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Monday, June 17, 2024

#54 - Oregon then, and then, and now.

I mentioned in this previous post that my Dad, Mom, sister and I used to go to Oregon in the summers when I was a kid.  We would stay with family on their dairy farm in the Tualatin Valley near Gaston, and enjoy life out in the country for a week or two. 

ArcGis maps showing farm location

We tried to milk the cows, collected eggs from the hay bales, swam in a pond, played with distant cousins - you know... vacation farm life. And I loved it (except when I was 3 and stepped in the poop gutter behind the cows with my new shoes on. Or when our parents drove away from a gas station while my sister and I were buying comic books - ah ... family vacations). Since catching up with some of those cousins through Facebook and these posts, I found out that it was apparently very exciting for them when the "Canadians" were coming, too. They looked forward to it apparently as much as we did.

We normally stayed with Uncle George and Aunty Gladys - cousins of my grandmother.  They were brother and sister, neither of whom ever married and were part of my great grandmother's brother, Alec's family. Alec had moved to Oregon from Scotland in 1908, and married his wife, Nellie (Helen) when she immigrated in 1909. They went on to have 7 children - 5 girls and 2 boys. After having 5 girls, having their first boy (Alexander) must have been a surprise.

Helen Hacket's (Alec's mother-in-law) bible showing the births of all the Steele children - 5 girls and then 2 boys.

Alexander Steele's birth announcement in the Newberg Graphic, March 30, 1922, p.4

Alec and Nellie Steele with their children - 5 girls and 2 boys. Alec is in the middle, Nellie on the left, Uncle George is to the right of Alec and Aunty Gladys beside him. The tall one on the end is Alexander. Ca. 1940.

Aunty Gladys is in the middle of this photo, I think George is behind her to the right. Ca. 1945.

Uncle Alec was an elderly man when I met him.  I know for certain we went to Oregon in 1971, when I was almost 3, and in 1972. He died in 1973 when I was 4. We might have gone in 1970, too. I remember him having one of those little tins that made a "moo" sound when you turned it upside down. And I remember being scared of him (as I was of most elderly people when I was that young). All that he had done in his life was unknown to me as a child. He was just "uncle Alec".

Uncle Alec (Alexander Steele), ca. 1972

In the summer of 2019, my husband and I decided we should take a summer vacation with our 15-year-old son. We probably wouldn't have too many more opportunities to travel as a family because he was growing up so fast - not knowing what would be hitting us about 6 months later with Covid. Being in the museum field as well as a fan of cheese, my husband suggested that on our trip through the Pacific Northwest, we should visit the Tillamook cheese factory and maybe stay over in McMinnville where Howard Hughes' Spruce Goose now resides.

These two destinations appealed to me as Tillamook isn't far from the Oregon coast - a place I absolutely fell in love with as a kid - a spiritual restoration spot for me.

Me (left) and my sister at Beverly Beach, OR, in 1978.

My Dad, me, Nancy, Beth, David and Lana - kin from Oregon who we hung out with at the beach.

Me (left) at Cannon Beach, OR, in 2019 - 41 years later with better technology.

And, of course, when he said McMinnville, I saw the opportunity to connect with my past as well as look into this side of the family. I was very excited. 

First thing one morning in McMinnville, I went to the Yamhill-Carlton Cemetery, to pay my respects. It took a few minutes to find them, but there were many names I recognized - Thies, Wilson, Collins ... and Steele. Uncle George who had shared his farm with us so many times. And Aunty Gladys who kept us fed while we were there. Two siblings who just never found a life partner other than each other. Who took their father in after their mother died. Who lived on that land for pretty much all of their life.

George Steele's headstone (d. 2012)

Gladys Steele's headstone (d. 1997)

Hubby and son went to see the Spruce Goose, I went to the Yamhill Valley Heritage Center in McMinnville. They sent me to the Historic Lafeyette Site in Lafayette, OR, where the Research Library was held (they are currently moving the Research Library to the Valley Heritage Center in McMinnville which will be more centralized).

The folks at the research centre were great.  They shared their obituary files with me.

Sad to find out that Nancy had died 2 years ago.

Already knew that George and Gladys had passed away, but I hadn't seen this face in 40 years. I would not have recognized him.

I was shocked to find out that Nancy had passed. I still remembered her as the young mother in the photo above, of course, but she was 72 when she passed away. I am well beyond the age she was when I knew her.

A lovely volunteer at the family research centre also showed me a 1942 map as I was interested to see if I could find the farm that we spent so many summers visiting.

Thanks to Historic Map Works you can find it here.

And what did we find on the map? Look at the middle of the map just to the right of the TT in FLETT.

Alexander Steele's farm - right there in the middle.

Tuesday, October 22, 2019

#53 - Connections Around Oregon

I never thought that researching a postcard would lead to finding links (some tenuous) between a piece of family land and Abraham Lincoln, the Franklin Expedition, the Red River Colony, the Oregon Trail and a postcard company, and myself to all of them. But here it is. Written by Sandi Ratch on October 17, 2019 - a coincidence that I wrote it the same day Lincoln wrote something very important:

On October 17, 1863, Abraham Lincoln released a proclamation calling for 300,000 new volunteers to join the United States army for three years or the rest of the war – the war had started in April, 1861, and when Lincoln made the call for more men, the expiration of the first volunteers’ three-years’ service was approaching. That same day he also wrote a difficult reply to a request from Major General John Gray Foster, declaring that Dr. David M. Wright would, indeed, be executed.

“Major General Foster
Fort Monroe, VA
It would be useless for Mrs. D. Wright to come here. The subject is a very painful one,
but the case is settled. A Lincoln.”[i][ia]

Three months earlier, on July 11, 1863, Dr. Wright had been “nettling” Second Lieutenant Alanson L. Sanborn, a white officer who was marching at the head of his company, the 1st U.S. Colored Volunteers[ii], along the main streets of Norfolk, Virginia. An altercation between the two men led to Sanborn being shot dead. The two sides of the story are, of course, both spun to an opinion: one stating that the Doctor had been defending women and children from abuse by the soldiers and may not have actually levelled the deathly shot;[iii] the other stating that Wright, a “violent Secessionist”[iv], had taunted the U.S. Army officer and then shot him after the threat of arrest.[v] We’ll never know where the truth lies, but Wright was sentenced to death by a special military commission[vi]. After the sentence, Lincoln postponed the execution until an insanity examination could be conducted,[vii] but Wright was declared sane at the time of the shooting by Dr. John P. Gray.[viii] A petition signed by nearly 200 citizens of Norfolk was also written on October 17, 1863, but it did nothing to inspire Lincoln to commute Wright’s execution, and despite two escape attempts in the following week,[ix] Wright was hanged for the murder on October 23.[x]

Abraham Lincoln November 8, 1863 (Library of Congress)[xi]

Dr. David Minton Wright [xii]

The only image of  A.L. Sanborn I could find on the Internet

On the evening of October 17, Grover’s National Theater in Washington was presenting Lincoln’s favourite play, Macbeth, starring Charlotte Cushman as Lady Macbeth [xiii, p.4]. “The most famous American actress of her generation and the most famous Lady Macbeth”[xiv, p.7], Cushman was a woman before her time. Living in Rome to accommodate an “alternate lifestyle”, Charlotte was a lesbian thespian from an old American family. This evening’s performance was part of a 5 Yankee-city tour to raise funds for the United States Sanitary Commission [xv]. The tour ended up contributing $8,000 toward the care of sick and wounded Union soldiers [xvi, p.7]. President and Mrs. Lincoln and presidential aide William O. Stoddard attended that night’s performance.

Charlotte Cushman [xvii]

Grover’s National Theatre in Washington D.C. [xviii]

Despite the busy and probably emotional activities of October 17, 1863, Lincoln also found time to sign an Oregon land patent for one John Flett and the descendants of his deceased wife, Charlotte (Bird) Flett.

John Flett

Flett was born in August, 1815.  A Métis member of the Red River Colony (present-day Winnipeg), he was the son of a Scottish Hudson’s Bay Company man (from the Orkney Islands, Scotland) and a half-aboriginal mother.  By the time he was 25, the bread-and-butter beaver-felt hat had fallen out of style, being replaced by the finer, less furry fibres of oriental silk – putting a strain on the Hudson’s Bay Company and the fur trade in general. 

Furry Beaver felt hat 

Smooth Silk hat

By 1841, with the fur trade in a rather precarious position, George Simpson (from Dingwall, Scotland), the Governor of the Hudson’s Bay Company, had asked Chief Factor Duncan Finlayson (from the Orkneys) to recruit settlers from the Colony to help maintain HBC control of the northwest [xix].  Finlayson contracted with James Sinclair (also the son of a Scottish man from the Orkneys – see a pattern here?) and 21 metis families (121 bodies in all) to make the long journey on foot and by Red River cart from Winnipeg to Puget Sound in Washington Territory with the promise of houses, barns, fenced fields and much livestock. John Flett (25 years old and Sinclair’s brother in law) and his family (wife, Charlotte, and two children) were part of that group and would end up eventually settling in the Willamette Valley of the Oregon Territory. Pierre St. Germain was one of Flett’s emigrant companions. Like the rest of them, Germain was Métis - and he had exceptional survival skills which had aided him in becoming an interpreter on the first Franklin Expedition to the Arctic.  He was “considered a rogue, a rebel, and a troublemaker by Franklin”, but was nonetheless an indispensable, strong, versatile and resourceful servant [xx]. Someone I’m sure Flett appreciated as a travelling companion.

The Sinclair expedition travelled from Red River to the Saskatchewan River, through Fort Edmonton, and down to Rocky Mountain Fort. (As an aside, 139 years later, Dr. David Burley, an archaeology professor from Simon Fraser University and second on my graduate committee, would excavate Rocky Mountain Fort and remove the old fireplace stones from it in the hopes of reconstruction in a museum. Sometime around 1989, I would be tasked with cleaning and reconstructing those fireplace stones - beside which Flett or his companions most likely warmed themselves). The Sinclair Expedition then travelled through the Rocky Mountains to Canal Flats[xxi], past the future site of Fort Steele (where I would run an archaeological excavation for 2 years in the late 90s), Tobacco Prairie, Lake Pend d’Oreille, Fort Nez Pierce (Walla Walla) and on to Fort Vancouver. Things didn’t work out for the party in Puget Sound – the promises had not been kept by the HBC and no good future could be seen, so in 1842 Flett moved south to the Willamette Valley in what would become the Oregon Territory. The population for all of the Oregon Territory in 1850, when they first took a census, was 13,294 (which may or may not have included the Aboriginal population).[xxii]

As a married man, Flett had been allowed, by the Oregon-Donation Act, to claim 640 acres - he took 634.86. The land in question included three sections located on Wapato Creek, just south of Wapato Lake (near the current community of Gaston, which is north of McMinnville). Located in the west boundary area of the Willamette Valley, the land was perfect for farming – low-lying fertile soils for planting, and plenty of high grassy areas for raising cattle. Lots of timber for building, and a seemingly endless supply of water. Residing on the land from 1842 to 1859, Flett farmed and tamed that particular piece of wilderness while also working as an interpreter between the local American Indians and the government. His work included interpreting for General Joel Palmer at the Walla Walla Council of June, 1855, and being instrumental in treaty negotiations with a number of tribes following the Indian Wars of 1855-57. In 1859, Flett filed another claim in Pierce County, Washington Territory, near the town of Orting and moved there. Sometime between 1879 [xxiii] and 1928 [xxiv] Flett or his descendants sold the Willamette Valley land, part of which ended up in the hands of an immigrant son of a Scottish blacksmith.

Alexander Steele (Uncle Alick) had moved to Oregon in 1908. One winter, likely between 1909 and 1913 [xxv], he and his wife Nellie bought a postcard. It was a colourized lithograph showing a mature apple orchard in Oregon with holly berries in the background. All that is written on the back is “Just to wish you a Happy New Year from Alick + Nellie.” His younger sister (also named Nellie, and my great-grandmother) would follow him to North America in 1912 fatefully missing a voyage on the RMS Titanic and settling in Vancouver, British Columbia.


On the back, the postcard clearly reads: “Patton Post Card Co., Salem, Oregon.”

The Patton Brothers, Hal and Cooke, started the Patton Postcard Company in 1908. The men were the sons of one successful Oregon Trail pioneer, Thomas McFadden Patton, and the grandsons of another, Edwin. C. Cooke. The Oregon Trail had been forming before the summer of 1843, but after that year, when the “Great Migration” of some 700 – 1,000 emigrants headed west from Missouri to Oregon, the trail became more permanent. Patton and Cooke, unknown to each other before the trip, along with other settlers and uncounted men headed to California for the Gold Rush, travelled the route in 1851. The 22-year-old Patton made it to Oregon, the older Cooke was in poor health so he, his wife, and his 14-year-old daughter, Frances (“Frank”) stayed in Salt Lake City for the winter. The young bachelor and the older Cooke stayed in touch, however, and by 1854 Patton had married Cooke’s daughter, Frances Mary. Not wanting her daughter living far away in another city, the younger Pattons moved in with Mary’s family and they all lived together in Salem for the rest of their lives.[xxvii]

The senior Cooke purchased a book and stationery store on State Street in Salem in the 1870s, and 40 years later when his grandsons wanted to jump onto the postcard craze band wagon, they opened the Patton’s Post Card Hall adjacent to it. A reported 5,000 postcards hung in brackets on the walls of the Hall - apparently the largest postcard store in the northwest at the time.[xxviii, p.5 and xxviiib]

Patton’s Post Card Hall in Salem [xxix]

Nellie and Alick probably bought the card at a local store – orders could be made through the upper floor mail-order office.

By 1928 Alick owned a relatively small farm in the Willamette Valley on Wapato Creek near Flett Road just south of Gaston. This was part of the land that John Flett had settled on and received the patent for in October 1863. Steele farmed that land, raised a family of 5 girls and (finally!) two boys. They built a family home and eventually their son, George, would live in a smaller house on the property with his sister, Gladys. In the early 1970s, my family and I would visit Alick, George, and Gladys in that smaller house on the farm. After 1973, only George and Gladys were left– Uncle Alick then resting in the Yamhill-Carlton Pioneer Cemetery - he died at the age of 90. My sister and I remember those family visits with much happiness and love. We became farm kids for a few days, milking cows, collecting eggs, being a little freer to roam about and get dirty, and chumming with distant cousins. Very formative times for a child.

I could never have imagined, while playing in the hay bales at Uncle George and Aunty Gladys’ farm, that I would spend October 17, 2019, 156 years to the day after Abraham Lincoln signed that land patent, writing about the history of that land and the people tied to it by papers and a postcard.

Green, Virginia
2003    Lifelong Companions: The Patton Brothers. In Historic Marion volume 40, number 4.

Nemerov, Alexander

Perry, Leslie
1896    Appeals to Lincoln’s Clemency. The Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine Volume 59, New Series Volume 29. Macmillan and Co. London.

[xiii] Nemerov 2010:4
[xiv] Nemerov 2010:7
[xvi] Nemerov 2010:7
[xxv] There is no postmark to firmly date this postcard, but it was likely sent in 1909 - after the marriage of Alick and Nellie in 1909, and before they had their first child, Helen, in 1910 (otherwise they would have proudly signed her name as well. Another postcard in this series was found online from 1913

[xxvii] Green 2003