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Seattle Public Schools broke for summer vacation yesterday afternoon and within an hour, dozens of families were crammed into the Rainier Valley’s favorite ice cream parlor and old-school arcade. At times the line was more than a dozen deep as Ken and his peeps scooped the manna from heaven they call “ice cream”.

What’s your favorite Full Tilt flavor? Ube? Blue Moon? Birthday Cake? Lemon Chocolate? Salty Caramel? Peanut Butter Bacon? Photo/Mikala Woodward

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orca1By Mikala Woodward

Last week I sat in a big circle with 40 other parents and a weary principal, discussing the PTSA’s possible contribution to next year’s school budget at Orca K-8. Then I went home and had Andrew pour me a stiff drink.

For those unversed in the day-to-day effects of chronic underfunding on our local schools, here’s how it works at Orca: every February the district tells us how much money we are going to get for the following academic year. The district’s funding mostly comes from the State, with smaller chunks from City levies and the Feds. Its allocation to schools is based roughly on expected enrollment: a certain number of kids gets you a certain number of teachers, a counselor, half a librarian, etc. There’s always a little bit of money the principal can shift around to cover gaps in the budget, but there’s never enough to fill all of them. Enter the PTSA.

Some of the gaps we are asked to fill are things you might consider “extras” but that are essential to our school as we know it: without our half-time Environmental Science / Garden Coordinator our award-winning Garden program — integrated into the science curriculum at every grade level — could not function. Other holes in the budget are simply maddening: the district only provides us with 5.6 middle school teachers, for instance. How we are meant to serve six classrooms of students with 5.6 teachers is beyond me — I suppose we could send one of the teachers home at lunch every day and lock all 65 6th graders in the gym for the rest of the afternoon? Last year $25K of our PTSA budget went to fill out the sixth middle school teacher’s salary, and another $30K paid the Environmental Science teacher. I can’t tell you how frustrating it is for our amazing group of committed parents to work all year raising all that money — Annual Fund letters and the Plant Sale and a Jog-a-thon and the Spring Auction — just to put a teacher in each classroom.

So — every March the PTSA commits a chunk of money to the school budget, based on staff recommendations, parent priorities, and our fundraising forecasts. And then in May (after the Auction, when we know how much money we have raised for the following year), we decide how to allocate the rest of our PTSA funds. The more we give the school, the less we’ll have for regular PTA stuff like music, snacks, art supplies, a volunteer coordinator, the MLK Celebration, etc.

Of course we are painfully aware of how lucky we are that our community is able to raise this kind of cash. A third of our kids qualify for free or reduced lunch: a significant percentage, but not compared to most of the schools in our neighborhood. Nearby Hawthorne Elementary, with 77% low-income kids, gets more money from the district to support those students’ greater needs, but Hawthorne families can’t provide the kind of “extra” stuff that we do. Sometimes it feels like all our efforts to make Orca the best school we can possibly make it only serve to increase the disparity in an already unfair world.

Other times it feels like we are the children of alcoholics, enabling our dysfunctional State to go on underfunding education year after year after year. Maybe if we didn’t keep sticking our fingers in the dike as the holes multiply and the cracks spread, as teachers get laid off and class sizes grow and building maintenance is deferred… Maybe if parents and teachers weren’t willing to turn themselves inside out to protect students from the effects of all of this, our legislators wouldn’t be able to go around telling themselves (and us) that the sky hasn’t fallen. Maybe they would realize that we don’t have time for yet another commission to study the problem, for another task force to report out its findings, or for that glorious plan to phase in new funding — eight years from now. Maybe they would be embarrassed to keep imposing “accountability” reforms, without holding themselves accountable for actually funding — oh, say — a whole teacher for every class. Lights, heat, and books. School bus routes calculated by actual mileage, not as the crow flies. Enough high school credits to go to college. (For a detailed analysis of the inadequacies of Washington’s education funding, check out the Quality Education Council’s recent report.)

In any case, whether we’re increasing disparity or enabling dysfunction or just doing the best we can for the kids in our community, this is how the system works right now — if you can call it that. But at last night’s budget meeting we finally came up against a hole in the dike that our fingers couldn’t fill. Orca’s allocation from the district was about $60K less than last year. The staff had done its best to squeeze every dollar out of every budget item, but the bottom line was this: if the PTSA didn’t up last year’s contribution by $27K, the librarian’s position would be cut by a day a week, and our kids would lose 1/5 of their (already insufficient) time with the art teacher — which would also mean less planning time for the classroom teachers.

We all knew there was no way we were going to raise $27K more than last year – with the recession, we’ll be lucky if we can even match last year’s dollars. After kicking around a few red herrings — getting a grant, finding a wealthy patron, recruiting interns to do the art teacher’s daily prep work for free — we eventually had to face the grim reality that if we really wanted to maintain our kids’ current levels of library and art time, we would need to cut more than half of everything else we fund.

With next year’s PTSA budget yet unknown (the Auction is a month away), these parents were understandably reluctant to commit to the full $27K. We wound up guaranteeing $9K — on top of the $55K we contributed last year — to fund another half day a week of library service, and agreeing to put an art assistant high on the list of priorities for the final PTSA budget allocation in May. (I hate to think what that budget meeting is going to look like, honestly. Will we have to eliminate Music completely? Axe the Volunteer Coordinator? Eliminate all funding for school events? I can’t begin to imagine — but Andrew is prepared with a large bottle of Knob Creek.)

The next day on the radio I listened to the Kansas City Superintendent of Schools explain why they’re closing 28 of their 61 schools. I heard an education reform advocate claim that “money isn’t really the problem” for schools, and tout national standards as the answer instead. I learned that our Legislature had cut another $149.1 million from K-12 education for next year (and yes, I know the State budget is in a shambles, and it could have been a lot worse — I know that, honestly I do – but if you break it down per student, that’s another $72K from Orca’s budget.) I heard a proposal for the State to raise revenue with a 4.5% tax on income over $200,000 hooted at as if it were the height of absurdity — by the reporter, no less. I went online and started looking at housing costs in Bali.

Washington’s constitution says quite clearly that “it is the paramount duty of the state to make ample provision for the education of all children.” The paramount duty, folks. Not, like, something we really oughta do, gosh, wouldn’t it be nice, if only we had the money. No, people. This is the thing we are supposed to do first.

Last month the King County Superior Court formally declared that the State has failed in its duty. Washington’s education funding, Judge Erlick wrote, “is not ample, it is not stable, it is not dependable.” The legal tautology established by the Legislature in 1977 — “Basic education shall be considered to be fully funded by those amounts of dollars appropriated by the Legislature” — is a sick joke. If our constitution means anything, then we have no choice but to come up with more money for schools. Anybody who thinks it’s too much to ask someone making $250K a year to contribute $2,250 to make it happen, had better have a better idea to put on the table.

And if we’ve really decided as a society that we’d rather bring our kids up in overcrowded classrooms without money for books, that it’s okay for some schools to ask parents to pitch in to make up the difference (or some of it, anyway) while the neediest schools don’t have that option, and that the most privileged kids will get twice as much spent on them at private schools — well, maybe that’s the kind of society we deserve.

So tell me: is that what we’ve decided?

Find Mikala Woodward’s blog here. Photo/do communications

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By Mikala Woodward

Yesterday, my friend Laura called to tell me that someone had cut down one of the big cedars at the corner of Rainier & Hudson, but that the neighbors had managed to save the other one — the one the CCBA lights up at Christmas — at least for now. “I thought you’d want to know,” she said, sounding pretty distressed.

Having gathered with friends and neighbors at that corner every December for many years to sing carols & drink hot chocolate & go “Ahhhh!” at the annual Columbia City Tree Lighting, I found this news distressing too. Laura gave me the bare outline of the story; conversations with various observers and participants have yielded the following details:

Laura Grow and her husband Shawn MacDougall were out for a walk with their twin boys, and noticed someone cutting the branches off one of the trees across from Tutta Bella. “They were yanking the lights out of the other one, too. They didn’t have uniforms on, or anything — it seemed weird.” They asked another neighbor what was going on; he went to inquire and came back aghast: “They’re cutting down the trees. What should we do?” Shawn called the police, then his neighbor Nic Warmerhoven, who called someone who works for the City, and asked him to track down someone who could help.

Shawn and Laura stayed at the scene, juggling their two babies and trying to persuade the men to stop. “This is private property,” they were told. “They were grinning and laughing at us, calling us tree huggers,” Shawn said later. “Then I looked up and saw the middle of the tree bare, and the guy was starting to cut sideways. He shouted down at us, ‘You’d better get out of the way — it’s coming down now!’”

Nic looked out his window and saw the tree fall. He hung up the phone, dashed out the door, ran down the hill, and climbed into the remaining tree. (When I talked to him, Nic was surprised that anyone found this action at all remarkable — he seemed to feel like anyone would have done it, and he just happened to be the one who did.) By this time more people had gathered. Shawn was taking pictures. When the police arrived 15 minutes later, a standoff had developed between tree cutters and tree huggers.

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“Several of us called 911,” one observer reported. “But the guy who climbed the tree, that was a really good move. I don’t think the police would have taken as much interest in this otherwise. But with someone up in the tree — well, now maybe there’s some sort of altercation going on, with big trees coming down — I guess they figured they’d better deal with it.” But even when the police got there — four patrol cars, I’m told — they didn’t seem to know what to do at first. “They sort of huddled together half way down the block. I don’t think they were sure exactly what the law was here.”

Meanwhile, Scott had found the name of the SDOT arborist, then looked up his home phone number. Mr. Ames got down there posthaste and started talking authoritatively about deodar cedars and tree preservation ordinances and possible $12K fines. According to Scott his governmental presence “gave that sense of officialdom that was needed to shut [the operation] down.”

(The police still asked to Scott accept personal responsibility for any financial damages that might result if it turned out later that the tree cutting they were interrupting was in fact legal. He agreed, on the spot — another remarkable act of heroism, I think.)

It turned out that Wash Murakami, who owns the property along Rainier Avenue from Hudson (where the big trees are) to the building that houses his business (Wash’s Auto Repair), had decided to sell this particular lot, now that the St. Gobain plastics company was no longer leasing it.

Mr. Murakami, now in his eighties, has operated the auto repair shop for as long as I can remember, but he may not be aware of the special role these trees have come to play in Columbia City’s community life – the Columbia City Business Association has dealt with the Murakami’s tenants, St. Gobain, to arrange the holiday Tree Lighting for nearly a decade. He certainly didn’t seem to realize that the lights his men yanked out of the tree had cost the CCBA, Harbor Properties, and Tutta Bella $2,500 last year. Ouch!

Fortunately for those who feel that tall trees provide more benefit to the neighborhood than three more parking spaces would, Mr. Murakami had neglected to get a permit to remove the trees. While it is generally legal to remove up to three big trees a year on private property without a permit, the arborist suspected that these trees might qualify as “exceptional” under City law. “The police issued a cease and desist, so the smaller tree is saved for now.” Joanne Kelly reported on the Columbia City Wiki a couple of hours later, “But you can’t undo the cutting down of a big tree.”

Opinions differ about whether the remaining tree, visible on the left, is still in danger. It’s possible Mr. Murakami will simply go get the required permit, and the chain saws will be back in business. It’s possible he’ll have to go through the Columbia City Landmark District Review Committee, which will almost certainly want to see the tree preserved. The City’s interim tree protection ordinance, cited by Mr. Ames, may well apply here. At any rate, it seems we’ve got a little time to take a deep breath, get more information, and perhaps persuade Mr. Murakami that his property is actually more valuable with a beloved evergreen landmark on it than without.

Last night I looked up Cedrus deodara in my Western Garden book. “Native to the Himalayas,” the entry began. “Lower branches sweep down to ground, then upward. Upper branches openly spaced, graceful. Nodding tip identifies it in skyline.”

I’m grateful our quick-thinking neighbors exercised persistence & ingenuity, bureaucratic acumen & acrobatic skill in order to get the smaller tree its reprieve. I’m hopeful that Mr. Murakami (or someone at the City’s Heritage Tree Program, perhaps) can be convinced to grant it more permanent protection. But right now I’m still just stunned and saddened that the big tree is gone. I’m sure going to miss that nodding tip in the skyline at Rainier and Hudson.

Photos/Shawn MacDougall & Mikala Woodward

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By Mikala Woodward, Rainier Valley Historical Society

Yes, it’s true — one of Columbia Park’s big leaf maples went down in Tuesday night’s storm. By 8am Wednesday morning, Parks crews had arrived to assess the damage. By 8:45 they had cordoned off the area and were feeding branches off the fallen trunk into a wood chipper.

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An arborist determined that the storm wasn’t to blame. It turns out the tree was fatally flawed: two stems had long ago grown together into a single tree, but with a layer of included bark between them that made the bond weak. With all the decay revealed around the split, nobody seemed terribly hopeful about saving the remaining half of the tree.

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We’re not really sure when the three big leaf maples were planted outside the Columbia Library — there aren’t many pictures of the park in the early days, possibly because it was an unsightly garbage dump until 1939. The trees were already big by the 1940s and ‘50s, but big leaf maples grow pretty fast.

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A 1915 photo shows a wooded slope north of the half-finished library building – are those the big leaf maples in their youth?

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Could be. It’s also possible they were planted later that year when the slope was graded as part of the realignment of Rainier Avenue.

Rainier’s realignment created a triangle of disputed land at the northeast corner of the park, and in the 1960s a proposal was floated to build an office building at the corner of Rainier and Alaska. The plan called for the removal of several old trees at the site, and Don Sherwood, Parks Department historian, protested: “We don’t have thirty years to grow new trees!”  I’m glad the plan was scrapped – I love the sweep of the park coming up from Rainier. But I think it’s important to note that new trees do grow, and they’ve got nothing but time to do it in. Our fatally flawed friend narrowly missed the Centennial Tree we dedicated in Columbia Park in 2007; it won’t be long – in tree time — before that little big leaf catches up with its elders.

Final thought: that realignment of Rainier back in 1915 cost Columbia City a beloved street tree, which stood in front of Phalen’s grocery (now the Columbia City Bakery). The tree doesn’t look all that big in the old photos, but it had a circular bench around the trunk, and people used to sit there eating ice cream while they waited for the streetcar. When Rainier was widened to add a brick-paved road, the tree was in the way and had to be cut down. A sentimental soul took the wood and made souvenir goblets for everyone in town. We’re hoping to persuade the Parks Department to help us preserve the trunk of the big leaf maple for a commemorative project of some kind – I vote for wooden goblets all around. Then we can stand under the remaining big leaf maples and drink to their health. Bottoms up!

Top Three Photos/Mikala Woodward. Bottom Two Photos/Rainier Valley Historical Society

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