A Day I Remember in Auburn
A day I remember in Auburn was my very first day ever
in Auburn. I was sitting among the Board of Directors of Auburn Youth
Resources in the front room of our 118 D Street, SE building. It was my
very first interview for the executive director position and Al
Shaughnessy, the Board’s Vice President, asked me, “If you got the job,
where would you live?” I recall immediately responding, “Of course, I’d
move down to Auburn!”
I hadn’t really thought about that previously, but I
was cock sure of my answer, but even surprised myself with it. As I was
leaving the interview the outgoing exec told me, as he pointed to the rear
lot in the back of the building, “The next time you come here you can park
in the back.” That in itself was assuring.
Immediately I liked the informal funkiness of the
facility and the welcoming graciousness of the Board. Somehow I felt at
home, knew I’d like to work here and, so it seemed, liked to live here. I
felt kids and families could be comfortable in a place like this, not felt
threatened. That to me seemed really important.
It was near suppertime and I asked about a place to
eat. Someone on the board suggested VIPs’ on Auburn Way and that sounded
good to me. VIPs was where Denny’s is now. It was attractive and busy.
I finally got a table with a very pleasant young waitress. I kept
thinking about the possibility of a job here, the possibility of living
here. All the way down from Seattle, off and on I saw the grandeur of
Mount Rainier, and I asked the waitress how far away Mount Rainier was.
Her answer was, “It’s not very far.” and then, excited, thinking about the
possibility of living in Auburn, I asked the young woman how big is Auburn
and she responded, “It’s pretty big for its size.” Immediately, I knew,
I’d feel at home here.
Auburn Poet Laureate
A Day I Remember in
It was a beautiful day
The Vet Building reserved
The park was well kept
Songs sung by the birds
The tables were arranged
The food was displayed
The cake looked delicious
The gifts ribbons were frayed
What a joyous reunion
The guests all aglow
The birthday girl humble
Sixty-five was a blow
When the party was over
The guests helped to clean
The Vet Building restored
For the next group’s big fling
Going to Grandma’s House
My favorite place in Auburn
is my grandma’s house. I love going to her house because I get candy. I
like to go to the park by her house and play with her dog, Teddy. I like
to play on the monkey bars and the twisting toy at the park. I love my
days at grandma’s house.
A Day I Remember in Auburn
I remember the day I moved
to Auburn with my family: October 1, 1941.
Sharon (Taylor) Younker - age 77.
My parents had me wait in auditorium while they went to the office to
enroll me in
Washington Grade School first grade (Ivy Adams was to be my teacher).
sat on one side of the room; girls on the other. I happened to sit on the
Jane Campbell (Tinlsley) came across to me, and asked me to come over and
sit with she and her sister on the girls side, which I did.
My father had purchased a mortuary & home from the estate of Mr. Lemar; we
had moved to Auburn from Forks.
Another day I remember (and recall it often on patriotic holidays) was the
day the 6th grade teacher (Mr. Eugene Green) left for the service (Army).
There was a BIG send-off in the auditorium to honor him - - I recall we
all shouted, "Remember Pearl Harbor and Mr. Green!"
Auburn in the late 40s and 50s was a great place to grow up.
was then a very small town, about 5000, if I remember correctly. You never
locked your door, kids were safe anywhere at any time. I knew we were not
rich, but I did not think of us as poor, we seemed just like the families
of my friends. Growing up in a small town was a two sided sword; someone
always knew who you were and what you were doing, both good and bad.
spent all our time outside, playing, riding our bikes, hitchhiking, riding
logs down the green river and swimming in the many lakes around Auburn.
remember in the summer, going to the Pastime tavern to get on the farmers
trucks to go pick whatever vegetable was in season at that time. We would
work until around noon or the fog lifted and then we would hitchhike to
High dive and spend the afternoon swimming and jumping for the 50 foot
tower, and then hitchhike back home. We never had a worry, and never a
a lot of good friends, but mostly Gary Osterloh, Stuart Jones, Bob
Johnson, Bob Millard, and Bob McFadden. I still see Gary in Arizona.
Auburn Days was the highlight of the summer, and we looked forward to it.
Celebrations like that are now missing in this time and place.
graduated in 1956 and left to join the Navy and see the world, which I
actually did. The last time I was in Auburn was for my 30th
high school reunion, the only one I ever went to. I think of Auburn and my
youth often, and it always makes me smile and feel good.
Auburn was a great place for a kid to grow up, acquire good values,
manners and a strong work ethic. I wish all children today had the
opportunity to grow up in a town like Auburn.
WET KIDS DAY IN AUBURN
Rain was forecast –
Parents and children
handout fire hats from
or no covering at all
just shorts, pants,
absorb the drops.
Hot dog combo at the
Youth tent -
add mustard, relish
Covered pony ride very
animals working for
earning $5 per
Veggies and fruit at
the Farmers Market booth – creative kids
pushing carved apples,
into white, red,
yellow, green and blue paints,
then onto tiny
art, if it dried.
liquid slide rides.
A damp day at Les Gove
an enjoyable entry
to an Auburn summer.
A Day I Remember in Auburn
It was a hot
July day at Fulmer Park that I recall realizing how amazing it was that
four generations of my family had played ball at the same Auburn parks. I
sat in the shade with my grandfather and my mother who had played ball at
Fulmer Park on Auburn teams. Next to me sat my husband who also played
the same youth ball leagues I did when he was a child. We were enjoying
our son play his fourth pinto baseball game this season on his favorite
team yet, The Bombers. This was a perfect summer evening in our hometown.
son smack that ball out into the field and run as hard as he could gave us
such a wonderful feeling of excitement and pride. The family legacy of
loving to play and participate in community sports is a special part of
our history. My mother has memories of cheering my grandfather at
countless games at Fulmer Park as she grew up. My grandfather boasts about
his batting averages as my mother recalls her tiny strike zone when she
played as the most petite player on her team. I remember doing cartwheels
in the outfield while playing and how extraordinary it felt when I
actually hit the ball when at bat. My husband reminisces about the
camaraderie he built with his teammates as they always gave 110%.
My son cannot
wait to play each game this year and we share the same anticipation to sit
along side and root for the kids as they build their own memories. With
schools losing athletic funding and many programs having to close,
community sports are incredibly vital in keeping activities like baseball
alive for our youth. They offer fair and supportive recreational programs
that are based on the belief that every child should be able to have this
experience available to them.
It is that
hometown spirit that opens opportunities for all incomes to participate
and community members to get involved by coaching and cheering.
after celebrating the fourth of July, it was this evening at Fulmer Park
that reminded me about what the American dream represents… freedom,
community and the hope for the next generation.