tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30605468568478690052008-02-23T06:42:32.937-08:00Pike PlacePike Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384686804697980129noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060546856847869005.post-72580791839014459202007-08-04T10:03:00.000-07:002007-08-04T10:17:22.859-07:00Memories of Christopher Reeve...<span style="font-family:Arial;">Back when I lived in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Manhattan</st1:place></st1:city>, I had the privilege of meeting the late actor Christopher Reeve, whose life and courage has inspired so many of us.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 13.2pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The encounter happened after he had become known worldwide for his role as Superman. I was taking an acting class at Barnard, working on my undergraduate degree.<span style=""> </span>Christopher had studied acting at Julliard, which is about 50 blocks south of Barnard, at <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Lincoln</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Center</st1:placetype></st1:place>. His father went to <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Columbia </st1:placename><st1:placetype st="on">University</st1:placetype></st1:place> for a master's degree and his mother went to Barnard -- so there was a connection.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/RrSyNkOersI/AAAAAAAAACo/NZnpxEq3xa0/s1600-h/christopherreeve.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/RrSyNkOersI/AAAAAAAAACo/NZnpxEq3xa0/s200/christopherreeve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094893024595324610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">We got to class and the teacher announced that we would be having a guest instructor. The classroom where we met was a small auditorium with a raised stage. We students usually sat on the hardwood floor in circles, but today we were all facing the stage as our teacher made her introduction.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 13.2pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style=""> </span>We had no idea who the guest instructor was going to be. When this tall (he was 6'4"), good looking man walked across the stage and then sat down on the edge and smiled at us, it was kind of surreal. He said, "Hi, I'm Chris." Totally casual. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 13.2pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The girl who was sitting next to me hit me in the arm.<span style=""> </span>“That’s Superman!” she whispered excitedly. <span style=""> </span>I nodded my head, but didn't take my eyes off of him. It was really cool – he seemed to be completely unaffected by his fame. He told us how he got started in the business. He told us his fears about taking on the role of Superman </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;">– </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">that he didn't see himself as a super hero. He was really approachable; self-deprecating even, but at the same time he exuded an amazing self-confidence. <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 13.2pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">After he talked with us about himself for a while, he gave us an hour to ask him questions. We were all wannabes (after all, it was an acting class), and some people even asked him to get them a job in the business.<span style=""> </span>He was incredibly patient. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; line-height: 13.2pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">He encouraged us to dare to dream. He admitted that often in life it is who you know, but he said that if we had a burning desire to express ourselves creatively, then we should keep trying, no matter what.<br /><br />Years later, after he was tragically paralyzed, I saw that he did just that. He never stopped expressing himself creatively. He was truly a remarkable man. He is no longer with us (he died on Oct 10, 2004), but I can still vividly remember that day.</span></p>Pike Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384686804697980129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060546856847869005.post-79793945581292868672007-07-07T07:07:00.000-07:002007-07-07T07:25:47.022-07:00Pike Place & David CassidyFolks from the David Cassidy Downunder Fansite heard that he is the topic of discussion in a chapter of <span style="font-style: italic;">Pike Place </span>-- they posted that part of the book (Chapter 18) on their site: http://davidcassidyfansite.com<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/Ro-ftH5lC6I/AAAAAAAAACY/wax9O9BBTQ4/s1600-h/DavidCassidy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/Ro-ftH5lC6I/AAAAAAAAACY/wax9O9BBTQ4/s400/DavidCassidy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084458101888060322" border="0" /></a><br />To read the section of the book (part of Chapter 18): http://davidcassidyfansite.com/InPrintPages/Pike_Place_David_Cassidy_(in_Chapter_18).pdf<br /><br />The book mentions other singers from that time (early 1970s) including Bobby Sherman, Davy Jones, Jimi Hendrix, and Simon & Garfunkel -- as well as the first "Bumbershoot," which was called "Festival '71" back then (1971 was the first one -- it's been running continuously since then). For more info on Bumbershoot: http://www.bumbershoot.org/<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/Ro-hrn5lC7I/AAAAAAAAACg/ugzu-oqD8iI/s1600-h/Bumbershoot2007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/Ro-hrn5lC7I/AAAAAAAAACg/ugzu-oqD8iI/s400/Bumbershoot2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084460275141512114" border="0" /></a>Pike Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384686804697980129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060546856847869005.post-26574063544435548722007-06-20T09:22:00.000-07:002007-06-20T09:23:44.144-07:00Posters in Downtown Seattle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/RnlUYxkGpXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dcrqg8GDZmY/s1600-h/posterpole1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/RnlUYxkGpXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dcrqg8GDZmY/s400/posterpole1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078182839435306354" border="0" /></a>150 Pike Place posters all over downtown Seattle...Pike Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384686804697980129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060546856847869005.post-54967497481884331272007-05-09T18:41:00.000-07:002007-05-09T19:05:08.040-07:00Pike Place Logo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/RkJ4pQ67eTI/AAAAAAAAACI/9lT_CFOGtOU/s1600-h/display_dst%5B1%5D.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/RkJ4pQ67eTI/AAAAAAAAACI/9lT_CFOGtOU/s400/display_dst%5B1%5D.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062741581429963058" border="0" /></a><br /> The publisher sent me a scan of the embroidered shirts that they are creating. They say that it's about 11,000 stitches... Can't wait to see it!<br /><br />M.Pike Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384686804697980129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060546856847869005.post-56808129325664831772007-05-04T18:34:00.000-07:002007-05-04T18:38:51.438-07:00Pike Place 1911<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/RjvfnA67eSI/AAAAAAAAACA/fPbM0RVyxdE/s1600-h/PPM-1911.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/RjvfnA67eSI/AAAAAAAAACA/fPbM0RVyxdE/s400/PPM-1911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060884467635943714" border="0" /></a><br />Another great old photo -- this one is from 1911.<br /><br />Just about all horse-drawn vehicles here...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">M.<br /></div>Pike Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384686804697980129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060546856847869005.post-87618736678482201262007-04-30T21:00:00.001-07:002007-05-01T06:48:46.208-07:00Pike Place Dog T-Shirt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/RjcwTA67eRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3brkRMfJfa0/s1600-h/dog+t-tshirt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/RjcwTA67eRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3brkRMfJfa0/s400/dog+t-tshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059565809596856594" border="0" /></a><br />The publisher (Quarrystone) of "Pike Place" has created an online store of clothing and other things with the image from the cover of the book -- and also a new 100th anniversary logo. My favorite item is the "Dog T-Shirt" ...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />They are also creating T-shirts with the logo and sending to stores in Pike Place Market.<br /><br />M.</div>Pike Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384686804697980129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060546856847869005.post-50423409427342939552007-04-30T21:00:00.000-07:002007-05-01T05:22:08.623-07:00Pike Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384686804697980129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060546856847869005.post-87448352687994211002007-04-29T16:16:00.000-07:002007-05-01T05:23:45.976-07:00Pike Place Market<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/RjUoDQ67eOI/AAAAAAAAABg/tDnONxIuu_M/s1600-h/PPM-1915.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/RjUoDQ67eOI/AAAAAAAAABg/tDnONxIuu_M/s400/PPM-1915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058993792967473378" border="0" /></a>As the 100th anniversary of Seattle's favorite public market draws near, I will share photos and news stories of interest. Here is a photo from 1915 -- note the mix of horse-drawn and gasoline-powered vehicles! And, of course, the public transportation (trolley)...<br /><br />M.Pike Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384686804697980129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060546856847869005.post-27119807600691583422007-04-26T15:56:00.000-07:002007-04-26T16:00:19.516-07:00Pike Place -- Book ClubStarting next week, a Kennewick (WA) book club will be reading <span style="font-style: italic;">Pike Place </span>(thanks, Jackie!)<span style="font-style: italic;">. </span>Kennewick is one of the three "Tri-Cities" (the other two are Pasco and Richland). I can't wait to get their feedback!<br /><br />M.Pike Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384686804697980129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060546856847869005.post-62634865066295765352007-04-25T15:27:00.000-07:002007-04-26T10:35:47.514-07:00Pike Place -- StarbucksThere's a picture of the <a href="http://www.thedesertsun.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070423/BUSINESS/704230308/1003">Pike Place Starbucks </a>in Monday's (4/23/07) <span style="font-style: italic;">Desert Sun </span>(Palm Springs, CA) -- the caption says that they've kept the store as it was in the beginning.<br /><br />Click on the photo of the girl (who's name is "Bobbie" -- just like the character "Bobbi" in the book).<br /><br />You can just picture the first proprietor, history teacher <a href="http://www.groovydude.net/starbucks-collectibles-history-trivia">Zev Siegl</a> (one of the three founders of Starbucks), standing behind the counter...<br /><br />From the novel, <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.pikeplace.info/">Pike Place</a>:</span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 24pt; line-height: 13pt; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We couldn’t afford to buy lunch for all of us at the market, but my mom had packed apples for us to eat on the way home.<span style=""> </span>As we were making our way back to our parking space, we came upon a store that smelled of fresh coffee.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 24pt; line-height: 13pt; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">“Oh, Daddy – let’s go into this store,” my mom said.<span style=""> </span>“It smells so good.”<span style=""> </span>And it did smell good.<span style=""> </span>We all filed into the store and Scottie and I were quick to notice that they were giving out small cups of coffee to sample.<span style=""> </span>We quickly lined up to get our free cup.<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 24pt; line-height: 13pt; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">“Is it okay with your parents for you kids to sample coffee?” asked the guy standing behind the counter.<span style=""> </span>He was wearing a white apron with the word ‘Zev’ stitched on it.<span style=""> </span>We weren’t sure if he was mad at us or if that’s the way he always sounded.<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 24pt; line-height: 13pt; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">“I think it’s okay.<span style=""> </span>They let us have it at home,” I said, looking back at my parents.<span style=""> </span>My mother was on the other side of the shop, looking at some fancy coffee machines that were lined up on the shelves.<span style=""> </span>My dad was intrigued by a bunch of boat stuff that was on another wall.<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 24pt; line-height: 13pt; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">“Hey, folks.<span style=""> </span>Is it okay with you if I give your kids a sample of one of our richest, dark-roasted coffees?” Zev called out to our parents.<span style=""> </span>Both my mom and dad looked a bit embarrassed for a moment, but as they walked over to talk to the coffee guy, the smile on his face seemed to put them at ease.<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 24pt; line-height: 13pt; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">“Is it okay with you?” my mother asked him tentatively.<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 24pt; line-height: 13pt; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">“Sure, it’s fine with me.<span style=""> </span>Gotta start ‘em off on the good stuff, right?”<span style=""> </span>Zev laughed to himself.<span style=""> </span>“Here.<span style=""> </span>Why don’t the two of you try some of this brew?<span style=""> </span>We just roasted these beans about an hour ago.”<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 24pt; line-height: 13pt; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">My parents were only too thrilled to sample the rich-smelling coffee, and they accepted the small cups and blew on them for a minute before they each took a sip.<span style=""> </span>They drank their coffee black; we, on the other hand put three cubes of sugar each into our little paper cups, along with a hefty portion of cream.<span style=""> </span>As we walked away from the counter, I saw Scottie grab two more cubes and put them in his pocket to suck on later.<span style=""> </span>I wished that he had grabbed some for me.<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 24pt; line-height: 13pt; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">“Wow,” my dad said, “this is good coffee!”<span style=""> </span>My mom nodded her head in agreement.<span style=""> </span>Scottie and I took a sip.<span style=""> </span>It was different – strong, but with a slightly bitter aftertaste.<span style=""> </span>I liked it, but not as much as I liked my mom’s coffee.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 24pt; line-height: 13pt; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">“Bobbi, come here,” Scottie whispered.<span style=""> </span>“Look at this,” he giggled.<span style=""> </span>Scottie was looking at a painting of a mermaid on the window in the front of the shop.<span style=""> </span>The mermaid was buck naked and her mermaid tail was split in two.<span style=""> </span>She was holding both ends of the tail with out-stretched arms.<span style=""> </span>Scottie was staring right at her bare breasts.<span style=""> </span>I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the window and told him to close his eyes.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 24pt; line-height: 13pt; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"That's disgusting," I said, but he just grinned at me. I frowned back. "Scott Johnson," I said, "sometimes I worry about you."<br /></span></p><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:12;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /><br /></span>M.Pike Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384686804697980129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060546856847869005.post-27644004338092073542007-04-24T18:11:00.000-07:002007-04-25T19:54:32.925-07:00Pike Place -- Ad<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/Ri6rlQ67eNI/AAAAAAAAABY/UHBRXL-fmCo/s1600-h/Pike+Place+Ad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/Ri6rlQ67eNI/AAAAAAAAABY/UHBRXL-fmCo/s320/Pike+Place+Ad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057168088269289682" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Pike Place ads start May 1, 2007.Pike Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384686804697980129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060546856847869005.post-64944958767983109862007-04-23T15:33:00.000-07:002007-04-23T15:49:35.791-07:00Pike Place InterviewI just did an interview for a Seattle newspaper; I'm not sure when it will run, but here is the draft:<br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="">New Novel:<i style=""> <st1:street st="on">Pike Place</st1:street><o:p></o:p></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="">Inte</span></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/Ri01lMAS99I/AAAAAAAAABQ/nSSuYKnlkdI/s1600-h/Marilyn_Howard_Tschudi_photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 109px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/Ri01lMAS99I/AAAAAAAAABQ/nSSuYKnlkdI/s320/Marilyn_Howard_Tschudi_photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056756869600835538" border="0" /></a><b style=""><span style="">rview with the Author</span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Pike Place Market is to <st1:city st="on">Seattle</st1:city> what the Mercato del Pesce al Minuto is to <st1:city st="on">Venice</st1:city> or the Tsukiji Market is to <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Tokyo</st1:city></st1:place>.<span style=""> </span>The market plays a significant role in describing the rich culture of <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Seattle</st1:city></st1:place> to audiences around the world, from film <i style="">(Sleepless in Seattle </i>and <i style="">A Guy Thing) </i>to television <i style="">(Grey’s Anatomy </i>and <i style="">Frasier)</i> to art <i style="">(<st1:street st="on">Pike Place</st1:street> </i>by Thomas Kinkade).<span style=""> </span>And now, <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Seattle</st1:place></st1:city>’s oldest public market is part of the new novel, <st1:street st="on"><i style="">Pike Place</i></st1:street><i style="">.<span style=""> </span></i>The book opens by inviting the reader in: <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">It had been a while since I rambled across the cobblestone streets of downtown <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Seattle</st1:place></st1:city>.<span style=""> </span>I was early, so I took my time and allowed myself to be drawn with the crowd into <st1:street st="on">Pike Place</st1:street> Market.<span style=""> </span>Stall after stall was laden with a Thanksgiving harvest:<span style=""> </span>apples and peaches, asparagus, potatoes, pumpkins, early-winter squash, and – of course – the day’s catch.<span style=""> </span>Besides halibut, prawns, and Dungeness crab, I saw at least five types of salmon: Chinook, Sockeye, Coho, Pink, and Chum.<span style=""> </span>That’s what I wanted for lunch, the Chum.<span style=""> </span>In just a few minutes, I would be meeting my family at Café Sport, a new restaurant that everyone was talking about.<span style=""> </span>It was good to be home. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We caught up with the book’s author, Marilyn Howard Tschudi, and asked her about <i style="">Pike Place</i> and about growing up in <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Washington</st1:place></st1:state>. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">PPMN</span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;">:<span style=""> </span>Tell us a little about the novel, <st1:street st="on"><i style="">Pike Place</i></st1:street><i style="">. <o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">Marilyn</span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;">: I wanted to write a story where the characters face the good and the bad in life, and how people and places play such an important role in maintaining a sense of well-being.<span style=""> </span>When I was planning the setting for the novel, I decided to draw on my own experiences.<span style=""> </span>So I chose two <st1:state st="on">Washington</st1:state> cities, <st1:city st="on">Richland</st1:city> in the eastern part of the state, and <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Seattle</st1:place></st1:city>. <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">PPMN: </span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""> </span>Those cities are quite different, aren’t they?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">Marilyn: </span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Yes, <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Richland</st1:place></st1:city> was a town that was instantly created in World War II to house the engineers who were working on the Manhattan Project which, of course, produced plutonium for the first nuclear bomb.<span style=""> </span>But no one really knew about <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Richland</st1:place></st1:city>.<span style=""> </span>In fact, back then, if you wanted to send a letter to one of the families in <st1:city st="on">Richland</st1:city>, they had a <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Seattle</st1:place></st1:city> address.<span style=""> </span>And then the Army would drive the letters and packages from <st1:city st="on">Seattle</st1:city> to <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Richland</st1:place></st1:city>.<span style=""> </span>Over the years, <st1:city st="on">Richland</st1:city> has grown, but it’s still only a fraction of the size of <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Seattle</st1:place></st1:city>. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">PPMN</span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;">:<span style=""> </span>In the book, the characters are zipping around <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Seattle</st1:place></st1:city> on their mini bikes.<span style=""> </span>It’s hard to imagine a rural <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Seattle</st1:place></st1:city>… <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">Marilyn: </span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;">In the early 1970s, there were many wooded areas within the <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Seattle</st1:place></st1:city> city limits.<span style=""> </span>But the kids in the story soon realize that things are less safe in bigger towns.<span style=""> </span>In one part of the book, some local boys break into the family’s garage to try to steal their mini bikes.<span style=""> </span>The main character, a ten-year-old girl, is furious when her father doesn’t call the police. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">PPMN: </span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""> </span>But they do call the police when something else happens, right?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">Marilyn: </span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""> </span>When the oldest sister disappears on her way to an after-school job at the local Burger King, the family waits and then calls the Seattle Police Department.<span style=""> </span>Since most crimes are sudden and unexpected, at first they are just stunned and expect her to walk in the door at any moment.<span style=""> </span>But when days turn into weeks, they have to learn how to cope with the pain, but keep on living.<span style=""> </span>That’s when they decide to have a birthday campout for one of the other sisters, right on the shores of the Puget.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">PPMN: </span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""> </span>The kids dig for geoducks. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">Marilyn: </span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""> </span>Most people outside the <st1:place st="on">Pacific Northwest</st1:place> have never heard about geoducks, so I included it in the story.<span style=""> </span>And, since the geoduck has few natural predators besides man, I was able to use it as a metaphor to describe the loss of innocence.<span style=""> </span>The kids never find a geoduck, but they have a great time clam-digging. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">PPMN:<span style=""> </span></span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;">You set the book in 1971.<span style=""> </span>What are some of the things in the story that are specific to <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Seattle</st1:place></st1:city> in 1971?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">Marilyn:<span style=""> </span></span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;">There was a wealth of history to draw upon.<span style=""> </span><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Seattle</st1:place></st1:city>’s own Jimi Hendrix had just passed away at the age of thirty.<span style=""> </span>The first Bumbershoot was held, although back then it was called Festival ’71.<span style=""> </span>Musicians that the main character liked were Davy Jones, Bobby Sherman and David Cassidy.<span style=""> </span>Her older sister, of course, was listening to Bread.<span style=""> </span>And probably the most famous <st1:street st="on">Pike Place</st1:street> business, Starbucks, had its first shop a few steps away, on <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Western Avenue</st1:address></st1:street>.<span style=""> </span>In the book, the whole family stops at the small shop on their way back to the car: <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">“How would you like to buy a pound of some of these freshly roasted coffee beans?<span style=""> </span>And could I interest you in a coffee grinder, or do you two already have one at home?”<span style=""> </span>Zev asked.<span style=""> </span>I guess he wanted us to buy something; after all, we had just drunk eight cups of his coffee, for free.<span style=""> </span>My mother looked interested, but then she noticed the price. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">“A dollar and seventy-five cents for a pound of coffee?”<span style=""> </span>she whispered to Daddy.<span style=""> </span>“I can get five pounds of Maxwell House for that on sale at Safeway!”<span style=""> </span>My father put his arm around her shoulder and then smiled at the man behind the counter. <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">“I think we’ll pass today,” my dad said politely.<span style=""> </span>“This was sure good coffee, though.<span style=""> </span>Thank you for the samples, Zev.”<span style=""> </span>Daddy always used a person’s name when he talked to them.<span style=""> </span>I liked that about him.<span style=""> </span>The man just nodded his head and looked over my dad’s shoulder at the next person in line.<span style=""> </span>We followed my parents out of the store, and I stole another look at the logo on the window.<span style=""> </span>The name of the store was spelled out around the naked mermaid.<span style=""> </span>It said ‘Starbucks’.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">“That store will not be able to stay in business,” my mom declared emphatically. “Can you imagine charging a dollar-seventy-five for a pound of coffee?”<span style=""> </span>My dad just hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><i style=""><span style="">“I like your coffee best, anyway, Sweetheart.”<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">PPMN:<span style=""> </span></span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;">This sounds like a delightful book.<span style=""> </span>When is it coming out? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="">Marilyn: </span></b></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""> </span>The publisher thought that it would be fitting to release <i style="">Pike Place</i> on the one-hundredth anniversary of the market, on August 17, 2007.<span style=""> </span>They’re sending advance copies to all the Seattle-area libraries in July, so people can read the book before then.<span style=""> </span>We’re looking forward to a great summer in Downtown Seattle. <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 13.2pt;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">###</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span>Pike Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384686804697980129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060546856847869005.post-47542610895837562602007-04-22T22:19:00.000-07:002007-04-23T15:28:20.143-07:00"Pike Place" novel -- galley proofs<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/RixFbMAS94I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4AUR37sR-9g/s1600-h/BookCover6G.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056492815011477378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fz42JmaqK3s/RixFbMAS94I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4AUR37sR-9g/s200/BookCover6G.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Welcome to the Pike Place blog! The release date of <em>Pike Place </em>has been set: August 17, 2007 -- which is the 100th anniversary of Seattle's Pike Place Market. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We looked over the galley proofs this weekend and the book is about ready to go to print. We double-checked the chronology, which seems to be straightforward, but is a little tricky. The book opens in Pike Place Market in 1985, then goes back to 1971 and 1972 Richland and Seattle, Washington, and then ends where it started. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The cover has really come alive, especially with the adding of the pine trees behind the famous Public Market sign. We watched <em>Sleepless in Seattle</em> last week, and Tom Hanks and Rob Reiner walk down the street toward this sign -- the sign is also used in several episodes of <em>Grey's Anatomy.<br /><br /></em> </div><div> </div><div>Even though I grew up in Washington, I'm learning more about it each day. In the coming days/weeks/months -- up to the release of <em>Pike Place </em>-- and then after it, I will share some of the interesting things that I uncover from the past as well as new things discovered each day about Seattle, Pike Place Market, and the wonderful Pacific Northwest. </div><div> </div><div>M.</div><div></div><br /><div></div>Pike Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384686804697980129noreply@blogger.com