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WILLAMINA TIMES, Willamina, Oregon, Wednesday, June 13, 1973
. John Riche
behind "The Times"
wins award
John Riche, 11 year old son of
Jim Riche of 378 Oak Street,
Willamina, recently received an
award for the outstanding entry
in the Smoking and Health Pos-
terama, sponsored by the Oregon
TB and Respiratory Disease As
sociation.
His poster was of a large nut
with three wrenches on it and it
says “ Don’t get wound up in
smoking.” He was the Winner
in the school, the district, and
was third place winner in the
state.
A swarm of bees gave would-be letteY senders a little added challenge
when the insects decided that the post office was as good a place as
any to settle down Wednesday afternoon. By the time the bees
decided to move on, no stingings had been reported (not even by the
nut with a camera who tried for this close-up shot).
To the Editor:
I enjoyed your description of
the frog hunt via Skunkhollow,
reminded me of a couple of in
cidents that happened to my hus
band twenty odd (very odd) years
ago, that are better not describ
ed here - he’s pretty sensitive
at times. Since the above men
tioned happened to him he dis
played a horrible shortage of
sense of humor - I thought it
was sidesplitting at the time.
Our first summer here had a
' couple of “ times to remem
ber,” especially for us as new
comers. We arrived on June
20th three years ago, the log
building was here,some - four to
be exact - half finished cabins
and forty acres of land. Out of
this we built a coffee shop and
four rentals, in this area this is
a gold mine during the summer
season - and a real killer be
cause of the lack of good help. It
took the first year to make the
place even presentable, the
second year for us to see what
we could do with it and about
two weeks in March of this year
for us to decide we didn’t want
to put in sixteen hours a day
serving the tourists when the
original idea was to sem i-retire.
May I say right now that operat
ing a cafe, cabins, and camp
ground just ain’t the most relax
ing way to live.
We are in the interior and there
is no place to even get a cup
of coffee for miles - many miles -
each direction. You can’t get
lost here either, the road runs
north and south and that’s it;
it’s a lovely valley, the climate
is such that we can grow any
thing. I think 2- degrees below
was as cold as it got last win
ter and then for only a few days.
It stayed around zero and 10 de
grees above for three or four
weeks but no one thinks anything
about it. Oregon is by far the
most beautiful state in the Union
and British Columbia, our part,
is surely the loveliest spot in
Canada.
Our first summer we had, a bit
of bear trouble; since we are
about half a mile from the vil
lage we see more wild life -
some of it is pretty wonderful.
There’s a bear trail to the lake
at the edge of our place - the
south side - and we’ve seen as
many as five in one evening.
When the huckleberry crop is
good we seldom see bear but
that first summer there were
no berries, so the bear came
into the village to rob the fruit
trees - and houses! One young
housewife found one in her kit
chen, you didn’t leave those
skunks nearly as fast as she
floated out of her house, inci
dentally the bear tore her kitchen
apart. Then one dear soul left
his car window partly down and
a box of groceries on the front
seat, the bear broke the window
out and was “ bottoms up” hav
ing lunch when the owner remem
bered the groceries.
If I remember correctly there
were 12 or 13 killed in the vil
lage and one here at our place,
it was either our dog Heidi or
him and Heidi was was too
young to die so the bear had to
go. Especially since they were
both trying to get in the No. 1
cabin with me, and threes a crowd
any place when one is a very
angry bear. So much for that.
Last summer no bear, now again
Gary Drill
honored
reports are beginning to come
in - last night our little girl
went after her twin goats up be
hind the house and came in •
flying low to report one - her
first this year, now she wears
a small bell on her belt so they
hear her coming, an old sow
can get pretty nasty if she has
a cub or two with her this time
of the year. One of her class
mates nearly got it a couple of
days ago at the water reservoir-
it’s very foolish to fool around
with them at anytime but espec
ially so just now. The bear was
close enought to swipe at him
and that’s too close. Another
black was sitting in the middle
of the neighbors garden last week,
so it looks like another interest
ing summer.
Our garden is large and lovely
and the deer think so too, it’s a
fine thing when one has to throw
stones at the deer to chase them
away - come fall it will be a
different story, believe me. You
are allowed two deer and that deer
hamburger we had this evening
was very tasty, twice as tasty
when I get to the store 40 miles
north and see what the price of
meat is! It’s an awful thing to
go to town and not find a thing
to buy except some coffee and a
few staples. ,We pretty well raise
everything we really need in the
food line and are happy doing
it. Pamela just brought in her
small bucket of milk, the dairy
goats must be tied close to the
cabins each night and the kids
put in their shed because of the
bear and of course, the coyotes
are thick. Ever hear them sing
when the moon is full, beautiful!
The grouse are ruffling their
drums in the bush behind the
house near the base of the moun
tain, courting season is on.
There are so many things to
write about if you’d care to
plough through my miserable
handwriting. I have a typewriter
around here someplace - maybe
I’ll locate it by next winter.
I’ve picked marel mushrooms,
wild asparagus and wild straw
berries, saw a blackbird’s nest
with two lovely eggs, found some
gorgeous lilacs on an old home
stead, and found more wild greens
to eat than enough. We even
tried the bracken fern which one
of my favorite authors, Euell
Gibbons, says tastes like aspara
gus - maybe it does where he
lives but brother, 1 can think of
lots of things that taste better
than that stuff! Yuk!
We’ve planted a young orchard
and with luck will have plenty
of fruit in a year or so. There
are approximately 140 people in
the -village, nearly everyone has
his garden things; things grow so
well here and it’s a long way
to the corner store.
This is enough for now and if
you happen by Farm ers Market
at Bellevue, will you give Bob a
message for me?. When he found
we really were leaving Sheridan
he made a very smart remark
about how we’d get our supplies-
I quote him, “ Two days by dog
sled, and three by canoe, to the
nearest store!” Believe it or
not we go by car, but this letter
will go by 'pony express; tell
him things are looking better
all the time. I hear there’s
something called radio going to
be available any day now.
W. T. Foreign Correspondent
Roberta Kowin
by Mrs. Kenneth Shetterly
It was of great interest we
read of Gary Drill having been
selected as vice-principal of
Central High (Independence-
Monm outh school district) to be
come effective July 1, 1973. He
was selected from a group of 16
prospects.
,
Gary is a social studies teach
er and wrestling coach, and has
been in the district for eight
years.
The son of Mr. and Mrs. Doyle
Drill, Gary was born and raised,
in Willamina. He attended grade
and high school here and gradu
ated from high school in 1960.
For five years, he worked at the
U.S. Plywood plant while getting
through college atOCE. He grad
uated and received his bachelor’s
degree, continuing on to earn
a m aster’s degree.
Gary is married and has two
small children, a son and a
daughter, and their home is in
Monmouth.
Congratulations, Gary! We are
proud of you and know how pleased
and proud your parents must be.
We wish you continued success.
Who knows? You may even sur
pass your great-uncle, professor
Harry Drill, who was Willamina’s
first principal and went on to
become a great educator.
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Honesty
survives
by Vance Welty
Thursday evening, while waiting
outside the fire hall for a meet
ing of the Fourth of July com
mittee, Tom Allen and this writer
were approached by a boy who
appeared to be about 11 or 12
years old. He was holding a
wallet and asked if we knew who
it belonged to. He said that he
had found it near the fire hall
and that he couldn’t find any
identification inside.
Allen checked around and found
that the wallet belonged to Fred
Greb.
He found his driver’s
license tucked away inside. None
of the money in the wallet had
been taken.
The boy was already leaving on
his bicycle when the owner was
discovered, and we just had time
to ask him his name. He said
it was Vincent Ordaz - - and
was gone.
.We haven’t been able to find
out anything about Vincent Ordaz
since then, but felt that his ac
tion deserved mention, at least.
by Vance Welty
After conversing with a friend
not so long ago, he commented
that I have weird hobbies. Non
sense.
-- Doesn’t everybody
slosh around swamps after frogs,
crawl around stream beds trying
to catch crawdads and hunt with
a flintlock? No?' Well, maybe
I do have weird hobbies.
Among those items we got back
from Medford, alas, my old
muzzle-loaders were not in
cluded. Now, collecting old guns
is not considered weird, but ac
tually shooting them is something
else!
,
.
You guys who go hunting with a
modern bolt-action, high-pow
ered rifle call yourselves sports
men. Ha! Why, with a rifle
that has sights that are properly
aligned, a bullet that is nearly
guaranteed to go off and a rifle
that shoots more or less where
it’s aimed, even I might have a
chance of hitting something!
But try your luck with an old
flintlock sometime. Now THAT’S
sport. Even if you happen to get
within a few feet of a nice big
buck, he still has a better than
even chance of getting away.
Let me explain.
First, you have to load the darn
thing. Unlike the modern prac
tice of sliding a bullet into the
chamber, the flintlock hunter lit
erally has to start from scratch.
First, you dump the black powder
down the barrel. Not enough
powder, and the bullet will barely
get past the barrel; too much,
and you’re likely to taunch your
self into orbit. We will now
assume that you have poured in
the right amount (the odds are
against it -- I used to have a
powder measure, so that after a
disaster, I could measure how far
I went wrong);
You must understand that one
requirement for proper loading is
the possession of three or more
hands. Now that you have the
' powder down the barrel, you are
holding the musket upright while
putting the plug back into the
powder horn, while at the same
time you are sliding a cloth patch
. into your mouth and reaching for
a lead rifle ball. If you’re a
purist like me, you molded the
balls yourself, and they are every
shape but round.
You now take the wet, sloppy
patch out of your mouth and place
it over the muzzle. Then you
place the rifle ball over it and
squeeze the whole mess into the
barrel. The ball itself mustn’t
touch the inside of the barrel --
that’s why the patch -- and the
patch has to be wet to keep every
thing good and tight.
Now comes the fun part. You
take the ramrod and you ram,
slam and cram as hard as you can
until everything is packed as
tight as possible. You know when
you have reached this point be
cause your hand hurts something
awful.
So now it’s all loaded and you’re
ready to shoot, right?
Wrong. You’ve barely begun.
You now tip the musket up and
hope that everything you jammed
into the barrel doesn’t fall out.
If it doesn’t, you can proceed to
prime the pan. To do this, you
have to lift the hammer back to
half-cock and raise the strike
plate to reveal the pan and touch
' hole. If you don’t know what I’m
talking about, you’re lucky.
What you’re trying to do now
is to pour enough powder next
to the touch hole to ignite the
charge inside without using so
much that it takes your face
with it when the whole thing
goes off.
Now you clamp the strike plate
back down. If you don’t do this,
1. the powder will fall out and
2. the thing won’t shoot.
Next, you check the flint. If
the edge has worn away or if it
isn’t clamped tightly enough, it
either won’t give a spark or it
will fall out. However, assum
ing that the flint is all right;
you are now ready to cock the
hammer on back and shoot.
Would you believe people used
. Larson receives
M aster's d egree
Leslie Larson received a Mas
ters degree in Social Work from
Portland State University at com
mencement exercises on June 9
at Washington Park, Portland.
The Masters in Social Work
degree represents two years of
professional training in social
work.
He did his internship in the
Polk County Mental Health Dept.
and the Delaunay Institute for
Mental Health, Portland.
He graduated from Willamina
high school in 1961, the son of
Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Larson,
Willamina.
The Pest
heaven ageratum an d ^b crinkly
Have you noticed the terracing
going on at the Belliveau-Herz-
bergs on Ivy and the new look
at the Cook residence on the
way out of town toward Wallace
Bridge? Both places are look
ing very nice, as I am sure all
of you will attest. Congratula
tions friends for taking the Clean-
up-Fix-up campaign seriously.
We are trying desperately to do
likewise, but our short weekends
are surely making it difficult!
Are you gals still saving your
Flav-R-Pac labels, I hope? I
spotted my friend, Luella Nice,
this past weekend and asked her
about it and she said the handi
capped persons surely are and
certainly would appreciate any
help we can give in that re s
pect. The labels may be left
at Nice’s Electric shop and she
will make sure they get to the
proper place.
You gals who have asked the
name of those two border plants
in my edging, I found them. The
blue-lavender ones are blue-
leaved ones that haven’t bloomed
vet are verbena - in mixed col
ors, hopefully, royal carpet by
"congratulations graduates for
ail your 12 years of school now
completed, and a red rose to our
close nieghbor, Anita Kilgore,
for earning the award I wish I
could have won -- citizenship!
coul
That is a special one to strive
that, juniors?
for, get sympathy
to Ruth, Jack
Our
and the other Members of the
Myrtle Fendall family and the
Flvnns of Sheridan. Just the
other day I dragged out some
° Ctures and among them were
two pictures «I Myrtle when she
was crowned queen of Willa
•na’Q first Old-Fashioned
Fourth of July celebration. She
was a sweet little queen and we
S T all miss her. I was proud
7o share her name and know she
“ glad to be at rest up there.
May 0od bless all.^ __ThePegt
f
to fight wars with those things?
A friend, while watching me load
up my old monster, commented
that if I were ever in a battle
and had to go through all that
rigmarole, the enemy could cas
ually walk over and stomp me to
death before I ever got off a
shot. He was right, too.
But now that the thing is loaded
and primed doesn’t mean that
you’re home free. Now is the
time for the ol’ guessing game
“ Will it or won’t it?” You
never know if the thing is ac
tually going to fire until after
the trigger is pulled -- some
times several times.
But le t’s suppose that it does.
You’ve just squeezed the trig
ger and the hammer has fallen,
striking a nice spark and blowing
a nice cloud of sulpherous smoke
in your face. There is now a
harrowing waiting period to see if
the charge in the barrel will go
off. Meanwhile, you have to keep
the barrel aimed at your target
and sweat a lot.
When the thing actually goes off,
you can relax. It will be at least
a minute or more before the
smoke clears and you can see if
you hit anything or not. There
is a certain peace of mind in
knowing that you probably didn’t
so why worry about it.
Whether you hit anything or not,
you now get to take a cleaning
solution and swab all that black
crud out of the barrel. This
done, you get to start all over
again.
Doesn’t that sound like fun?
In earlierdays
by Lee Perkins
EARLIER DAYS
June 9, 1938
May distribution of benefit
checks to
jobless workers
insured under the state un
employment compensation law
found McMinnville claim center
for Yamhill County, receiving
$16,497 for 2.1 per cent of the
total for the state.
A few claimants, whose unem
ployment was broken by tempor
ary work periods have received
, their 19th checks. Average a-
mount per pay chpck for those
whose claims have been paid up
for 1938 was $12.01.
The main topic of discussion
at the City Council meeting this
week was the regulation of
sprinkling hours. It was stated
that sufficient pressure could not
be obtained by water users on the
hill when all hydrants in the city
were in use. It was finally de
cided to regulate the sprinkling
hours of each water user to three
hours every other day..
Hours will be in effect from
6 a m. to 7:30 a.m., and from 6
p.m. to 7:30 p.m. Citizens on
the hill will be allowed to sprink
le these hours on the days des
ignated on cards which have
been distributed by the water
commissioner, G. W. Linton.
Downtown users will sprinkle
on the days that the people on
the hill are restricted.
These hours will be in effect
for the months of June, July,
August and September. By order
of the common council, viola
tors of these hours will be den
ied the use of city water. If
additional shortage of water oc
curs by carelessness of water
users, only two hours use on the
designated three days will be
permitted.
The Willamina Commercial club
met in regular session in the
basement of the M.E. church
Monday noon, the Ladies Aid
serving the lunch.
Wm; Jarvis made a motion
which was passed that petitions
be drawn and circulated so that
the Bell mountain road might
be improved by the county.
A motion was made and passed
to the effect that the club fin
ance a joint dinner meeting with
the taxpayers of the New Grand
Ronde district for the purpose of
discussion the unionization of
high school districts.
Miss Gladys Surgeon, daughter
of Mr. and Mrs. L. W. Surgeon
of the Hillcrest community, be
came the bride of John B. Hen
derson of Willamina at a quiet
ceremony in Newberg Monday
evening. Rev. E. W. Winn of
Newberg performed the cere
mony in the parsonage there.
The young couple are making
their home here for the present
and are receiving the congratu
lations of their many friends in
and around Willamina.
The Willamina brick plant is
now operating with a crew of
over 40 men. Early this week
clay was ground and prepared
for the kilns, and shipments are
being made regularly.
O. K. Edwards, manager of the
brick plant, states that efforts
are being concentrated on the
manufacture of fire bricks. One
of the finest deposits of fire
clay has been obtained and it
is reported that the manufac
tured product will not be ex
celled. Mr. Edwards believes
that this fire brick will become
equally as famous as the Wil
lamina face brick.
Mr.
M. Petersen has kale
plants for $1.00 per M; cabbage
plants 10 cents per dozen. A
no. I.
Distinguished Indian visitors
from the Crow Indian reservation
of Montana were Mrs. Robert
Yellowtail, wife of the superin
tendent of the Crow Indian r e
servation, and Mr. and Mrs. Joe
Medicine Crow and son Joseph,
who is a senior at Linfield Col
lege, paid the Wm. Simmons
family a visit here at Grand
Ronde.
The Jefferson Review, a week
ly newspaper of Marion County,
appreciates the writings of M.
Petersen’s philosophy in the Wil
lamina Times.
From around the house hints:
Wire paper clips may be used
very successfully to hold pleats
in position when pressing a skirt.
Twine used in tying bundles
should always be dampened. It
will tie much tighter and will
not slip when knots are made.
Unfortunately a man doesn’t
confine himself to laughing in
his sleeve. He laughs out loud
and makes an enemy.