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Lois Olson Remembered

“You just lost the best friend you ever had.”  That’s what a friend told me shortly after my own mom died some years ago.  Mrs. Olson, Jon, and Jim joined me at her funeral.  They’ve asked me to speak on their behalf about the memories we’ve shared of Lois Robertson Olson, who passed peacefully at home in Buckley just over a week ago.

My name is Bill Kombol and for half a dozen youthful years I found myself within the orbit of Lois and the Olson family.  I called her Mrs. Olson as was the custom growing up back then.  I’ll refer to her today as Lois, but to me, she will always be Mrs. Olson.

Their home at 2012 Fell Street was built in 1920 and owned by the Olson family for nearly 40 years.  This Jan. 20, 1959 photos is from King County Assessor records.

Lois was the mother of my best friend, Jim.  During those impressionable years, many an hour was spent at the Olson home on Fell Street.  We grew up in the greatest small town one could ever ask for––Enumclaw.  And participated in all that cozy community had to offer: Cub Scouts, kite flying, baseball, tire swings, fishing, Vacation Bible School (co-taught by our Mothers), bicycling, swimming at Pete’s Pool, poker, candy stores, movie hall, parades, and summer fun.  At the Olson homestead Jim typically played piano, Jon hung out, while little Kenny raced about. I soaked it all up.

In Enumclaw, Lois found the ideal neighborhood to raise her family. In her new hometown, she was quick to make friends which allowed her boys to develop lifelong friendships.  Their Fell Street neighborhood was very similar to where she’d been raised in Aberdeen with classmates like Carmen Ainsworth, her best friend forever.   Lois grew up in a close community of neighborhood and school friends – most notably her high school sweetheart, Ron Olson.

BFF – Lois Olson and Carmen Ainsworth.

Lois will always be remembered for her extremely positive attitude, inspiring quick wit, and great sense of humor.  Love, kindness, and patience were the primary means by which she taught her sons.  She avoided punitive aspects of parenting through delegation. “Jim, wait till your father gets home!”  That warning was directed at Jim far more than his brothers. While Jim learned lessons the hard way; Jon, who friends knowingly called “the Good Son,” learned by watching how Jim got into trouble.  All Mom had to do was let Jon see the punishment that fell upon Jim and Jon quickly vowed, “I’ll never do that.”

Lois also had a way of calling Jim out about his propensity for B.S. – that is his ‘Belief System!’ As she patiently listened to Jim share his dreams and goals, Lois sensibly reminded him of his habit for procrastination and declared, “Well, you can certainly talk the talk.”

Lois and Jim at a Seattle Mariners game.  Lois loved the Mariners.

Everyone wanted to be close to Lois and to have her be a part of their lives.  Jim remembers the time when one of Lois’s grandchildren mentioned, “I think the main reason my wife married me was for my Grandma.”  Everybody in the family fully embraced that sentiment.

Lois lost Kenny, her youngest son in 1996.  She lovingly cared for him at home during his final days.  The Olson family had the same opportunity, as they took care of Lois at home in her last days in the exact same way.

Jim, Jon, and Kenny always knew they’d hit the “Mom Lottery” with Lois.  In doing so, they chose the annuity option instead of a lump sum payout and enjoyed her continuing love through all the days of their lives.  Heaven will soon win that Jackpot when Lois Olson arrives!  It’s not a far stretch to imagine Lois telling God, “Just take care of everyone else. I’ll be just fine.”

Sweetness was her countenance and a smile was her charm.  The loss we feel today is great and will never go away.  It will fade in intensity and be replaced by the reflective glow of knowing she was a sacred part of our lives and that her spirit lives within.  So true to her memory, we should each in some way find the better part of ourselves.  Then take what is best and re-channel it, as Lois once did for us.  And by doing so, perhaps some portion of her goodness will be passed along to another.

Allow me to conclude with one of Lois’ favorite sayings:

Good, Better, Best.
Never let it rest;
Till the good is better,
And the better best.

On behalf of Jim, Jon, and the entire Olson family, thank you for honoring the memory of Lois.

Service: December 19, 2018 ~ Calvary Presbyterian Church ~ Enumclaw. 

The Olson family, circa 1987. Clockwise from left: Jon, Jim, Kenny, Ron, Lois.

Lois Olson’s Obituary

Lois Olson passed away peacefully at her home in Buckley with her family beside her on December 11, 2018.  She was 90 years old.  Born in Aberdeen, Washington on November 3, 1928, to James and Edna (Drake) Robertson, Lois was raised in Aberdeen, Washington and graduated from Weatherwax High School. Lois later moved to Enumclaw with high school sweetheart, Ron Olson, to raise their family.

She was a teaching assistant in Enumclaw and a caring homemaker, calling the plateau area home for 64 years. Like a true local she loved the Mariners and was a charter Seahawks ticket holder. Lois was an active member of Calvary Presbyterian Church, a Children’s Orthopedic Guild member, a master gardener, a member of the local quilter’s association, and a friend to all in her bridge, bunco, and canasta groups.

Lois is joined in Heaven with her husband Ron Olson, her son Ken Olson; and her brothers, Donald and James Robertson.  Those who continue loving Lois are her sons, Jim (Lana) Olson of Hoquiam, WA, and Jon (Bari) Olson of Buckley, WA, four beautiful grandchildren, nine treasured great-grandchildren ( who knew her as Grandma Great), along with cousins, nephews, and nieces.

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Kenneth Olson of Enumclaw died Dec. 14, 1995.  He was 35.

He was born in Enumclaw July 20, 1960, and graduated from Enumclaw High School in 1978.  After graduation, he toured with the America Sings group.  At Central Washington University, he toured with Central Swingers and sang at the World’s Fair in Knoxville, Tennessee.  He graduated from Central in 1983.

He is survived by his parents, Ron and Lois Olson of Enumclaw; brothers James Olson and his wife. Ruth, of Cosmopolis, Washington, and Jon Olson and his wife, Bari of Buckley; and by numerous nephews, aunts, uncles, and cousins.

A memorial service was held Monday at Weeks’ Enumclaw Funeral Home.  The Rev. Charles Lewis of Calvary Presbyterian Church conducted the service. Burial followed at Evergreen Memorial Park.

Memorials may be made to Enumclaw Aid Car, 1330 Wells, Enumclaw, WA  98022; or American Diabetes Association, 557 Roy Street, Seattle, WA  98109.

Kenny’s obituary appeared in the Dec. 20, 1995 Enumclaw Courier-Herald, page D-2.

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Ronald Richard Olson, a Marine Corps veteran of the Korean War, died March 25, 1997.  He was 68 years old and lived in Enumclaw.

Olson was born Sept. 23, 1928 in Aberdeen.  He worked for Dwight Garrett at the Garrett Enumclaw Company for 43 years, where he sold skidders for use in the logging industry.  He was a member of the VFW and the U.S. Marines Support Group, and was a charter member of the Evergreen Chapter of the First Marine Division Association.

Olson was an avid sports fan, and enjoyed following the Seattle Mariners and Seattle Seahawks.  He and his wife, Lois, were married 47 years.

He was preceded in death by his son Kenneth Olson in 1995.  Ron Olson is survived by his wife, Lois, of Enumclaw; sons James Olson and wife, Ruth Sholes of Cosmopolis, Washington, and Jon Olson and wife, Bari of Buckley; and two grandsons.  He is also survived by a sister, Esther Matthews of Aberdeen.  Funeral services were Saturday at Weeks’ Enumclaw Funeral Home.  Internment was at Evergreen Memorial Park.  Memorials may be made to the Enumclaw Aid Unit.

Ron’s obituary appeared in the April 2, 1997 Enumclaw Courier-Herald, page C-2.

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Jon Allen Olson passed away in June 6, 2020 at age 64.

Jon Allen Olson passed away peacefully in his home on June 6th. Jon was born December 1st 1955, to Ron and Lois Olson in Enumclaw and graduated in 1974. He married the love of his life Bari Heins and they raised their two sons, Johan Paul and Matthew, in Buckley where Jon was proud to serve his community as a fire fighter for 25 years. He retired from the Army Corps of Engineers after 33 years.

He cherished spending time and making memories with family and friends. He was a devoted Seahawk fan from the beginning. He spent his retirement continuing to create in his woodshop, playing with his six grandchildren, digging clams, flying kites, working in the yard, camping, traveling and relaxing at the beach with his beloved bride of 43 years.

Jon is survived by his wife Bari, son Johan (Mandi), son Matthew (Elizabeth), brother Jim (Lana), his six adored grandchildren and several nephews and nieces. He is preceded in death by his parents Ron and Lois and brother Ken. His determination to always do right, along with his kind heart and sweet smile will be dearly missed. People are encouraged to share stories of Jon in any way possible.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Buckley Firefighters Association 611 S Division St, Buckley, WA 98321

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Musings

Your Vote Counts, But It Doesn’t Matter

Elections come and go, but one peculiar fact remains – your vote counts, but it doesn’t matter – to the outcome that is.  There it is, I said it.  Leagues of Women Voters, good-government advocates, and the civically virtuous, precious right-to-vote crowd will gasp in horror.  But it’s true – your vote will be counted, but in nearly every election it won’t change the outcome.

Why? Because your vote doesn’t matter for any election decided by more than one vote. That’s an infinitely microscopic set of contests that few have ever experienced. And even if a contest ends in a tie, it will be broken by the flip of a coin.  But please, write avenging letters of rebuttal telling how your vote decided the 7th-grade class president contest or the All-Soiled Sewer District Commissioner position #3.

When election results are tight, lawsuits are filed, and votes challenged.  Some ballots will be deemed eligible despite not clearly complying with existing voting laws.  The real decisions as to which votes matter are made by judges hearing arguments over what improperly cast ballots should be tossed aside and which ones will be accepted.

So, why does every election, whether for school board or president find me completing a ballot and casting it as quickly as the laws of my state allow?  For those who haven’t arrived at the stage where hypocrisy becomes practical, here’s how I’ve squared the circle.  The sooner my ballot is cast, the more swiftly each piece of campaign mail can be recycled, with negative TV commercials and puff profiles ignored in their entirety.

Elections are like any social gathering – everyone comes to the party for a different reason.  There are as many motivations, as voters.  Partisans vote along party lines regardless of candidate competence hoping for impressive margins of victory and compelling mandates. Some are persuaded solely by race, sex, ethnicity, or attractive-sounding names or photos. Single issue voters are most easily motivated by fear. Others carefully review voter pamphlets as if studying the Torah, determined to pick the best from the mediocre by scrutinizing vaguely written policy statements. A few do it to avoid being shamed by their politically active friends.

All the while, the ballots of the least-informed are counted equally against the voter who’s watched every debate, carefully studied each issue, and thoughtfully considered the consequence of their choices.

Knowing all of this, I never miss an election and always follow my own set of biases.  Never vote for a candidate running unopposed.  Always vote against the prohibitive favorite, if for no other reason than to check their ego. Vote No unless presented with a compelling reason to vote Yes, except for confusing referendums when a No vote means Yes.

Here’s the real vote that should concern you – the ones made every day.  Rather than fret about elections whose outcomes you won’t change, why not focus on your most consequential votes – how you spend money.  Every dollar spent is a vote for the products and services you want.   Those votes are counted by the hour and create the economy and culture we collectively choose.  They constitute the key decisions that really shape our lives.

Be the change you want to see by considering what you buy and how you buy it. Those votes matter.

This editorial was originally published in the Oct. 23, 2024 issue of the Enumclaw Courier-Herald, where the author, Bill Kombol worked form 1969-1971 as the high school sports reporter under editor, Robert ‘Bud Olson.

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In the spirit of presenting both sides of an issue, I asked my schoolmate, long-life friend, and former Assistant Attorney General of New Mexico, Chris Coppin to prepare a spirited rebuttal, which he submitted as a Letter to the Editor at the Courier-Herald.

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Editor – I read with great interest the recent opinion piece by my long-time friend, Bill Kombol, and found his positions on voting and consumer spending to be short-sighted.

Voter turnout in America is low compared to many other countries and opinions like Mr. Kombol’s can only drive it lower. His position that your vote doesn’t matter because races are not won by a single vote fails to see the emerald forest for the trees.

While the outcome of this year’s presidential race in many states is certain, it is imperative that those supporting the losing candidate turn out to demonstrate the support they do have so future candidates can determine strategies to gather support in future elections. Remember, Ronald Reagan did not win on his first attempt to gain the Republican primary nomination, but his support was substantial and demonstrated his viability as a future candidate.

How close a vote is also sends a message to the winner. If they win by a large margin they may have a mandate to act on proposed policies. If there is insufficient support, compromises should be made. Other reasons to vote send important messages, such as split-ticket voting, voter characteristics, voter turnout, and voting trends.

As to Mr. Kombol’s argument that your economic choices are more important than voting, he cross-dresses economics as politics and it makes little sense to me. For example, I expressed my preferences by buying gas-powered cars but that is not going to stop politicians from forcing me to buy electric vehicles in the future. It does little good for me to buy bottle rockets to support our national defense. I must vote for those candidates who support my positions in the hopes my dreams for the future of this country will come to pass.

Chris Coppin
Fort Worth, Texas

Bill Kombol and Chris Coppin, circa 1983.

Post Script: I wrote in Chris Coppin’s name for President on my 2024 ballot.

Bill Kombol casts his ballot on Oct. 25 for the 2024 election.

 

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History

MLK Distinguished Service Award

Chair Upthegrove and Members of the Council –

Approaching the lectern to address the King County Council.

Way back in the fall of 1970, before several of our Councilmembers were even born, I was a high school senior in my hometown of Enumclaw.  I’d enrolled in the Humanities course taught by Mr. Worthington. He provided a good introduction to higher education.

During our section on ancient Greece, Mr. Worthington suggested that much of Greek philosophy dealt with answering four basic questions:

  • Who am I?
  • Where did I come from?
  • Where am I going?
  • What is the meaning of life?

He advised that we needn’t write these questions down as we’d be answering them for the rest of our lives.  That this particular high school lecture stuck with me is no doubt part of the reason I’m standing before you today – thankful for this award to which I was nominated by Councilmember Dunn, and appreciative of our shared passion for exploring and preserving the historical past.

Studying history is always about asking questions.  How did this award come to be named for Martin Luther King?  Why am I standing before a council of nine rather than three or 13?  When was this Courthouse built?  Who owned the land beneath it before 1851?

Did you know that if you go back just 20 generations in your family tree, about 600 years, there will be over one million couples whose actions led to your creation?  And if you add the 19 generations in between, your mom and dad, four grandparents, eight great-grandparents, and so on, the total is 2.1 million humans who unwittingly conspired to see you born.

Ponder that for a moment – an unscripted series of fate and chance, dates and rejections, marriages and divorces, unplanned births and sibling deaths.  Yet through it all, those 2.1 million people survived to procreate and punch their DNA ticket to the next generation.   How many saints and scoundrels, peasants or princes do we count among our ancestors?  Where indeed did we come from?

Malcolm Muggeridge, an English journalist once claimed that “All new news is old news happening to new people.”  The teacher in Ecclesiastes put it more simply, “There’s nothing new under the sun.”  What both were trying to say is that it’s all happened before.  But, what makes current news so fascinating in our lives is that it’s happening to us!

And George Orwell observed that, “Every generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before, and wiser than the one that comes after.” So it is a remarkable time we find ourselves in with Artificial Intelligence threatening to supplant the human brain, while some speak as if they represent the wisest generation humanity’s ever known.

This is why I view the past with a healthy dose of humility.  As John Stewart sang, recalling forgotten generations in his song, Mother Country, “They were just a bunch of people doing the best they could.” Maybe that’s who we are.

So, I go forward with thankfulness – for the parents who loved me, the aunts and uncles who guided me, the friends with whom I played, the teachers who taught and inspired, the mentors who encouraged, the jobs that tested me, and for those who corrected my errors.  And to my wife, Jennifer for the gift of children, as we now count ourselves among those 2.1 million ancestors who came before our three sons.

And I’m thankful for a previous Council who had the wisdom to rename our county after Martin Luther King, and relegate Rufus to the historical footnote that befalls most vice presidents.  And a heartfelt thanks to this body for your support to historical preservation, archive retention, the Association of King County Historical Organizations, local museums, and the 4 Culture funding that benefits them all.

I didn’t realize it when composing my remarks, but the Martin Luther King, Jr. quote I chose to conclude my remarks appeared on the back of my new medal.

In his new biography of Martin Luther King, Jonathan Eig speaks of King’s Radical Christianity upon which his dream was built.  So I end with a quote from our county’s namesake, that might be the answer to the queries those ancient Greeks were looking for.  Here’s how King put it, “Life’s most persistent and urgent question is this: ‘What are you doing for others?’”

Below is the video of my June 13 speech before the King County Council:

 

And next is a short broadcast produced by Kimberly Hill and Brian Starr for King County TV, as I showcase Black Diamond, Sherrie Evans, and the rich history preserved at its museum.

And finally, links to an Enumclaw Courier-Herald news story and the column, When Coal Was King:

Bill Kombol honored with county MLK Medal of Distinguished Service

https://voiceofthevalley.com/category/features/when-coal-was-king/

 

MLK Medal of Distinguished Service presented to Bill Kombol, June 13, 2023

 

 

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