News Friday that Hostess Brands Inc., would be liquidating caused a run on Twinkies at the Wonder Hostess Outlet in Bremerton.

Manager Jean Price said her entire supply of the familiar oblong cakes with the pearly white filling was cleaned out by a single customer shortly after she opened up. Other Hostess goodies, too, were in high demand. All morning Donettes, Ho Hos, CupCakes, SnoBalls and Zingers were flying off the shelves at a steady clip.

“We’re all mourning,” said Linda Murphy of Bremerton. “I just got the last cherry pie. Look, I can hand this down to my grandchildren.”

You can read more about the closing of the outlet store, that has operated off Kitsap Way (behind Burger King) since 1962 in story to be posted soon at kitsapsun.com.

In the meantime, here’s a little Hostess history from the company’s website.
1901: Hostess established as a sweet goods baker.

1919: Hostess CupCakes (yes, that’s no typo) become the “best-selling snack cakes in history.” Not to take anything from the CupCake, but I wonder if that was because the history of commercially produced snack cakes was fairly limited at the time.

The website goes on,” It wasn’t until over 30 years later that baker Doc Rice added the signature 7 squiggles and vanilla-crème filling.” Varieties eventually included Chocolate, Golden, Orange and Strawberry.

1930: The Twinkie makes its debut. Invented by James Dewar (aka “Grandpa Twinkie”) in Schiller Park, Ill., the Twinkie was inspired by an ad for “Twinkle Toe” shoes. The treat sold two-for-a-nickel. Production at one point reached more than 500 million Twinkies per year. In 1999 President Bill Clinton included Twinkies in the millennium time capsule.

1947: Hostess SnoBalls join the line-up. The original SnoBalls were a white marshmallow and shredded coconut covered chocolate cake. Three years later the crème filling was added. Soon after SnoBalls were dyed the famous pink.

In the 1960s, other popular products were introduced, including Suzy Q’s (1961), named after the daughter of a company executive, Fruit Pies (1965), Ding Dongs and Ho Hos (both in 1967).

In 2007, the company bowed to the wave of anti-obesity zeal sweeping the country, with the introduction of “100-Calorie Packs.” Was this a good idea? You be the judge, but I say anyone in the mood for a good Hostess high is not counting calories. This may have been the beginning of the end for Hostess.

In 2010, Hostess followed with “better-for-you Smart Bakes line of muffins and streusel cakes” with whole grains and fiber.

I rest my case.

To some, the preferred method for eating a Twinkie is breaking it and licking the creme filling from either side. Some like to squeeze the filling out, kind of like popping a zit.

Don Gonzalez of Port Orchard has a more manly style. “I just shove it in,” he said.

How do you eat a Twinkie? And what’s your favorite Hostess cake? Take our poll on the Kitsap Sun.

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When you’ve lived a century (or more), there’s not a lot you need. There I go painting with a broad brush, but in my experience with centenarians, I’ve found most have the art of living down to a fine science that requires few material trappings.

Oh, sure, there are always folks like centenarian Seahawks fan Alice Schindler, who might like a 12th man jersey in the team’s new colors, to prove me wrong. But most of the centenarians I’ve met are pretty content with the basics: food, fun, family (including caregivers, who often count as extended family), and the bliss of as many afternoon naps as they damn well please.

Earlier this week, we got an email from Rosheil Periquet Che, asking if we’d publish notice of her grandfather’s 100th birthday. Felicisimo Buen of Port Orchard, born in the Philippines, served in the U.S. Merchant Marine and grew berries on a South Kitsap farm much of his life. “Felix” and his late wife Elnora had no biological children, but were grandparents to Che and her cousins. Buen was, “the only living grandfather in my life, helped raise me since 3 months old, and has given me a lifetime of memories growing up in his farm, which served as a playground for my cousins and me,” Che said.

Buen, who farmed into his late 80s, turns 100 on Sunday. His family attributes his strong constitution to his habit of eating the same breakfast meal each day, consisting of a mug of hot water, one hard boiled egg, and a piece of toast.

“I find that nothing can be purchased for this special occasion to show my appreciation and love,” said Che, who asked where and how the story of her grandfather’s life could be published in the Kitsap Sun. (Stay tuned for instructions.)

We get a surprising number of inquiries about people turning 100, and there are more joining the centenarian club all the time it seems. According to a 2011 report from the U.S. Census, there were
53,364 centenarians in 2010, a 5.8 percent increase from 2000. Of the total U.S. population in 2010, 1 out of every 5,786 people was a centenarian; 82.8 percent were female; only 32.3 percent lived in skilled care facilities. Meaning about two-thirds of the 100+ population remain relatively independent.

So many Kitsap residents now reach 100, that we don’t do feature-length stories on all of them. We did write about Emma Otis, a “supercentenarian” who turned 110 last October. And two years ago, we wrote about then-nearly-99-year-old Angy Parrish. Parrish’s claim to fame? She was, at least at that time, still square dancing.

But your special centenarian need not be a “super” or have a schtick, like Parrish, to get the attention he or she deserves. There are two ways to publish their amazing life stories.

Although we don’t yet have a special form for 100-year-olds, you can fill out the online submission wedding announcement form with your centenarian’s life and birthday information. We’ll make sure the item reads correctly. Like all our announcements, you can submit a certain number of words for free and will be charged for longer items. The form allows you to see the charges before you submit, so you can shorten it if you need to. Find the form under the “submit” Tab on the Kitsap Sun homepage, www.kitsapsun.com.

Alternately or in addition, you can submit a free “Your News” item. Scroll down the Kitsap Sun home page; find “Your News” and “submit.” You will need to create a profile/account with the Kitsap Sun.

If you need any help, call me.
Chris Henry
Kitsap Sun
(360) 792-9219

Happy birthday Felix. Here’s more from Ms. Che:

“Felicisimo Buen, who is known as Felix by his friends and family, was an immigrant from the Philippines. Residing in Port Orchard, Washington after retiring from the US Merchant Marines, he purchased his home and farm land in the 1940′s, producing raspberries, blueberries, apples, grapes, blackberries, plums, and strawberries that were sold locally and also at the local farmer’s market.

“Felix’s his wife of 26 years, Elnora N. Buen, passed away in 2010. Though they did not conceive children of their own because they married later in life, they were actively involved in the upbringing of their grand-nieces and -nephews, whom they considered to be their own grandchildren. Together, they lived a quiet, simple life, but never alone with family living in the same neighborhood and in close by towns.

“Nothing could come between him and his work; there was always something to be done around such a vast property. Felix never wanted to stop on his farm until he was finally physically unable to
do so his late 80′s. We credit to his long life due to his constant repetition of habits and exercise, whether it was working in the fields from dawn until sunset, or eating the same breakfast meal consisting of a mug of hot water, one hard boiled egg, and a piece of toast. He now resides in the care of his niece, Sheila Periquet, at her adult care home, which is conveniently just a walk away from the farm.

“Though things are foggy in memory, and he does not have much to say nowadays, there are two facts he seems to know for certain: 1. The recognition of his grandchildren. His face lights up to greet me on my visits as ‘little girl’ (though I am now quite grown). 2. That his farm is ‘over there,’ just beyond a few trees and down a dirt road.”

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On June 23 there appeared on a rival news site an editorial written, I assumed, by someone for whom I have a begrudgingly huge amount of respect. He might have once worked here at the Kitsap Sun, I’ll have to check. So many times when he (or she, because I’m doing this with the pretense of not naming him [or her]) would write something I would find myself insanely, (No, that’s not right.) profoundly, (Closer, but not quite there.) somewhat (That’s the one.) jealous that I didn’t write it myself. Over here, assuming this writer did work here, there was a byline attached. Over at the rival there was not on the particular piece I found to be so brilliant that it merited again my envy.

Example:

“First, be born rich. Not smart, that only leads to problems. And best is if you are rich with money you didn’t earn. In this case, someone else will pay your skyrocketing tuition bill so when you graduate with your anthropology or — heaven forbid — journalism degree and cross your fingers for a job flipping hamburgers, you will be able to spend your paycheck on $300 e-book gadgets to replace $5 paperbacks rather than fending off collection agents.”

At the end you discover the point of the sarcastic (i.e. the author doesn’t really believe people shouldn’t go to college.) treatise. I’ll let you discover it.

The column is especially pertinent today, because the writer in question was just today released from his employment at our rival. He made that paper better and trained some good writers over there, but his reward for a job well done was a heartfelt letter about the publication wanting to go in a new direction. Whatever direction that is not somewhere I want to go.

Good luck Andy.

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The Kitsap Sun’s story on Tracy Delp and Dan Shanafelt, who are riding across the country to raise awareness of cancer, received considerable interest from other publications, including the Tacoma News Tribune, Seattle Times, Seattle Post Intelligencer and others who spread to word of the pair’s 5,000 mile journey.

We also heard from Beverly Casey of Kingston, whose cousin Larry Stevens rode (on horseback) almost the same route in the 1980s. Casey has lost track of Larry, who is said to have met a woman along the trail and married her. But Casey still had a clipping from the Cowlitz County Advocate, dated May 14, 1986 which documents one leg of his journey. (see below, keep scrolling, the whole article is there)

As of Tuesday evening, they had made it to Yelm, according to their blog.

After departing from Ocean Shores on Mother’s Day (May 8), they made their way to Hoquiam, where on May 9 they received a police escort across one of the city’s main bridges. Earler this week, I spoke to Det. Sgt. Shane Krohn, who said the Hoquiam Police Department is used to giving escorts to log trucks escorts, but “to my knowledge, we have not done the horse thing before. It was definitely interesting.”

The Daily World was kind enough to share the photo with us. I call it “Urban Cowboys.”

JACOB JONES | THE DAILY WORLD Rider Tracy Delp, on Andy, and Dan Shanafelt, atop Rosie, trot across the Riverside Avenue Bridge in Hoquiam on Monday morning shortly after starting their Coast 2 Coast for Cancer ride in Ocean City to raise awareness and money to fight the disease, which effects both people and animals. Hoquiam police closed the bridge during their crossing. The plan to travel about 5,000 on their journey to the Atlantic Ocean, sharing their message along the way. For more information or to provide support visit: www.coast2coastforcancer.webs.com.

The team circled back to Port Orchard via trailer late last week to take care of some last minute logistical details before hitting the trail again on May 15.

Happy trails guys.

Here’s the clipping from Beverly
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Given the state of our business it may not surprise you to know that some of us moonlight. Myself, I started a whole new company, Narrative Arts, for a book I am writing.

Then I got the fool notion to do a weekly podcast. Some will be personal in nature, as in personal to me, but most times it will be about telling stories of some kind. Doing this on my own gives me freedom to not stick to Kitsap-based issues.

From time to time, though, the podcast (Technically it is not a podcast yet, because you can’t download it. That’s coming.) will feature local content, in which case it will be an official Kitsap Sun effort.

The first one, which is entirely personal, came out last week. Our editor, David Nelson, thought it would be OK to share it here. So assuming I do get these done once a week, I’ll bring them here, unless the content is not suitable for a family audience. I don’t anticipate that happening.

If this is something you enjoy and would like to see more of from the Kitsap Sun, let us know.

The first episode is about 18 minutes. I might split them up into smaller chunks from now on, creating cliffhangers to suck people back in. They get posted first at www.fieldofsteve.com. Here is the first episode of the Narrative Arts Podcast.

I haven’t been able to figure out how to get the player on this site directly. So to hear the podcast, click here.

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I had it in mind to write something about this on Nov. 22. Then the snow fell, the wind blew, the roads froze, the power went out, Thanksgiving came and went and I got sick. This still merits mention.

On Nov. 20, a Saturday, I attended the Bremerton Symphony’s performance. The second half of the show was Gershwin stuff, including a sing-a-long helped a lot by members of the Bremerton Chorale. That was nice.

The first half, though, was awe inspiring. The jazz band Ecstasy in Numbers performed along with the symphony. The band is made up of a lead guitar, a bass guitar and a drummer. They symphony, though, you can imagine. Lots of strings and horns and loud banging things. They first did a few original numbers from the band, then did Led Zeppelin’s “Dancing Days” and Jimi Hendrix’s “Purple Haze.” Yep. Jimmy and Jimi from a symphony.

One copy of the Seattle Weekly will advertise so many shows that it can make me long for living on the other side of the sound. But I live here and a night like Nov. 20 gives me one more reason to be grateful to be here. There are gems in this area, things the Kitsap Sun’s A&E overlord Michael Moore provides comment on every week in the A&E section and more frequently online. He also takes that occasional boat ride to the other side for some shows of note, demonstrating that we’re not all that far away from there.

A few years ago Howard Jones performed at the Admiral and I was gushing beforehand. Chris Barron, now a fat cat bureaucrat, gushed afterward.

Over the eight years that we have lived here in Kitsap County we have taken the opportunity to see several shows at the Admiral and other venues around the county. We didn’t love all the shows, I will confess, but several were amazing. On Oct. 1 we saw pianist Alpin Hong and he was brilliant.

If nothing else, it’s a nice night out. I’m a believer that even a bad show is worth attending if you’re sharing it with someone else. Fortunately for us, there haven’t been any bad shows and there have been quite a few that were stellar.

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Perhaps you read reporter Chris Dunagan’s article about Puget Sound Energy putting scratch ‘n sniff tabs in with customers’ gas bills so they know to be alert for a gas leak.

I thought the article presented a new opportunity for innovation in the Kitsap Sun newspaper and on the website – scratch and sniff news. Like many great thinkers, however, I was pronounced ahead of my time. To be honest it was more like, out of my head. But whatever, I still think the media is missing a whole dimension.

And of all the topics crying out for smell check, none beats the Kitsap County Fair and Stampede. I was at the fair on Wednesday doing research for an article in today’s Kitsap Sun. Folks, if I were a dog, my olfactory cells could play you a video of everything I saw and heard.

Imagine, opening the paper this morning and getting hit with the odor of manure. Nothing says “county fair” like the aroma of road apples. Or on the web, you could click an optional button to release the acrid smell of dust in the arena.

Over in the barns, you’d get the smell of cows. Why do milk cows smell sweeter than beef cows, I wonder? Llama breath, now there’s something you don’t want to miss, and chickens with their strangely salty, distinctive smell.

From the Van Zee building would swirl the sticky sweet smell of cotton candy, the heady aroma of barbecue and a hundred other smells, most of them involving the oniony, oily odor of hot trans fat.

Imagine getting all that in a pop-up ad. Surely our web gurus are up to the task. Not yet? Well, I can dream can’t I?

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The 43rd annual Fathoms O’ Fun Festival By The Sea begins today, Friday, with a craft show and concert. It’s the start of a week-long festival that ends with a bang: the annual fireworks show on the Fourth of July.

Friday’s concert, featuring Deadwood Revival, starts at 6:30 p.m. at the waterfront gazebo. The Fathoms Summer Festival Craft and Vendor Show runs through July 4Sunday on Port Orchard’s waterfront.

At this year’s festival, as last year, there won’t be a carnival (organizers are looking for an operator deemed adequately safe). But otherwise the tried and true trappings of the South Kitsap tradition that began in 1968 are all there. There will be a Street Scramble, where teams race each other find check points around town (10 a.m. Saturday), the snake race and frog jump (noon Saturday), and the Grand Parade (6 p.m. Saturday).

The announcer for this year’s parade will be Ted Sadtler, the man behind those goofy Mattress Ranch Commercials. If you’ve ever driven through Gorst, you will have seen the colorful “folk art” that graces his store in Kitsap County and Alaska, where he’s quite a celebrity. Ted’s a funny guy with a soft spot in his heart for children with disabilities. Hearing that he’d be playing a key role in the Fathoms parade made us want to jump up and do a little dance.

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