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I love field trips!

Thursday, March 20th, 2014
At PCHS

At Pacific County Historical Society

It had been a good many years (at least twelve) since I had been on an all-day field trip on a bus and a good many more (probably fifty) since I had not been the one in charge and could just go along for the ride.  Even with all those intervening years, I still felt that glow of satisfaction at day’s end yesterday when our bus rolled back into Ilwaco.  My mind was full of new stuff and never mind that my old bones were protesting a bit from a day of unaccustomed jostling.

The Community Historians had spent the day in “north county” or at least in parts of north county.  We had gone to the courthouse at the county seat in South Bend, the Pacific County Historical Society’s headquarters, also in South Bend, and to the Chinook Tribal Office in Bay Center.  The day’s purpose was to acquaint our group with the many and varied resources available to us for research purposes.

Under the Courthouse Dome

Under the Courthouse Dome

Like every memorable field trip, there were a few glitches along the way – beginning with a missing “tour guide” on the bus.  Jim Sayce had volunteered to provide a running commentary along our route but he was unexpectedly called away, so the microphone was passed around for some of the rest of us to provide whatever commentary we could.  Later, at the Pacific County Historical Society’s museum, we again had to “make do” as Steve Rogers, the organization’s president, was also unavoidably detained and could not give us an overview of the resources there.  Still, we poked around a bit and enjoyed the new exhibits,

Judge Sullivan demonstrates 1910 Window Design

Judge Sullivan demonstrates 1910 Window Design

The trip’s high point was the time spent at the courthouse.  In each department – Public Works, Assessor, Auditor, and the Superior Court – we were treated like visiting royalty.  We were shown how to access primary resources from early survey and plat maps to deeds and marriage certificates – speaking of which I took a look at mine and was reminded that it had been mistakenly filled in so that my middle name is forever recorded on it as “Dedora” rather than “Medora.”  (But mostly, it tugged at my heartstrings to see Gordon Schoewe’s signature as my ‘bridesmaide’ and Roy Gustafson’s as Nyel’s ‘best man.)

In the Auditor's Vault

In the Auditor’s Vault

And, if all of that weren’t enough, after explaining how the intricacies and architecture of the courtroom and his chambers, Judge Sullivan offered individualized tours up into the courthouse attic for anyone who might be interested at a later date!  (I was up there years ago with Larry Weathers and seeing the dome at eye level is surely one of the wonders of Pacific County!)

Near the Chinook Tribal Office (1)

Chinook Tribal Office, Bay Center

Our stop at the Tribal Office in Bay Center was all too short.  Everywhere I looked was another ‘treasure’ from baskets to photographs, as well as an intriguing bookcase full of resource books.  On display in the adjacent county park are two large canoes made using some contemporary materials but authentic in shape and design.  Gorgeous!

As I headed home last evening, I reviewed the day and realized that the best part of all was the friendliness and helpfulness of all the people we met.  And, underlying that, was their pride in Pacific County – its history and their part in its stewardship.  We really are so very fortunate to live here!

Sidetracked (by Indians) at the Finn Fest!

Sunday, July 29th, 2012

We had every intention of making a quick stop at the Finn Fest yesterday, perhaps getting a bite to eat and seeing a few of the exhibits, and then heading back to Long Beach to the rodeo.  Well, “the best laid plans…” as they say…

First, despite the cars parked from here-to-Sunday, someone pulled out and we nipped into a spot just yards away from the festivities.  We could hear the Naselle High School Marimba Band and smell the barbecue as we walked along, thoughts of cowboys already fading into the distance.

We watched costumed little girls do their Maypole dance, visited with the women placidly spinning to one side of the quilt exhibit, and checked out the old (and all-too-familiar!) tools in the museum room.  We ate and we visited with our neighbor Hal who was manning Susan Holway’s booth where books and CDs by performers were for sale.

We saw Sue, herself, only from afar.  She looked fabulous in her Finnish regalia and I chased after her a couple of times but never could catch up to get her picture.  Part of the trouble was that we kept running into people we knew.  In fact, visiting with folks – even with strangers – was one of the most fun parts.  And always we were asked, “Are you Finnish?”

It was the question of the day.  I overheard many people answer: “Well, my husband is…” or “Half, on my mother’s side…” and immediately there would be an exchange of names and a litany of who was related to whom, where they had come from, where they were living now, etc.  Somehow, everyone made us feel as though we, too, belonged.  And so, of course rodeo thoughts drifted even farther away.

Early on, we saw Chinook Tribal Chairman Ray Gardner and had a chance to visit with him and his wife for a while.  His question to me wasn’t about my heritage, but about what book I was working on now. My question to him was about his schedule over the next few months and whether he’d be available to participate in the upcoming Community History Project being sponsored by the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum.

When we saw on the program that he was speaking at 3:00, we had to stay of course.  All thoughts of cowboys completely disappeared.  We had been captured by Indians – well, by one totally charismatic Indian.  Ray Gardner is always a pleasure to listen to and, as usual, we were not only entertained but learned new information along the way.   We were so glad we stayed!

The plan for today:  the Cowboy Breakfast at the Rodeo Grounds!

A Work in Progress

Monday, February 13th, 2012

McGowan, February 12, 2012

     We’ve been watching the ever-so-slowly-changing landscape near St. Mary’s church at McGowan for a good many years now – maybe since the beginning of this millennium.  Early on there were signs concerning the site’s importance to the Lewis and Clark story.  Then, plans were made to develop a park.
     But, almost before it began, all work stopped when archeologists found “abundant physical evidence to support the importance of the site as a Chinook trade village.”  Duh!  It seems to me that such a ‘discovery’ should have been a no-brainer.  Surely, those in charge knew well before the first plan was put to paper that the Chinooks had lived there long before Lewis and Clark’s arrival.  Local history is full of references to an early village there.  Even I, in my book K is for Kidnapping the County Seat, wrote:
     In 1850, a surveyor named Washington Hall settled in the midst of a Chinook Indian village located on the north side of the Columbia River near Point Ellice just across from Astoria.  He took out a Donation Land Claim encompassing the tribal lands and called his town Chinookville.  As a money-making venture, Hall fenced off the stream running through the old village site, allowing the residents fresh water only if they purchased land or a supply of whiskey from him.
     I guess I just don’t “get” why a spot where Lewis and Clark’s expedition spent two weeks merits an Act of Congress and the appropriation of millions dollars while the Chinooks, whose fishing village had probably been there for centuries, can’t even get federal recognition for their tribe.  Once again, history is all about us.  Nevertheless, my hat is off to all of the folks who have been working on this project for so many years.  Their vision, both ahead and back, is obviously far clearer than mine, to say nothing of their perseverance and patience.

     Now it appears there is forward movement once again on the park project.  In the intervening years, the original plans – which included relocating the highway – have been readjusted, presumably to protect “Middle Village” which is what the Chinook site is now being called.  The highway is staying where it is and it looks as though an attempt is being made to create the illusion of a driftwood littered shoreline along its northern edge.
     The other day, as we drove toward Astoria, the sand from those fake dunes was blowing over the highway toward the riprap along the river.  And it wasn’t even stormy out – just a bit breezy.  ‘No Trespassing’ signs appeared on the driftwood later that afternoon and we assumed that it wasn’t just the sand that had been disappearing.
     Yesterday we noticed the sturdy-looking trestle that has been erected on the site. Maybe the foundation for an eventual viewing platform?  Watching the progress almost-but-not-quite makes me want to journey more frequently from Oysterville to McGowan… er… Station Camp?  Chinookville?  Middle Village?