All Over The Map: How Jefferson, King and Kitsap counties were named April 23, 2021 at 11:13 am Port Townshend, the body of water, was named by Captain George Vancouver in May 1792 and included a silent “h”; the community of Port Townsend was first settled by non-natives around 1851. (NOAA Archives) It’s time for the sixth installment of County Countdown, KIRO Radio’s seemingly neverending 13-part series about the origins of county names and county seat names in the Evergreen State. That’s right, we are nearly – but not quite – half way through, and our three counties for this episode are Jefferson, King and Kitsap.
174-year-old geoducks and other mysteries of Puget Sound history April 21, 2021 at 9:24 am Author David B. Williams at Richmond Beach in Shoreline; his new book is called Homewaters: A Human and Natural History of Puget Sound. (Feliks Banel/KIRO Radio) It’s been a transportation system and a source of food, and it’s a body of water that underpins thousands of years of history and culture in this area. And now, Puget Sound is the focus of an ambitious new history book. The book from is from UW Press and is called What’s now called Puget Sound – known as “Whulge” in the Indigenous Lushootseed language – was created by glaciers about 15,000 years ago. That’s a lot of history, and a lot of ground (or water) to cover, which Williams deftly approaches from several directions via multiple scientific and cultural disciplines. The result is a highly readable and enjoyable account that connects seemingly disparate threads and weaves together a complex mix of science and humanities that’s greater than the sum of its parts – much like Puget Sound history itself.
Obituary: His Royal Highness The Duke of Edinburgh | Updated: 13:07, 09 April 2021 Leading the Royal Family to church at Christmas, driving his horse-drawn carriage through the parkland and country lanes, hosting pheasant shoots and overseeing the management of the estate, the Duke of Edinburgh, who has died, aged 99, was a familiar and influential figure at Sandringham for decades. Shortly after the Coronation, The Queen suggested that he should take a key role in the running of the estate with its thousands of acres of arable land, livestock, forestry and fruit farm. It brought him into close contact with everyone who worked at Sandringham and whenever he was in West Norfolk he would be out there talking to employees and checking on how things were going.
Man’s best friend? Not quite Women have a dog sleep alongside, think of them as having souls By Erik Lacitis, The Seattle Times Published: February 26, 2021, 6:00am Share: It should be “woman’s best friend.” Anthropologists at Washington State University analyzed 8,000 descriptions of dogs interacting with humans in 144 societies of all sorts from the Toraja in Indonesia to the Tiwi in Australia to the Northwest Coast people. They examined writings mostly from the late 1800s and early 1900s, although one reached back to Imperial Rome in 79 CE. Dogs weren’t mentioned as being in the company of the elderly men of the Ainu indigenous culture in Japan, a researcher wrote in 1892. Rather, in small, tent-like structures, “the aged women of the village sleep in them and have dogs for companions,” wrote Smithsonian curator Romyn Hitchcock.
All Over The Map: Vanished shipyards connect Pacific Northwest and Boston February 19, 2021 at 7:21 am The Helen Foster was one of the last vessels built along the North River near Boston; this photo of the June 1871 launch is one of the only known images of such an event. (James H. Williams photo/public domain) Thousands of miles from the Pacific Northwest, a quiet, rural river near Boston was once home to bustling shipyards with a direct connection to the Columbia River. The North River is about 40 minutes south of Boston by car. It’s narrow, marshy in stretches, and meanders through the communities of Scituate, Norwell, Hanover, Marshfield and Pembroke in a part of Massachusetts known as the South Shore.
And then there’s the slightly choppy lake, its gentle waves washing up on the smooth boulders placed strategically along the sandy shore. On a clear day, you can see Toronto’s CN tower in the hazy distance. We stayed in a hotel that looked quite elegant on the outside but smelled of chlorine and musty carpet inside. The magical main street consists of fragrant soap shops, gelato cafes, bicycle rentals, wine-tour kiosks and colourful storefronts full of kites and wind socks and cotton T-shirts. But tucked away on a narrow side street, where the grass was slightly longer and not given quite enough water to keep it lush, and the waste can on the corner needed a fresh coat of paint, was a little bookstore.