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A 00,OETRY From the heart of lssaquah , (Home, Home on the Range" can be strummed softly in the background to accompany the verse, or if you prefer, whistling or humming is perfectly acceptable.) 0 h give me a home Where the tourists will roam, Where the kids and their families play. Along Lake 5ammamish Your troubles will vanish In the warmth of the blue summer day. To fish, swim and to sail Or follow an Issaquah trail. Are a few of the offerings The State Park, it brings, Entertainment that never will fail. Oh find me a place Where the hydroplanes race, Where water skiers abound. They frolic and romp To the Issaquah Stomp, Til the bright Autumn leaves tumble down. The creeks that run through our town, Mingle and meander around. While the Mountain Rainier, Framed by our valley so dear, More glorious a sight can't be found. Oh show me a land Where the shopping's as grand, With gegaws and goodies unique. Boehm's famous chocolate candies To the taste buds are dandies, Boehm's chapel has a special mystique. Breads, pastries divine, The Puget Sound Baking Company's a find Holding treasures of splendour, Gilman Village will render Ambrosias that are unmatched in kind. Oh observe with great glee, The birds flying free Like the gliders that soar in the sky. Buoyant parachutes unfold, 5o bright and so bold Like rainbows and soft clouds on high. Through the woods -- take a ride, Kelly's Ranch has mounts they'll provide. If you need riding gear, Brandt's Western 5tore is quite near, With fashions and tack side by side. Oh it just stands to reason To see the next season The Village Theatre's worked hard to prapare. Their singing and dancing You'll find most entrancing, Their drama's as bolcl as you dare. Tour the Darigold Plant, On butter, you'll get a new slant. The Fish Hatchery Has amazements to see, And the fingerling count is not scant. Oh here's the Northwest, And its folks are the best, As they celebrate Fourth of July. A down home reunion, A bluegrass communion, Fun on which you can rely. When the Fail' al its prime, Salmon Days festival's on time. Street fair, parade and games, You'll be glad that you came, Come join uM / That's the end of my rhyme. L inda Zaring When you find a place that you like too well, You will not get far from under its spell, Forever in wonderland, you wit dwell. Whatever the weather, it will be just right; 5tormy or calm, or cloudy or bright; Each change becomes a surprise or delight. The people have much to do with it, too, In making a place more attractive to you, They make the climate, the weather and view. When you find a place that you like too well, You will not get far from under its spell Forever in wonderland you will dwell. -- Christine Hailstone You walk downtown where the clowns in fat suits and happy colors walk by with painted smiles holding balloons eager to escape large gloved hands Cement curbs serve as sofas, welcoming strangers to your town You want to be a part of the festive mood you smile, stand and watch fire-engines, police cars, campfire-girls, boyscouts, horses in chiffon skirts and jingle bell necklaces, the Mayor, Miss This, Princess That they all go by. Somebody says "The whole town is in the parade. "" You look closer for the friends you knew. Once they were clowns too. You cannot find them. You keep smiling. When the high school band marches by playing "America, " you remember other parades, the flag, the twenty-one gun salute. It is the color of fall, summer warm, you want to laugh, clown around, while eating grape snow-cones and pink cotton-candy with friends. But you remember this is the month of his day of birth, you don't know the strangers in your town. You walk home, drag out of a cedar closet an old army blanket and take it to your place near the creek and watch the salmon strule up stream. --Bonnie W. Aldrich [ ssaquah, where the mountains touch the sky, where cool-blue streams, rush quickly by. Where wild birds nest, in a cozy place rest. In your orchard, doe-eyed deer feast, to find solitude and peace. Ancient homes, forevers,and, on this beautiful, cool-green land. Issaquahans love the land, love the peace, and let it stand. From family to family, the land's handed down, and built into a cozy town. No matter where one should look, you see a bird, a babbling brook. You see a mountain touched with snow, a baby fawn and mother doe. You see the homes, their owners old, old with time, but rich as gold. For they have found a peaceful fife, one with beauty, and not strife. Issaquah -- our lovely land, forever will its beauty stand. - Hazel Lawson I ssaquah is to me, all that I hear and see. This is my life, my community, my home, and it's special, without a dome. The birds in the trees, and flowers topped by bees. The fields of horses, and a town full of resources. And for that great pride, for Issaquah High. Even if they don't win, it doesn't mean they surely won't try! The Indians are known, for their go-go-go. And their drill team, sure will put on one terrific show! Enough about the school, but what is there to do? There's always the state parks, and a lot more I bet you never knew. Did you know-- this is a beautiful place to five? It's a great community, with a lot to give. There is a lot of wonderful sports, like soccer and baseball. Basketball and others, just give the Parks & Rec. a carl! Issaquah has a very unique country style. And as for the people, they go not without a smile. The best part of it all, is for you to be here. "'Welcome to Issaquah, " is what we'll cheer. Cilman Village, is furl of little shops. As for any other town, Issaquah is the tops!! - Noel Arwine lumping fight: My kfl,.woufd ben.gluef . I was.sure. I I around. Once the lrachu'te op .... y ..... "t It was ttme to jump. The aarenattn was pumping. I felt feel the wind, since you're going the same speed. There positively giddy, and a little scared. The pilot opened the door. The wind rushed into the plane. The rush of air felt delicously cool after the heat of the closed plane. Jamey yelled. I went to sit in the doorway of the plane. When I stuck my legs out of the plane, the wind grabbed them and flung them against the side of the plane. After a brief struggle, my feet were planted firmly on the bar on the outside of the plane. Jamey yelled the second commmand: "Get out there!" I grabbed the wing strut and stood on my left leg, my right leg stretched out behind me, head up, ready to go. Every muscle and every nerve was tight, waiting for -the slap on the leg and the shouted "go!" the signal for me to let go (jump you don't, unless you want to start tumbling backward, or hit your head on the wing). I had just enough time to sternly remind myself to count as I fell. Slap! Almost the instant he slapped my leg, I let go. I don't remember hearing him shout. In fact, I don't remember very much of the first few seconds at all. Jamey told us we might experience what he called "neural overload," where there are so many new sensations all at once, the brain just can't handle it. The next thing I could remember is a few seconds later, when I yelled to myself, "Count! Count[ Four, five.., check canopy!" I looked up. There it was, a perfect circle, orange and white, the steering vents in the back letting in glimpses of blue sky. My heart returned to normal as I realized I wouldn't have to put any of my emergency lessons into effect. was no sound. I couldn't even feel my body, unless I tried to lift an arm or a leg. The view is nothing short of spectacular. I couldn't quite see Seattle, but I did catch a glimpse of Bellevue, and Lake Sammamish was there in all of its glistening glory. Suddenly I remembered to check my steering arrow. A guy on the ground was directing me to the airfield. When I got the hang of using the steering loops, I was able to successfully divide my attention between the view and my steering arrow. I screamed once, out of a feeling of sheer exuberance, but it sounded so out of place I didn't do it again. All too soon my 90-second fall was coming to an end. The ground was getting closer. The whole concept of the earth's gravity pulling you down seems much more real when you see the ground rushing up at you like that. I put my knees and ankles together like a good girl, pointing them straight down, my eyes on the horizon. It was painful, so I knew I was doing it right. I tried not to tense up. WHOOF![ The air burst out of me as I hit ground, it wasn't bad. I stood up. I was intact. I hadn't even broken a fingernail! And I landed, if not in the graveled target area, at least close to it. I did the drudge work of picking up my chute and walked back to the center, ready to burst. People greeted me with cries of "How was it?" I just grinned wider (if that was possible) and replied "Great!" What can you say to people who asked what it was like? It's like no other feeling on this earth. I can hardly wait to do it again. ALL I/JERE B01:219 Ik) THL: E HOUSE -BUT IN DIFFERENT TOWNS OLIVER C.Ok)ELL, BORN IN OCT., 1887, IN QOAK, WA,,qH. PARL CO, ELL, BOI IN JULY 1890, IN OLNY, kAgH. RUBY tONE, EL, BORN IN DI=C.,1894, IH GILMAN, WAg/-/. HENRY CO, ELL, gOl I gIPT., 1898, llV IS..AOI.Ilttt, g/ASH. THE TOWN'S NAME NAS CHANGED 4 TIMES An item from "Ripley's Believe It or Not" shows the strange progression of the city name_ We're proud to be part of the Issaquah community. We're pleased to carry out our mission of biblical education from this beautiful campus high above Lake Sammamish. We're glad to join with all our good neighbors in welcoming you to Issaquah. Come On Up! We welcome visitors to our campus.., and it's something to see. Built in 1961 by the Sisters of Providence, the campus is internationally known, especially for its chapel windows. The 14 sculptured stained glass windows, created in France by Gabriel Loire, draw visitors from the world over. The Lutheran Bible Institute purchased the campus in 1979. To reach the campus, take East Sammamish Road [Front Street] north out of town for two miles. Turn right on S.E. 43rd Way and go up the hill for one mile. The campus entrance is on the left. Come on up any time. We'll be glad to show you around. From their study on this campus and through involvement in practical ministries in the community, our students go back into all walks of life better equipped to live meaningful lives with the ability to serve their fellow- man. Here the focus is on life itself. We turn to the Bible for answers. The LUTHEPAN BIE00LE , SEATTLE ' PROVIDENCE HEIGHTS, ISSAQUAH, WA 98027 [206] 392-0400