December 17, 2001
Letters to the editor
Power Ranger Blaster. I have been really good this year. I have helped an old lady across the street. I want to see my cousins Brian and Jessy. How deep is the snow up there?
I want a nutcracker please. I was a good girl this year because I helped my mom with the dishes. How do you get in a house if there's no chimney? Merry Christmas Santa.
For Christmas I want a babydoll for Christmas. I have been good this year by helping put up the ortament on the tree.
Are your raindeer real? Do you really have elves? Why do you drink so much milk and eat so much cookies?
I want a dinasaur set. I want a dinosaur set because I like dinosaurs. I also want a set that has trucks and tractors and the trucks can pull the tractors, please.
My brother wants a soft dinosaur toy. I was very good this year, because I listened to my mom and dad. I also did all my chores. How do your reindeer fly?
I want a drumb set, also I want a science box. My mom would like a ruby necklase and my dad would like a new fish net because he has been a good dad.
I help kids in my class and friends. I also listen to my mom and dad.
I wish for the big Nutcracker princess with the slippers, the necklace locket and the outfit. For Jessica and Julia I want two Nutcracker Barbies. I was very good this year. When Julia fell off of the bunk bed I gave her one of my toys and tried to make her feel better.
I would really like a Rescue Command Center with the Rescue Heroes.
How do you get all those presents to people in one night? Iwould really like that because I was good at helping people.
I would like to know why you have a beard. Why do you wear a red suit? How do you get down a chimney when there is a fire? One thing I would really like for Christmas is a dog. I would also like a bird and a cat. I hope you have a Merry Christmas.
I would like a Baby-Go-Boom. I would also like a Jammer Clam Barbie, Princess Barbie my size and the Nutcracker Barbies. I have been really good this year. I've been fighting crime.
Tree festival was disappointing for family
My family and I went out to participate in the lighting of the tree festival this year in Duvall, as we thought it would make a nice get-out-of-the-house activity. On this cold, rainy, blustery evening we sat by a small fire and sang carols nobody knew the words to and waited for the fire truck bearing jolly St. Nick. We had promised our 4-year-old daughter that she could enjoy a fire, see Santa and ride on a horse-drawn hayride.
The "parade" route was changed so we didn't get to see him on the truck, but that was OK. We watched as he walked down a black street to an unlit light pole and counted as he turned on the lights. It was a very nice, very bright tree. He handed out small and large candy canes, there seeming to be neither rhyme nor reason for who got which size. Again, that was OK.
But, then things turned for the worse. My husband, who recently had knee surgery, and I, with our daughter, walked up the wet hill to catch the hayride. When it finally showed up, everybody pushed and shoved, and the line that was there collapsed into a chaotic discord of those who just let everyone else push in. Nobody in the town of Duvall seemed to have any etiquette or even to know what the word meant. So we waited the 30 minutes until the next time it came by.
This time, it unloaded its payload down at the bottom of the hill next to the fire. We were neither informed that it was going to be down there, nor were we allowed any preference because we had waited up the hill for half an hour. By the time my husband and I and my child made it down the hill, the hayride was full and we had to wait again ‹ this time in the rain with no hot chocolate or hot cider. An official stated that yes, they had changed the pick-up site, but she admitted to not changing the signage accordingly. After the hay ride had left, we were told we would have to go up the hill again to catch it since the horses were having a difficult time making it up the hill.
By this point you can imagine my attitude. Twice we were told to stand in the wrong place, twice we were pushed out of a supposed line and now we were told to go back to the original place and wait in the rain again. Actually, we would have had to wait by the City Hall, but we weren't told that, either.
My husband and his hurt knee had already made the trip up and down the hill four times for that hayride. Then, the final time the horses arrived, we were told that we would actually have to walk up the hill to catch the horses that were at the bottom of the hill. They wouldn't even let my husband and 30-pound child take the ride up the hill. I realize the horses were probably very tired, but 180 pounds up a small hill was not going to hurt them as much as it did my husband. They finally agreed to take him and my child up the hill and offered me a ride up, too, but by this point I was so angry, I went and got the car.
To my horror, their ride lasted all of five minutes and consisted only of going up and down the main street of Duvall once. As we drove off, we noticed that the sign had never been changed. It was still pointing to the original site. I had to think of all those people who would never get to ride on the hayride since it wasn't equipped for handicapped people and what kind of hassle they would have gone through. My husband only had one crutch.
I am very seriously disappointed at how this "community" activity was put together and carried out. I would hope this was an isolated occurrence and that you typically have a better running system.
I love this community and hope to serve it in the future. However if this is the way Duvall treats its community, ALL of its community, maybe I should reconsider giving back to it. I would hope that we send a better message to our youth: Tradition and community mean a little bit more than pushing and shoving, more than "I" want, or more than it's cold let's go home. I wanted to give my child a sense of home, community, charity, solidarity, but maybe Duvall is not the town it once was. Too bad, I like it here.
Dawn Trybjorn, Eirikr W.L. Trybjorn, Hannah Caijsa Trybjorn, Duvall