Farewell Pullman!

Now that the dust has settled and the bins holding the contents of another college apartment are stacked throughout our house on this side of the state, I’ll say my official farewell to Pullman, WA. On May 4, 2013, our daughter Sarah graduated Summa Cum Laude (GPA over 3.9) from Washington State University with a Bachelor of Music in Piano Performance.

Sarah Stark, WSU Class of 2013

Sarah followed in her brother’s footsteps and became a cougar in August 2009. Even though my husband John has been a professor at WSU since 1990, I had never visited the main campus in Pullman until we took Johnny, our oldest, to WSU while shopping for a college in the spring of 2006.

For seven years our two cougars migrated back and forth across the state, spending most of their time in the small college town named Pullman. They both put in a lot of class and practice hours in one particular campus building, Kimbrough, the music building.

Over the years I got in the WSU rhythm as well: buying books before fall semester, helping them pack up to return to college, sending them Puyallup fair scones, football season, dad’s weekend, finals, winter break, buying books for spring semester, spring break, mom’s weekend, finals and moving their stuff from dorms to apartments and back home.

Johnny and Sarah both knew that if I came to visit, it was mandatory that I get a milk shake at Ferdinand’s. If we didn’t get to Ferdinand’s while it was open, they figured out where else I could get my fix of the famous WSU creamery’s ice cream and a tin of Cougar Gold cheddar cheese. 

We had our favorite restaurants in Pullman: Tam’s or McDonald’s for breakfast, Black Cypress, South Fork, or Fireside Grill for dinner, and Rico’s for beer and popcorn.

While John met with his colleagues, I’d take the kids to Wal-Mart or Safeway and stock them up with groceries. Near Sarah’s apartment on College Hill, we knew where the best hunting was for parking spaces.We were there when the new Cub opened and missed Dupus Boomers when it closed. 

Mom's weekend 2011 at Dupus Boomers restaurant.

We had fun rolling some balls down the alley at Zeppos when Johnny was taking bowling. I slept in Stephenson dormitory at freshman orientation and one mom’s weekend, and we knew our best bet was to camp out in the kids’ apartments because hotel rooms were scarce during mom’s weekends and graduation.

Special thanks go to the WSU Health center. They took care of Johnny when he broke his wrist, and got the gravel out of Sarah’s palms when she fell one cold winter the day before her piano juries. Both of my cougars managed to dodge the swine flu outbreak of 2009, but I knew that the health center was there if they did. More thanks go out to the mechanics at Les Schwab who repaired Johnny’s Honda when his front wheel and bearing fell off in his apartment parking lot, and to the reputable shop that re-flashed the electrical system of Sarah’s Audi when her friend jumped her battery the wrong way. Thank you also to AAA for towing these cars for us—one time 72 miles from Othello to Ellensburg.

Although the scenery can be beautiful, I will not miss the five and a half hour drive across 300 miles of Washington, listening for reports on whether Snoqualmie pass was open or passing on two-lane Highway 26. We knew where the speed traps were along the way, and a short cut that bypassed Colfax. My heart always lifted when I spotted the spud shack that farmer Orman Johnson spent $5000 on to have special crimson siding cut to spell “Go Cougs” in letters so large we could see it for miles. It meant we were about an hour and a half out of Pullman.  

Moving Sarah back home was a piecemeal trek divided into three parts. On mom’s weekend in April John and I drove over in his truck. I would drive her car back home. After enjoying some mom’s weekend activities, we loaded the furniture that Sarah wasn’t passing on to friends (my childhood dresser and desk, etc.) into the back of his pickup, and crammed smaller things into the Audi.  

Just past the halfway point of Ellensburg, I noticed the road condition sign flashing. 

I was following John and saw that a semi had blocked his view of the sign. I couldn’t figure her radio out so I called Sarah and told her to get online to check the pass, then call John with the results. He called me and said that Sarah found out that the pass was closed. We pulled off at the next exit and consulted, deciding to double back to E-burg and get a hotel room.

We pulled into the Holiday Inn Express, and hustled inside to the front desk where the phone wouldn’t stop ringing. The check-in clerk asked if I’d mind if she took another call. I told her only if she guaranteed us the next available room. She nodded agreement as she answered the phone.

The next call was from a sports team that needed eleven rooms because the pass was closed! We’d made it just before she switched the “No Vacancy” sign on! Sarah said that as she checked the pass conditions, they closed seven exits because of heavy snowfall and multiple accidents including a semi.

Sarah Stark and Dr. Keri McCarthy

Part two of the moving Sarah home odyssey was during graduation weekend, the first weekend in May. Friday night we were at a special dinner celebrating her graduation from the Honors College. She made a speech to honor Keri McCarthy, associate professor of music, who guided her through her Honors dissertation.

  

Saturday morning, while the “kids” slept in, John and I went to McDonald’s to pick up breakfast. As we left, the lady handed me the bagful of sausage biscuits and hash browns and said, “See you next time.” I’d held it together through the Honors college graduation, but those four words, “See you next time,” caught me off guard and made me unexpectedly tear up. There probably wasn’t going to be a next time. How had seven years gone by so fast?

Sarah with the class of 2013.

That afternoon we sat in Beasley Coliseum and watched Sarah shake President Floyd’s hand after they called her name, the culmination of four years of hard work. The Cougar Class of 2013 stood and sang their fight song while crimson and gray confetti and streamers rained down on them. Afterwards, we hiked all over campus to Sarah’s favorite spots to take pictures of her wearing the leis her Hawaii grandparents had sent.  

John, Sarah, and Laura Stark ouside Martin Stadium, WSU.

Johnny and Sarah spent their cougar cash eating lunch here.

This time Johnny had come with us. He enjoyed being in Pullman again, seeing his sister graduate, talking to music professors he’d had classes with, and visiting old haunts. He helped Sarah’s friends move furniture out of her apartment and into their vehicles.

It didn’t take long for us to realize that we wouldn’t be able to fit the rest of her apartment in our vehicles. It was going to take yet another trip. We loaded as much as we could, covered the full truck bed with a tarp and headed west. John would follow the three of us home in the Camry the next day after meetings with his department.

Part three: John and I returned two weekends later. Sarah couldn’t go because she was going to a wedding. Campus was empty other than a few stragglers like us still moving, so it was easy to park the truck close to her apartment.

I was confident that we could fit the last of it in the truck. I stayed up late Friday night packing. I was also confident that we’d be able to clean the apartment and leave by noon. That night we slept on air mattresses on the floor. I hadn’t brought a sleeping bag because I was confident that it would be too hot.

Well, it got down into the forties that night and I had left the windows open, so I didn’t sleep well. We almost couldn’t fit everything in the truck and called one of Sarah’s friends who was staying in Pullman to ask if we could leave some things with her. But after throwing even more away, and donating some more  to a charity, it did all fit. I changed my “confident” estimated departure time from noon to 2:00. We left the key to Sarah’s apartment on top of the defrosted refrigerator at 5:00 and closed the door to her Pullman apartment for the last time.

Sarah's WSU home for three years.

John tightens the tarp before we leave.

On our way out of town, exhausted physically and mentally, we stopped at McDonald’s to get a dipped cone for John and a hot fudge sundae for me as a little reward for all our hard moving work and for successfully getting two kids through college. We sat down in a booth at Mickey D’s and ate our ice cream.

      We were quiet driving through town for the last time. I remembered crying tears across the Palouse when we left each of our kids for their first time at college. This was a different feeling--a wistful finality.

Rolling hills of the Palouse

About ten miles out of town, I decided to text Sarah and Johnny and tell them we were on our way. I looked for my phone which was in my purse. But where was my purse? Panic set in. John was quizzing me, was it in the back seat? No, there was no room in the back seat, and even in the front of the cab, I had shoe horned myself in straddling some of Sarah’s stuff for the next five and a half hours. The only room left in that truck for my purse was on my lap and my purse was not on it.

John hung a u-turn, carefully so the over-the-top load wouldn’t shift, and went back to McDonald’s. I ran inside and checked the hook on the back of the bathroom stall door. No purse. I fast-walked to the booth we’d sat in. No purse. I went up to the counter and explained the situation to the clean cut, young man waiting to take orders. Before I could finish describing, “It’s turquoise leather . . .” he cut me off.

“Oh yeah. We’ve got it!” He ran into the back and came out with my purse. He said that he’d spotted it when he went to wipe the table we’d sat at.  

I thanked him and told him I was just so tired from moving my daughter. He nodded sympathetically. I walked back to the truck patting my purse triumphantly. John, ever the New Yorker, urged me to check the contents, but I already knew everything would be in it. After all, we were in Pullman.

Washington State University, Pullman, Washington

Laura Keolanui Stark smiled when she got an email reminding her of freshman orientation at WSU. She is helping Sarah sort through the bins to get ready to pursue a master’s degree in Musicology at Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois. Laura can be reached at stark.laura.k@gmail.com.

Good News, Bad News for the Holidays

Bad News: This Thanksgiving we didn’t celebrate on Thanksgiving Day. Daughter Sarah was out of town. Johnny and his girlfriend had to work on the holiday.

Good News: We ate our turkey, stuffing, pumpkin pie, etc. on the Friday after Thanksgiving. It tasted just as delicious. Johnny and his girlfriend have jobs and got paid overtime for working on Thanksgiving. We were all just as thankful as we would’ve been the day before.

Bad News: For the Apple Cup this year, the WSU Cougars were going into it with a 3-8 record and not a single win in the PAC-12 conference. Coach Leach is under investigation for allegations of abuse after wide receiver Marquess Wilson quit the team.

Good News: The Apple Cup state rivalry between WSU and UW was played in Pullman this year. It wasn’t snowing. In a nail-biting overtime finale, the Washington State University Cougars beat the University of Washington Huskies 31-28. I have no doubt that the cheering, jumping, and celebratory whooping it up at our house could be heard in Pullman. 

          My favorite play of the game was when 6’1” Kalafotoni Pole reached up to snag the football from UW’s quarterback and then ran with all his 277-lb. might toward the goal line in overtime. Go Cougs! For more details about the game: Overtime Ecstasy for WSU at Apple Cup

Side Note: I’ve noticed an absence of Cougar t-shirts, and other merchandise at several local stores including Wal-Mart and Victoria’s Secret. They’ve opted to go with just UW stuff. My guess is that someone at the national level is focusing on the area surrounding each university, not realizing that most of the Cougars come from the west side of Washington.

    I’ve launched a one-woman campaign to get more crimson and gray over here, and I’m looking for other Cougars to join me. When there’s only UW purple in the store, ask a manager where the WSU merchandise is. Fill out a suggestion card. Tell them that most Cougars come from this side and that there are more than twice as many WSU license plates than UW (just go look in the parking lot), so we’re willing to spend money to support scholarships at WSU. Thank you to Fred Meyer’s for carrying a great, affordable WSU (and UW) selection!

Holiday Shopping

Bad News Shopping for Quilt Supplies: A few days before Black Friday, I studied the JoAnn Fabrics fliers looking for their bargains. My eyes zeroed in on a roll of cotton batting: 25 yards for $99. That’s a great deal! It was a doorbuster on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.

I actually skipped Zumba that morning and rolled into JoAnn Fabrics at 9:15. I pushed my cart to the batting section to find my gigantic roll of batting. There was nothing there. I asked a sale clerk where the special batting was, pointing to my flier.

She told me that the store had opened at 8:00 that morning with a line out front. (Hmmm, I hadn’t noticed that on the flier. It normally opens at 9:00). There had been a line of customers waiting for the doors to open. And, the batting I wanted was sold out by 8:15.

Where I should have been lined up ahead of time.

She talked to another clerk and asked about the batting they were substituting. That was sold out by 8:30.

Alrighty then. I found a roll of Warm and Natural cotton batting that wasn’t on sale, but that I prefer anyway. I calculated how many yards of it I could buy for $99 using my 40% off coupon. I bought 11 yards.  

I missed the doorbuster batting, but I also missed standing in the cold rain with a crowd.

Good News Shopping for Quilt Supplies: I got an email from The Wild Rose Quilt Shop in Orting which I didn’t read before their Black Friday sales. Instead, I went on Sunday and got some great deals on fabric. There were $5, $7 and 60% off tables. As if those savings weren’t enough, if you bought two yards, you got the third yard free. Most high quality cotton fabric now costs from $9.99 – 12.99 a yard, and this was the good stuff: Moda, Northwood, etc.     

The Wild Rose Quilt Shop, Orting, WA

        Between the batting from JoAnn’s and the fabric from the Wild Rose, my sewing machine will be humming for a long time.

Good Shopping News Four Ways: I set a personal record. It’s still November and I’m almost done with my Christmas shopping!

Super Mall, Auburn, WA,

First shopping strategy: on what I’m calling Way More Civilized Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving. John and I went to the Super Mall in Auburn and got a huge chunk of Christmas shopping done. We parked easily. There were no crowds. Everything we bought was on sale. We found the sizes we needed and things hadn’t been picked over. 

Second shopping tactic:  at 10:15 on Thanksgiving night (mere hours before the official start of Black Friday), even though I hadn’t planned on shopping, Sarah K., John, and I found ourselves at Target.  Parking took a few laps, but there wasn’t a line outside. A thoughtful lady on her way out of Target, handed us her shopping basket, “You’ll need this. There aren’t any inside.”

The three of us walked all the way back to one corner of the store past 32 rows filled with hundreds of people snaking through them aiming for 14 checkout registers.  John got in line immediately. Sarah and I hunted and gathered.

We found the things we’d come for and piled them in the basket. The line was moving pretty quickly, considering.

On our foray, we’d found out that if you were buying any electronics, which we were, you needed to be in a separate line in back of the store. John and I left Sarah with the basket in front, and went back to electronics. I showed him what to get and left him in that line, then went back up front to join Sarah.

The electronics line only had three checkers, so even though that line was shorter, it was slow going for John. Nothing like tag team shopping! Sarah had to go to work at 6am, so once we got checked out, I took her home. Then I turned around and went back to pick John up in the parking lot at midnight, the official start of Black Friday.

Shopping Technique #3: On Cyber Monday, while everyone else was at work shopping online, I was at the mall. (One of the perks of being semi-retired is that I can go shopping on weekday mornings).  As on Way More Civilized Wednesday, the parking was easy, and it was serenely un-crowded. There were lots of bargains for the picking. I even left the mall, coupons in purse, to look for something at a nearby shopping center, and returned to the mall easily with no traffic congestion.

South Hill Mall, Puyallup, WA

When my arms were exhausted from so many reps of shopping bags curls, I loaded my goodies into the trunk and drove around to the other side of the mall, to lessen the odds of my car being broken into. I popped into a few more stores. At JC Penney they didn’t have what I was looking for, so the sales lady told me to check for it online.

Christmas Shopping Technique #4: Following the advice of the Penney’s lady, when I got home, I logged in for Cyber Monday. She was right, they had what I wanted. Amazon also had what I couldn’t find at the mall, and with Amazon Prime it would be delivered to my door in two days.

Bad News: I’d tried to avoid Cyber Monday because I want to support local businesses and brick and mortar stores. I estimate that more than half of my Christmas purchases come from wandering through stores and finding the perfect gift that I didn’t start out looking for.

Also, I missed Waldenbooks and Border’s Book stores. Again, in bookstores, and libraries as well, I randomly search through the shelves. It’s easier for me to judge a book by its cover in person, than online. I’m still looking for a couple more gifts, a specific book, but after a few more unsuccessful attempts, I’ll go with Plan B.

Good News: I should have lots of time to get things wrapped up and in the mail. I’ll be able to sew a few gifts with minimal pressure, and it looks like I may actually wrap my gifts way before my usual Christmas Eve frenzy. Who knew the holidays could be so leisurely? Maybe I’ll also remember where I’ve hidden everything so that I won’t be giving Valentine’s Christmas presents in February.

Laura Keolanui Stark is starting to deck the halls and the rest of the house for the holidays. She can be reached at stark.laura.k@gmail.com.

Football Craziness in Our Family's Blood

Up here on South Hill in Puyallup, there are two high schools. Rogers opened in the late 1960s. Emerald Ridge opened in 2000. Of course the rivalry between the two high schools is intense, and every football season they play against each other for the unofficial title of “King of the Hill.”

My kids went to the newer Emerald Ridge. When Sarah was getting ready to go to her first King of the Hill football game, I warned her not to go over to the Rogers Rams' side of the field even though she had lots of friends at Rogers. She gave me a vague, non-committal answer. Dressed up in her Emerald Ridge Jaguar fur coat and matching Fedora, I dropped the smiling freshman Jaguar off.

          When I picked her up, she wasn’t smiling. I figured we'd lost the game. But her glum expression was because she didn’t heed my warning. Somehow she sneaked around the police stationed between the rival stands to find her Ram friend Christina. She got booed and had stuff thrown at her. She did find Christina, which was lucky because the Ram mascot spotted Jaguar Sarah, and tried to pick her up and carry her off the field. Christina linked arms with Sarah, and the mascot couldn’t pick them both up.

               Sarah was surprised, hurt, and a little outraged that several of her other Rogers friends didn’t come to her rescue. “I went to elementary school and junior high school with them! They saw what was going on and looked the other way! When Christina came on the Emerald Ridge side, nobody went after her!”

When I dropped her off her sophomore year, I couldn’t resist asking if she was planning on going over to the Rogers side of the field. She glared and then gave me a very definite, “NO!”

In our newspaper, The News Tribune out of Tacoma, there’s a feature called “Around the World.” People travel around the world and snap a picture of themselves at famous landmarks holding a copy of The News Tribune. I always like checking out these photos.

Last month, there was a picture of a guy dressed in a Seattle Seahawks jersey standing with his newspaper in front of Lambeau Field in Green Bay, Wisconsin before the Minnesota Vikings vs. Green Bay Packers game. The caption read: “Brett Favre threw 3 interceptions and broke his ankle in the Minnesota loss to Green Bay. I was representing our 1^st place Seahawks and was hazed throughout the game!! So much fun!!!”

I saved that picture to show John and Johnny. I watched them carefully as they  read the caption. Both of them had the same reaction. They each got a little bemused smile at the end.

I focused on those last two sentences—“hazed throughout the game!! So much fun!!!” My question to the males in my family, “Why would it be fun to make yourself a target and get hazed throughout the game? What, is that a guy thing?”

“Yeah it is.” More smiles.

“I don’t get it.”

            Shrugs. "It’s a guy-thing!” Full-on grinning.

This Saturday, December 4, is The Apple Cup. For those of you who don’t live in Washington, it’s the biggest football rivalry in the state. The Washington State Cougars play the University of Washington Huskies. Bets are made between the college Presidents. I have a standing bet with a Husky family who are friends and neighbors (see last year’s Apple Cup blog). Some families straddle the Cougar/Husky split. Newscasters broadcast wearing crimson (WSU) or purple (UW).

My Coug Out profile pic, WSU pumpkin carved for Halloween.

This year on Facebook there’s something called, “Coug Out Facebook.” To participate, you change your profile picture to the WSU logo, or to a picture showing your Cougar spirit. Johnny told me that one of his friends created it, and sent it to 16 of his friends thinking that was as far as it would go. There are now 22,315 participants. Johnny’s girlfriend Sarah is also one of the creators. Daughter Sarah got into a Facebook insult battle because someone posted something saying that even Huskies bleed crimson and she clicked that she liked it. UW must have something similar going on because I’m seeing the Husky logo popping up as some profile pics.

The two universities alternate between playing The Apple Cup in freezing, possibly snowy WSU’s Martin Stadium in Pullman, or in UW’s probably rainy Husky Stadium in Seattle. This year it will be played at WSU in Pullman. Q13 Fox News showed snow plows and 150 workers feverishly removing 20” of snow from Martin Stadium this morning. My two Cougars are reporting that it’s been bone chilling cold this week with temperatures dipping into single digits. They took their ski coats, gloves and boots with them when they left after Thanksgiving. That’s what they’ll wear to the game.

On this side of the state, John and another WSU employee have come up with a brilliant plan to spectate The Apple Cup. John broke the news to me with that same little smile. “We're (that includes me) going to watch The Apple Cup at Harmon Brewing Company.”

Let’s be clear here. I love football, especially college football, even Cougar football despite several losing seasons in a row. I love a good, fierce rivalry. I went to LSU in the SEC. I understand, indeed embrace, college football rivalry. I also love the Harmon Brewing Company restaurant in downtown Tacoma. But, it is basically on the solid purple, University of Washington-Tacoma Husky campus.

We’ll be proudly (or sheepishly?) wearing our Crimson and Gray Cougar colors. I’m sure we’ll be warmer than our kids. In fact, I’m positive things will be very heated as we watch the game from inside Husky territory. I’m pretty sure that there won’t be a mascot who tries to carry me off. I hope that when the game’s over, we can claim like the guy in the newspaper, “So much fun!!!”

Go Cougs!!!!

If you’d like to see what the inside of snowy Martin Stadium looks like on Thursday, December 02, 2010, click on this link: 

http://www.ktvb.com/news/regional/Crews-work-feverishly-to-clear-snow-in-time-for-the-Apple-Cup-111202649.html 

Laura Keolanui Stark can be reached at stark.laura.k@gmail.com. If no more blogs show up after The Apple Cup, please send some Cougars in to rescue us from Harmon Brewing Company in Tacoma.