
Marker on Territory Road
When you live in a community as small as Oysterville, you find many opportunities to practice the art of diplomacy. You learn to listen, to proceed with caution, to negotiate carefully, and to live with end-results that you think are wrong, wrong, wrong. It’s never easy but, on a small scale, it’s the way of the world.
Fifteen or twenty years ago, our friend Emmett Oliver approached the Oysterville Restoration Foundation with an idea. Emmett had recently retired from his position as head of the Indian Affairs branch of the Superintendant of Public Instructions. He was working on an autobiography and turning his attention to his roots. They led him to Oysterville.
Here, his grandparents were James (“Captain Jimmy”) and Cecelia Jane Haquet. They lived in a house on the south side of the present-day Oysterville Church. Through his grandparents, Emmett could trace his ancestry – and the ancestry of his many cousins and their descendants – to chiefs of both the Chinook and Quinault tribes.
Emmett’s request was to place a marker near the spot where the Johnson house once stood. He waited a year for a reply that was never forthcoming, and although his several queries resulted in polite and encouraging responses, there was never an official yea or nay. Passive aggressive decision making?
I was not yet living in Oysterville at that time, nor did I own property in the National Historic District, so I was not party to the discussion about the “Johnson Home site Sign.” But I heard the grumblings from the townspeople.
“It will just open Pandora’s box,” said some. “We’ll have to mark every ghost site in town. We’ll have more markers than structures.”
Finally, Emmett took matters into his own hands. He had small, granite stone carved, threw a sack of cement, a shovel, and a bucket into his car and, with water borrowed from a nearby hose bib when he reached Oysterville, he set the marker. For whatever reason, he asked me to witness his “illegal act.”
I, too, thought this might be the beginning of a signage problem that could run amok. On the other hand, I felt strongly that Oysterville had never given any visual credit to the Native Americans who were here long before the settlement of Oysterville and who were an important part of the community in pioneer times. I thought this might be a nod of recognition in the right direction.
In more recent years, the Oysterville Restoration Foundation has mounted a sign on the fence adjacent to Emmett’s marker. It says:
1870-1896
HOMESITE
of
Capt. James R. &
Jane Haquet Johnson
Whose Ancestors Included
Chiefs of the Chinook
& Quinault Tribes.
Their Ninth Child,
Myrtle Johnson Woodcock
Was The Last Indian Princess
Born in Oysterville
Lovely, Sydney. Beautifully stated and offered for all of us who live afar, to read, as we “experience” Oysterville, past and present through your words. Thank you.
I always love hearing Oysterville stories.
Sometimes it takes time to come around to what is properly right-!!
Good for Emmett. Good for you for bearing witness. Good for the Oysterville Restoration Foundation.
I should think that part of the appeal of living in a historic village would be the very real possibility of having non-tax-paying neighbors and honoring the fact that they passed that way seems fitting, especially in this case. It give touch stones to furture generations. Civil disobediance can be a very good thing!