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By June Kraft
In a time gone by. On a soft day. Beside a summer
stream of my youth. I cast dusky caddis flies with grandpa’s
Tonkin cane pole. The eddies were dreamy whorls of glass
taffy that spun hulls of spruce needle and plant bast on tiny
seas.
Cocking my arm, I could point large question marks of
line just above the water, reeling out the senses, mesmerized
by stream chortle and summer wood's drone.
A sharp sound, the roll of bed gravel, startled me.
"Fine day."
Downstream a gentleman cast short line at a dark pool.
Feathers of white hair fanned out beneath his straw
gardening hat, the kind with a green plastic window at the
brim. He supported himself delicately in the stream bed
with an alder staff in his left hand. The right arm played out
licks of line above the pool and down.
"I've fished here for seventy years," he told me. "This is
my favorite spot. About the only place 1 go any more. My
wife and I fished this little stream together on our
honeymoon. She died last year. I'm trying out these old
tennie runners I’ve rigged up. I glued strips of wool felt on
the soles. They grip the rocks pretty well. My legs aren t
as sound as they once were. This stick helps for balance.
We conversed briefly, and I, young and unsettled,
hastened to break away and test the unknown headwaters. I
left the aged fisherman in his canvas coat, fixed like a tripod
in his stream of memories, and bolted.
Five years passed. On the evening before trout season
opened, I camped alongside that same small stream in a
copse of young alder. The blood lust was on me. 1 would
be the first on that stream to pierce its waters that spring day
and take the spoils.
Rising at first light, I slashed through the stream bed,
willful and possessed. In three hours I worked the stream’s
length, lashing out spools of line and lure and claiming
what was mine. Exhausted, I rested at midmoming, content
that 1 had bested all competition.
Then I heard it. A rustle downstream below a small
midstream island. A straw hat and shocks of white hair
pushed above a clump of willow. The little man hadn't seen
me. He didn't know I had ravaged his stream, taken
advantage of his years.
I was stunned. My chest felt stone. I tasted shame. I
skulked silently around the island to avoid him and was
gone. I'm older now. I don't fish much to speak of. Oh,
maybe 1 11 fish up a name or a memory or a recollection or
two. For the sport only. If I tie on a fine leader, maybe a
2x tippet, to my reel of memory, I can land a glimpse of a
sleight gentleman in a canvas coat fishing through time.
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At Jupiter's, a second-hand book store in Cannon Beach,
is a book called "Damask Roses", by Ida Mck. Reed. It is a
book hand-made in 1920, and tells a legend about a red rose
that grows at Priest Point Park near Olympia, Washington.
A Count who owned a castle and vineyard in Tuscany had
a daughter named Leonora, who was in love with the
vineyard keeper's son. The two young people spent many
hours talking and planning their future under a large red rose
tree. When the Count learned of his daughter's friendship
with the lowly worker's son, he sent her to live in the city.
Through gossip, the vineyard keeper's son heard that the
Count's daughter was to wed into royalty. Giving up hope
of ever seeing her again, he took the vows to become a
monk.
Leonora was given permission to come home for a visit
before she was wed, and learned that her true love had
become a monk. Before she left to marry the man her father
had chosen, she gathered seeds from the rose tree for her
maid to give to her lost love to carry with him to a far-off
land where he was to be sent.
The monk sailed with his brother monks to the southern
end of Puget Sound to establish a mission and to carry there,
to the heathen Indians, the doctrines of Christ. The monks
called their mission St. Joseph. They planted an orchard and
a garden. The vineyard keeper's son, now known as Brother
Anselmo, planted the seeds of the red rose he had carried
with him from Tuscany.
In June of 1852, the monks and village of Chinook
Indians were visited by Indians from another tribe. One was
Chief Sealth's nephew. A Chinook Indian, to whom the
monks had given the Christian name of Peter, had vowed to
kill any of Chief Sealth's relatives, because Chief Sealth had
killed Peter's father. Brother Anselmo tried to stop the
killing, but was instead fatally wounded. As he lay dying in
his hand was a red rose, and his last whispered words were
the name of his lost love, Leonora. The monks and Indians
buried Anselmo, marking his grave with a wooden cross.
The mission later burned to the ground and the property was
sold. When the new owners found the remains of the
wooden cross and the red rose bush growing in the tall
weeds, they instructed their gardener to plant the red rose
over the grave.
Quote from the book:
"So runs the cycle round. - The red roses first grown in’
far-away Tuscany and given as a pledge of hopeless love,
now purified by years of waiting and probation, bloom upon
the neglected grave of a forgotten saint."
I've been told this red rose still grows and blossoms there
at Priest Point Park.
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