Grant County Journal
Leavin’ on a Jet Plane
March 28, 2011
Written by Janet Warren
Woo hoo! I met my goal last week. I actually told a story in less than 1,000 words. I have been writing this column for seven months now, and last week’s column at 878 words was the first time it printed above the crease in the newspaper. Now when you read my columns and they are above the crease, you can cheer my victory! I think my problem is that I don’t write like a journalist—concise and to the point. I write more like a novelist—slowly meandering, stopping every once in a while to get a cool drink and describing the flowers while I am there. But I have really enjoyed the journey, and I hope you have too.
I’m going away for awhile. Not to a quiet, padded room somewhere, but to my daughter’s house in Chandler, Arizona. She is having our first granddaughter and the C-section is scheduled for April 5. I’m going a week early so she can get a little rest before the big day. Almost three years ago, I traveled to Ann Arbor, Michigan, when she gave birth to our twin grandsons, Seth and Noah. They are causing a bit of a ruckus these days. I have a feeling they are sensing the world as they know it is about to change.
Sometimes I begin to feel isolated in Ephrata. My family is too far away to hop in a car and go for a visit. But, I can hop on a plane and be in Arizona in less time than it takes for me to drive to the Spokane Airport, check my bags and have the full-body scan at the security checkpoint. Of course, the twins think I live at the Phoenix airport and wonder why I don’t visit more often when it only takes a half an hour to pick me up.
I was explaining to a gentleman that I would be sending in my columns from Arizona for the next few weeks and mentioned I’d be sure to send a picture of our new granddaughter. It was really funny the way he started back pedaling. “Oh, that’s not really necessary,” he stammered. I finally figured it out. He thought I was one of THOSE grandparents—the ones who brag about how beautiful and smart their grandchildren are. Believe me, I will not bore you with the run-of-the-mill antics of my grandsons, or how the new granddaughter is sleeping through the night at one week old.
I suppose I could have hung a Gone Fishin’ sign on my column for the next few weeks, but I thought you might like a taste of Arizona. Thanks to the magic of the internet, I can send in columns from anywhere. I was there in November and there are so many places I want to visit—the Superstition Mountains for starters. The first time I visited Phoenix, I was taken aback that there are such beautiful wild-looking mountains there. I was expecting flat, dry land. The sight of palm trees up against a mountain range during sunset was really unusual. I’ll talk about the cacti and the other vegetation that grows in the Phoenix area because that always interests me. Last time I was there, I picked a few pods off a mesquite tree and then figured out what they were on the internet. Some of the crops I saw growing I had never seen before, so I did some research and found out it was sorghum.
And as for the pictures—I’m sure I’ll send a picture of the new baby. I mean, what kind of grandma would I be if I didn’t take advantage of having a column in a newspaper where I can show a picture of my granddaughter to thousands of people? And I might tell a story or two about the twins, but I promise they won’t be ordinary ones like every grandparent tells. Did I mention both of them are geniuses?
680 words! Another one above the crease!
Monday, March 28, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
A Wing and a Prayer
Grant County Journal
March 21, 2011
A Wing and a Prayer
Written by Janet Warren
Today, March 21, is my father’s 86th birthday. I was his present on his 33rd birthday, so today is also my birthday. (The answer is 53 for those of you doing the math). I would like to dedicate this week’s column to my father, Richard Fullenwider.
There are little pieces of time in my life that stand out. They are moments when either I was stunned beyond belief, or when I witnessed something that was so breathtaking I stood in awe.
I was stunned when President Reagan was shot. I couldn’t leave the television as I tried, unsuccessfully, to wrap my mind around it. Do you remember where you were when Challenger exploded 25 years ago? I was in my daughter’s first grade classroom and everyone was tuned into the news coverage as it took off. I was paralyzed. A similar experience happened when students were massacred at Columbine High School, an hour away from my home in Colorado Springs.
I am sure all of you, like me, have experienced personal things over the years that have left you numb and not able to catch your breath. Perhaps a break up of a marriage or the death of a loved one taken too soon. Thank goodness my life’s scale has been tipped with more experiences being awed than I have had with being stunned. I consider those moments to be tender mercies.
Two of those memories involve eagles.
I spent the last two years of high school in Spokane, graduating from Mead in 1976. My father was the Boy Scout Executive of the Inland Empire Council for 17 years, beginning when I was a junior in high school. I went away to college after graduating from Mead, but I always considered Spokane my home. Even after living 26 years in Colorado Springs, the Northwest tugged at my roots.
One morning I was in the kitchen. It must have been a Saturday since my dad was home. My father excitedly started calling for me. “Janny, Janny come here quick!” I ran into the living room wondering what in the world could have happened since my dad was always a calm man, not given to outbursts. We watched, father and daughter, as a bald eagle soared just over the pine trees in our backyard. It was so awesome to see that majestic bird against the backdrop of the blue sky. This was in 1975 when bald eagles were on the endangered species list, so seeing an eagle fly in our backyard was truly a moment of wonder. What I remember most about the experience was the look on my father’s face. He was completely delighted at the sight of the eagle.
Years later, I was living in Colorado Springs. Our home had a sunroom off the master bedroom and my son Jeffrey, who was 4 years old at the time, was in there while I was cleaning. All of a sudden, he started calling for me, “Mommy, mommy, big bird, big bird!” I thought he was seeing one of the many magpies we had in the forested backyard, so I tried to placate him with “Yes, those birds are big aren’t they?” He would have none of that, so I finally went into the sunroom and stared at a golden eagle in a tree about 20 feet away from the window. Jeffrey and I were so mesmerized by the sight, I didn’t even think about grabbing my camera. We watched, mother and son, in complete silence for at least five minutes until the eagle took off. His wingspan must have been six or seven feet, and it was so beautiful I couldn’t speak. To this day, Jeffrey remembers, and he teases me about thinking his big bird was a magpie.
When I saw Toni Canady’s photo of a bald eagle in the Grant County Journal on January 10, I knew I would be making a pilgrimage. Mike and I had an anniversary right after that, so when he asked me what I wanted to do, my answer was clear. “I want to go to Grand Coulee and see if I can get some pictures of bald eagles.” Unfortunately, the only two eagles I saw were too far away to get a good shot. Word got back to Toni, and within a few days she provided me with a color photograph of the picture that appeared in the Journal. I asked Toni what went through her mind when she took this picture. Eagles inspire that feeling of awe in Toni, like they do me. As she took this particular photograph, she thought of her ill father-in-law, who loved eagles, and imagined he would have enjoyed being there with her. Shortly after this picture was taken, Toni’s father-in-law, Louie Canady, passed away. Toni has peace with it knowing he is now flying with the eagles. Those are the tender mercies I’m talking about. The ones that bring peace and meaning.
In a not-too-distant day, I will frame the picture of the eagle, alongside a picture of my father and part of a poem by Don R. Wilkins from Motley, Minnesota.
By strength of wing will soar on high.
My future yet to be
To glide beyond restricting Earth.
Eternity to see.
March 21, 2011
A Wing and a Prayer
Written by Janet Warren
Today, March 21, is my father’s 86th birthday. I was his present on his 33rd birthday, so today is also my birthday. (The answer is 53 for those of you doing the math). I would like to dedicate this week’s column to my father, Richard Fullenwider.
There are little pieces of time in my life that stand out. They are moments when either I was stunned beyond belief, or when I witnessed something that was so breathtaking I stood in awe.
I was stunned when President Reagan was shot. I couldn’t leave the television as I tried, unsuccessfully, to wrap my mind around it. Do you remember where you were when Challenger exploded 25 years ago? I was in my daughter’s first grade classroom and everyone was tuned into the news coverage as it took off. I was paralyzed. A similar experience happened when students were massacred at Columbine High School, an hour away from my home in Colorado Springs.
I am sure all of you, like me, have experienced personal things over the years that have left you numb and not able to catch your breath. Perhaps a break up of a marriage or the death of a loved one taken too soon. Thank goodness my life’s scale has been tipped with more experiences being awed than I have had with being stunned. I consider those moments to be tender mercies.
Two of those memories involve eagles.
I spent the last two years of high school in Spokane, graduating from Mead in 1976. My father was the Boy Scout Executive of the Inland Empire Council for 17 years, beginning when I was a junior in high school. I went away to college after graduating from Mead, but I always considered Spokane my home. Even after living 26 years in Colorado Springs, the Northwest tugged at my roots.
One morning I was in the kitchen. It must have been a Saturday since my dad was home. My father excitedly started calling for me. “Janny, Janny come here quick!” I ran into the living room wondering what in the world could have happened since my dad was always a calm man, not given to outbursts. We watched, father and daughter, as a bald eagle soared just over the pine trees in our backyard. It was so awesome to see that majestic bird against the backdrop of the blue sky. This was in 1975 when bald eagles were on the endangered species list, so seeing an eagle fly in our backyard was truly a moment of wonder. What I remember most about the experience was the look on my father’s face. He was completely delighted at the sight of the eagle.
Years later, I was living in Colorado Springs. Our home had a sunroom off the master bedroom and my son Jeffrey, who was 4 years old at the time, was in there while I was cleaning. All of a sudden, he started calling for me, “Mommy, mommy, big bird, big bird!” I thought he was seeing one of the many magpies we had in the forested backyard, so I tried to placate him with “Yes, those birds are big aren’t they?” He would have none of that, so I finally went into the sunroom and stared at a golden eagle in a tree about 20 feet away from the window. Jeffrey and I were so mesmerized by the sight, I didn’t even think about grabbing my camera. We watched, mother and son, in complete silence for at least five minutes until the eagle took off. His wingspan must have been six or seven feet, and it was so beautiful I couldn’t speak. To this day, Jeffrey remembers, and he teases me about thinking his big bird was a magpie.
When I saw Toni Canady’s photo of a bald eagle in the Grant County Journal on January 10, I knew I would be making a pilgrimage. Mike and I had an anniversary right after that, so when he asked me what I wanted to do, my answer was clear. “I want to go to Grand Coulee and see if I can get some pictures of bald eagles.” Unfortunately, the only two eagles I saw were too far away to get a good shot. Word got back to Toni, and within a few days she provided me with a color photograph of the picture that appeared in the Journal. I asked Toni what went through her mind when she took this picture. Eagles inspire that feeling of awe in Toni, like they do me. As she took this particular photograph, she thought of her ill father-in-law, who loved eagles, and imagined he would have enjoyed being there with her. Shortly after this picture was taken, Toni’s father-in-law, Louie Canady, passed away. Toni has peace with it knowing he is now flying with the eagles. Those are the tender mercies I’m talking about. The ones that bring peace and meaning.
In a not-too-distant day, I will frame the picture of the eagle, alongside a picture of my father and part of a poem by Don R. Wilkins from Motley, Minnesota.
By strength of wing will soar on high.
My future yet to be
To glide beyond restricting Earth.
Eternity to see.
Monday, March 14, 2011
A Golden Touch
Grant County Journal
A Golden Touch
March 14, 2011
Written by Janet Warren
In Greek mythology, King Midas, who was a good king and a kind man is granted a wish. Thinking the economy of his kingdom could be improved with treasure, he quickly wishes that everything he touches will turn to gold. That wish doesn’t turn out too well for King Midas, as all of his food turns to gold and he nearly starves. Even his daughter turns to a statue of gold when he hugs her.
In today’s vernacular, however, the Midas touch is a good thing. It means an uncanny ability for succeeding in every venture, or a golden touch. When I was talking to Glenn Chamberlain last week, the story of Midas came to mind, but with some very important differences. Glenn has been successful at a myriad of undertakings because he recognized opportunities, thought them through, planned, and worked really, really hard. As his wife, Carolyn said, “When Glenn decides to do something, it happens.”
Glenn was in the Air Force in Bremerton but was transferred to Moses Lake in 1962. After four years there, Glenn and Carolyn, who were both raised in Bremerton, decided they liked living on this side of the mountains. Carolyn said, “We lost our webbed feet.” In 1966, Glenn was offered a job at the PUD in Ephrata where he obtained his lineman’s journeyman license. During this time, he became interested in beekeeping. He continued to buy hives and increased his business so it became a full-time job and he had to hire two people to help him. As Carolyn explained, “Glenn has always had two jobs and it allowed me to do what I wanted to do—stay home and raise our eight children.”
After eight years at the PUD, another opportunity presented itself. Glenn bought Enterprise Oxygen, a welding supply and industrial gas business. He decided he didn’t need three full-time jobs, so he quit the PUD. At the time he bought Enterprise Oxygen there were three stores. Under Glenn’s ownership, he grew it to nine stores and branched out into medical supplies. Glenn gives credit to his brother, Gary. “I could not have built such a successful business without my brother. He wasn’t a clock-watcher. If something needed to be done at 10 p.m., Gary was right there with me.” Enterprise Oxygen expanded into Spokane, Walla Walla, Pasco, and Yakima and Glenn got tired of spending so much time on the road. He has always loved to fly—so what did Glenn do? Why he got his pilot’s license, of course, and bought a plane.
A good businessman, like a gambler, not only needs to know when to hold ‘em, but when to fold ‘em, and in 1996, Norco offered to buy Enterprise Oxygen. Glenn knew Norco would come into his market whether he sold it to them or not and decided he didn’t want to become their competitor. He didn’t retire, he just went on to the next adventure.
The Chamberlain girls love horses, so the next episode begins with the purchase of an equestrian center in Spokane. Glenn does not do things in a small way. He began to show horses and actually won the 2000 world championship for Pleasure Driving (Gentlemen) class. Although he no longer shows, the Chamberlains still have six horses. Glenn said, “We have 25 grandchildren, and they need something to ride when they come and visit Grandpa’s farm—although the girls are the ones who like the horses. The boys like the 4-wheelers.” These are some seriously fun grandparents.
Carolyn had her own hobbies. She sewed clothes and decorated cakes. Even now she wonders how she had time to do it all while raising so many children. “Our children were heavily involved in sports and Glenn and I attended every game,” said Carolyn. Glenn, however, not content to sit on the sidelines, became a referee for Varsity football and baseball games. He also found time to serve on City Council for 11 years and as Grant County Commissioner for 4 years. Carolyn always stood beside her husband, supporting him, except when she sat behind him on the seat of a Gold Wing. In 2003 they joined a motorcycle club, the Gold Wing Road Riders Association.
Glenn and Carolyn are long-time members of Rotary International, and Glenn became interested in a Rotary-sponsored literacy program in Guatemala. In true Glenn-fashion, he jumped in with both feet. He made four trips to Guatemala to make sure the program was legitimate and that Guatemala was safe before he began to take Carolyn with him. They just returned from their 12th trip together. I asked Glenn if he had any literacy success stories. He told me about Magdelena.
Magdelena was in the literacy project, but in 8th grade her father died. So that she didn’t have to drop out of school to support her mother, Glenn offered to sponsor Magdelena, paying for her books as well as the money she would have earned had she dropped out of school. Magdelena recently graduated from high school, and because of Glenn her dream of attending the university has been realized. She rides the chicken bus for an hour each Saturday to attend the university. She starts early in the morning and takes five or six classes in a row. Magdelena teaches third grade every morning during the week and studies in the afternoons. Glenn offered to send her more money so she wouldn’t have to work and could take classes during the week, but this is not the custom in Guatemala. It is expected for her to work, so Glenn’s money goes for her tuition and books, and the $100 a month she earns teaching third grade goes to help out her mother.
One of the big draws for Glenn and Carolyn to keep returning to Guatemala is that the literacy project targets the Mayan culture, the poorest of the poor. These humble people are grateful to the Gringos who bring hope to them. Some of the children in the most rural areas Glenn visits have never seen a tall white man with white hair, and are drawn in fascination to him. The Literacy Project has grown over the years, mostly by word of mouth. Glenn and Carolyn return every February, at the beginning of the Guatemalan school year, to distribute books. During the rest of the year, Glenn has managed to find a few things to keep him busy.
I won’t leave you hanging about King Midas. He recognized his error and Dionysus, the god who granted him the favor, allowed Midas to wash away his magical touch in the river Pactolus which turned its sands to shimmering gold.
Glenn Chamberlain does have a Midas touch, but there is nothing magical about it. He looks at the world with a curiosity few possess, and he goes for it. He enriches lives because of it.
To learn more about the Guatemala Literacy Project, visit www.guatemalaliteracy.com.
A Golden Touch
March 14, 2011
Written by Janet Warren
In Greek mythology, King Midas, who was a good king and a kind man is granted a wish. Thinking the economy of his kingdom could be improved with treasure, he quickly wishes that everything he touches will turn to gold. That wish doesn’t turn out too well for King Midas, as all of his food turns to gold and he nearly starves. Even his daughter turns to a statue of gold when he hugs her.
In today’s vernacular, however, the Midas touch is a good thing. It means an uncanny ability for succeeding in every venture, or a golden touch. When I was talking to Glenn Chamberlain last week, the story of Midas came to mind, but with some very important differences. Glenn has been successful at a myriad of undertakings because he recognized opportunities, thought them through, planned, and worked really, really hard. As his wife, Carolyn said, “When Glenn decides to do something, it happens.”
Glenn was in the Air Force in Bremerton but was transferred to Moses Lake in 1962. After four years there, Glenn and Carolyn, who were both raised in Bremerton, decided they liked living on this side of the mountains. Carolyn said, “We lost our webbed feet.” In 1966, Glenn was offered a job at the PUD in Ephrata where he obtained his lineman’s journeyman license. During this time, he became interested in beekeeping. He continued to buy hives and increased his business so it became a full-time job and he had to hire two people to help him. As Carolyn explained, “Glenn has always had two jobs and it allowed me to do what I wanted to do—stay home and raise our eight children.”
After eight years at the PUD, another opportunity presented itself. Glenn bought Enterprise Oxygen, a welding supply and industrial gas business. He decided he didn’t need three full-time jobs, so he quit the PUD. At the time he bought Enterprise Oxygen there were three stores. Under Glenn’s ownership, he grew it to nine stores and branched out into medical supplies. Glenn gives credit to his brother, Gary. “I could not have built such a successful business without my brother. He wasn’t a clock-watcher. If something needed to be done at 10 p.m., Gary was right there with me.” Enterprise Oxygen expanded into Spokane, Walla Walla, Pasco, and Yakima and Glenn got tired of spending so much time on the road. He has always loved to fly—so what did Glenn do? Why he got his pilot’s license, of course, and bought a plane.
A good businessman, like a gambler, not only needs to know when to hold ‘em, but when to fold ‘em, and in 1996, Norco offered to buy Enterprise Oxygen. Glenn knew Norco would come into his market whether he sold it to them or not and decided he didn’t want to become their competitor. He didn’t retire, he just went on to the next adventure.
The Chamberlain girls love horses, so the next episode begins with the purchase of an equestrian center in Spokane. Glenn does not do things in a small way. He began to show horses and actually won the 2000 world championship for Pleasure Driving (Gentlemen) class. Although he no longer shows, the Chamberlains still have six horses. Glenn said, “We have 25 grandchildren, and they need something to ride when they come and visit Grandpa’s farm—although the girls are the ones who like the horses. The boys like the 4-wheelers.” These are some seriously fun grandparents.
Carolyn had her own hobbies. She sewed clothes and decorated cakes. Even now she wonders how she had time to do it all while raising so many children. “Our children were heavily involved in sports and Glenn and I attended every game,” said Carolyn. Glenn, however, not content to sit on the sidelines, became a referee for Varsity football and baseball games. He also found time to serve on City Council for 11 years and as Grant County Commissioner for 4 years. Carolyn always stood beside her husband, supporting him, except when she sat behind him on the seat of a Gold Wing. In 2003 they joined a motorcycle club, the Gold Wing Road Riders Association.
Glenn and Carolyn are long-time members of Rotary International, and Glenn became interested in a Rotary-sponsored literacy program in Guatemala. In true Glenn-fashion, he jumped in with both feet. He made four trips to Guatemala to make sure the program was legitimate and that Guatemala was safe before he began to take Carolyn with him. They just returned from their 12th trip together. I asked Glenn if he had any literacy success stories. He told me about Magdelena.
Magdelena was in the literacy project, but in 8th grade her father died. So that she didn’t have to drop out of school to support her mother, Glenn offered to sponsor Magdelena, paying for her books as well as the money she would have earned had she dropped out of school. Magdelena recently graduated from high school, and because of Glenn her dream of attending the university has been realized. She rides the chicken bus for an hour each Saturday to attend the university. She starts early in the morning and takes five or six classes in a row. Magdelena teaches third grade every morning during the week and studies in the afternoons. Glenn offered to send her more money so she wouldn’t have to work and could take classes during the week, but this is not the custom in Guatemala. It is expected for her to work, so Glenn’s money goes for her tuition and books, and the $100 a month she earns teaching third grade goes to help out her mother.
One of the big draws for Glenn and Carolyn to keep returning to Guatemala is that the literacy project targets the Mayan culture, the poorest of the poor. These humble people are grateful to the Gringos who bring hope to them. Some of the children in the most rural areas Glenn visits have never seen a tall white man with white hair, and are drawn in fascination to him. The Literacy Project has grown over the years, mostly by word of mouth. Glenn and Carolyn return every February, at the beginning of the Guatemalan school year, to distribute books. During the rest of the year, Glenn has managed to find a few things to keep him busy.
I won’t leave you hanging about King Midas. He recognized his error and Dionysus, the god who granted him the favor, allowed Midas to wash away his magical touch in the river Pactolus which turned its sands to shimmering gold.
Glenn Chamberlain does have a Midas touch, but there is nothing magical about it. He looks at the world with a curiosity few possess, and he goes for it. He enriches lives because of it.
To learn more about the Guatemala Literacy Project, visit www.guatemalaliteracy.com.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Real BFFs
Grant County Journal
March 7, 2011
The Real BFFs
Written by Janet Warren
Read any article on starting up your own business, and it will caution you strongly about doing it with a friend. Involving a spouse is pretty much a recipe for disaster. It’s a good thing Dick Moser and Brad Rushton never read those articles.
Back in 1984 the country was just coming out of a recession, although we didn’t know it yet. The official end of the recession was November of 1982. Would it surprise you to know that the official end of the 2008-2009 recession was June 2009? I’m not an economist, but I have plenty of anecdotal evidence that people are still feeling the recession in their lives now, and that is how it was in 1984. Those were scary times, and Dick and Brad weren’t real happy with their jobs. Dick worked for Dewey’s Body Shop in Soap Lake, and the work had pretty much dried up. Brad was a house mover, and there weren’t many houses needing to be moved in 1984. As they were eating lunch at Rushton’s Soap Lake home one day, one sentence changed their lives. “I hear there’s a glass business for sale in Ephrata,” one of the men said.
It wasn’t long after the eventful day at the kitchen table that Dick and Brad took over M & H Glass in Ephrata. “They told me if they did this, they would need a bookkeeper,” said JoAnn Rushton, Brad’s wife. JoAnn quit her job at Northern Steel where she had worked for 11 years and became the bookkeeper/receptionist/paint and window saleswoman and anything-else-that- needed-to-be-done person for the glass company. Dick’s wife, Kerry Moser, was happy with her job at the Grant County Journal and trusted the three of them to run the business.
Brad and Dick bought the company from Kenneth Holterhoff (the ‘H’ in M & H). He started the company in 1950 and later added a partner (Mulroon—the ‘M’ in M & H). Ken had the business up for sale for four years without a nibble until Brad and Dick approached him. Ken took “the boys”, as JoAnn and Kerry refer to their husbands, out into the field to learn the trade. When Dick and Brad found out Ken was still using hand tools to install window frames, they knew right off there would be some changes. Dick said, “Both of us are pretty handy about these things; we’re good at taking things apart and putting them back together…”
“Especially taking them apart,” Brad joked. Glass work came naturally to the boys and they added thousands of dollars of power tools almost immediately. They took over the entire business which includes paint sales and window sales, auto glass and home glass. Since they have been in business almost 27 years now, they figure they have done everyone’s glass two or three times. JoAnn told me that their prices are competitive, so there is no need to go anywhere else for glass repair.
M & H used to service Quincy and Moses Lake, but those towns now have their own glass shops and local support is so good that they limit their house calls to Ephrata, Soap Lake, and Coulee City. The auto glass work is done in their shop which they expanded a few years after they took over the business. Some of the things remain the same, however. They are still driving the 1976 Chevy van to haul glass, although it is now painted yellow. The outside sign is from the 1960s. JoAnn has tried to have it repainted, but she is afraid it might fall apart. Go take a look at it, it’s a cool blast from the past.
For those of you who have been reading my column, you know I like to tell the story behind the story. Can you guess what that is? Brad and Dick are closer friends now than they were when they started this business. They have been friends because of their similar interests since their days at Soap Lake High School. However, liking a person and starting a business in uncertain economic times with that person are two different things. It helped that they both have a really strong work ethic.
I asked Dick to tell me about the most difficult thing they had gone through in their 27 years in business together. I was expecting his answer to have something to do with money, but I was surprised. He told me while he was working on a project, he fell off a platform and did significant damage to one of his feet. He was in a cast for over 10 weeks. But it didn’t stop there. From that fall he also ended up having a disc replaced in his neck and a week later Dick found himself in the hospital with a lung embolism and almost lost his life. While he was telling me this story, he began to get chocked up with emotion. “It was because I had such good partners that it worked.” Brad and JoAnn took up the slack while their friend was recuperating.
“For our business’s 25th anniversary, we all went to Las Vegas. We had so much fun, I think we should go to Vegas every year,” said JoAnn. They close their shop for two weeks after Christmas, and “always on the day after Super Bowl, that’s a given” said Dick. “It’s one of the perks of having your own business in a small town. Most people say ‘good for you.’” When I asked about retirement plans, both Dick and Brad have voiced hope that a couple of hard-working boys will come by and M & H Glass will pass down to another generation. Until then, they enjoy their lives and their friendship.
The pessimist who said, “ ‘If they build it…they will come’ only works with baseball in a cornfield,” never met a couple of boys who built a glass company in Ephrata.
March 7, 2011
The Real BFFs
Written by Janet Warren
Read any article on starting up your own business, and it will caution you strongly about doing it with a friend. Involving a spouse is pretty much a recipe for disaster. It’s a good thing Dick Moser and Brad Rushton never read those articles.
Back in 1984 the country was just coming out of a recession, although we didn’t know it yet. The official end of the recession was November of 1982. Would it surprise you to know that the official end of the 2008-2009 recession was June 2009? I’m not an economist, but I have plenty of anecdotal evidence that people are still feeling the recession in their lives now, and that is how it was in 1984. Those were scary times, and Dick and Brad weren’t real happy with their jobs. Dick worked for Dewey’s Body Shop in Soap Lake, and the work had pretty much dried up. Brad was a house mover, and there weren’t many houses needing to be moved in 1984. As they were eating lunch at Rushton’s Soap Lake home one day, one sentence changed their lives. “I hear there’s a glass business for sale in Ephrata,” one of the men said.
It wasn’t long after the eventful day at the kitchen table that Dick and Brad took over M & H Glass in Ephrata. “They told me if they did this, they would need a bookkeeper,” said JoAnn Rushton, Brad’s wife. JoAnn quit her job at Northern Steel where she had worked for 11 years and became the bookkeeper/receptionist/paint and window saleswoman and anything-else-that- needed-to-be-done person for the glass company. Dick’s wife, Kerry Moser, was happy with her job at the Grant County Journal and trusted the three of them to run the business.
Brad and Dick bought the company from Kenneth Holterhoff (the ‘H’ in M & H). He started the company in 1950 and later added a partner (Mulroon—the ‘M’ in M & H). Ken had the business up for sale for four years without a nibble until Brad and Dick approached him. Ken took “the boys”, as JoAnn and Kerry refer to their husbands, out into the field to learn the trade. When Dick and Brad found out Ken was still using hand tools to install window frames, they knew right off there would be some changes. Dick said, “Both of us are pretty handy about these things; we’re good at taking things apart and putting them back together…”
“Especially taking them apart,” Brad joked. Glass work came naturally to the boys and they added thousands of dollars of power tools almost immediately. They took over the entire business which includes paint sales and window sales, auto glass and home glass. Since they have been in business almost 27 years now, they figure they have done everyone’s glass two or three times. JoAnn told me that their prices are competitive, so there is no need to go anywhere else for glass repair.
M & H used to service Quincy and Moses Lake, but those towns now have their own glass shops and local support is so good that they limit their house calls to Ephrata, Soap Lake, and Coulee City. The auto glass work is done in their shop which they expanded a few years after they took over the business. Some of the things remain the same, however. They are still driving the 1976 Chevy van to haul glass, although it is now painted yellow. The outside sign is from the 1960s. JoAnn has tried to have it repainted, but she is afraid it might fall apart. Go take a look at it, it’s a cool blast from the past.
For those of you who have been reading my column, you know I like to tell the story behind the story. Can you guess what that is? Brad and Dick are closer friends now than they were when they started this business. They have been friends because of their similar interests since their days at Soap Lake High School. However, liking a person and starting a business in uncertain economic times with that person are two different things. It helped that they both have a really strong work ethic.
I asked Dick to tell me about the most difficult thing they had gone through in their 27 years in business together. I was expecting his answer to have something to do with money, but I was surprised. He told me while he was working on a project, he fell off a platform and did significant damage to one of his feet. He was in a cast for over 10 weeks. But it didn’t stop there. From that fall he also ended up having a disc replaced in his neck and a week later Dick found himself in the hospital with a lung embolism and almost lost his life. While he was telling me this story, he began to get chocked up with emotion. “It was because I had such good partners that it worked.” Brad and JoAnn took up the slack while their friend was recuperating.
“For our business’s 25th anniversary, we all went to Las Vegas. We had so much fun, I think we should go to Vegas every year,” said JoAnn. They close their shop for two weeks after Christmas, and “always on the day after Super Bowl, that’s a given” said Dick. “It’s one of the perks of having your own business in a small town. Most people say ‘good for you.’” When I asked about retirement plans, both Dick and Brad have voiced hope that a couple of hard-working boys will come by and M & H Glass will pass down to another generation. Until then, they enjoy their lives and their friendship.
The pessimist who said, “ ‘If they build it…they will come’ only works with baseball in a cornfield,” never met a couple of boys who built a glass company in Ephrata.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sew What?
Grant County Journal
February 28, 2011
Sew what?
Written by Janet Warren
Growing up on San Juan Island, Shirley was taught to sew by her mother, who was also her 4H leader. When Shirley married Joe Reilly, her mother-in-law taught her some more things about sewing. The sewing instruction was passed down to her daughter, and Shirley served as her cooking and sewing 4H leader for over ten years. The sewing gene may have fizzled out, though, since Shirley’s daughter would rather drive a tractor than a sewing machine. Who knows if Shirley’s granddaughter will pick up where her mother left off?
I have heard the sewing gene may skip a generation. It did in my family. One of my daughters, Jodie, loves to sew and, believe me, she didn’t learn it from me. My mother sewed all the time, but I resisted being taught. After I was married, every once in awhile, my mother received a package in the mail from me with clothing that needed mending. And she did it—that’s the kind of mother I had. Now that my mom doesn’t sew anymore, luckily for my older sister and me, our younger sister, Sara, got the gene. Whenever the three of us are doing a sewing project, Sara gets a little impatient with Diane and me and takes over for us (just like our mom did years ago). Diane and I high-five each other, and the project gets done with Sara’s skill and our craftiness. At least we thought we were crafty—Sara has figured us out (“Did you guys just high-five each other?”) but she would rather get it done quickly than listen to Diane and me whine.
Shirley, however, always loved to sew and she got very good at it. She has done a slew of wedding and prom dresses. One of her most challenging weddings involved 18 southern belle dresses—the wedding gown, mother of the bride, mother of the groom, all the bridesmaids and flower girl dresses. Some of the dresses needed to be altered before the wedding because the younger kids kept growing.
Shirley made a crab and a salmon costume for Bellingham Cold Storage for the Ski to Sea Parade (Mount Baker to Puget Sound). They took first place that year. Hmm, was it the costumes? Shirley also makes trick riding costumes and has made a lot of horse show costumes.
Joe and Shirley Reilly moved to Ephrata in 1994 when Joe became the manager for Fekkes Dairy. He now works for Excel Dairy Services, servicing the refrigeration needs of all the dairies in the area. He is also the Dexter washing machine go-to-person since no one else on this side of the mountains knows how to service the dairy washing machines.
Shirley started out as the delivery driver for Cobies Dry Cleaning, and one day they asked her if she knew of anyone who sewed. “Why, yes, I believe I do,” said Shirley. Her Custom Sewing and Alterations business was born. She then began doing the sewing and alterations for all of Cobies pick up locations. There was so much work, they hired someone for the Moses Lake store, but Shirley still does the work for Ephrata and Othello. She now works for House Laundry, 259 Alder Street in Ephrata.
Nowadays, Shirley does a lot of zippers, hems, and mending. Instead of bringing in extra money, her sewing is now done with a deeper purpose. Every hem she adjusts and every zipper she puts in goes to support her husband’s medical treatments.
Joe Reilly, a type 1 diabetic, was put on kidney dialysis almost a year ago. He travels to Moses Lake to the Fresenius Medical Center for dialysis. This takes almost five hours each time, and he does it three times a week. 15 hours of dialysis on top of his busy jobs, but Joe doesn’t complain. The football season was the best for his hours of dialysis, but Shirley bought him a portable DVD player so now he watches movies if there isn’t anything on television.
Joe actually feels better now that his blood is being filtered through the dialysis. However, once somebody starts dialysis there is no going back. Joe was put on the National Donor Registry for a kidney, which has since been upgraded to a kidney/pancreas transplant. A person can be on the registry anywhere from six months to two years, and they just found out Joe is now really close to the top of the registry. This is a bittersweet time for Joe and Shirley, because they know that for Joe to get his transplant, someone has to die. Although a kidney donor can be living, a pancreas/kidney donor will need to be deceased.
I have been taking our dry cleaning to House Laundry for a year and a half now. Shirley is always so positive and upbeat, I didn’t have a clue what she and her husband were going through until last week. I was dropping off some dry cleaning and wasn’t sure who I was going to write about for my series on small business owners. I had a partial column, but needed something to fill it in with. Shirley, in her unassuming way, told me about her sewing business and then she asked me, “Would it be too bold for me to ask people to pray for my husband?” That got my attention because the columns where I have talked about Christian values are the columns I get the most positive feedback on. I know my readers will be thrilled to pray for Joe.
I got out my driver’s license to make sure there was a heart symbol with the word ‘donor’ on it. I may not be able to help Joe, but if something should happen to me down the road, I hope my family realizes how much I would have been honored to be a donor and help someone else live.
Thank you, Shirley, for sharing your story. Joe, be prepared for the phone call. There is strength in numbers and the good people of Ephrata are praying for you.
February 28, 2011
Sew what?
Written by Janet Warren
Growing up on San Juan Island, Shirley was taught to sew by her mother, who was also her 4H leader. When Shirley married Joe Reilly, her mother-in-law taught her some more things about sewing. The sewing instruction was passed down to her daughter, and Shirley served as her cooking and sewing 4H leader for over ten years. The sewing gene may have fizzled out, though, since Shirley’s daughter would rather drive a tractor than a sewing machine. Who knows if Shirley’s granddaughter will pick up where her mother left off?
I have heard the sewing gene may skip a generation. It did in my family. One of my daughters, Jodie, loves to sew and, believe me, she didn’t learn it from me. My mother sewed all the time, but I resisted being taught. After I was married, every once in awhile, my mother received a package in the mail from me with clothing that needed mending. And she did it—that’s the kind of mother I had. Now that my mom doesn’t sew anymore, luckily for my older sister and me, our younger sister, Sara, got the gene. Whenever the three of us are doing a sewing project, Sara gets a little impatient with Diane and me and takes over for us (just like our mom did years ago). Diane and I high-five each other, and the project gets done with Sara’s skill and our craftiness. At least we thought we were crafty—Sara has figured us out (“Did you guys just high-five each other?”) but she would rather get it done quickly than listen to Diane and me whine.
Shirley, however, always loved to sew and she got very good at it. She has done a slew of wedding and prom dresses. One of her most challenging weddings involved 18 southern belle dresses—the wedding gown, mother of the bride, mother of the groom, all the bridesmaids and flower girl dresses. Some of the dresses needed to be altered before the wedding because the younger kids kept growing.
Shirley made a crab and a salmon costume for Bellingham Cold Storage for the Ski to Sea Parade (Mount Baker to Puget Sound). They took first place that year. Hmm, was it the costumes? Shirley also makes trick riding costumes and has made a lot of horse show costumes.
Joe and Shirley Reilly moved to Ephrata in 1994 when Joe became the manager for Fekkes Dairy. He now works for Excel Dairy Services, servicing the refrigeration needs of all the dairies in the area. He is also the Dexter washing machine go-to-person since no one else on this side of the mountains knows how to service the dairy washing machines.
Shirley started out as the delivery driver for Cobies Dry Cleaning, and one day they asked her if she knew of anyone who sewed. “Why, yes, I believe I do,” said Shirley. Her Custom Sewing and Alterations business was born. She then began doing the sewing and alterations for all of Cobies pick up locations. There was so much work, they hired someone for the Moses Lake store, but Shirley still does the work for Ephrata and Othello. She now works for House Laundry, 259 Alder Street in Ephrata.
Nowadays, Shirley does a lot of zippers, hems, and mending. Instead of bringing in extra money, her sewing is now done with a deeper purpose. Every hem she adjusts and every zipper she puts in goes to support her husband’s medical treatments.
Joe Reilly, a type 1 diabetic, was put on kidney dialysis almost a year ago. He travels to Moses Lake to the Fresenius Medical Center for dialysis. This takes almost five hours each time, and he does it three times a week. 15 hours of dialysis on top of his busy jobs, but Joe doesn’t complain. The football season was the best for his hours of dialysis, but Shirley bought him a portable DVD player so now he watches movies if there isn’t anything on television.
Joe actually feels better now that his blood is being filtered through the dialysis. However, once somebody starts dialysis there is no going back. Joe was put on the National Donor Registry for a kidney, which has since been upgraded to a kidney/pancreas transplant. A person can be on the registry anywhere from six months to two years, and they just found out Joe is now really close to the top of the registry. This is a bittersweet time for Joe and Shirley, because they know that for Joe to get his transplant, someone has to die. Although a kidney donor can be living, a pancreas/kidney donor will need to be deceased.
I have been taking our dry cleaning to House Laundry for a year and a half now. Shirley is always so positive and upbeat, I didn’t have a clue what she and her husband were going through until last week. I was dropping off some dry cleaning and wasn’t sure who I was going to write about for my series on small business owners. I had a partial column, but needed something to fill it in with. Shirley, in her unassuming way, told me about her sewing business and then she asked me, “Would it be too bold for me to ask people to pray for my husband?” That got my attention because the columns where I have talked about Christian values are the columns I get the most positive feedback on. I know my readers will be thrilled to pray for Joe.
I got out my driver’s license to make sure there was a heart symbol with the word ‘donor’ on it. I may not be able to help Joe, but if something should happen to me down the road, I hope my family realizes how much I would have been honored to be a donor and help someone else live.
Thank you, Shirley, for sharing your story. Joe, be prepared for the phone call. There is strength in numbers and the good people of Ephrata are praying for you.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Love Thy Neighbor
Grant County Journal
Love thy neighbor
February 21, 2011
Written by Janet Warren
I’m tempted to call her The Bread Lady. She orders 30 loaves of frozen bread dough every two weeks so she can bake it and give it away. However, after meeting Marie Tasker and talking to her neighbors, I’ve discerned that it’s really not about bread.
Marie was born in Maryland and married Cortney Tasker, a coal miner, when she was 17. A few years later, in 1943, Cort was drafted into the army. He was discharged on Christmas Day, 1946, and mined for another year in Maryland. Cort met some men in the army who convinced him that if he moved to Washington, he could make a living on top of the ground, instead of miles underneath it mining coal. Cort and Marie took a train from Maryland to Chicago, changed to another train line, and ended up in Tacoma where Cort eventually learned the skill of apiculture. He became a beekeeper, which he loved. Cort brought his bees to eastern Washington to pollinate the fruit trees. He met the Bairs during the early years, and when he returned to Fife, where he and Marie lived, he told her stories of the Bair boys who were driving tractors when most boys their age in the East were riding bicycles.
Cort and Marie fell in love with eastern Washington and moved to Ephrata in 1990. They bought a house right across from Bill and Barbara Hewitt, which has turned out to be a blessing in Marie’s life. Cort continued to make his living at beekeeping until he retired a few years before he died in 1998. Even though Marie’s five sisters, who live on the east coast, want her to move closer to them, Marie can’t bear the thought of leaving Ephrata and not being buried next to her beloved Cortney.
It was through Dorothy Bair that I met Marie. Dorothy wanted to treat Marie and asked Glen to come with her to Marie’s house to perform some of his cowboy poetry and songs. Marie decided to turn it into a luncheon and invited her neighbors, Bill and Barbara Hewitt. Marie told Dorothy she could bring a friend, and I got to be that friend. After spending the afternoon laughing and getting to know Marie Tasker and her neighbors, I knew I would be back to spend more time with them.
A few weeks later, I met with Marie, Bill, Barbara, and Angel (their Shih-Poo). Many of you probably know the Hewitts. Bill Hewitt worked for the Bureau of Reclamation and after he retired, he served as a PUD commissioner for 10 years. He has also served on the Ephrata School Board and is now serving on the Senior Center’s Board of Directors. Bill practices what he preached to his children while they were growing up: “If you do things for people, there are great rewards.”
Barbara and Bill turned down many job opportunities in order to raise their children, Michelle and Greg in Ephrata. Barbara loved the close-knit community, and everyone was on the same page when it came to parenting. Once in awhile, however, life in a small town was a bit annoying. One day, Bill had a little fun sliding their car on the icy street with young Greg. Before he and Greg got home, someone had tattled to Barbara that “Bill isn’t doing right by your son.”
Greg and Michelle are both teachers. Michelle lives in Monroe, Washington, and has taken a break from teaching to raise her three children. Greg teaches at Parkway and has two children. The grandchildren are a big source of delight for the Hewitts, and they have shared them with Marie. Although Marie and Cort never had children, Marie collects grandchildren. Angel looks out for Marie and starts to dance when it’s time to go to Grandma Marie’s house. Lately, Angel has been guarding both sides of the street and has a different bark when someone drives into Marie’s driveway.
Barbara always checks Marie’s blinds in the morning from across the street. If they are open, it is a signal that everything is fine over at Marie’s home. Once when Marie went outside without a coat, Bill called from across the street: “Where’s your coat, Marie? It’s cold outside.” Marie retorted with, “You guys watch me too close.” Marie realizes she is lucky to have neighbors like Bill and Barbara, but the Hewitts feel blessed to have Marie as a neighbor too. Marie sent Bill home with a box of Barbara’s favorite ice cream bars, which Bill tried to hide. “It’s okay, Marie,” said Barbara, “I found them. There are only so many places you can hide ice cream.”
I believe Marie is in such good shape physically at almost 90 because she walks everywhere. She leaves a note for the Hewitts on her kitchen table so they won’t worry if they pop in and she has gone for a walk. Marie also gives so much of herself to other people. She hosts a Christian Bible Study every week, complete with food. She watches out for the Hewitts and other people in her neighborhood, and there is always a fresh loaf of baked bread as her token of love to her neighbors and friends.
A religious leader, Spencer W. Kimball once said that by serving other people, we put our own problems in a fresher perspective. “When we concern ourselves more with others, there is less time to be concerned with ourselves! In the midst of the miracle of serving, there is the promise of Jesus that by losing ourselves, we find ourselves!”
Marie has found herself. One of her favorite quotes is, “I am too blessed to be stressed.” Bill tells people he wants to grow up to be just like Marie. As I left Marie’s home, with my loaf of bread tucked under my arm, I thought to myself, “So do I, Marie, so do I.”
Love thy neighbor
February 21, 2011
Written by Janet Warren
I’m tempted to call her The Bread Lady. She orders 30 loaves of frozen bread dough every two weeks so she can bake it and give it away. However, after meeting Marie Tasker and talking to her neighbors, I’ve discerned that it’s really not about bread.
Marie was born in Maryland and married Cortney Tasker, a coal miner, when she was 17. A few years later, in 1943, Cort was drafted into the army. He was discharged on Christmas Day, 1946, and mined for another year in Maryland. Cort met some men in the army who convinced him that if he moved to Washington, he could make a living on top of the ground, instead of miles underneath it mining coal. Cort and Marie took a train from Maryland to Chicago, changed to another train line, and ended up in Tacoma where Cort eventually learned the skill of apiculture. He became a beekeeper, which he loved. Cort brought his bees to eastern Washington to pollinate the fruit trees. He met the Bairs during the early years, and when he returned to Fife, where he and Marie lived, he told her stories of the Bair boys who were driving tractors when most boys their age in the East were riding bicycles.
Cort and Marie fell in love with eastern Washington and moved to Ephrata in 1990. They bought a house right across from Bill and Barbara Hewitt, which has turned out to be a blessing in Marie’s life. Cort continued to make his living at beekeeping until he retired a few years before he died in 1998. Even though Marie’s five sisters, who live on the east coast, want her to move closer to them, Marie can’t bear the thought of leaving Ephrata and not being buried next to her beloved Cortney.
It was through Dorothy Bair that I met Marie. Dorothy wanted to treat Marie and asked Glen to come with her to Marie’s house to perform some of his cowboy poetry and songs. Marie decided to turn it into a luncheon and invited her neighbors, Bill and Barbara Hewitt. Marie told Dorothy she could bring a friend, and I got to be that friend. After spending the afternoon laughing and getting to know Marie Tasker and her neighbors, I knew I would be back to spend more time with them.
A few weeks later, I met with Marie, Bill, Barbara, and Angel (their Shih-Poo). Many of you probably know the Hewitts. Bill Hewitt worked for the Bureau of Reclamation and after he retired, he served as a PUD commissioner for 10 years. He has also served on the Ephrata School Board and is now serving on the Senior Center’s Board of Directors. Bill practices what he preached to his children while they were growing up: “If you do things for people, there are great rewards.”
Barbara and Bill turned down many job opportunities in order to raise their children, Michelle and Greg in Ephrata. Barbara loved the close-knit community, and everyone was on the same page when it came to parenting. Once in awhile, however, life in a small town was a bit annoying. One day, Bill had a little fun sliding their car on the icy street with young Greg. Before he and Greg got home, someone had tattled to Barbara that “Bill isn’t doing right by your son.”
Greg and Michelle are both teachers. Michelle lives in Monroe, Washington, and has taken a break from teaching to raise her three children. Greg teaches at Parkway and has two children. The grandchildren are a big source of delight for the Hewitts, and they have shared them with Marie. Although Marie and Cort never had children, Marie collects grandchildren. Angel looks out for Marie and starts to dance when it’s time to go to Grandma Marie’s house. Lately, Angel has been guarding both sides of the street and has a different bark when someone drives into Marie’s driveway.
Barbara always checks Marie’s blinds in the morning from across the street. If they are open, it is a signal that everything is fine over at Marie’s home. Once when Marie went outside without a coat, Bill called from across the street: “Where’s your coat, Marie? It’s cold outside.” Marie retorted with, “You guys watch me too close.” Marie realizes she is lucky to have neighbors like Bill and Barbara, but the Hewitts feel blessed to have Marie as a neighbor too. Marie sent Bill home with a box of Barbara’s favorite ice cream bars, which Bill tried to hide. “It’s okay, Marie,” said Barbara, “I found them. There are only so many places you can hide ice cream.”
I believe Marie is in such good shape physically at almost 90 because she walks everywhere. She leaves a note for the Hewitts on her kitchen table so they won’t worry if they pop in and she has gone for a walk. Marie also gives so much of herself to other people. She hosts a Christian Bible Study every week, complete with food. She watches out for the Hewitts and other people in her neighborhood, and there is always a fresh loaf of baked bread as her token of love to her neighbors and friends.
A religious leader, Spencer W. Kimball once said that by serving other people, we put our own problems in a fresher perspective. “When we concern ourselves more with others, there is less time to be concerned with ourselves! In the midst of the miracle of serving, there is the promise of Jesus that by losing ourselves, we find ourselves!”
Marie has found herself. One of her favorite quotes is, “I am too blessed to be stressed.” Bill tells people he wants to grow up to be just like Marie. As I left Marie’s home, with my loaf of bread tucked under my arm, I thought to myself, “So do I, Marie, so do I.”
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
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