl’s alliance of Taylor, Corin, Amanda, and Black Barbie decides that Kio is their biggest threat, but they don’t want a revote to occur, or a rock draw. Corin approaches Wato and tells him that they, alongside Kio, are targeting Black Barbie. He agrees to vote out Black Barbie. The Puka Puka alliance decides that they want to vote out Wato, and they need someone to vote with them, so they approach Black Barbie, as they heard from Wato that they are targeting her, and she acts like she agrees with voting out Wato. They approach Wato after that and tell him that they are voting out Black Barbie, so the votes don’t tie. Big mistake. At the Rarotonga camp, things are also full-force ahead. Kelsey finally convinces Layla and Scott to vote with her for Miguel, as he seems like a physical and mental threat. Quiz, Miguel, and Cole decide that Kelsey is way too strategical to keep around and decide to vote her out. Layla approaches Cole and Quiz and tries to convince them, by seducing them, to vote with them. It doesn’t work. Quiz approaches Bao and tries to convince him to vote with them for Kelsey, he thinks about it. Both tribes arrive at the tribal council area, the host tells the Rarotonga tribe to sit down, and he calls the Aitutaki tribe up to the voting area. At tribal council, by a vote of 4-3-1, Kio, the tribe has spoken. He then tells the Aitutaki tribe to go enjoy their reward, and he calls the Rarotonga tribe up to the voting area. He also announces that as the winners of the reward challenge, the Aitutaki tribe can “kidnap” one player, and that player will be exempt from tribal council. At tribal council, by a vote of 3-3, there is a tie. Miguel and Kelsey both state their cases. At tribal council, by a revote of 2-2, there is yet again a tie. The host calls Layla, Quiz, Scott, and Cole up to the podium to draw rocks. At tribal council, by the draw of the purple rock, Quiz, the tribe has spoken. Episode 7:The Aitutaki once again wins the reward challenge, winning themselves potatoes and peanut butter. They send Cole to Exile. The idol is currently not hidden in Exile. The Rarotonga tribe wins immunity, sending Aitutaki to another tribal council. The all-girls alliance decides that Mandy is their biggest target. They tell Wato this, and he agrees because Mandy is an all-around threat. Huang and Mandy decide to vote for Corin. They approach Wato, Black Barbie, and Taylor, but they don’t want to lost Corin and Amanda’s trust and have a target on their back for being untrustworthy. At tribal council, by a vote of 5-2, Mandy, the tribe has spoken. Episode 8:The host calls the castaways to the challenge area, and he announces a twist. There will be a mutiny this season, and you can choose to switch tribes, and that twist is happening right now. Corin does not feel safe where she is, so she moves to Rarotonga. Kelsey knows she is next on Layla’s list, so she moves to Aitutaki, Bao also knows he isn’t safe and moves alongside her. The new Aitutaki is Amanda, Bao, Huang, Kelsey, Taylor, Wato, and Black Barbie. The new Rarotonga tribe is Corin, Layla, Miguel, Scott, and Cole. At the Aitutaki camp, Bao and Huang form a final 2 deal. At the Ratoronga, Corin forms an alliance with Miguel, Cole, and hopefully Amanda on the other tribe. Cole, Miguel, Scott, and Layla also form an alliance. Aitutaki wins reward, winning themselves a trip to a peaceful environment, where they will snack on desserts while they read letters from home. They send Miguel to Exile. There is no idol on Exile. Rarotonga wins immunity, sending the new Aitutaki tribe to tribal council. At the Roratonga camp, Corin tries to do as much as possible to gain their trust and respect. Huang and Wato have a major fight back at the Aitutaki camp, about Wato not doing anything around camp. Wato approaches Amanda, Bao, and Kelsey with a plan. They will all vote for Huang, and then he will split the other three votes, so nobody can be a swing vote. Bao is cool with this as he knows Huang has an idol. Kelsey and Amanda approach Taylor and Black Barbie and tell them that their main target is Wato because he is a social and strategic threat. Bao approaches Huang and tells him that they are voting out Taylor, he agrees with that decision. At tribal council, by a vote of 4-3-1, Huang, the tribe has spoken. Huang plays his idol. By a vote of 3-1, Wato, the tribe has spoken. Episode 9:The Aitutaki tribe wins reward, they win a flight to an island where they will take part in a feast. They send Cole to Exile. Cole finds the idol on Exile. Aitutaki wins the immunity challenge. The Rarotonga tribe gets a message in a bottle that they are instructed not to open until after they vote someone out at that night’s tribal council. Layla and Scott think that Miguel is their biggest threat right now, especially compared to Corin and Cole. They approach Corin and tell her in exchange for safety, she vote with them for Miguel. She agrees. Cole and Miguel approach her and tell her that the alliance is voting for Scott, as he is a physical and strategic threat that they do not need to go into the merge. At tribal council, by a vote of 3-2, Miguel, the tribe has spoken. They open the message in a bottle and it tells them to vote out another castaway. Right there, right now. Cole tells Scott he has the immunity idol, and he will save it if he and Layla vote with him. Scott tells Layla about this, and they agree to put each other’s name out there, to force a rock draw where they both have immunity, and hope to rid of the idol. At tribal council, there is a 2-2 tie. Scott and Layla state their cases. The revote is a 1-1 tie. The host tells Corin and Cole to come to draw rocks. At tribal council, by the draw of the purple rock, Corin, the tribe has spoken. Episode 10:The host calls the castaways to the challenge area. He tells them that the merge is happening. He also congratulates them, Amanda, Bao, Huang, Kelsey, Layla, Scott, Cole, Taylor, and Black Barbie on making it to the merge. He then tells them that they can head back to camp. Layla and Scott keep their final 3 deal. So do Black Barbie and Layla. Kelsey, Layla, and Scott create an alliance for votes. Amanda and Cole also form an alliance for final 3, and for votes. So do Bao and Huang. Amanda, Black Barbie, Huang, and Layla form an alliance, their goal is to get votes and to the final 4. Bao, Cole, Layla, Kelsey, and Scott also form an alliance for votes. Amanda, Bao, Black Barbie, Huang, Taylor, and Kelsey also form an alliance for votes. Finally, Cole, Layla, and Scott do the same. Bao wins the first immunity challenge. Layla does all she can to become more appreciated around camp, so she can earn some people’s respect, so they don’t hopefully vote her out. Scott, Layla, and Cole decide that Amanda is their biggest threat right now, the only reason Layla didn’t decide to vote out Cole is that she knows of his idol. They attempt to convince Bao and Huang to vote with them, and they act as if they agree. But they have an idea, Amanda and Cole are their 2 targets, so why not have Cole waste his idol, and have Amanda go home? They convince Kelsey, Taylor, and Black Barbie to vote with them. They also tell Amanda that the other alliance is targeting her, but not that Cole has the idol. At tribal council, by a vote of 6-3, Cole, the tribe has spoken. But Cole plays his idol. At tribal council, by a vote of 3, Amanda, the tribe has spoken. Episode 11:The Survivor Auction occurs, and one of the prizes is picking who to send to Exile. Cole wins it and sends himself. Cole finds the re-hidden idol on Exile. Huang wins the immunity challenge. Kelsey, knowing that Cole has the idol, goes to Layla and Scott and tells them this, they agree with her, saying that he is probably everyones target right now, as he is the only original Aitutaki member left, and he played the idol last time. Bao and Huang also decide to vote for Cole, both the alliances approach each other, with the same offer. Because of this, they approach Tayla and Black Barbie together, and they agree to vote for Cole. Little did they know, Layla and Kelsey told Cole that they were voting out Black Barbie, just in case he does have an idol. At tribal council, by a vote of 7-1, Cole, the tribe has spoken. Cole plays his second idol of the season. At tribal council, by a vote of 1, Black Barbie, the tribe has spoken. Episode 12:Bao wins the reward challenge, he takes Huang and Layla on the reward, the former because he is Bao’s main ally, and the latter because he wants to gain her trust. He sends Scott to Exile, so his side has the idol if it has been hidden. Scott could not find the hidden immunity idol. Huang wins his second immunity challenge in a row. The alliance of Bao and Huang dissolve but still vow to vote together. Layla, Scott, and Kelsey know they can’t chance Cole going to Exile again and getting his third idol. So they decide to vote him out, they approach Taylor, Huang, and Bao, all with safety offers. At tribal council, by a vote of 6-1, Cole, the tribe has spoken. Episode 13:Scott, Layla, and Taylor win the reward challenge, winning themselves a trip to a spa. They send Bao to exile, as they think he is the least likely to find the idol. Bao could not find the idol on Exile. Huang wins his third immunity in a row. Layla and Scott think that Bao is their biggest threat strategically, they approach Kelsey and Taylor with this offer. But they didn’t know is that Kelsey and Bao made a safety deal, and Kelsey plans on blindsiding Scott, so they approach Huang as their biggest ally. Also, they made a safety deal with Taylor to secure her vote. At tribal council, by a vote of 4-2, Scott, the tribe has spoken. Finale:Huang wins his fourth immunity in a row. Layla, Kelsey, Bao, and Huang decide that Taylor should be the boot, as they have been strong allies throughout the merge. At tribal council, by a vote of 4-1, Taylor the tribe has spoken. Bao wins the final immunity challenge. He and Huang decide that Layla has played a villainous game, and they want her gone. Kelsey agrees because as long as it’s not her, she’s fine with it. At tribal council, by a vote of 3-1, Layla, the tribe has spoken. The Reunion:Huang, Bao, and Kelsey state their cases. Kelsey says, while she did not do as well physically as Huang, she believes that she played a stronger strategic and mental game than the both of them. Huang says he played a strong physical game, winning 4 immunity challenges. Bao says he made strong alliances, and he thinks that’s why he should win. At final tribal council, by a jury vote of 6-2-1, congratulation Huang Ren, you are the winner of Capy’s Survivor: Cook Islands! Miguel won the fan-favorite award. **My Thoughts:**>! Jesus was the pre-merge a trainwreck and a half. The merge was really strong, and I think this is the first real instance of a bitter jury, as I think Kelsey should’ve won.!< Possible Returnees:Huang, Kelsey, Layla, Taylor, Scott, Cole, Black Barbie, Corin, Quiz, Linda, and Tasha (the last 4 because they were rocked out) Leave your opinions about possible returnees, your personal favorite players, and the season itself down below.
Jacob 'Jake' Henderson Walsh Dec. 28, 1936 - Aug. 7, 2020 Jacob "Jake" Henderson Walsh, 83, a resident of Forest Grove, passed away Aug. 7, 2020 at Providence Portland Hospital surrounded by his children. Jake was born Dec. 28, 1936 in Hays, Kan. He was the third of four children born to Maurice and Mary (Simminger) Walsh. He lived in Atwood, Kan., until age 3, when his family and grandmother moved to Forest Grove. He attended Columbia Prep High School in his freshman and sophomore years, then Forest Grove Union High School. Finishing all courses that FGUHS had to offer him, he began pre-law studies in his senior year at Pacific University, attending for two years. He graduated FGUHS with the class of 1955. Jake played football and basketball through high school. He married his high school sweetheart, Jewell Benson Aug. 5, 1955 at St. Anthony Catholic Church in Forest Grove. They made their home in Forest Grove. Together they had eight children and were married just short of 42 years when Jewell passed, too young. Jake started working as a meter reader for PGE at age 19 and in the 1960's after scoring in the top 2 on an IBM Computer programming test, he trained with IBM and began his career in information systems and programming. He managed the department for PGE until his retirement in 2002. He was a true pioneer in programming. Jake was a Notre Dame fanatic. He was able to take grandchildren with him to several Notre Dame home games. He was Oregon Right to Life Director for 30 years, with a passion for protecting the unborn and vulnerable. He was a family man and a man of deep faith. He was a devout Catholic and belonged to St. Anthony of Padua Parish in Forest Grove for 80 years. He was a Reader and Extraordinary Minister with a ministry of many years taking holy communion to the faithful at Jennings McCall Retirement Home. He had a quick wit and a great sense of humor. Jake served in the Oregon National Guard from 1956-1963. He also enjoyed yearly hunting trips with friends and his sons. Jake enjoyed watching movies and watching Jeopardy every night just like his mother had. He had a beautiful yard which he cared for meticulously and was the type who never stopped until the job was done. He loved music, especially the oldies and 70's rock. He would sing to his children and grandchildren often. Jake also enjoyed family trips to the beach when his children were young, when they would sing during the drive and buy crab at the coast. He and Jewell enjoyed taking their family on beach trips, vacations and to local rivers for swimming and picnics. Jake was preceded in death by his wife, Jewell; son, Michael; his parents, Maurice "Bud" and Mary Walsh; two sisters, Winifred Elliott and Mary (Frankie) Yung. He is survived by seven children: Kristi (Todd) Schmit of Forest Grove, Mark (Karen) Walsh of Banks, Kelly (Bret) Ericsen of Forest Grove, Shannon (Ed) Senz of Forest Grove, Ted (Jean) Walsh of Forest Grove, Jacob "Bud" (Marina) Walsh of Hillsboro, Patrick (Cindi) Walsh of Hillsboro; and sister, Maurine Duyck of Forest Grove. He is also survived by 24 grandchildren and 48 great-grandchildren with one more on the way, plus many nieces and nephews. The family suggests donations in Jake's name to a charity he has long supported: St. Vincent dePaul, St. Anthony of Padua Catholic Church, 1660 Elm St., Forest Grove, OR 97116. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits source: http://obits.oregonlive.com/obituaries/oregon/obituary.aspx?n=jacob-henderson-walsh-jake&pid=196636079
Hulda Ruth Fitzsimons April 29, 1922 - April 21, 2020 Hulda died unexpectedly in her sleep of natural causes just one week shy of her 98th birthday. She was the youngest of four daughters born to Eva Meta (Umphreys) and Edwin Oscar Beckley in Salem, Ore. With her sisters she was raised on her parents prune and cherry farm a few miles southwest of Salem. They all assisted with domestic and farm chores, including pruning, harvesting on tall ladders and giving their usually mild-mannered father "space" when the wood-fired prune dryer had to be stoked 24 hours/day for several weeks. "Huds" graduated from Sunnyside Grade School, followed by Salem High School in 1940. Growing up during the Depression she absorbed lifelong lessons on how to stretch a dollar and exercise great creativity with few material resources. "Everybody was poor but we were never hungry" she often said, but they had many neighbors who had fled the Dustbowl, who were hungry, which motivated her later in life to volunteer for Meals on Wheels and other programs. Like her maternal grandmother, a professional dressmaker, Hulda became a talented seamstress, sewing clothing for herself and children on a treadle sewing machine until she purchased a used electric model in 1962. She created intricately finished doll clothes, prom dresses, lined draperies and slipcovers. Hulda loved music and sang in her high school chorus as well as the choir of First Presbyterian Church in Salem. She attended Linfield College for a year, living in co-op housing with other women, earning her way by ushering at the local movie theater. She could not afford to return after her freshman year but fondly remembered her year at Linfield. As the Depression continued, new disruptions appeared on the horizon: the beginning of World War II and romance with a "city boy", Eric Fitzsimons, whom she knew through their church. The oldest of four children, he had emigrated from Northern Ireland with his parents when he was two years old. Marrying into that boisterous Irish family in 1942 was a lifelong challenge and endless source of amusement for Hulda, and they celebrated 70 wedding anniversaries before Eric's death in 2013. Their honeymoon was extraordinarily memorable, thanks to a war-related incident. Following their wedding at the little brick church at Camp Rilea, the newlyweds retired to a cabin in Seaside to enjoy Eric's two-day pass. Unfortunately, a Japanese submarine attacked the coast that evening and the couple had only a few hours of nuptial bliss, as the bridegroom was recalled to duty at Fort Stevens. During the war while her husband remained on active service, Hulda worked a variety of jobs, trying to remain in nearby Seaside. Between jobs she returned to Sunnyside to help her parents. Not long after their marriage, Eric was spending a short leave on the farm when a chimney fire engulfed the home. Hulda awoke and managed to push Eric down the stairs through the smoke and flames. All of their wedding gifts and the house were destroyed but everyone escaped. Eric again returned to duty, while Hulda and her parents moved to Portland where they all found employment, as the Kaiser shipyards began increasing production. After the war Eric used the GI Bill to complete his degree at Willamette University and began a series of teaching jobs in small Oregon towns. He and Hulda also began contributing to the postwar Baby Boom, launching Eileen, Stuart, Alan and Katy into the world. As a young and energetic homemaker, Hulda applied a wide range of skills to feed, clothe and amuse her growing family with great patience and creativity. She also frequently packed up and moved the family as Eric's teaching career took them to Bay City, Jefferson, Stayton, Cloverdale, Camas, Washington, and finally in 1960, Beaverton. Through all of the tumult Hulda remained calm, organized and quickly settled everyone into a new home. Monthly visits were made to both sets of parents, in Salem and back at Sunnyside, where her father had built a new home after the war with material from the old prune dryer. The family also attended either the local Presbyterian or Methodist church (small towns did not usually have both) and Hulda made sure her children were neatly attired in their Sunday best. As the children graduated and departed for college and military service, Hulda found part-time jobs using key-punching skills and making home visits as a census taker in rural Washington County. Then in 1971 as she should have been claiming some time for herself, an incident occurred which called on deep reserves of fortitude and faith. Her youngest son Alan was severely burned and blinded in a car crash at the age of 18. Youngest daughter Katy was still at home, Eric was teaching and it fell on Hulda to maintain domestic life while supporting Alan during the 14 months he was in the hospital undergoing skin grafts. During dozens of surgeries she developed a new set of nursing skills in order to change dressings during his many years of recovery. Finally in the 1980's as Alan progressed to independent living, Katy was in college and Eric had retired, the couple were free to travel. This included many Elder Hostel trips to far flung corners of the U.S. and several visits to the U.K., including spending time with a long-lost brother of Eric's in Northern Ireland. A favorite repeated trip was one to Connecticut for a Gilbert and Sullivan camp. They continued to share their love of music by singing in their church choirs. Hulda also discovered quilting and developed new friendships and skills at monthly meetings. She enrolled in adult writing classes and produced poetry as well as a memoir about growing up in Sunnyside (available on Amazon) entitled "Memories of a Side Hill Gouger." When Eric began playing in the Shrine band they both joined the organization and assumed the honorary titles of Lady Hulda and Noble Eric. If Hulda's life could be summarized, it would be by the passage in First Corinthians, "Love is patient, Love is kind…" She was quiet but strong; a thoughtful daughter, sister, aunt, grandmother, friend, wife and parent. She befriended people less fortunate than herself and tried to find ways to help others. Her Christian faith sustained her throughout her long life, but she was never dogmatic or intolerant of the beliefs of others. She truly earned the title of "Lady Hulda." Hulda was predeceased by her sisters, Eva, Helen and Dorothy; her husband, Eric; and son, Alan. She is survived by daughters, Eileen Fitzsimons (Gary Blackmer) and Mary K. Fitzsimons; son, Stuart (Cheryl); four grandchildren, Freeman Tong (Mutya), Eva Fitzsimons (Ben Boshears), Vanessa and Jeffrey Fitzsimons; step-grandchildren, James Graves and McKaina Tarker; and one great-grandchild, Vera Faye. Hulda and Eric's ashes were interred June 20, 2020, in the City View Cemetery, Salem, which would have been their 78th wedding anniversary. A memorial service for Hulda will be scheduled at a future date. If you would like to see/hear her speaking about her life, just enter Hulda Beckley Fitzsimons on the internet to view a one-hour interview conducted by Linfield College in 2019. Please sign the online guest book at www.oregonlive.com/obits source: http://obits.oregonlive.com/obituaries/oregon/obituary.aspx?n=hulda-ruth-fitzsimons&pid=196608051
President George H.W. Bush supposedly dubbed Portland “Little Beirut” after being met by determined protesters in 1991. (The actual Beirut was wrecked in the 1970s and ’80s during the Lebanese Civil War.) The writer Chuck Palahniuk says Portland “anarchists” during this time gathered outside the downtown Hilton Hotel whenever presidents came to town. They ate potatoes dyed with food coloring and “then, when the motorcade arrived, drank Syrup of Ipecac and puked big Red, White and Blue barf puddles all over the hotel.” https://www.oregonlive.com/living/2016/04/little_beirut_legacy_20_of_the.html
I used to live in Portland, Oregon. I worked the overnight shift at a convenience store on the eve of the 2000 election. Heard them call Florida for Gore and then retract it. There were protests. I was there. I got kicked by a horse and then a policeman unloaded his pepper spray canister right into my face. There were many more protests while I lived there. I was a part of nearly all of them. My marriage to H-dog- not her real name- was a whirlwind of vodka soaked lust. We got married in Vegas at the same place Elvis had been married. I lost my phone at the airport. She got mad. She remained mad. It wasn't about the phone. H-dog was just a mad person. I didn't realize it at first. I just thought she needed time to adjust to married life. I tried to be a loving giving husband. Flowers and such. I bought her flowers one day, made the arrangement myself. There were daisies, Gerberas, big daisies colored purple. No roses, some alstroemerias, lilys and some filler. I brought them home to her. This is probably our first week of marriage. "Daisies?!! Why the fuck would you bring me daisies?! I hate daisies! I told you this!" she had never told me this, "This is a bouquet of bullshit!" and then she proceeded to toss them at me and then begin an argument about how all I married her for was to have another mother. I don't understand it either, I'm still trying to figure it out. Over the course of three years I was verbally, emotionally, physically abused by this woman. I wasn't allowed to shower alone because she thought I might be masturbating. If I was late from work by more than two minutes that was a twenty minute interrogation regarding my whereabouts. I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone on the phone without her presence because she thought...I don't know what she thought. She once got mad at me because my parents called to wish me a happy birthday and she wasn't included in the phone call. I got awoken one morning by being punched in the dick because I had morning wood, a common phenomenon among men, because she was sure I was cheating on her in my dreams. Dreams I wasn't having. I stopped having morning wood. I stopped feeling. I stopped being human. I was a robot. Wake. Walk. Do. Banter. Sigh and go home and look at the dim light that signifies possible impending doom. The worst part about an abusive, controlling relationship is that there is a line that if crossed means that violent behavior will occur and that line's position changes constantly. Doesn't matter what you do or how you behave you will cross that line. And then all hell breaks loose. Accusations screeched at the loudest of volumes followed by a flurry of physical attacks that can leave one with black eyes, a cracked face, a bloody nose. I said no more one day. She agreed after breaking my face one last time. She's been in the process of moving out for the last two weeks. I gave her $4000 to go away but still she finds excuses to stay. She doesn't live here anymore but still has keys and could and does come over whenever she feels like it. I needed a break. I booked a trip to Portland, Oregon and told her she had free reign for the weekend hoping that she would take the hint that she should use the time to move the rest of her stuff out. The current pandemic situation has stymied one of my favorite things- travel. I love it. Locking the front door and turning around with a bag of what you hope is all the things you need and just going some place. That's the best feeling in the world next to actually being in the place you were going to. So I went. I took the train. The most civilized mode of travel. I filled a flask with straight vodka, had a bag of clothes, a phone charger, a book, and various toiletries. I slept most of the way but woke up long enough to see Kelso, Washington. A scenic shithole one horse town that looks beautiful but you can just see that there is a terror of being amongst those that walk the streets. A 'Why am I here but then where else could I go' sort of slump in their shoulders that only comes with living in a shithole small town. I know, I grew up in one. I got to Portland, Oregon and was immediately assaulted by the sun, my mortal enemy. It was in the 90's and few clouds were willing to challenge the sun. I opted to walk to my hotel because I wanted to see the battleground that the city had become. I was immediately met with scores of homeless and tons of graffiti. Random drug dealers and the occasional street beaten prostitute. To me, Portland hadn't changed a bit. I got to Burnside and decided I needed a respite. Mary's Club was right there. Portland has more strip clubs per capita than anywhere else in the nation and Mary's is the most famous. I went in and got a beer. The usual four o'clock group of 50-60 year old men were content to watch the 20-something women, who were only doing this for tuition, slam their bodies around on stage for scant dollars. It was a good show. I got a Cubanos sandwich in the town square. Sweated my balls off as I struggled to find my hotel but when I did there was blessed air conditioning and they even gave me a cookie. When I had looked for hotels I had chosen one that was right across the street from a liquor store so I went there and got provisions. Back at my hotel room I had a shower and long hard drink. I had gone to Portland for reasons buried in the back of my brain but there was one reason that was at the front. My friend Lolly who had also been in an abusive relationship and had got out. She was being elusive for reasons I would later learn. That was okay. I had vodka, mixer, a flask, and a no sense of purpose. The best condition to be in when traveling. I went downtown to the heart of the burning matter that so sears our nation at the moment. The graffiti was everywhere. People were milling all about. The Portland Police were there watching lazily. I would learn later that the un-identified Federal troops had moved on by this point. "We've got to go," they must have said to each other in hushed voices, "Zoink is coming. We want no part of that shit." and then picked up and left. It wasn't like the usual protests. This was the people letting those in power know they weren't going to be pushed around anymore. That they had a backbone and bullying wasn't going to work. They had outlasted, I would later learn, the adversary. They had won a small victory in a larger battle of a war that currently knows no end. After two hours or so I walked to a boarded up 711, bought a walking around beer and went back to the hotel. As you leave downtown proper there is a sort of residential area with a long walking path that leads straight to my hotel. It passes by two huge fountains, Memorial and Lovejoy. Usually, in the summer this is where downtown residents go to cool off. They were turned off due to the civil strife which disappointed me some but I understood the reasoning. It was hot as balls, though, and I had wanted to wet my feet. At the hotel I got properly shitshow smashed. Watched a baseball game. Listened to Portland Radio Project to keep my finger on the pulse. At some point I went out and got a Lamb kofta from one of the ubiquitous food carts that are tucked away all over downtown. I passed out. In the morning, I had a cigarette across the street. Took a shower while the morning news spewed out it's thing. Went and got some breakfast tacos. Nice marinated pork affairs that were swimming in juices, lime, cilantro, onion, and the hottest salsa. I went to the main park in front of Portland State University's student center. Above the student center is the performing arts department and there was a girl practicing her singing. I drank a cider, an Incline Pear cider. and lazed about on the grass. Eventually, Lolly texted me and we appointed to meet up. McMenamins is the McDonalds of pubs in Oregon. If you need a drink and a bite to eat any of their nearly ubiquitous locations will do. The bartender was just starting. The waiter was of the fabulous color of the rainbow. I ordered a screwdriver and a shot. He asked if I had a vodka preference. I asked what the house vodka was. He said it was terrible. I asked if they had Stoli. He said yes. Lolly and I had a time drinking screwdrivers and shots of Stoli. We smoked cigarettes and I got the info on what had happened to her since last we laid eyes on each other. The last time we had been together we had driven from Washington state to Kentucky. We had to drive there because her ex-boyfriend had spotted her on the bus and beat her face in. The day we left Washington state I had been drinking all day and she had been up all night. She said that I had to drive because she needed to sleep. I drove across all of Washington state hammered out of my mind. Blew a tire in Ellensburg, Washington. Spent $350 getting it fixed. Then drove, still hammered, halfway through Idaho until Lolly took over. Then down to Salt Lake City. And so on. Lolly dropped me off at my hotel. She said she would be back but she didn't come back. I went out for a cigarette and met a nice girl named Katie who was having problems with her boyfriend. We exchanged number and she told me I shouldn't drink so much. "It's a bad habit that will kill you." she said. "Life is a death sentence." I said in return. She thought about that and then said: "Well, but drinking too much makes that sentence shorter." And I had to agree. I passed out for a spell. Woke up. Got a text from Lolly to come on over to her place. I had vodka and Bulleit whiskey. On the way over I dropped the whiskey, smashed all over the ground. Tres horribles. Anthony was his name and he kept calling Lolly 'Babe'. He had a big gut and lorded over the plants. Lolly, when he was out of the room, said "He's my ex, he won't go away." We had a fun night, Lolly and Anthony and myself. Lolly took me back to the hotel and I drank myself done. The next day, my final day. Lolly came to get me from my hotel. I had a shower and got all of my stuff together. We left in the same car that we had driven across the country in. I said "Let's drive up the hill. I dreamed of this when I was with my horrible ex-wife." So she she drove up the hill into rich white person country. We stopped at the top and spoke of things only those who have been in terrible relationships can speak to each other about. Of the lines one can't cross whose positions change by the moment. Of the black eyes and the cracked noses. Of the not knowing when it's okay to go home if at all. The things only someone who has been in a relationship that is abusive and horrible and full of hate would know. Then we drove home. To her home. "You guys were gone for, like, three hours. What the fuck!" Andrew spat. Lolly and I had a look. The train back was uneventful. I drank a vodka tonic mixture. Halfway home I got a text from my abusive ex-wife that said she had moved out but hadn't moved out. She hadn't signed the divorce petition. I watched as Puget Sound rolled on. The click and clack of the train. They called for last call at the dinner car. I drank my traveling vodka and wished for a better tomorrow.
2020.07.27 19:35 GreyBuildings679Our house used to have a ghost
I have been trying to collect my thoughts over the last few days, and just now have started writing things down as an attempt to process recent events. I’m hoping in doing so, I’ll be able to gain more insight into what happened. As the title suggests, we used to have a ghost in our house. It’s gone. And I am more scared than ever. It all started because of Chanel No. 5. At least that’s what my Dad told us. He caught a whiff of it at the SeaTac, on return from piloting a six-hour flight from Michigan to Seattle. The weatherman would describe that day as an anomaly for mid-April, the temperature almost touching 90, the air hot and sticky, uncomfortable. My Dad would go on, saying how everything around him smelt rancid, the whole flight, and the airport, like stale body odor. As if everyone decided to not put on deodorant. It caught him off guard to smell something so lovely, stopping him in his tracks. That damn Chanel No.5. The scent belonged to Joslyn Meyers, a sharp-dressed, product manager for Nike, with piercing blue eyes, and waist-length long hair. Dad didn’t stand a chance. It didn’t take long for things to progress with Joslyn, she lived in Portland, whereas we lived in Seattle, and pretty soon Dad sat my sister and I down after a pizza dinner for a chat. “We’re moving to Oregon!” My Dad said, excitedly. “No.” Said Kimber defiantly crossing her arms across her chest, although eleven and not technically a teenager, she had triumphantly entered her rebellious phase early, making all of our lives difficult. I took a more tactical approach. “Why can't Joslyn move here?” “Joslyn has to be near Portland for her job. She’s going to keep her apartment in the city, but she’s looking at a house where we can all have some space. Wouldn’t that be nice? I mean you guys could have a yard, and be in nature and stuff.“ Dad said this in such a way as if he was trying to convince himself. “Well, I’m not moving. Nope. No way. Good luck in Oregon” Kimber said, storming out of the room. It didn’t take long for Joslyn to find a house. Dad told us it was near a town called Salem, which at first got me excited, as I thought it might have something to do with the witch trials. Turns out that Salem is on the East Coast, the Salem in Oregon was just an ordinary, boring town in the middle of nowhere. We packed up our small two-bedroom apartment in Cap Hill and drove South leaving Seattle behind. Kimber, was of course devastated, making her friends promise to keep in touch, with threats of death if they didn’t. I didn’t feel such longings, I had just turned fourteen, but didn’t have any friends or ties holding me back. That being said, I couldn’t say I was excited about our new life in Oregon. The landscape began to change before my eyes, the city dwindling, as the trees got taller and taller, looming overhead. Buildings became increasingly sparse, till it became a rarity to see a gas station. Dad was giddy, and sung along to the radio for most of the trip, something I hadn’t seen him do since Mom died. Kimber pouted in dismay, her eyes narrowing at the scenery as if it was disappointing her. Examining the map, Dad turned off the main road and went down a stretch breaking suddenly, before reversing, and going down a rocky dirt path. He parked the car, turning around to face us. “Jill, Kimber, wake up, we’re here!” The house in front of us was a large timber frame, with giant trunks running horizontally, so that it resembled in some sense, a wood cabin. The structure sprawled out, with long square windows facing outwards. It was tucked back from the road, and surrounded by large Pine and Maple trees. A verdant lawn lay in front covered in delicate wildflowers. I could see Joslyn lounging on a towel on the grass, beside her was a young girl, older than me, but still youthful. She looked like a miniature Joslyn with her long brown hair and bronzed skin. From the backseat, my Dad leaped out of the car, running over to Joslyn and embracing her. Kimber and I got out and began walking over. Usually boisterous, my sister hung back behind me, apprehensive. “Hi girls!” Joslyn set in a fit of giggles, my Dad’s arms wrapped around her waist. “Welcome home, it’s great, huh?” When we didn’t say anything, my Dad gave us a disapproving look, “Jill and Kimber, this is Joslyn’s daughter, Mera. She’ll be a junior this year, and going to the same school as you Jill.” “Hey,” Mera said flatly. Joslyn smacked her lips together, “Alright let’s get you girls settled in.” She led us up to the gigantic house talking the whole way. She and Mera had come up yesterday to check things out. “It’s so beautiful, and you guys will finally have your own rooms!” Opening the colossal front door my eyes went to the spacious living room, with its oversized couches and worn leather armchairs. In the corner was an elegant grand piano, black and shiny. “None of this stuff is mine.” Said Joslyn, “The house came as is.” “Do you play?” Kimber asked. Joslyn shook her head. “I’m afraid I’ve never had any talent when it came to instruments, neither does Mera, sadly. What about you?” “I sing.” Clearing her throat, “I just took a DNA test, turns out I’m 100% that bitch even when I’m crying crazy. Yeah…” “That’s enough of the Lizzo.” Dad said with a grin, come on, let’s go choose your rooms. I didn’t have the energy to fight with Kimber about who would get the bigger bedroom and gladly took the smallest space in the house. My room was next to Mera’s down a hallway from Kimber’s and Dad. Dad said the delivery truck should be here the next day, tossing me a sleeping bag for the meantime. At dinner that night, Dad and Joslyn talked about their plans for the next few months. Nike was allowing Joslyn to work remotely most of the time, but she had to go into the office to finish up a big project, which would be completed in the next two months, or so. Some nights she would stay at their apartment in Portland if she couldn’t make the drive home. Dad said that he was now doing flights out of PDX, and while he would try as much as he could to be home during the week, things would maybe be rough for a little while. “The neighbor down the street, Lydia, has said she’d be willing to check in on you and bring by dinners when neither of us is home.” Said Joslyn. “It’s a big adjustment, but things should be more consistent before you all start school. It’s a lot of responsibility too. You girls will sometimes be here by yourselves some nights.” My Dad said, looking at me. The first few weeks of the new living arrangement were interesting. It felt like Dad was never around, and Joslyn would leave early in the mornings, coming back sometimes after midnight. She did her best to get to know Kimber and I, but would spend most of her free time at the kitchen counter, drinking cups of black tea, her eyes fixated on the computer. Mera fascinated me and though I hardly saw her, I could hear her movements in the house. She took to playing the piano every morning before sunrise, sometimes for hours. Despite what Joslyn had said, I found her an exceptional musician and relished waking up early to the sound of her music, as if it was some secret language between us. Mera also had a strange habit of pacing at night on the front porch. I could hear her footsteps going back and forth, back and forth. Other than that, Mera spent most of her time in her room, cut off from Kimber and me. On the third week, Kimber and I were on our way back from an early evening walk together, when we saw Mera sunbathing outside, and went over to her. She was wearing a skimpy orange bikini, which showed off her flat stomach. I felt a sense of envy, looking down at my own protruding belly, still haunted by baby fat. “Hey,” she said, sitting up and shielding her eyes from the sun. “I need to talk to you.” We waddled over, “Yeah. What?” I said. “Um, can you stop playing the piano so early in the morning?” Mera said in an annoyed tone, “I mean I just don’t understand why you can’t practice at a normal hour.” I was confused. “I thought that was you.” Scoffing Mera turned her attention to Kimber, “Is it you? It isn’t cute, if it is.” Shaking her head Kimber, shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but maybe it’s Joslyn?” “Ha! Definitely not.” Mera said, “Seriously though, it’s neither of you?” We decided that night to sleep all together in my room, as that’s where the music was the loudest and wait till morning to figure out who was playing the piano. Kimber had never heard the playing, as her room was too far away and was eager to see what we were talking about. At the early hours of the morning, the faint music arose from the floor, and I awoke sitting up alert. Kimber was still sleeping and oblivious, but Mera was awake as well, ushering me over. Cracking open the door, we stealthily went downstairs to the living room, the tune growing in strength. “Do you see it?” Mera said in a whisper, pointing to the piano. “The keys are moving.” “I can’t,” I said in a quiet hiss. “Hold on.” Bending her arm Mera’s hand went to the light switch, and the living room was flooded with light. The music suddenly stopped. “What the hell.” Mera began walking over to the piano examining it. “Do you think it’s like one of those self-playing pianos?” I also went over, lifting the cover it looked normal underneath, no signs of wiring or electronics. I knew that I should be terrified, but a part of me was excited, delighting in the mystery of the piano, and Mera’s attention. “I don’t know, but it sure is spooky. Have you heard the footsteps at night too?” “What?” Mera said, her eyes bulging. “It doesn’t happen as much as the piano playing, I thought it was you, but at night I can sometimes hear someone pacing back and forth on the porch.” “Okay, this is really freaking spooky.” “I don’t know. It’s kind of cool, like what if we have a real ghost!” I said talking eagerly. Mera gave me a confused look, “You’re into this, huh?” I felt my cheeks flush, embarrassed my enthusiasm trying to play it cool, “Well it’s not like there is anything else cool around here.” Mera let out a sigh, “True that.” Joslyn had to spend the night in Portland, letting us know that Lydia would be over later to say hello and bring dinner. Kimber, Mera, and I were huddled around the table that evening discussing our phantom piano player for the hundredth time. Kimber was furious we didn’t wake her and insisted on sleeping in my room again. There was a knock at the door and Mera went over, opening it apprehensively. It was Lydia, a plump woman in her late fifties, with curly grey hair. She introduced herself and made her way into the kitchen to heat up the lasagna she brought with her. “Oh, I can never figure out these darn ovens.” She said hitting the oven with the palm of her hand, till it beeped, indicating that it was pre-heating. “Ah, there we go.” She sat down at the table with us. “So, how you all liking it out here?” “We have a ghost!” Kimber said, and Mera gave her a tap on the arm. “She’s kidding,” Mera said, with a half-smile. “Oh, you mean, Giovanna? She’s been here for ages!” Mrs. Jewel said pushing her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. “Who?” I asked. “Well, that’s what the old owners of this property called her anyway, Giovanna. She’s absolutely harmless. Likes to play the piano, sometimes leaves flowers by the door, from what I remember, but that’s all. She’s not bothering you is she?” “No, it’s just a little strange...” I said biting my lip. “Did the people who owned the house, know where she came from, or anything like that.” “As far as I knew, Giovanna came with the house when they moved in, just like a piece of leftover furniture,” Lydia said resting her hands on her sizeable belly. The oven made a loud ding, and Lydia pulled out the casserole, plating up sizeable portions for all of us, which none of us could finish. Over the next few weeks, I found myself gaining a new appreciation for Giovanna. It wasn’t just her otherworldly music I heard every morning, but small things around the property that I began to notice as her handiwork. She liked to stack stones by the door, and leave bundles of small flowers on the windowsill. Although I never saw or felt her presence, I could tell that she was trying to communicate, and felt a kinship towards her. One day I found a path of gorgeous flowers outside forming a pathway, with a small white rabbit hopping about. My heart jumped with glee, as it all felt so magical. Joslyn gathered us together not too long afterward, to let us know that she had to head into Portland for the next week, while my Dad was tied up in Houston. All the flights were grounded due to a hurricane coming in from the Gulf of Mexico. “Lydia will be around, and bring you guys dinners.” She said, hurrying out the door. The next day was miserably warm and humid. Lydia came over in the afternoon, wearing a pair of ill-fitting hiking pants and a large straw hat. “Thought we could go for a little walk, before I start on dinner, something to get the appetite wet!” “I saw some trails in the back of the house, I wanted to explore, but Jill wouldn’t go with me. Can you take me?” Kimber said anxiously. I had refused to walk with earlier in the day, instead lounging on the couch and watching old episodes of Dancing with the Stars with Mera. “Sure! Come on let’s all go!” Lydia said, and begrudgingly Mera and I peeled ourselves away from the television. Up ahead of us, Kimber bounced around, chattering with Lydia, who was now out of breath and sweating profusely in the hot sun. We went as Kimber demanded, to the back of the house, where a worn trail peaked out from in between the trees. Following along, Lydia turned back to Mera and I. “That there, over yonder is my house!” She bellowed at us. In the distance, about a mile away was a handsome red house, with tall sunflowers in front. “Alright, we better turn around.” Lydia said, wiping her brow. “Hey, what’s that?” Mera said, indicating to a path that forked off from the main one, it went upwards, with weeds and growth almost obscuring the trail entirely. “Oh.” Mrs. Jewel’s lips pulled together. “That’s nothing, it used to be another way to get to my house, but it’s a bit rocky, not very safe.” She swiftly turned around and began walking back towards our home. When she was far enough away Mera looked to me. “She’s lying.” “Why would she lie though?” I said my brows knitting together. After another carb-laden dinner, Lydia went home and Mera called me over, her laptop propped up on her knee. “Look.” She said, pointing towards a map, I didn’t know what I was looking at but gave an appreciating nod anyways. “This is our house, and this is the land in the back of it, it looks like its some sort of hill or something. There’s the path I saw earlier, it looks like it goes up it.” “Huh,” I said, confused. “That’s bizarre. “Very.” On cue, my morning began with a gentle melody of my dear Giovanna. I was beginning to grow accustomed to the harmonious wake-up call when I felt something grab my arm. I let out a scream, realizing it was Mera, she was standing in my room, a backpack slung over her shoulder. Kimber was also there, “Wake up!” “What’s going on?” I said groggily. “I just figured we could do a little early morning hike, Kimber’s up for it.” Mera said, “Come on, get dressed we’ll meet you downstairs.” Still only half awake, I put on a pair of yoga pants and an old t-shirt that used to belong to my Dad. I had to dig out my sneakers from the closet, and put them on, coming downstairs, where Kimber and Mera were eagerly waiting for me. As I expected Mera lead us down the path from yesterday, in the dim morning light I could see Lydia’s house, the warm glow of lights illuminating from the windows. The trail was steep, and not well maintained, making it difficult to navigate. There was a sudden incline that made my calves burn as I struggled to keep up with Kimber and Mera. We kept climbing the worn switchbacks that were carved into the hill, twisting and turning like a snake. Occasionally we came across a sign that said no trespassing, or a rope trying to block the trail. “It’s all on our property,” Mera said, jumping over one of the barriers. “Do you think we should turn around? I mean what if Lydia is right, what if it’s dangerous?” “Come on Jill, don’t be a baby,” Mera said, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, don’t be a baby,” Kimber repeated huffing. We continued hiking for another hour, till my ribs constricted, gasping for air, my throat felt raw and was aching. “How much longer?” “I see a clearing!” Mera yelled down. Mera and Kimber passed behind another switchback, away from my view, and I took a break, stopping to catch my breath, leaning against the rock to steady myself, I heard a scream. “Jill!” My first thought was of Kimber as adrenaline coursed through my body, and I broke out into a sprint propelling myself up the hill, fear driving me forward. At that moment I stopped, and looking around, realized that the ground was flat underneath my feet. Kimber and Mera stood in front of me, giant smiles plastered on their faces. “You’re not going to believe this,” Kimber said with a grin. I took a step forward towards the edge where they were both were. Below, maybe by about six feet was a pool of the clearest water I had ever seen. Gasping, I tried to compute what I was looking at. The top of the hill was shaped like the inside of a crater, stretching across at least several miles, and filled with a pristine lake. “This is incredible,” Mera said, shrugging off her top, she ran up to the shore, and swinging her leg back plunged forward, water erupted from her impact, hitting my arm. It felt cool and wonderful in the heat. “Come on.” Mera called, swimming away. Trying to imitate Mera, my sister also took off her clothes, struggling with her top, before she clumsily fell in. “Oh, it’s so cold!” “Aren’t you coming in?” Mera shouted. I sat down on the ridge, looking down, the azure waters looked tempting, but something was holding me back, and I simply shook my head. I couldn’t place it, but I felt a sudden apprehension as if something was watching us, lurking from out of sight. I felt a chill run up my spine, and a sudden desire to leave immediately. “We should get going. Lydia will be coming over soon.” “Party pooper!” Mera said, coming out with Kimber. I helped to grab their arms, pulling them out. “You really should go in though Jill, it’s fantastic. Next time I’m throwing you in!” “Next time?” I said hesitating. “I mean, this is the ultimate summer spot. I can’t wait to tell my friends from Portland, they’ll die. It’s like Instagram heaven, I can’t believe I forgot to bring my phone and take photos.” We went back down the hill towards home. Lydia came by again in the afternoon, bringing with her a pot of spaghetti, we played cards till it got late, and she headed home. The next day I found Mera in the kitchen rummaging through the cabinets, and piling an assortment of snack food on the table as well as a few bottles of wine from my Dad’s collection. “Hi!” She said when she noticed me. “So just to let you know, I’m having some friends come down today from Portland to hang out, we’re going to go the lake on the hill.” “What about Lydia?” Mara gave a sly smile putting her hand to her mouth like a phone. “Hello Mrs. Jewel, this is Miss Meyer.” She lowered her voice, and to my astonishment, sounded just like Joslyn. “Listen I’m coming home early, so need to bring dinner over, thanks for everything! Mmmm okay, sending love.” She rolled her eyes. I sat in the living room with Kimber, watching as Mera busied herself till around two when we heard the doorbell ring. Several girls, and a few guys without shirts, entered our house, yelling enthusiastically. Mera didn’t bother to introduce us, feeling excluded, I watched silently as they left without even bothering to say goodbye. “You would think they would at least invite us,” Kimber said sulking, “I mean we were the ones that found the pool with her, to begin with.” I shrugged, making my way to the now cleaned out refrigerator and cabinets. I resented Mera for not having Lydia bring by any food, something that annoyed me even more as the day progressed towards night, and I felt my stomach rumble. “Do you think they’ll be home anytime soon?” Kimber said as it got later. At around midnight, and with no sight of Mera we went to bed. Instead of the soft sounds of piano, I found arisen by a knocking. My eyes went to my alarm clock, which read 9:10 AM and I got out of bed. I looked in Mera’s room it was empty. Opening the front door I saw Mera’s friends from yesterday, they looked panicked. “Is Mera here?” Said a pretty girl, with two blond braids I shook my head, “I thought she was with you guys.” “No.” Said the blonde girl, “We camped up at that hill, but when we woke up Mera was gone!” I felt my chest tightening; rushing to the phone in the kitchen my eyes went to a piece of paper taped to the wall, with the emergency numbers on them. I found Joslyn’s and pressed the digits, it rang twice before she picked up. “Joslyn, this is Jill. We can’t find Mera.” What happened next was a blur, but Joslyn showed up a few hours later, as well as a cop from Salem that questioned Mera’s friends. As far as I understood they had gone swimming at the hill and hung out, creating a bonfire before going to sleep. When they woke up the next morning Mera was gone. Later I heard the cop speaking to Joslyn, who said that one of Mera’s friends, confided in him that there had been some drama amongst the group. “If I had to put money on it, I’ll bet she’ll show up soon.” Said the officer, his face pocked with age, like an orange peel. “Give it a few days.” After the officer left, I could hear Joslyn talking to my dad on the phone, she was crying, and I held Kimber’s hand tight, letting her sleep with me in my bed that night. The next day my Dad showed up, he had rented a car, driving all night. Having him back, everything felt like it was going to be okay. Joslyn drank cup after cup of tea, staring at the phone, waiting for an update. The officer had called, somebody had reported that they thought they had seen Mera in Portland. We waited with bated breath hoping that it was Mera. On the fourth day of Mera’s disappearance, we were all sat at the dining room table. It was a gloomy morning and Joslyn was even more on edge. A shallow knock at the door interrupted our thoughts, and Joslyn moved to the entranceway. We heard the door open, and then a loud cry. My Dad, Kimber, and I got up from the table, running to the door. There was Mera, standing in front of us as if everything was normal. She looked the same from when I saw her last, with her straight hair falling flawlessly over her shoulders. Gasping for air Joslyn wrapped her in her arms, and even Kimber and I came over, hugging her still body. Mera went to the couch afterward, sitting upright, her eyes looking over the room, but not at us directly. “Where were you?” Said Kimber after a long pause. “I’ll go call the police, and let them know Mera’s back safe and sound.” Said my dad going into the kitchen, “Girls, give Mera and her Mom some space please.” We went outside sitting on the lawn, and throwing rocks, competing who could throw further. It felt like we were out there for an eternity before my Dad let me know that we could come inside. Mera was unusually quiet while we ate dinner that night, she moved around the food on her plate, but refused to eat anything. I went to bed that night, a strange feeling brewing in my stomach, as I closed my eyes. I felt a sense of relief certainly but was confused by Mera’s strange behavior. I had heard Joslyn talking to my Dad yesterday, saying that this was not the first time she had run away. Would she disappear again? It was the next morning I realized that it had been almost a week since I had heard Giovanna playing or noticed her presence around the house. I had been so pre-occupied with Mera that I had failed to notice, that Giovanna was also gone disappearing completely. My trained eyes were used to traces of my dear ghost, but alas there were none, there was no more music, piles of stones, bouquets of flowers, or even pacing at night. The magic that I had so relished and been fascinated by had all but vanished. I felt myself slipping into a depression at the loss of Giovanna, as well as the recent events. Dad and Joslyn were edgy, lingering around and unsure of what to say or do. Mera had taken to her normal tactics of earlier that summer, becoming even more elusive. I spent my days with Kimber outside reading, hoping to catch sight of Mera on the rare occasions she came out of her room. Then one morning I heard it. I shot up out of bed to make sure it was actually there. It was. Giovanna’s music echoed throughout the house, and I was overcome with a sense of relief and happiness. Unable to sleep, I got out of bed and went downstairs to the music, now louder. I wanted to let Giovanna know that I was there, that I knew she existed, and that I heard her. As I came into the living room, I reached for the lights, preparing for the music to stop. Overhead, warm yellow illuminated the room, but the music didn’t cease, looking up in horror towards the piano, there was no invisible musician, no ghost. It Mera. She was sitting at the piano playing the haunting music, looking straight at me. I have to go now, I can’t write anymore but will try and update later.
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