Lewis & Clark documented many other plants besides Lewisia and Clarkia.
In their journals, they noted Balsam Root, Prickly Pear Cactus, Glacier Lilies, Silky Lupine, Snowberry bushes and Bear Grass. How many have YOU seen????
Genealogical news from Spokane, Washington, USA, and the Inland Northwest.
Lewis & Clark documented many other plants besides Lewisia and Clarkia.
In their journals, they noted Balsam Root, Prickly Pear Cactus, Glacier Lilies, Silky Lupine, Snowberry bushes and Bear Grass. How many have YOU seen????
There was no water route across the continent, as the Corps of Discovery found out. But Lewis and Clark collected and sent back to Jefferson 239 pressed plants and some 176 were new to science at that time.
In what is now North Dakota, they "discovered" the plant was named after Meriwether Lewis, the lewisia. (Pix on left.) This plant was also known as Bitterroot because the Indigenous Peoples had been making bread flour from the dried roots for centuries. Lewis found the taste bitter; hence the name.
Clarkia (on the right) was named in honor of William Clark. Lewis found this plant near Kamiah, Idaho, in 1806 on their return trip.
For the record, Lewis and Clark really didn't discover that many new plants. The specimens they collected were likely sub-sets (for lack of a better name here) of known species.
Lewisias come in a variety of colors (as shown above) and may be purchased in most area garden centers in spring. They are a hardy perennial.
This is a deee-lightful, hits-the-nail-on-the-head joke book. For instance:
* "The future will soon be a thing of the past." George Carlin
* "You know you're old when you see the movie Jurassic Park and it brings back fond childhood memories."
* "The older I get, the better I used to be!" Lee Trevino
* "Life's tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late." Benjamin Franklin
* "Old age is 15 years older than I am." Oliver Wendell Holmes
* "True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country." Kurt Vonnegut
* "A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age." Robert Frost
* "You know you're getting old when the candles cost more than the cake." Bob Hope
* Some people will never be too old to learn new ways of being stupid. Unkown
* "Just remember, once you're over the hill you begin to pick up speed." Charles Schulz
* "You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred." Woody Allen
* "If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should never grow old." James A Garfield
BAUMANN'S EXCELSIOR MEAT ROASTER
"This apparatus is an air-tight chest or box, which must be put in the parking part of the Cooking stove. By this mode of Roasting or Baking, meats will cook as tender as mutton. Poultry of all kinds cooked in this way is the most palatable and delicious ever produced by any other mode of cooking and as regards economy this chest cannot be excelled. The cost of this apparatus will be more than saved in three or four months from the fact that butter, (by the way, a large item in the course of a few years) as the essence from the meat forms a most delicious gravy, by a distilling process. The chest if made of the best quality of sheet iron, on a self-sealing principle. Any housewife who gives it a fair trial will not do without it. The cost of the Apparatus is very small, from the fact that it is very durable. If well cared for it will last from ten to fifteen years. 320 East Main Street, Belleville, Ill.
I'll leave it to you to name the city shown! Good luck!
I snapped this pix in that cemetery (name I've forgotten). I was wandering around while she was taking pix of her family's tombstones. I was immediately struck by the eyes in the tree. Do you see them?
We cemetery-wanderers have often times felt a special kind of feeling when we visit any cemetery and especially when we visit a family cemetery. It's the sort of feeling nearly impossible to describe but it is real enough, as many would attest.
Is that big tree a "hiding place" for spirits? A resting place? A visiting place? Do the spirits of our dead ever come back to the places of their burials? And we have to ask: why would they? But if they do, they surely have their reasons.
Ah, the tales that cemetery trees could tell if they only could.
I was walking one day with my Tika (dachshund) a few years ago on my gravel-county road. I came upon some stuff that a yahoo had dumped along the roadside. THAT was bad enough, but this picture, all busted apart, was in that pile of dumped junk. It didn't look recent enough to me to be a jilted girlfriend but somebody's mother or grandmother. And there it was dumped into the weeds along a gravel road.
Picture on the right was taken in a big thrift shop near Sequim. One corner of a big room was filled with stacked picture frames......... and not just frames but PICTURES. Family pictures. Why in the world? How in the world?
Okay, dear readers. A line from an old Kingston Trio song rings in my mind: "This could happen to you!"
If you do not have a plan for all your family genealogy and photos and memorabilia, the likelihood is 90% that it will go to the dump or Goodwill. (Where do you suppose all those shoeboxes of old photos found in thrift shops comes from??????)
Your family has their own busy lives and collecting genealogy and family history was YOUR hobby. You must not assume that they'll be as fanatical about it as you've been.
Please, please know that I "preach" the truth here today. Please start crafting a plan for when you "cross over that Rainbow Bridge." It takes a plan to leave a legacy and not a mess.
BRISTLY VISITOR RIDES LOG PILE
Johnny Porkypine Goes To Police Station but is Later Released
Gunting (sic) irritably and threatening everyone who approached, Spokane's strangest tourist arrived in the city this morning on a load of logs from the north woods.
Motorcycle Officer Victor Hudson and employees of the Milwaukee railroad discovered the visitor, an immense porcupine, hiding beneath a load of logs on the railroad tracks near Sprague and Greene. The porcupine was rounded up and coaxed into a sack. He was taken to the police station.
"I didn't lose him," declared Captain R. W. Hinton. "Call up the park board."
After some discuss, the animal was taken to the Manito zoo, where he was refused admission on the grounds that he would pine away and die. Unable to find a home for the porcupine, he was carted to the timbered flats of Hangman Creek and released."
* Is this a 1930s or 1940s photo?
* Is this a grandmother with a favorite grandchild?
* Notice the ribbon on the hat.... a gift from grandma?
* It's obviously outdoors...were they gardening?
* Half of a big shaggy dog sit with them, of course.
* The dog's feet are clean..... there is water nearby???
* Grandma's dress looks clean and pressed...no easy job with the tools of the day.
* Was it a flour-sack dress?
* She wears glasses.... so better to read bedtime stories to the tot.
* Her hands look like working hands, as they surely would have been.
* They sit in a "wild place" not a manicured lawn like today.
* I see one sandaled foot for the child.... not running barefoot today.
My thought to share with you today is this: Don't just glance at a photo of an ancestor. Study it and let the details spring forth into your imagination.
Note: Many of us drive regularly to Seattle and points west but have we ever thought to ask WHY floating bridges and not "regular" bridges? And I find it fascinating that a freshwater lake can be so close to ocean water and stay "fresh."
Note: Thanks to Google AI for help with this bit.
Lake Coeur d’Alene Facts:
Bet you've driven north or south on Bruce Road which turns into Argonne Road at the south end towards the Spokane Valley, and never realized you're passing a very historic tree.
The Treaty Tree is a historic Ponderosa Pine located on a grassy knoll on Peone Prairie, near Doak and Argonne Roads. It gets its name from Chief Baptiste Peone, who placed a white flag of truce on it to honor peace agreements between the Spokane Tribe and the U.S. government.
This was an excerpt from Howard Fisk's book, The Seven Wonders of Washington State: Your guide to exploring the natural wonders of the Evergreen State, published in 2015 and available via Amazon.
Green in the spring, golden brown at harvest time and snowy white in winter.... Washington's Palouse is a beautiful and very unique region.
Also known as Holly-Leaved Barberry and Mahonia, this plant has been used by Indigenous peoples of North America for centuries as a food source and a medicine. Lewis and Clark collected specimens of this plant on the expedition of 1804-1806.
Since these berries are ubiquitous to our area, here's the recipe for "Mahonia Berry Jam: a stunning wild preserve made from the tart, vibrant berries of the Mahonia shrub, also known as Oregon Grape. Those these berries are mouth-puckeringly sharp when raw, they transform beautifully into a glossy, jewel-toned jelly with a tangy zing. "
To make 4 small jars of Mahonia Berry Jelly: Gather about 3 1/2 pounds of ripe Mahonia berries, stalks removed and rinsed. Put in large pot with 2 1/2 cups water and bring to a boil, simmer for 20-25 minutes, mashing berries with a spoon or potato masher to release the juices. Pour the mixture through a jelly bag or muslin-lined sieve into a clean bowl. Let it drip overnight. For the clearest jelly, avoid pressing the pulp.
For every 2 1/2 cups of juice, use one pound of sugar (less to taste). For a firmer set, you can add a teaspoon of pectin if Mahonia's natural pectin content isn't enough. Add the lemon juice.
Still continually over low heat until sugar has fully dissolved, then bring the mixture to a rapid boil. Boil until the jelly reaches setting point (104oC or 220oF). Pour into warm, sterilized jars and seal.
TIP: Pick RIPE berries only; under ripe berries are overly bitter.
If anybody makes this jelly, I'd surely like to know how it was. :-)
If you happen to have one of your grandmother's cranberry glass pieces, please know that it is highly collectible but its value varies wildly from $10 to thousands of dollars! The value of the piece is determined by the amount of gold used to make the rich color.
Antique cranberry glass is occasionally found in old outhouse pits (privies). Before city trash pickup, people threw broken household trash—including expensive glassware—into outhouse holes.
I became intrigued when viewing a YouTube video where a fellow found cranberry glass in an old privy pit! (No comments on my eclectic viewing habits, please. :-)
Little is known about the man for whom a river, a dam and two towns (John Day and Dayville) were named. The following story is based on historical fact - some of it may be true. Pictured is an illustration of what John Day might have looked liked.
Website FindAGrave has his biography of him (plus several more pages). He was most surely quite the guy. His death and burial place as noted on FindAGrave states "buried or lost at sea. Specifically: Drowned in Snake River."
John Day Dam, spanning the Columbia River kinda between The Dalles, Oregon, and Goldendale, Washington, was constructed between 1958 and 1971, costing $511 million dollars. It has a fish ladder and a navigation lock, that lock being 110-feet, the highest lock-lift on the river. The dam forms Lake Umatilla, a 76-mile long reservoir.
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This from a newspaper clipping of which I did not note the paper nor the date, sorry: "Denver, Colo. March 6 -- "Here is a dead man," was the comment made by a parcel post clerk here as he held up to the view of his fellow clerks a package nine inches square and weighing seven pounds.
The package contained the ashes of Edward E. Knotts of California, who died here a few days ago following an attack of appendicitis. The package was addressed to the widow, Mrs. Ada Knotts, San Francisco. It cost 51cents and bore a ten-cent insurance stamp."
Just for fun, I did a bit of research to learn more about Edward and Ada Knotts but found nothing. If it's your family, do go for it!
Folks are trying their best to save their piece of Washington history, the Bassett Hardware building, which is 125 years old, according to the folks at the Washtucna Heritage Museum and Community Center. Michelle Plumb, officer in that society, shared "I don't know how many things in this area are that old. It would just break our heart to lose this building."
Built in the town's center in 1901 by George W. Bassett, the building has survived through "boom and bust, storm and sunshine" and remains a fixture of the town's frontier past. "The upper part of the building was always some sort of community space," Plum said. Several fraternal organizations held their meetings there over the decades. In the 1910s and 1920s, plays and movies were shown there.
Fear not, lovers of old historic buildings. This building has been placed on the Washington Trust for Historic Preservation's list of Most Endangered Places which hopefully will guarantee its future.
Why the spotlight today on an old building in a nobody-knows-where town? Because the people who built the place, used the place and loved the place are collectively all our ancestors. That's why.
Website www.FindAGrave.com has this photo of GWB and information on his family. He was a pioneer for many. He and his wife Alice were parents of seven children.