tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176507502024-03-27T16:53:52.346-07:00Cafe UnknownPortland Oregon history by Dan HaneckowDan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-71290215846780021132021-09-03T18:02:00.025-07:002021-09-05T16:36:18.227-07:00 <p><b>The Lives of Nancy Boggs</b></p><p>Nancy Boggs and her floating brothel are firmly established in Portland's mythology. Writings on her range from unquestioning acceptance to well-reasoned debunking. Most commentary dates prior to exponential increases of online archives and improvements in OCR (Optical Character Recognition) software. Through those developments, the story's evolution is traceable and a determination can be made of its relative truth.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdknyhMrgMvG-WnU2TphTP81nvZ9SPJ1n1_5B2I-HRG7zTpZob9iAmZA6y4j1QJVfETWN06jcfmmVwHxX6M5Cyjw59Uk8kJBEEHnYbaafeRN5XAJudk4ZQMv14cS8DC_LzmBfGIw/s2048/Wildmen+Wobblies+and+Whistle+Punks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1313" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdknyhMrgMvG-WnU2TphTP81nvZ9SPJ1n1_5B2I-HRG7zTpZob9iAmZA6y4j1QJVfETWN06jcfmmVwHxX6M5Cyjw59Uk8kJBEEHnYbaafeRN5XAJudk4ZQMv14cS8DC_LzmBfGIw/w231-h361/Wildmen+Wobblies+and+Whistle+Punks.jpg" width="231" /></a></div><br /><p>The best known version of the story was written by Stewart Holbrook as part of <i>The Three Sirens of Portland</i>, in American Mercury magazine's May 1948 issue. It was republished in 1992 in <i>Wildmen, Wobblies & Whistlepunks, Stewart Holbrook's Lowbrow Northwest</i>: <br /></p><p>"...but the fact is that in 1880 Miss Boggs was the owner and proprietor of a floating hellhole that was anchored in the Willamette River, which is Portland's harbor. At that time there were two cities, Portland and East Portland, with the river between them, each seeking to outdo the other. The lovely and alert Miss Boggs, learning that there some doubt as to who should administer the laws in the harbor, sought to make capital of the situation.</p><p>Dredging up sufficient cash to purchase an old sawdust scow, she had erected on its deck a two-story house. The lower section was provided for the devotees of Bacchus and Terpsichore, the upper was totally devoted to Venus. She painted it bright green and stationed it in the middle of the river. In the meantime, she had it stocked with the best she could find of what came in bottles and corsets. Miss Boggs's floating palace of sin was a success from the night it opened. On both east and west shores, she stationed boatmen-pimps charged with seducing, then rowing customers to the middle of the stream, where Nancy and her girls took care of the rest".</p><p>"...Then in 1882, came one of those great moral waves that sweep over American cities every decade or so. Egged on by reformers, the police of both Portland and East Portland made a combined raid on the scow. Do not for a moment believe Miss Boggs was not ready. She herself in person met the combined police forces with hose in hand, and out of the hose issued three terrific blast of steam straight from the scow's heating plant. Cursing and screaming like all the harpies alive, Nancy poured life steam over the bluecoats, who got out of there quickly".</p><p>The scow's lines were then cut by the police, sending it down river, "...A woman of decision and quick action, Miss Boggs first attempted to wake the one man on board. But he was still heavy in his cups. So, bidding her frightened girls to be calm, Nancy lowered away a small rowboat, got into it, and rowed as for dear life to the shore at Albina ". There she enlisted a steamboat to provide assistance. The barge was towed back to its original moorage. "I doubt that it was gone long enough to have lost a dollar in trade". Holbrook concluded. "Miss Boggs continued in business until conditions warranted a move to dry land, and even there did very well, it is said, but with less gusto than in her scow days".</p><p> </p><p>Stewart Holbrook has been criticized in Portland as a historian, but viewed as a folklorist his stock rises. His source for the story was Ed "Spider" Johnson, a barroom raconteur, gambler, former prize fighter and denizen of the old North End in the 1890s. Johnson's stories of Shanghaiing, Bunco Kelly and other colorful characters provided a rich vein for the journalist's columns. </p><p>A consummate recycler, Holbrook published two earlier versions in the <i>Oregonian</i> during the 1930s: <br /></p><p>"Where Nancy Boggs came from, no one seems to know. She appeared first on the scene here as the owner and operator of a whiskey scow in the Willamette River. This was in the early 80's when the east side was separate municipality known as East Portland, and the middle of the river was a sort of no-man's land, where one didn't bother about obtaining a city license to do business.</p><p>Nancy's scow was really a two-story houseboat, some 80 feet long and 40 feet wide. The lower part was a saloon and dance hall, while the upper floors were for the dance hostesses of the ship. Nancy would anchor mid-stream and would move north or south from time to time, depending on the docking of sailing ships come to town, the changing currents of the river, and the changing attitudes of the Portland police force.</p><p>But the scow business went out of fashion in the '90s. Lots of customers fell overboard and were drowned; every now and then police from both cities would stage a raid; and many folks wouldn't bother to hire a rowboat to get a drink or have a dance when there were plenty of drinks and dancers on dry land. So, Nancy sold her vessel and moved ashore to the North End, where she continued to do business for a number of years". -The <i>Morning Oregonian</i>, July 29 1934.</p><p>The 1934 telling contains details not included in the 1948 version, such as the dimensions of the vessel and its changing locales. Other details: "the lovely and alert Miss Boggs", the boat's bright green color, "boatman-pimps" and "her frightened girls" that would appear in 1948 are absent. The cutting of the scow's lines and its retrieval by steamboat are not mentioned. The barge is not unique, but part of a larger "scow business" Both end with Nancy setting up again on dry land.</p><p>Holbrook's earliest version was published in the <i>Morning Oregonian</i> on October 8 1933 as part of the multipart series <i>Shanghai Days in the City of Roses</i>. It drew directly from interviews with "Spider" Johnson, one which was broadcast over the radio on KGW. The 1933 and 1948 incarnations have some similarities. Both include the police being met with steam, the scow's lines being cut and the stern-wheeler rescue. They even share some verbiage. A significant difference is that the story is presented as a direct quote from Johnson:</p><p>"Along the time Tony Arnold was active, or maybe it was a little bit before, there was Nancy Boggs. And she was good! Nancy ran a whiskey scow in the river where the Burnside Bridge crosses it. In 1881, or 1882, there was one of those moral crusades that happen every once and awhile. The police, egged on by newspapers, went out to the scow. Nancy pumped them all over with all over with boiling water with a rig she had all fixed up for such an occasion. The cops went back to Second and Oak for reinforcements. They went back to the scow and cut the hawser. The Willamette was at high water at that time and Nancy's scow started down the river fast. Nancy got into a rowboat and rowed over to the Albina shore, where she chartered a stern wheeler. They tell me Nancy's whiskey scow was tied up near the Burnside bridge inside of two hours and doing business. Nancy later ran a place on shore, and I under stand she did very well.</p><p>Nancy, I guess was a real hellion when it came to business but she was a square guy. Yes, perhaps some fellows were shanghaied out of her place. That was Portland's leading business when Nancy was going strong, but if she owed you money she paid it, right on the nail. Her place on shore was on Second and Pine streets. Bridget Gallagher was operating at the same time. Bridget was never so well known as Nancy".</p><p> <br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH292zPGlnXZ5pSjxEw_TnwBpvLIunkCRySef1_v4Id-l2yqP7zafZgmAcqp6UOWcHExVNBHeu4S8hkuSo51YqAvtXYtl9r-5RI7x_RPZkhS0AXeMc2HhBYz5xV3DucF9LA8stgQ/s1264/Portland+East+Portland+1879+Glovers+bandw.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="1264" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH292zPGlnXZ5pSjxEw_TnwBpvLIunkCRySef1_v4Id-l2yqP7zafZgmAcqp6UOWcHExVNBHeu4S8hkuSo51YqAvtXYtl9r-5RI7x_RPZkhS0AXeMc2HhBYz5xV3DucF9LA8stgQ/w520-h427/Portland+East+Portland+1879+Glovers+bandw.jpg" width="520" /></a></div><br /><i>Portland in 1879. The Burnside Bridge would later cross near the steamship at the center of the picture.</i><p></p><p><i> </i></p><p>There is no doubt that a woman named Nancy Boggs lived in Portland during the second half of the nineteenth century. But who was she, and how does she relate to her legend?</p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeE9uCtb3m_oLf4uzGBbtIPf5pbg616cIUznJFyZ4WXlijnlWKsI2LKZ4sXtgg-DHx7w0YsB8gDS25nIZE6ep1jcQ7dV-9hb5bUfSvvQYmw3Yav0dYv93DlKP7LN8WzU2k30wQbg/s1618/Hopewell+Township+Beaver+Co+PA.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1162" data-original-width="1618" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeE9uCtb3m_oLf4uzGBbtIPf5pbg616cIUznJFyZ4WXlijnlWKsI2LKZ4sXtgg-DHx7w0YsB8gDS25nIZE6ep1jcQ7dV-9hb5bUfSvvQYmw3Yav0dYv93DlKP7LN8WzU2k30wQbg/w400-h287/Hopewell+Township+Beaver+Co+PA.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><i> </i><p></p><p>Nancy Veazey was born in 1833 some fifty miles northwest of Pittsburgh in Hopewell Township, Beaver County, Pennsylvania. By 1850 the Veazey family lived in Gallia County Ohio, near the Virginia border (present day West Virginia). There, on March 17 1853 she married Isaac Boggs, a laborer.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjob8UYGMU3YDtHUbYMXKlN_iTxaNwZb70wvmClAb2dnuxUJf6I2gobLo8ndfm20IWxpm9qZ-8Kc2gYizokcCsTfKogDAe78A44rSEZr2jcjPLQfKhyrxuiTFExWrIcwbulGL-hXw/s1450/1853+03+17+Nancy+Veazey+Isaac+Boggs.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="353" data-original-width="1450" height="87" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjob8UYGMU3YDtHUbYMXKlN_iTxaNwZb70wvmClAb2dnuxUJf6I2gobLo8ndfm20IWxpm9qZ-8Kc2gYizokcCsTfKogDAe78A44rSEZr2jcjPLQfKhyrxuiTFExWrIcwbulGL-hXw/w357-h87/1853+03+17+Nancy+Veazey+Isaac+Boggs.JPG" width="357" /></a></div><p></p><p><i>Isaac Boggs's and Nancy Veazey's marriage record.</i></p><p>Within a year they had a son, Alexander, and emigrated to Oregon in the vicinity of Silverton, where Nancy's brother had obtained a pioneer donation land claim. In Silverton, Isaac was the town's first blacksmith. Their daughter Eliza was born in 1856. The couple parted prior to the end of the decade. Isaac moved with their son to Astoria where he remarried. By 1860 Nancy lived in Portland.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRQL5Ks4NkBevH1TCpOi1s-xHMTlbWvoU8R_C7cWXkDJTsT9QNetwGWDDovdkQrIgLHBTWDOT5OfKk0-lmw6_TSzkDyrIKqEAjI5_RPOjyW4oyK60Gc9alegM-qNgFJ7hPHZgaRw/s1523/1860+US+Census+Nancy+Boggs.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="104" data-original-width="1523" height="22" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRQL5Ks4NkBevH1TCpOi1s-xHMTlbWvoU8R_C7cWXkDJTsT9QNetwGWDDovdkQrIgLHBTWDOT5OfKk0-lmw6_TSzkDyrIKqEAjI5_RPOjyW4oyK60Gc9alegM-qNgFJ7hPHZgaRw/s320/1860+US+Census+Nancy+Boggs.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><i>The 1860 US Census lists Nancy Boggs working as a domestic. She lived with her five-year-old daughter at a hotel ran by James W. Going. (The Howard House at 5 North Front).</i></p><p><br /></p><p>In city directories during the 1860s she was listed as a dress maker, or a cloak and dress maker. In 1869 she advertised stamping with indelible ink.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJluZUA7i9KbtTxPbiomEDaIrewTUzF1hx89XUPVjBA2cKb-utkNLJ81stZLbytf298P4lZpA7k86wBonAxMQ3QUSNqN9uwrfRtOXRiiCuNQSP4qundG5fN_y5F-pQMuwQ4Nt1Pg/s858/1869+03+17+Nancy+Boggs+stamping.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="298" data-original-width="858" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJluZUA7i9KbtTxPbiomEDaIrewTUzF1hx89XUPVjBA2cKb-utkNLJ81stZLbytf298P4lZpA7k86wBonAxMQ3QUSNqN9uwrfRtOXRiiCuNQSP4qundG5fN_y5F-pQMuwQ4Nt1Pg/s320/1869+03+17+Nancy+Boggs+stamping.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXYQzB9LXWZahEO-nxnennUkmhL6Y8vtzUVuF8eQjx2MXi56mvWYjbvkuXIefZ7jnqfFHaeUnvGqQGDZwRp3mmHBxkDhnB_QWkJzgvaOEctS-wG0O3wUbOvy85VknD21v2jOnfGw/s2579/1870+United+States+Federal+Census+Nancy+Boggs.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="2579" height="20" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXYQzB9LXWZahEO-nxnennUkmhL6Y8vtzUVuF8eQjx2MXi56mvWYjbvkuXIefZ7jnqfFHaeUnvGqQGDZwRp3mmHBxkDhnB_QWkJzgvaOEctS-wG0O3wUbOvy85VknD21v2jOnfGw/s320/1870+United+States+Federal+Census+Nancy+Boggs.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><i>The 1870 US Census.</i></p><p>Nancy Boggs was listed as keeping house with her fourteen year old daughter in the 1870 US Census. That same year she began to appear in newspaper stories. In January she was convicted of larceny and fined $25 or 30 days in jail. She was acquitted on appeal. Then on August 5 1870 the <i>Morning Oregonian</i>, adapting a quote from Charles Dickens's <i>David Copperfield</i>, reported: <br /></p><p>"A "lone lorn creetur"* of the name of Boggs has bought suit against a faithless lover named Morrill to recover the value of a $5,000 heart smashed all to smithereens, as is alleged, by his promises". <br /></p><p>The suit, against saloon keeper Ira Morrill, over the collapse of their marriage agreement, was found in her favor. She was awarded fifteen dollars for breech of promise.</p><p>On March 8 1873 she charged the city pound master Charles Lawrence with seducing her seventeen year old daughter. Lawrence was jailed. The charges were dismissed and he was released.</p><p>A year later on March 3 1874 the <i>Morning Oregonian</i> reported: "Wm Palmer was arrested late last evening on the complaint of Mrs. Nancy Boggs". Albany's <i>State's Rights Democrat </i>cryptically provided more details: "William Palmer of Portland, tried to kill Nancy Boggs with his little hatchet. He now languishes in dungeon damps". No resolution of the charges was reported. </p><p>The tone of the press coverage points to her being well known. But what of saloon keeping and a brothel?<br /></p><p><br />By 1877 she resided at 46 Pine on the south side of the street between Second and Third. On October 29 of that year she was arraigned in State Circuit Court on the charge of keeping a house of prostitution to which she pleaded not guilty. Two months later she was victim of a violent assault. The incident, viewed in context with the reported hatchet attack, speaks of a dangerous livelihood beset with violence: </p><p>"Shamefully Beaten" Yesterday evening, a young man by the name of John Giffen** was arrested, charged with assaulting, in a very brutal manner, Nancy Boggs, proprietress of a saloon on Pine street. Giffen had an altercation with the woman, during which he struck her repeatably about the face, knocking her down and kicking her several times. In his fury Giffen, seized a large beer glass and hurled it at the woman with tremendous force. Fortunately, it missed her, and striking the wall, was shivered. Had it struck the woman, it undoubtedly would have killed her. During the assault Giffen kept applying the most foul epithets to the woman, and saying "I'll kill you". He was placed in jail, and today will be examined on a charge of assault with intent to kill". -The <i>Morning Oregonian</i>, December 21 1877.</p><p>The story drew to a close six months later:</p><p>"Yesterday morning at about five o'clock, John Griffin, lately employed as a bartender in the Hub saloon, committed suicide by leaping off the dock in front of D street and was drowned. He had lived in Portland for some time, and a few months ago was engaged as a barkeeper in the "dive" run by a notorious woman of ill-repute called Nancy Boggs. He frequently drank heavily, and during one of his sprees assaulted Nancy and inflicted bloody injuries which came near causing her death. He was arrested for the offense, was tried before a justice of the peace and bound over to await the action of a grand jury on his case in the sum of $500. John Casewell, proprietor of the Hub saloon, procured his release from confinement in the county jail by signing his bond, and gave him employment in his saloon as a bar tender. The <i>Morning Oregonian</i>, June 15 1878.</p><p>That same year, on November 2, Abigail Scott Duniway gave a nuanced view of Nancy Boggs in her newspaper, the <i>New Northwest</i>:</p><p>"We learn that the "one more unfortunate" who died last night of drunkenness and debauchery at St. Vincent's Hospital, was taken in and cared for by Mrs. Boggs, as an act of charity, after the poor creature had been left to die without a priest or person. Mrs. Boggs keeps a lodging house, and is a hard working woman, who, we are told, does not deserve the censure cast upon her by the city press, the NEW NORTHWEST included. It is not the province of this journal to wrong man or woman. The latter's way, if compelled to struggle for a livelihood, is hard enough at best, and the blessed truth is always bad enough about even the best of both sexes".</p><p>While Duniway refers to running a lodging house, as opposed to a saloon, or "dive", "Mrs. Boggs" almost certainly refers to Nancy, the only person listed in city directories with that last name at the time and one who also had a high profile in the newspapers.<br /></p><p>On December 12 1879 she was arrested for violating one of the provisions of the license act by allowing women to dance in her place.</p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEDyUYuz2DdI8q5_BF6Kkzj-v8DQ1_FaGjzRPXXBhRzmKNae3kla9FpBESXH_IHFEV_rchmd2NYZxfN81HaWbOtriKWNaSS59pTa5icq-bUg5gNA97crxLOsN4MMRlrLQvpuI8ng/s1278/1880+US+Census.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="199" data-original-width="1278" height="50" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEDyUYuz2DdI8q5_BF6Kkzj-v8DQ1_FaGjzRPXXBhRzmKNae3kla9FpBESXH_IHFEV_rchmd2NYZxfN81HaWbOtriKWNaSS59pTa5icq-bUg5gNA97crxLOsN4MMRlrLQvpuI8ng/s320/1880+US+Census.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><i><br /> In the 1880 US Census, saloon keeper Nancy Boggs lived with her daughter and two lodgers at 46 Pine street.</i><br /><p></p><p></p><p>"A Lively Row" reported the Morning Oregonian on February 19 1880: "About half past nine o'clock last night the ladies and gentlemen who attended soirees at Nancy Boggs' Palace on Pine street between Second and Third, became out of humor over some slight incident, and began to smash each other over the head with bottles, beer mugs etc. Officer Brannon happened to drop in and escorted two of the gentlemen, Alex Kidd and John Fagan, to the city jail".</p><p>Very little was written about the women at Nancy Bogg's establishment. An exception was Mary Sanders. On May 30 1882 the <i>Morning Oregonian </i> reported a double drowning on Ross Island. A party of "rough men and lewd women and girls" rowed out to spend the day at the island. Peter J. Sitko, keeper of a "saloon scow" docked nearby, invited Sanders "a habitue of Nancy Boggs' den on Pine street" into the water. She refused, telling him that she could not swim. Sitko offered to teach her and "took her into the water on his back. He evidently went beyond his depth, and with the additional weight carried sank. Both went down twice..".</p><p>What of Nancy Boggs's scow? Did it exist? </p><p>On December 22 1882 a Portland news item appeared in the <i>Corvallis Gazette</i>: "Two footpads on Pine street, recently stopped the wife of a well known lawyer of Portland and demanded her purse in front of the infamous dive of Nancy Boggs in that city, as the wife was passing the street on her way home. The people of Portland should apply a little hemp without too much form.</p><p>Three weeks later the <i>Morning Oregonian </i>reported: </p><p>"Albina, like any other thriving place, has not failed to attract the human parasites whose particular vocation is to pray upon the legitimate industry and prosperity of others. Prominent among these are saloon keepers, who are not only infesting all parts of town, but have taken up points of advantage along the river from scows equipped for their nefarious business. It coming to the knowledge of the city marshal that among the later were persons encroaching upon the territory of East Portland, that officer a day or two since proceeded to investigate the matter. He discovered two scows, reputed to be engaged in the business stated, were located within the city limits, and thereupon endeavored to gain evidence against their occupants to secure conviction without liscence. In company of two citizens, he boarded one of the crafts, kept by one Nancy Boggs, whose reputation and history it may not be necessary to dwell upon, by whom they were confronted. But she proved too old a bird to be caught, refusing to sell in quantities less than those allowed under a county licensee. -the <i>Morning Oregonian</i>, January 10 1883. <br /></p><p> </p><p>The last appearance of Nancy Boggs in a Portland City directory was in 1886 in the North End at 144 G street, across from the stable of the Transcontinental Street Railway's horse car lines.<br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRAC3bJTvDcn_4vM-lRsaL3R6yvO9Djh909-KzikdHEEyum454asyBh4HU44_IPavEDOFKWf_gaAnIKcwmEHp1_bbm3sb4jYKZ9CHozwSkh-WdNEuazQ-vuR_6iHzXL5GC59rIA/s1276/1889+144+North+G.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1008" data-original-width="1276" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRAC3bJTvDcn_4vM-lRsaL3R6yvO9Djh909-KzikdHEEyum454asyBh4HU44_IPavEDOFKWf_gaAnIKcwmEHp1_bbm3sb4jYKZ9CHozwSkh-WdNEuazQ-vuR_6iHzXL5GC59rIA/w373-h295/1889+144+North+G.JPG" width="373" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnlz9JxlJakThDhpngJx41qXc5WmPWk6AGlsHMSiICsl9IKBtODiBHO8jmJn7HW9ByLumVZLUSH3gHEsXK-yz8RYG14CuKnzr3VvAnnjgOWZtM647pI3QA1s_Y0kVQP7nOKP_rcA/s1840/NW+Glisan+between+Broadway+and+Park.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1368" data-original-width="1840" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnlz9JxlJakThDhpngJx41qXc5WmPWk6AGlsHMSiICsl9IKBtODiBHO8jmJn7HW9ByLumVZLUSH3gHEsXK-yz8RYG14CuKnzr3VvAnnjgOWZtM647pI3QA1s_Y0kVQP7nOKP_rcA/w378-h282/NW+Glisan+between+Broadway+and+Park.jpg" width="378" /></a></div><p><i>Today, the site of 144 G street is on NW Glisan between Broadway and the North Park Blocks, across from the Pacific Northwest College of Art. Nancy Boggs's last domicile in Portland was located directly behind the tree in the photograph. The Harlow Block (colored pink on the map from 1889) still exists (the large building).</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p>The following year she appeared in the <i>Oregonian,</i> not as the subject of a story but as an example. Saloons had been banned in Rainier. As a result "Barges, like that of the widely infamous Nancy Boggs, floated down the river, carrying not only whiskey but the worse evil of prostitution.". The article, and a similar mention in 1894, establishes the vessel was well known in Portland three decades before "Spider" Johnson mentioned it to Holbrook.</p><p>At some point she married Ned Mullery, who resided on Emerald Island, aka Mullery's Island, on the lower Columbia in Cowlitz County Washington. Mullery fell off a boat and drowned on June 24 1903.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjAqUKJHV90Owa4M-f00BOCYrx48RzHxJ-8kHNWkdOuQ4CGHPAOqFlgJQIpyo0GQp-iEN9GcL0JbDkN85nkCTvSNHqwXhY0sObbQwPuGRUjXy_ousnnWUxPKFAJSn5R__PUCl8Q/s956/1903+06+28+Nancy+Boggs+and+Ned+Mullery.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="781" data-original-width="956" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjAqUKJHV90Owa4M-f00BOCYrx48RzHxJ-8kHNWkdOuQ4CGHPAOqFlgJQIpyo0GQp-iEN9GcL0JbDkN85nkCTvSNHqwXhY0sObbQwPuGRUjXy_ousnnWUxPKFAJSn5R__PUCl8Q/s320/1903+06+28+Nancy+Boggs+and+Ned+Mullery.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Nancy continued to live on the island. Despite her absence she still had interests in Portland, purchasing lot 1 in Block 24 in the Fremont Place plat from her brother, John Veazey. She died on March 30 1906 at the age of 72. Probate records indicate that the Mullery's lived a modest existence, not without small comforts, and left an estate with more debts than assets.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVGY1W9hVGSYaJM-d-_e2LO0izMvHWwQYYlFVEUng2kLhWdJOgkNlJikeoDOs-0VccKX96GU7ZFFURmDOuj5XU8lqeDz-1WBaxd1Uu-mxKO3HRmU_N5R6CZnrWH__HlCqNebIJw/s2048/Portland+Story+Holbrook.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1490" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVGY1W9hVGSYaJM-d-_e2LO0izMvHWwQYYlFVEUng2kLhWdJOgkNlJikeoDOs-0VccKX96GU7ZFFURmDOuj5XU8lqeDz-1WBaxd1Uu-mxKO3HRmU_N5R6CZnrWH__HlCqNebIJw/w268-h368/Portland+Story+Holbrook.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><br /><p>Nearly a half century after she died, Stewart Holbrook continued to polish her legend. In 1950 he was commissioned by the Lipman and Wolf to write <i>The Portland Story</i> to mark the firm's centennial. In that version, the colors of the scow were upgraded to "a bright Nile green, trimmed in dainty vermilion". The story also gained a new coda. After being being cut loose by the police in the moonlight , the vessel drifted "...away downstream, and so out of Portland's history, but to add immeasurably to that of the town of Linnton".</p><p>Holbrook's last retread appeared in <i>Oregonian </i>in 1957 in <i>Forces of Virtue vs. Miss Nancy Boggs</i>. By then others had taken up the legend. <i>Oregonian</i> columnist Jack Mahoney's 1945 variant was recast in 1950 for a national audience in <i>True Police Cases </i>magazine. In 1984, she appeared in the book <i>Portland, an Informal History and Guide </i>by Terrence O'Donnel and Thomas Vaughan under the misnomer Mary Boggs. Her scow was painted bright crimson. <br /></p><p>Viewed point by point, the legend of Nancy Boggs is more true than not. However fragmentary, the preponderance of evidence confirms the following assertions by Johnson / Holbrook: There was a Nancy Boggs in Portland. She ran a saloon that fronted for a brothel. The saloon was located near Second and Pine streets. A "scow business" existed in the early 1880s. Nancy Boggs operated a particularly notorious scow. Afterwords, she took up business again in the North End. </p><p>That said, years of barroom retelling and decades more of embellishment removed much of the reality of Nancy Boggs and her world. Holbrook's stories reflect his favorite tropes and set pieces, spurred on by the preferences and expectations of his readership. Miss Nancy Boggs (she was always a Miss to Holbrook) was cut from the same cloth as Broadway's and Hollywood's "Unsinkable" Molly Brown, another irrepressible heroine who drifted far from her basis in fact, and later Gunsmoke's <a href="https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MissKitty">Miss Kitty</a>. </p><p>Whatever happened on board the scow, it captured the attention and imagination of Portland. "Spider" Johnson's statements are accurate enough to merit consideration that even the most outlandish episode, the steam-fueled confrontation with police and the paddle-wheeler rescue, might have some basis in truth. But while parts of the story may, or may not yet be proven, documented facts such as hardship, violence and survival never made it into the legend in the first place.</p><p>Notes:</p><p>* The full quote from Charles Dickens in David Copperfield: "I am a lone lorn creetur and everything goes contrary with me".</p><p>** The name of the man who assaulted Nancy Boggs is written as John Giffen in the first article and John Griffen in the second.</p><p>The breakthrough to Nancy's past and her eventual fate was the short article about Ned Mullery's drowning. It lead to her whereabouts after leaving Portland and eventually to the probate records that listed Nancy's surviving relatives. From that information it was possible to work backwards from what was already recorded about her in Oregon.<br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> <br /></p><p><br /></p><br /><br />Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-62981837643966179412021-06-08T21:32:00.012-07:002021-06-09T13:19:04.417-07:00<p> </p><p><b>The Hong Kong Cafe</b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYj5kquSZAkzvyyZ9LsREreRqStqbsa-4ATPhc86LZRsvcHbqQIIBIwswdmYQ-3yUSopw1n5-qihd6Zn0YChEmAi0wq9FCrM177h6C4Li7uN0Lg4ZYMO3lzKGBJcps1JKlT3Io8A/s2048/Hong+Kong+Cafe+01+Dan+Haneckow+collection.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1214" data-original-width="2048" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYj5kquSZAkzvyyZ9LsREreRqStqbsa-4ATPhc86LZRsvcHbqQIIBIwswdmYQ-3yUSopw1n5-qihd6Zn0YChEmAi0wq9FCrM177h6C4Li7uN0Lg4ZYMO3lzKGBJcps1JKlT3Io8A/w635-h377/Hong+Kong+Cafe+01+Dan+Haneckow+collection.JPG" width="635" /></a></b></div><b> </b><p></p><p><i>A postcard, postmarked May 25 1910. The main dining room of the Hong Kong Cafe, located on the west side of Sixth street, between Washington and Stark. <br /></i></p><p>White table cloths, wooden chairs and a patterned linoleum floor. Modest decorations hint at the cuisine. In the next room, windows look out above Sixth street. Second floor locations were common with Chinese restaurants seeking to avoid the higher rents at street level.</p><p>The Hong Kong Cafe was opened by Lee Ling Sen, Lee Quin and Hoey Ching Cho on Saturday, November 27 1909. Its business district location, well outside Chinatown, places it in the forefront of the Chinese restaurant boom that began in the years leading up to World War I.</p><p>Writing in the 1920s, G.H. Danton, a New York University professor on an academic exchange to Tsing Hua College in Peking (Beijing), explained: "The rapid increase in the number of Chinese restaurants, or "chop suey" parlors, is a rather striking fact in the life of America. Fifteen years or so ago, there were just a few of these eating houses, confined to the China-towns of large cities. About ten years back, their number began to increase, until now they may be found everywhere." He added: "The reasons for their popularity are simple: they are clean, cheap, they offer a combination of exotic and artistic, and they are honestly and efficiently managed."</p><p>The cafe advertised "Delicious noodles and chop sueys made fresh daily," as well as "steaks and chops, oysters and shell fish of all varieties in season." There were two kitchens, one for Chinese cuisine, the other American. A merchants lunch special was offered daily from 11am to 2 pm for 25 cents. Unlike most Chinese restaurants at the time, the Hong Kong Cafe had a liquor license. Want ads regularly sought experienced waitresses. Long hours likely pushed turnover as Lee Quin had to pay a $25 fine for violating the 10-hour Female Labor law in October 1910.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53nXpuo_rWDWZuRmka4pvStyzOtaMwKOU9-yAmrfzIVoEAfDTLu1kRdJeIyQWlQ5hq-GI4SQQmn1dQbdt3-34H1cteC-q-ed8wdcaC4n-LuL5oyuQgpkslwvAIG0UKBJSs15EQw/s2048/Hong+Kong+Cafe+02+Dan+Haneckow+collection.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1325" data-original-width="2048" height="443" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53nXpuo_rWDWZuRmka4pvStyzOtaMwKOU9-yAmrfzIVoEAfDTLu1kRdJeIyQWlQ5hq-GI4SQQmn1dQbdt3-34H1cteC-q-ed8wdcaC4n-LuL5oyuQgpkslwvAIG0UKBJSs15EQw/w684-h443/Hong+Kong+Cafe+02+Dan+Haneckow+collection.JPG" width="684" /></a></div><p></p><p>This view from 1913 places the Hong Kong Cafe in context on Sixth street. Its sign can be seen mid-block on the right, advertising its merchant lunch, chop suey and noodles. The two story building also held the Lamb's Club cafeteria, the Columbia billiard parlor and the New Grand Theater, a five cent cinema that featured "High class motion pictures" such as <i>Ranch Girl's Mistake</i>, a "thrilling western story." The clock tower of the Oregonian Building can be seen in the distance.</p><p>The Columbia Theatre's sign, lined with incandescent bulbs, hangs over the street. Such signs were common in Portland in the first decades of the 20th century. The last came down in 1948 when they were outlawed. The theater itself is the white glazed-terracotta faced building with arches to the left. Not visible are the 2,500 light bulbs inset into its facade to make it gleam at night. The Columbia featured four-reel motion pictures such as <i>Two Little Kittens </i>(a drama), <i>Her Royal Highness</i> (comedy-drama), <i>Death's Marathon</i> (drama) and the <i>Forgotten Latchkey</i> (a comedy). Admission was ten cents, twice that of the New Grand across the street.</p><p>The Hong Kong Cafe caught fire on December 1st 1919 at approximately 7:45 in the morning. Captain William D. Heath of the Portland Fire Department suffered severe burns while attempting to shut off a gas meter that exploded. One of the Chinese proprietors, referred to in the press as "Big Jim" narrowly escaped the burning building. The business sustained $10,000 in damage which was covered by insurance. The Lamb's Club cafeteria, Beck's Sweet Shop, the Columbia billiard parlor and the Oregon Hardware Store were also damaged. </p><p>The restaurant reopened on January 30 1920 but vanished from city directories and newspaper advertisements shortly thereafter. In 1941 the entire west side of the block on Sixth, between Stark and Alder, was cleared for Equitable Building designed by Pietro Belluschi.</p><p> </p><p><i>Note: To avoid anachronisms, locations are referred to by names they had at the time. Sixth Street became Sixth Avenue in 1933. Stark street is now SW Harvey Milk street. The Equitable Building is now named the Commonwealth Building. </i><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p> <br /></p>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-84980834764825743662016-01-31T08:15:00.004-08:002021-07-09T11:09:31.497-07:00<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span></span></b>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">By way of happenstance, luck and generosity, an old photo album recently came into my possession. Between <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">its </span>nondescript covers <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">is</span> something extraordinary: sixty four pages of 3.5 x 5 black and white snapshots, documenting Portland street scenes from the mid 1960s to 1976.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Some pictures are near duplicates, others are included without regard to quality. Handwritten notes on the inside cover correlate to absent negatives. Most of the dates provided are approximates. The album's function appears to be that of an negative contact index sheet, but with larger images.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The unnamed photographer was interested in recording Portland's built environment. <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">People</span> appear<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">, but</span> they are incidental, seldom the subject. It is the<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> project</span> of someone to whom a sense of place held great importance.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I believe, with a high degree of c<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">onfidence,</span> that the album <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">is the work of </span>Harvey Maddux, author of the book <i>Camera Around Portland </i>(1979, Maddux Engraving company).</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In equal parts memoir, a paean to the good old days, and a celebration of Portland, the book feature<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">s</span> Maddux's contemporary views, augmented by images from the Oregon Historical Society. Subjects such as the Oregon Coast, Columbia River Gorge, and events such as the Columbus Day Storm, the Trail Blazer's championship celebration and the eruption of Mt St Helens (a year after the book's copyright date) are also covered. Significant portions of the book are dedicated to street scenes and individual buildings, traits it shares with the photo album. In both, Maddux shows a preference for the old, but also documents the new. The photographic style in the book and album are <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ve<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ry</span></span> <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">similar</span>. While there are no exact matches between the two, numerous examples are very <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">clo</span>se.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The photo album (left) and <i>Camera around Portland</i> (right). </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Harvey Maddux was born in 1902. His childhood was spent at his family's homestead, twelve mile east of Tillamook, as related in his first book, <i>Homestead on the Trask</i>. He arrived in Portland in April 1926, apprenticing <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">with</span> the Oregonian as a photo engraver.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>"Amidst the tall buildings on the west side, I felt like a mouse in a haystack. Right off the bat I got so turned around I was an hour finding my way home. To keep from getting lost after that, I had to establish a point from which I could venture and still keep my bearings. That point was the arches on Third Avenue, visible day or night, all the way from the river up to Thirteenth"</i>. -Harvey Maddux, <i>Camera Around Portland</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Maddux thrived in Portland and adopted the city as his own. Over the next four decades he worked at a number of firms downtown. By the mid 1960s, changes caused by urban renewal, new development and freeway construction, brought fears that the essence of the Portland he knew was imperiled.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>"Could a city loose its identity: Could the "new" reach the point where it crowded the "old" out of existence?" </i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"As out-of-town wealth began flowing into the city, with it came heavy pressure to reshape the town itself - with little if any regard for aesthetic values. And this is where the rub began. For a while it looked as if everybody got to see who could put up the highest building in the city. At the same time, one after another familiar landmark was being destroyed. Watching so many old establishments disappear from the scene disturbed me. Pictures were one sure way to revive the memories; that is where I got the idea of putting together a book". </span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i></i></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Smith and Watson building (1883) was on the north east corner of SW First and Main. Seen here circa 1965, it was home to the Berkshire, offering transient and housekeeping rooms. It was demolished in 1974 for Portland's World Trade Center complex. Today, some of its pilasters and arches are free standing in Ankeny Plaza.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Portland Civic Auditorium, circa 1969, during the short period of time between the demolition of the buildings that faced it across SW 3rd Avenue, and the installation of the Forecourt (now Ira Keller) fountain in 1970. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A World War II era liberty ship from the reserve fleet, docked in preparation for scrapping, north of the Broadway bridge, circa 1970. Throughout the 1960s <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">m</span>any liberty ships were scrapped within a few miles of where they were built.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Karafotias Brothers grocery store on the south east corner of SW 11th and <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Columbia</span>, circa 1970. One of two markets owned by members of that family, the other being at #940 SW Hall. The location <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">is <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">now</span></span> <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">parking</span> <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">beside</span></span></span> the P<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">laid Pantry, </span>across SW 11th from the </span>Museum Place apartments.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Low rise offices of the Portland Development Commission and Pope and Talbot<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> on the </span>east side of SW 4th between Mill and the pedestrian walkway aligned with Montgomery, circa 1974. <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The complex <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">was part </span></span>of Portland Center, whose apartment buildings can be seen in the background. The Cyan PDX apartments <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">were later</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> built o<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">n the site</span></span>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Artwork inside one of the entrances to the Dekum building (1892) at SW 3rd and Washington, circa 1965.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">SW 3rd looking north, circa 1965, in front of the Dekum building. The Council block (1883), the Davis (former Abington) building (1886) and the McKay building are visible across Third and Washingto<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">n. T<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">o</span></span>day the site of the buildings <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">is the locat<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ion of </span></span>a half parking / food cart lot.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Mid 1960s sidewalks were more crowded with street furniture (clocks, fountains, parking meters, phone booths etc). There were much less trees. This view, with its flamboyant planters, has both.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Another view from outside the Dekum building<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span>toward the Council Block, this time down SW Washington, across 3rd, circa 1968. The neighboring Davis / Abington building had been torn down in 1967.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Council Block <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">stood</span> until 1976. <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The building <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">hand </span></span>not been designated a historic landmark due to a backlog of applications. Unlike prior <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">parking</span> lot </span>tear downs, its demolition was challenged by the Portland Planning Commission, an official of which noted the the outcome would show if "the city meant business with its pledge to preserve and revitalize downtown". The commission's effort<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">s were</span> not successful.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Council Block was <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">next door</span> to the<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span>Waldo Block (still <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">existent</span>) on SW Washington. <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Its</span> first floor was home to the Elephant <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and</span> Castle pub and restaurant<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">. Mama Mia Trattoria <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">now occup<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ies the</span></span> space. This <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">1970 <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">view</span> s<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">hows a p<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ort<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ion of the <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Ele<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">p<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">hant <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">and</span> Castle. The slogan "R's is a nice house R's is - No rats, no mouzes" is adapted from an old Eng<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">lish music hall song.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Harbor Drive freeway and the Oregon Journal <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">building<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">, formerly the Portland Public Ma<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">rket (19<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">33), <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">taken in 1969 from the Hawthorne bridge. That year it would be demolished to enlarge Harbor Drive, which would in turn be removed in 1974 to create Waterfront Park.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">The Bridgeport Hotel at the east end of the Burnside Bridge, circa 1970. The building would survive, <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">albeit</span> in derelict condition, into the early 1990s. The large sign faced the White Stag sign directly across the river. Over the years it <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">featured </span>numerous incarnations.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">The fountain in O'Bryant Square, circa 1974, long before O'Bryant Square's reputation as "Paranoid Park." Two years later, the square <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">received</span> a national design award from the US Department of Housing and Urban Development. The open frame structure in the background is a Pigeon Hole Parking facility, which was accessed by elevators at SW Stark and Park.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The International House of Pancakes at SW Yamhill and Park, circa 1970. The block is now the site of the Fox Tower. Note the sign for another Pigeon Hole parking structure which was located across the street, where Director Park is today.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Houses at the north east corner of SE 33rd and Yamhill, November 4 1974. Bot<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">h</span> still exist, but are now obscured from the street by trees. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Hock Shop, a topless bar<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">, and the closed McKnight<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">'<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">s <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Grocery inhabit the <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">West's Block (1883) at SE Grand and Alder. The building<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">, </span>now restored<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">, is the </span>home o<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">f the <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Architectural Heritage Center. September 4 1976.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">The Powers Furniture Company goose sign atop their flagship store at Third and Yamhill. Fifty feet high and weighing 7,000 pounds, it was a downtown landmark. Similar but smaller versions were on East Burnside over the building that would later be home to Hippo Hardware, and, most appropriately, in Goose Hollow on Jefferson Street.<br /><br />Ira F. Powers Jr., son of the company’s founder, believed in visual promotion. The Goose trademark appeared on large wall mural advertisements throughout downtown as early as 1914. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">Powers</span> opened their main store at Third and Yamhill in 191<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">1<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> in what is </span></span>known today as the Director Building. By 1914 large incandescent lit letters spelled out P O W E R S, oriented both<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> east <span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">an<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>d west, from its roof. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><br />The goose sign replaced the lit letters sometime after 1928. It survived the merger with Pacific Department stores and the subsequent re-branding as Pacific Powers in 1955. It remained on the roof after the store's purchase by Director’s Furniture in 1957.<br /><br />The sign was sold at the Zoomsi charitable auction in 1963, but was not claimed<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"> </span>by the winning bidder. On January17 1964 it suffered significant structural damage in a wind storm. It was purchased and <span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">removed</span> by Harvey Dick, of Hoyt Hotel fame, on February 23 1964.<br /><br />Harvey Dick wanted to mount the sign atop his Roaring Twenties nightclub annex of Hoyt that was due to open the following year. In <span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">classic Harvey Dick</span> style, he planned to add a red blinking eye to it.<br /><br />The sign disappears from history at that point. Unlike many of Harvey Dick’s acquisitions for his Portland Xanadu, the goose seems to not to have had a second life there, or at least appears in no photographs that I have ever seen. <br /><br />Can anyone solve the mystery of Portland’s missing fifty foot <span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">tall</span> goose?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">1913.
Portland glowed with incandescent warmth, a flickering metropolis whose
illumination bespoke progress and modernity. Gas and oil lights had been gone for a quarter century. In residential neighborhoods, globes from electric arc lights hung from wires over streets. Downtown, the light
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that powered new streetlights was quickly applied to advertising. Huge lit hands, index fingers extended, directed shoppers
inside stores. Glowing teeth proclaimed dentists, giant trunks luggage.
Theater signs blazed, suspended above intersections. Outsized lions, geese and shoes mixed with signs announcing restaurants, hotels, billiard parlors, vaudeville, cigars and Pabst. The outlines of tall buildings were strung in lights, while from rooftops illumination reached new heights.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"...If the sign has a shape or form distasteful to the average citizen, or even to the sensitive eye of a broad-minded artist, it constitutes a blot on the horizon and thereby checks the efforts of those working for the city beautiful."</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">-H.E. Plummer, Portland's inspector of buildings in American City magazine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">To its boosters though, Portland's bright lights confirmed its status as a premier city of the west, a member of the winner's circle that included San Francisco, Oakland, Los Angeles, Denver and the upstart Seattle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">What follows is a tour of Portland in 1913, from <i>Night in Portland</i>, a booklet published by the Newcomb Publishing Company of New York. The technique used to create it utilized photographs taken in the daylight, retouched to portray an idealized night, a common practice with postcards of the era.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Alder and Third, looking west on Alder. The large building on the corner is the former Masonic Temple. When built in 1871 it towered above the wood framed houses that surrounded it. In 1913 it was home to the J.K. Gill Company, sellers of books, stationary and postcards. It was demolished in 1928. The Hamilton and Dekum buildings, right, still stand.</i></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Vexed Question</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Portland or Boston?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The
coin toss; Portland's Plymouth Rock story. Everyone knows it, or at
least the gist. But is it true? Where did it come from? Has it
changed over time? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The story, in its modern form:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">"The
two founders of Portland, Francis Pettygrove from Portland, Maine and
Asa Lovejoy from Boston Massachusetts, both wanted to name the fledgling
site- then known as The Clearing, after their respective home towns.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The
coin toss was decided in 1845 with two out of three tosses which
Pettygrove won. The toss occurred in the parlor of the Ermatinger House
in Oregon City. This house, the oldest in Clackamas County is now a
museum. Portland was incorporated in 1849.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The coin, minted in 1835, is now on display in the Oregon Historical Society Museum."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>-Wikipedia, as of October 8 2013.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>The Portland Penny at the Oregon Historical Society.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">"It sounds like a fairy tale, but the men who did the flipping lived to tell the story many times."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>-David W. Hazen, The Morning Oregonian, Romantic Portland Streets column, May 31 1934.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The oldest written version I have come across is from 1863, eighteen years after the event:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">"A
plat was accordingly made; and the next thought that engaged the minds
of the proprietors was that of choosing a suitable name for the newly
born city of the west. Mr. Lovejoy suggested that the place be called
Boston, in honor of the capital of his native State, in hopes that at
some future time it might rival in commerce and importance the modern
Athens. Mr. Pettygrove contended that Portland was more appropriate,
inasmuch as it was the head of steamboat navigation and the <i>port</i> where would<i> land</i>
all the freight intended for the valley of the Willamette, and the
southern portion of the Territory. In order to decide this "vexed
question," it was proposed by Mr. Pettygrove to toss a copper cent,
which he had brought with him as a souvenir of his eastern home; this
being agreed to by Mr. Lovejoy, the cent was produced, and Mr.
Pettygrove proving the winner, PORTLAND was adopted as the cognomen of
the embryo city."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>-S.J. McCormick, The 1863 Portland City Directory.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">McCormick's version of the story, with its awkward melding of <i>port</i> and <i>land</i>,
might have been passed down to the present as the standard, had there
not been another telling recorded in 1878, thirty three years after the
toss. What it lacked in timeliness, it made up for with provenance:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">"The
naming of it lay between us. We snapped up a copper, and he named it
Portland. I should have named it Boston, because I came from there. He
named it Portland because that was in his state. But Portland is a
very good name. From that it went on, -and did not amount to much for
some time."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>-Asa
Lovejoy, June 18 1878, interviewed by Hubert Howe Bancroft at the
Lovejoy farm house, one and a half miles north of Oregon City.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Pettygrove
told with great glee the chance that resulted in the naming of the new
town. As a native of Maine he naturally thought of complementing the
metropolis of that state by giving it a namesake, while similar motives
prompted Lovejoy to call the town Boston. The controversy was finally
settled by tossing the single American coin in their possession, an old
red cent. It was agreed that the one who threw the most heads in three
flips should name the town. Lovejoy threw first and the result was
tails 2, heads one. Pettygrove tossed the coin, It first o'me
(misprint) heads and then again heads-and so we live in Portland instead
of Boston."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>-The
Morning Oregonian, June 28 1880, interviewing Francis Pettygrove at the
8th annual meeting of the Pioneer Association in Portland.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i> </i>Pettygrove's detailed description of the coin flip protocol, with a total of five flips, is noticeably different than the vast majority of the present day tellings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">A decade later, Harvey Scott, in his <i>History of Portland Oregon, with Illustrations and Biographical Sketches of Prominent Citizens and Pioneers</i> (1890) wrote his account:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">"In due time arose the necessity
of naming the place. The christening was done in quite an informal and
characteristic method. Lovejoy and his wife, Pettygrove and his wife,
and a Mr. Wilson being in a dinner party in their residence in Oregon
City, a little banter began to flow back and forth about the prospects
of the city a dozen miles below. It was soon inquired by what
appellation it should be known the world over. Lovejoy, being from
Massachusetts, wished to name it Boston. Pettygrove, of Maine, favored
Portland. It was jestingly agreed to decide the controversy by tossing a
penny. Pettygrove happening to have a copper -a memento of old times
"Down East" -gave the skillful flip which secured his pet name for the
city of one log cabin. At the first throw he was successful, and to
please his antagonist a trial of three throws was made, Pettygrove
securing two."</span><br />
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eight years after Lovejoy's death and just three years after
Pettygrove's, Scott's additional details: the location (Lovejoy's
house, Oregon City) and the presence of Mrs. Lovejoy, Mrs. Pettygrove
and Mr. Wilson, have a likelihood of having their basis in fist hand
accounts, as the two principals had decades of conversations to
establish a narrative. Scott's two out of three flip variant however differs from Pettygrove's own telling. </span><br />
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Francis W. Pettygrove of Port Townsend Washington, while displaying the
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">"This
copper one cent piece was tossed in the air more than 50 years ago to
decide whether this city should be named "Portland" or "Boston". It was
in the pioneer days of '42 or '43 that my father, F.W. Pettygrove, and
Mr. A. L. Lovejoy, a pioneer lawyer, had met for the purpose of choosing
a name for the city of Portland, then a mere trading station. Lawyer
Lovejoy came from Boston, and desired to have the young settlement named
for his birthplace. Father was a native of Portland, Me., and took
pardonable pride in choosing the name of that city. They disputed the
matter at some length, when Mr. Lovejoy suggested that they might toss a
copper for choice, the winner to choose the name. Father took this
copper out of his pocket and flipped it the air. As it fell to the
ground Lovejoy exclaimed 'heads' and it turned 'tails' up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Father
had won. but Lovejoy insited it should be two best out of three
calls. Father consented, and the next toss Lovejoy won. At the third
toss father called the turn properly and won. He thereupon christened
the settlement Portland, and the name has clung to it ever sense.
Father always sacredly guarded the copper cent, and it has not been out
of the family during all those intervening years, and as long as I live,
it never will be."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>-Francis W. Pettygrove, from the Morning Oregonian, September 12 1894.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Besides
emphasizing the sporting magnanimity of the Pettygroves, his version
added the dramatic detail of the penny falling to the ground. In
contrast with McCormick's 1863 account, it is Lovejoy, not Pettygrove
who suggested the toss. Pettygrove's prior residence also shifted from
the State of Maine to Portland Maine (he was actually from Calais
Maine). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>A Picture of Portland Rough Beginnings of a City, </i>(The Morning Oregonian, December 4 1900) presented a unified theory that straddled the early<i> port</i> + <i>land</i> and Portland Maine version of Pettygrove's inspiration, mated with two out of three flips:<i><br /></i></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">"A curious and interesting story
told is the naming of the future metropolis. Lovejoy and his wife,
Pettygrove and his wife and a Mr. Wilson were gathered at dinner in
Oregon City and engaged in some good humored discussion as to the
prospects of the place a dozen miles away. It developed that no name
had ever been given, or at least none final had been decided upon. The
preference of Lovejoy was Boston, as he was from Massachusetts.
Pettygrove wanted Portland, being from Maine. He contended that his
name was more appropriate, inasmuch as the site was at the head of steam
navigation, and it was the "port" where would "land" all the freight
intended for the Valley of the Willamette and the southern portion of
the territory. It was finally decided to settle the controversy by
tossing a penny. Pettygrove won the first throw, but to insure the
completeness of his victory he agreed to a trail of three throws, and he
won two. Thus his favored name was definitely agreed upon."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The
Ermatinger House (1845) in Oregon City status as the location of the
coin flip is a relatively recent addition, making its first appearance
in the Oregonian on April 22 1986: "The house is believed by some to be
the location of the famous coin toss between Asa Lovejoy and Francis
Pettygrove that determined the name of the city. A spokeswoman for the
Oregon Historical Society, however, said the coin toss did take place in
Oregon City, but it happened in Lovejoy's house. She did not know the
location of Lovejoy's house." </span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Lovejoy's house as the site
of the toss first appears in Scott's 1890 account. If it is the same
residence where Lovejoy was interviewed by Bancroft in 1878, it was
located one and a half miles north of Oregon City.</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The lobby of the Hamilton Building, SW 3rd Ave, between Alder and Washington.</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">"It is certainly time that the community awoke to the real value of its historic and picturesque background and ceased the provincial practice of tossing pennies to see which petty politician should have landmarks named for him."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-James
Tremont Wyatt, advocating for the picturesque and a proposal to rename
Portland. The Morning Oregonian, December 11 1934.</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Sentiment for a third option, neither Portland nor Boston, has had adherents<i> </i>over the years, with Multnomah, likely derived from the Chinook word Nematlnomaq (<i>down river, from the falls</i>), a preferred alternative</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">. </span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Noting that there were at least eighteen other Portlands in the United States, the Oregonian opined on September </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">30 1972, that the name deserved consideration in a (ill-fated) plan to consolidate Portland and Multnomah County.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">"It
is clear these two men, for all their pioneering ability, had little
feeling in their souls for the poetry of names. They had it in their
power to make the future metropolis a musical Willamette or a
distinctive Multnomah. But Portland it became, in 1845, and four years
later an all-wise Post Office approved the choice with a big red round
postmark.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>-Stewart Holbrook in The Far Corner (1950).</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>On
July 26 1966, the Portland Penny was used to determine which of two
parks, in what later would be called the Portland Open Space Sequence,
would be called Lovejoy and which Pettygrove. Mayor Terry Schrunk
flipped (once) the coin, it was called by Thomas Vaughan of the Oregon
Historical Society and Ira Keller of the Portland Development
Commission. Vaughan won, and chose the north park for Pettygrove and the
south for Lovejoy.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The
story is ubiquitous in retelling. It has been reenacted over the years
by Portland mayors, commissioners and school children. The coin toss
is a required stopover in any general Portland history. Boston
Massachusetts, in hope of a mulligan, has been the site of at least two
re-flips. The space the Oregonian has devoted to it can be measured,
not in column inches, but in yards. Surprisingly, it has not been portrayed in The Simpsons.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> In one hundred sixty eight years it has acquired countless variants, including
a Colliers Weekly article from 1917, in which Asa Lovejoy kicks the
penny into the river in a fit of frustration. Examination of early
written sources leave little doubt the toss has basis in fact, but for
every lost detail, there has been ample legend offered as replacement.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Final score: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Lovejoy- tales, tales, heads.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Pettyrove- heads, heads.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Portland OGN, October 8 2013.</span></i></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ada Louise Huxtable's visit to Portland</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">In 1970 New York Times architecture critic Ada Louise Huxtable visited Portland. What did she think? My piece in <b><a href="http://chatterbox.typepad.com/portlandarchitecture/2013/01/ada-louise-huxtables-portland.html">Portland Architecture</a></b>.</span><br />
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<br />Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-91759380286863203402012-11-09T07:08:00.000-08:002012-11-09T19:27:37.808-08:00<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">City of Bubblers</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">-From the <a href="http://www.visitahc.org/content/current-exhibits">Streetcars Build a City</a> exhibit at the Architectural Heritage Center.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">A view, taken prior
to 1947, near the present day SE Grand and Morrison stop on the newly
opened Portland Streetcar Central Loop. To the far left is the edge of
the twelve story high Weatherly Building, which still stands. A Benson
Bubbler is in the foreground. Like the Oriental Theatre, it has long
since vanished. The picture establishes that Portland's iconic four-bowled fountains once ranged on east-side streets.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> The photograph raises questions: If there was one Benson Bubbler on an east-side corner, were there others? Where were the original twenty fountains, donated by Simon Benson in 1912 located? How many still exist? What does their movement tell about Portland's history?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> The search for answers lead
to forty nine Benson Bubblers, and to the story of a forgotten
preservation battle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>A Benson Bubbler in the April 1916 issue of American City.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> The story of Simon Benson's gift to provide workers with an alternative to saloons ranks high, along with the coin flip to name the city, in Portland's collective myth; a perfect counterpoint to Henry Wienhard's offer to pipe beer through the Skidmore fountain on opening day.</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The fountains were immediately embraced by Portlanders, who wryly referred to having a "Benson Highball" or a "Benson Cocktail". Be it their implied communal invitation, </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">the healthful quality of Bull Run water, the philanthropy of Simon Benson or the design work of A.E. Doyle, the Benson Bubblers then, as now, symbolized Portland's better self.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Race Prejudices Disappear When Thirsty Folk Bend to Fountain"</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">-The Sunday Oregonian, July 27 1913.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>"...the "color line," however well defined it may be at other places, recedes to the vanishing point on a hot afternoon at the at the corner of Sixth and Alder, Fifth and Washington or any of the other 20 odd corners in the city where, night and day, the Benson fountains bubble their little song of welcome and generosity."</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">-The Sunday Oregonian, July 27 1913. </span><br />
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locations of the first 20 Benson Bubblers can serve as way markers to
the Portland of 1912. The fountain at SW 4th and Stark enhances a parking lot that was once the site of the opulent Chamber of Commerce building (1892-1934).</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Benson's twenty bubblers of 1912 were placed at the following street corners: (italics indicate locations where the fountains have since been removed).</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>First & Madison</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Third & Burnside</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Third & Morrison</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Third & Washington (Dekum Building) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Fourth & Stark (Chamber of Commerce) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Fifth & Morrison (Pioneer Courthouse)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Fifth & Washington (location of the 1st Benson Bubbler) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Sixth & Alder (NW corner, the Oregonian Building)</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Sixth & Irving (Union Station)</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Tenth & Washington</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Broadway & Glisan </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">(west end of the Broadway Bridge)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Broadway & Yamhill (sw corner near the Portland Hotel)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Burnside & Grand</i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Grand & Hawthorne</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Note: Broadway was changed from Seventh on the west side in 1913. </span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> "For many years the southwest corner of Third Avenue and Washington street right there by one of the Simon Benson drinking fountains- was the general headquarters for Portland's old time chimney sweeps. You've seen them there, no doubt, with their tall hats, or with hats in which tall cards had been stuck." </span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-Stewart Holbrook, in his column <i>Down Portland By-Paths</i>, The Oregonian, March 29 1934, about an old and dying practice.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In the century to follow Benson's donation, the fountains faced neglect, defacement, perils from disinvestment and displacement by off-ramps. At one point they were viewed by the City Council as a public health risk. Today, there numbers are more than double that of 1912, a turnabout brought on by the efforts of Francis J. Murnane.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>By the 1950s the fountain at Third and Washington had lost two arms. At least four received this treatment, a practice began in the 1920s to save water.</i> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"... The city of Portland however has treated the fountains rather shabbily. Many of the fountains are mutilated. Some of them have been removed in callous disregard of the donor."</span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-Francis J. Murnane, in the Oregonian, January 2 1952. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Francis J. Murnane, a Portland longshoreman, later president of ILWU Local #8, noted the sorry condition of the bubblers in a letter to the Oregonian in January 1952. Over the next six years his concern evolved into a personal crusade aimed at the City Council to protect the fountains, whose numbers had dropped to sixteen.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"It is my belief that the Benson fountains belong to all the city and should be restored to their beauty and usefulness. This is particularly important in order to favorably
impress the millions of visitors expected during Oregon's Centennial
and Trade Fair. Further, the inexcusable indifference in the care and
maintenance of the fountains may deter others from donating gifts to the
City of Portland."</span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-Francis J. Murnane, in a letter to the City Council, dated July 24 1958.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In his campaign, he created five hand-typed brochures, pasted with photographs of each of the existent fountains, which he presented to the members of the council. Despite the fact his preservation advocacy would gain him admittance into Commissioner William Bowes "letters from crazies" correspondence file, his efforts met with success.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"The
work of renovation and restoration of existing fountains is proceeding
under direction of the Bureau of Water Works, and a contract, authorized by Ordinance Number 109030, passed by the Council November 12 1958, has been entered into with James L. Hanson for the reproduction of four Benson fountains which were missing from the original number.</span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-Nathan A. Boody, Commissioner of Public Utilities, in a letter to the City Council, December 11 1958. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The sixteen bubblers were repaired and the arms that were restored to the four fountains that had them removed. Locations were found for those displaced by the new Morrison Bridge. Four exact replicas were cast to replace the missing
fountains. The first replica was installed, at the suggestion fo
Francis J. Murnane, at the base of the South Park blocks, with a plaque
memorializing Simon Benson.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i> Francis J. Murnane (left) at the dedication of the Simon Benson plaque near SW Park and Salmon. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">-The Oregonian, June 23 1959. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i> A refugee from t</i><i>he 1960s. </i><i>According the the Oregonian, the fountain at Broadway and Columbia (in front o</i><i>f the Oregonian's building) was placed there in December 196</i><i>7, after being displaced</i><i> by Urban Renewal. However, no Benson Bubblers wer</i><i>e located </i><i>within the boundaries </i><i>of the </i><i>So</i><i>uth Auditorium Urban Renewal district</i><i>, or its expansion</i><i>. It is possible though that the fountain </i><i>came from </i><i>First and Madison</i>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">In the decades to follow, more fountains were locally produced, some by Benson High School. By 1982 their total had grown to 37. Today their number stands officially at 52.</span><br />
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heirs wishes, stated in the 1970s, that they be restricted to certain
downtown boundaries. In 1912 there were four fountains along Fifth and Sixth. At present there are twenty-five, partially the result of a bubbler binge in 1976 that added fifteen to the bus mall, then under construction. There are none on Naito Parkway / Front Avenue (or for that matter in Waterfront Park). The only two on the east side of the river are at honorific locations: Benson High School and the Vera Katz East Bank Esplanade.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Some locations added after 1958 no longer have Benson Bubblers. Chapman Square, NE 41st and Sandy, Naito (Front) & Yamhill all at present have single bowled fountains. A forlorn cement filled circle marks the spot where a Benson once stood in O'Bryant Park.</span><br />
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examination of the bubblers reveals different varietals. The original
1912 era fountains are marked as Presented by S. Benson 1912 and by having a two piece top (or a screw hole indicating
a missing cap). The fact that there are currently 18 fountains with a
1912 inscription strongly hints that the four 1958 replacement replicas
were also thus adorned. On later fountains the inscriptions differ, many newer ones have none. The 1976 vintage bubblers revived two piece tops. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">NW Broadway & Glisan (missing inscription plate)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Oh My God! I love these things!"</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">-Teenage girl to her friend, approaching the bubbler at NW Second and Davis, a sunny Saturday afternoon, October 6 2012. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Today, their status as an local icon is secure. The Benson Bubblers dispense Portland's civic sacrament from 6 am to 11 pm, every day of the year. That they do is in no small part because the efforts of a Portland longshoreman in the 1950s. Had Francis J. Murnane not advocated for them, it is possible someone else would have, but in a decade where the past had little value, his contribution can not be taken for granted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <i>In 1965, two Benson Bubblers were cast, one of which was given to Portland's sister city, Sapporo Japan.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">-Photo courtesy of Christopher Lewis Cotrell. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Not a Benson, but a Robinson: In 1921, Nellie Robinson bequeathed $2,000 to the City of Portland for water fountains. Two four bowled fountains, similar but distinct from Benson's, were placed in front of the Civic Auditorium. Today they are perhaps the only remnant of the vanished streetscape in the South Auditorium Urban Renewal District. A three-bowled "Nellie" was also placed at Front and Vine, where it remains, albeit on a map much changed.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>North Portland is the only one of the "five quadrants" never to have had a Benson Bubbler. Or is it? A news item titled "Exclusive Dog Arrested" in the Oregonian on December 14, 1912, tells of a large Newfoundland dog impounded for drinking from a Benson Bubbler at Mississippi and Russell. If the story is correct, Albina had a Benson, just as the former East Portland had three. Its removal would likely have occurred long before Murnane's 1958 list.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">In 1979 Francis J. Murnane (1914-1968) was honored by the naming pedestrian wharf at the foot Ankeny Street in Waterfront Park for him. A plaque mentioned the roll of the waterfront in Portland's development and his terms as the president of ILWU Local #8. It continued:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>"His concern encompassed the city, its fountains, parks, statues and history. He was known by the City fathers of his time as the "cultural and historical conscience of Portland."</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">The plaque disappeared and was forgotten by the city and his union. The wharf was closed and recently removed. A small, garbage strewn platform beneath the seawall is all that remains of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">If Portland is serious about the riches of the city, perhaps this can be rectified by a new plaque at the base of the South Park Blocks, next to the one placed, at his suggestion, to honor Simon Benson.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> A toast, a Benson Highball, to Francis J. Murnane.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i> Thanks to Brian Johnson and Mary Hansen at the City of Portland Archives and Records Center. Terry Black at the Portland Water Bureau. Val Ballestrom at the Architectural Heritage Center, Doug Bloem, Christopher Lewis Cotrell and Tanya Lynn March.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>This tracking of the history, habitats and migratory habits of the Benson Bubblers was drawn from the following: a brochure by the Water Bureau on their downtown locations. A more extensive (but out of date) list generously provided by the Water Bureau, Francis J. Murnane's 1958 list from the City of Portland's Archives and Research Center, accounts from the Historic Oregonian database from the Multnomah County Library, and the direct observation of 49 fountains. If anyone would like a copy of my minutia filled, highly specific working list, <a href="mailto:dhaneckow@comcast.net">email</a> or contact me via the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cafe-Unknown-Portland-Oregon-history/197011673666911">Cafe Unknown Facebook</a> page.</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"> <i> </i></span><br />
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<b><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style="font-size: x-large;">Oh Gilded Palace of Sin</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">The Glisan / Holladay house on the south west corner of Third and Stark. </span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>"After
buying a large home from Doctor Rodney Glisan, "he remodeled it and
immediately installed a harem of high class prostitutes."</i></span></div>
<span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style="font-size: small;">-Wikipedia, on Ben Holladay </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> <i>(click on pictures to expand)</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif">The statement plays into the well established narrative
of Ben Holladay's sojourn in Portland, and notions of a raucous frontier
of painted ladies and soiled doves. Often repeated, the anecdote has
acquired the authority of settled fact.</span></span><br />
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<span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" style="font-size: small;">A close examination of the story however reveals a
different picture; a cautionary tale of how myths perpetuate and history
is made. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLBF6u5oLbeYMPZ7iDibPzXzA_tARSHOdf-fUu7vkzSYuFkgmV8055ZLfYd4iYb5LG7ZYEyv9H-LeE8TC-0zpwwniAx0vF4VY36GbaOqdK4228oMLZO5UIbL6RkcAHF1TTcBWHZA/s1600/Ben-Holladay.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLBF6u5oLbeYMPZ7iDibPzXzA_tARSHOdf-fUu7vkzSYuFkgmV8055ZLfYd4iYb5LG7ZYEyv9H-LeE8TC-0zpwwniAx0vF4VY36GbaOqdK4228oMLZO5UIbL6RkcAHF1TTcBWHZA/s400/Ben-Holladay.jpg" width="295" /></a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>"He
was a man of splendid physique, fine address, and knew well how to
manage the average human nature. He was energetic, untiring,
unconscionable, unscrupulous, and wholly destitute of fixed principles
of honesty, morality and common decency." </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> -Joseph Gaston in <i>Portland Oregon, Its History and Builders</i> (1911).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">Much of what has been passed down about Holladay's time
in Oregon has come from the works of historian Joseph Gaston, whose
poisoned penned invective was anything but impartial. The root of his
animosity dates to the situation in Portland in April 1868, when two
railroad companies, both named Oregon Central, began building toward California hoping to obtain the lucrative Federal land grants to be awarded to
the first company to complete twenty miles of track.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">Joseph Gaston was president of the Oregon Central (West
Side). He was backed by wealthy Portland interests that included John
C. Ainsworth of the Oregon Steam Navigation Company and banker William
S. Ladd. Its chosen route to the Golden State was via Hillsboro and
Corvallis. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">With an eye for the grand sweep of history, Gaston envisioned his railroad leading to the rise of a Portland, that: <i>"...holding
the keys and being the gateway and handmaid to commerce between the
Atlantic and the Indies, shall rival Venice in its adornment and
Constantinople in its wealth."</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The Oregon Central (East Side) had dubious origins in San
Francisco. It started building in East Portland and was backed largely
by down state and Salem interests who stood to gain a railroad by its
route. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The Salem group had the easier to build route. They hired Chinese labor (who knew something about building railroads) <i>"rows upon rows of them" </i>(the
actual number at the time of the quote was around forty). The Portland
(or what Gaston would call, the Gaston) group had route route that was more roundabout. They
avoided hiring Chinese workers, a fact they stated with pride. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Finances and geography considered, the two camps were evenly matched - until the arrival of Ben Holladay in August 1868.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Portland at the start of the 1870s. Note the railroad on the east side of the river.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-size: small;">Holladay had made fortunes with stagecoaches, steamboats
and steamships and was looking to make another with
railroads. He acquired the east-side company and later reorganized it as the
Oregon & California Railroad. A master of Gilded Age lobbying,
he was said to have dispatched one of his steamboats to Salem for use as a pleasure barge to influence the Oregon legislature. Money, alcohol and
favors were liberally applied to the task at hand. He then rammed
through the construction of the railroad to win the offered Federal land
grants: today's O&C timber lands.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Out played, out spent and out built, the Portland group
decided to reach accommodation with Holladay, to wait, as W.S. Ladd put
it, until he hung himself financially. In an exchange of letters
between John C. Ainsworth and Ben Holladay, Joseph Gaston's dream was
sold out from under him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> <i>Joseph Gaston, 1838-1913.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-size: small;">Holladay eventually "hung himself financially" in the financial panic of 1873. Thirty-eight years later Gaston would write: </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>"But
it is all past into history. All the actors in the drama are dead but
one. All the members of all the old companies are dead but this one.
And while he was robbed of his rights and his property by a corrupted
legislature, and corrupt judges, he still remains to enjoy in comfort a
pleasant home that looks down on the city he has helped build, with all
the necessary comforts in life; and what is better than all else, the
respect of his friends and neighbors -and lives to write this history of
those who wantonly robbed him, and gained nothing in the end by their
wrong doing." </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">-Joseph Gaston, <i>Portland Oregon, Its History and Builders</i> (1911).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-size: small;">While Wikipedia quotes Gaston's assessment of Holladay,
the anecdote about a brothel at his house at Third and Stark was taken,
nearly verbatim, from E. Kimbark MacColl's labyrinthine history of
Portland plutocracy, <i>The Shaping of a City, Business and Politics in Portland Oregon1885-1915</i>: </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>"When he bought one of Portland's largest homes from
the city's most prominent physician, Dr. Rodney Glisan, he remodeled it
and immediately installed a harem of high class prostitutes."</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span></div>
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<div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-size: small;">MacColl's source is the diaries of Judge Matthew P. Deady, later published as <i>Pharisee Among Philistines</i> (1975).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The entry he specifically cited was from March 8
1872, where Deady described a confrontation between James A Nesmith and
Ben Holladay, related by Nesmith. </span></div>
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raconteur. He was the originator and thus far, only source of the story
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>"He said that H </i>(Holladay)<i> was bantering him
about running for Congress and advising him to keep out of politics and
threatened to put a man on his track who knew all about him if he did.
Nes asked who it was and H finally said it was O'Meara. Nes replied
that if any man set his dog on him, he would not stop to kick the dog,
but would go after his master, and if you -H set your dog on me I'll get
up on the stump and tell the people of Oregon, that Ben H keeps two
whores in Portland, O'Meara and the other one and I'll tell the name of
the other one -meaning of course Miss E.C." </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">"O'Meara" was James O'Meara, editor of Ben Holladay's
Portland paper, the Daily Bulletin. He had been on good terms with
Matthew Deady before falling out with him over the <a href="http://www.cafeunknown.com/2011/12/wil-wal-controversy-from-cascades.html">Wallamet / Willamette controversy</a>. If O'Meara was one half of whom MacColl would refer to as <i>"a harem of high class prostitutes"</i> who then was "Miss E.C."?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">Esther Campbell was the daughter of pioneers, Hamilton
Campbell and Harriet Biddle, who arrived in Oregon in 1840 on the ship
Lausanne to join Jason Lee's mission. They had six daughters and two
sons.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">Hamilton Campbell was an artisan who was to engrave the
dies used to coin the territory's first currency, the locally minted
so-called "beaver money." He became a daguerreotypist and established a
photography business in Corvallis, and later, San Francisco. He went
to Mexico in 1862 to become the Superintendent of Mines in Guaymas,
where he was murdered the following year.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">According to the Portland City Directory of 1868, the
year Holladay arrived in Portland, Harriet Biddle Campell lived on
Washington Street between Third and 4th, likely with her family which
included her nineteen year old daughter Esther.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">By the time of Deady's diary entries (1872) Esther was
the constant companion of Ben Holladay. The specifics are lost but the
equation is familiar to any reader of Edith Wharton or Henry James: a
unhappily married tycoon, an absent wife, a prominent family in hard
times, a beautiful daughter, a scandal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Ben Holladay departs Portland for San Francisco on his
steamship, the Oriflamme, in a notice from the Morning Oregonian,
January 20 1872. Miss Campbell is further down the list. Two months
later, the Morning Oregonian of March 7 1872 announced his return from
San Francisco on the Oriflamme. A Miss E. Campbell appeared on that
list.</i> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>"Reed called and said the had a story at Baker City that young Ben </i>(Holladay) <i>went below </i>(to San Francisco) <i>at met his mother about to come up to Oregon, and he told her not to go, she was too old to go into a whore house." </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">"Young Ben" Holladay was the son of Ben Holladay and his
first wife Ann, who was visiting San Francisco from her home in upstate
New York. MacColl summarized the entry as to mean that <i>"Holladay was running a whore house in his own home."</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i></span></div>
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relationship with another woman.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">Deady was an occasional guest at Holladay's where he was to enjoy dinners and <i>"some white wine said to have cost in New York $63 a dozen." </i>The prominent upright judge would be seen entering a suspected brothel. More probable was Deady's interest in how Holladay's domestic scandal was played out publicly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Ann Holladay died September 18 1873, three months
after her visit to San Francisco, at the same time Ben Holladay's
fortune was collapsing in a financial panic. A year later, Ben Holladay
and Esther Campbell married. They had two children together, a son,
Ben Campbell Holladay, and a daughter, Linda. They lived at the house
on Third and Stark as Holladay tried unsuccessfully to return to
riches. He died in 1887, Esther died two years later. They are
buried together in Portland's Mt. Calvary cemetery.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">An article in the Sunday Oregonian, written forty-three
years after Ben Holladay's death, brings the house at Third and Stark
and its surroundings into sharper focus. It celebrates the eightieth
year of Maria Evangeline Campbell Smith, one of Esther's older sisters.
In it she describes her long time home on lot #2 of block #47, on Third
Street between Stark and Washington, and her years spent as the
organist at the church that neighbored her house to the south. </span></div>
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sources provides a view of the house at Third and Stark, not as a high
class brothel, but as part of what was essentally a
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<span style="font-size: small;">Directly behind Holladay's residence lived his brother Joseph, a loyal lieutenant and eventual foe . The house to left of Holladay's
belonged to Maria Campbell Smith and her husband, prominent druggist
Samuel Smith. Partially visible is the Presbyterian Church where she was
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mother, likely with their youngest sister, Harriet, who would
eventually marry R.H. Towler, Ben Holladay's personal secretary. </span></div>
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Catholic Cathedral (today, the Bishop's House is a remnant) on the north
east corner of Third and Stark, to which Holladay, a Catholic, donated a
stained glass window in his and Esther's name.</span></div>
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Holladay's methods and life style stood out. His brazenness was
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over-extensions of Henry Villard or George B. Markle. </span></div>
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Wikipedia, provided the fertile ground for Kimbark MacColl's erroneous
interpretation of, if not a scandal, then the wrong scandal. A closer
look at history, and the circumstances of its writing, asks for a more
nuanced approach. </span></div>
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<br /></div>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-66856331674954588802012-02-26T13:58:00.056-08:002012-02-27T10:33:09.799-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Mark Twain in Portland</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirnLzoTGYdPSUDWNakSIspqeNmuncu0G5Yx-_URuzgCBqEjsTjm_LeYxCXG6P6FgmS011oWvUCoqd-PBS1jb3vfLJMzvb_ztSrI6x0bEkR-6rXoyzx1FRGrarNeXDheuoEQscvAw/s1600/Mark+Twain+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirnLzoTGYdPSUDWNakSIspqeNmuncu0G5Yx-_URuzgCBqEjsTjm_LeYxCXG6P6FgmS011oWvUCoqd-PBS1jb3vfLJMzvb_ztSrI6x0bEkR-6rXoyzx1FRGrarNeXDheuoEQscvAw/s400/Mark+Twain+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713567599765259426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">A world tour was not Samuel Clemens's first choice as a way to spend his golden years, but financial misfortune had made one a necessity. His publishing house, Webster and Company, failed in 1894 and his large investments in the Paige Compositor typesetting machine evaporated when the complex apparatus was made obsolete by the Linotype. A series of lecture engagements to span the globe was seen as a way to recoup some of his losses and pay off his creditors. It was under those circumstances that Mark Twain, sixty years old and in poor health, appeared at the Marquam Grand Opera House on Friday, August 9 1895.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">He arrived at the nearly completed Union Station from Tacoma that evening with his manager, Major James B. Pond ("Pon" to Twain). His wife, daughter and the rest of his traveling companions had elected to stay behind in Washington. The night was warm, with the smell of smoke from distant forest fires in the air. He was shuttled from the station by coach on 6th Street to the Marquam Grand, where a standing room only crowd waited.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivnT7ZyA36xEN6UzQeJr0I6TTApFIPAUtb8YCXMohp4G2vLUYogG5Tsobzk0NldPb3DimVxQODQIB2Yu4CUeQDcZyOVJpUQrcYErMUjY9KgYTvevfPb_BD_vqilV8ucQcG-J6imA/s1600/Morrison+and+7th+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivnT7ZyA36xEN6UzQeJr0I6TTApFIPAUtb8YCXMohp4G2vLUYogG5Tsobzk0NldPb3DimVxQODQIB2Yu4CUeQDcZyOVJpUQrcYErMUjY9KgYTvevfPb_BD_vqilV8ucQcG-J6imA/s400/Morrison+and+7th+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713571056227065586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The Marquam Grand (left) where Twain appeared, and the Hotel Portland (right) where he stayed on August 9 1895.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Portlanders had flocked to the city's most opulent venue to see the noted humorist, whose reputation as a speaker nearly exceeded his as an author.</span></span><br /><br /><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"With rare versatility, Mark Twain not only excels with his pen, but is equally at home on the platform, and captivates his audiences by the dry, droll, almost apathetic manner of which he brings out the wit and humor of his own productions."<br style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">-The Oregonian, August 4 1895.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">R.W. Mitchell, who had known Twain a quarter century before, wrote the Oregonian on August 7 1895:</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >"Mark Twain is greater today than he was 25 years ago. His fame is more permanent, and stands more prominently out, now that his fortune is gone. Reading him is good. Hearing him is 50 per cent better. It was the same way with Dickens."</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJED4kuo4IVddwRLH2YvSwponAQ6qaKpWZRTTX-6A-K3JfGzCLQHEpaBdXsUJvV_KYjAflOGxowBTRhBnoZuhq6KVHiWa3j31uVvy-jk6KqspZHIVsnj7WrX_8J9UMWA9Rjmx1xw/s1600/Twain+1.tif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJED4kuo4IVddwRLH2YvSwponAQ6qaKpWZRTTX-6A-K3JfGzCLQHEpaBdXsUJvV_KYjAflOGxowBTRhBnoZuhq6KVHiWa3j31uVvy-jk6KqspZHIVsnj7WrX_8J9UMWA9Rjmx1xw/s400/Twain+1.tif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713575564649779442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Mark Twain at the Marquam Grand Opera House. </span><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">-The Sunday Oregonian, August 11 1895.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Twain took to the stage in front of the "very fashionable and extremely large" audience. His loosely structured monologue featured excerpts from <span style="font-style: italic;">My First Theft</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Jumping Frog of Calaveras County</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Character of the Bluejay</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">A Fancy Dress Incident</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">A Bit More than He Could Chew</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Tom Sawyer's Crusade</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Fighting a Duel in Nevada</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">A Ghost Story</span>, interspersed with digressions and improvisations. The audience was in high spirits, punctuating Twain's droll delivery with laughter. After an hour and a half, he left the stage, but was called back by the crowd for a rendition of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Stammer's Tale</span>.</span></span><br /><br /><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"...at its close the lecturer took occasion to thank his hearers for such a cordial reception on a summer evening, and expressed his sincere gratification that his meeting with the public of Portland was of such a substantial and pleasing character."</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">-The Oregonian, August 10 1895.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwTQ4QvpJ9XQlANwnDZi74qF0WRfCZPiMavQVN6HSzYyguP_9vYKmRSCpj4UPQwNoGGoavMsvcUgz_WPO9DDnszBzq58gkUoyUjzmtozdOAbZYfiBT3gT69pOENAsb38T2jm06Vw/s1600/Arlington+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwTQ4QvpJ9XQlANwnDZi74qF0WRfCZPiMavQVN6HSzYyguP_9vYKmRSCpj4UPQwNoGGoavMsvcUgz_WPO9DDnszBzq58gkUoyUjzmtozdOAbZYfiBT3gT69pOENAsb38T2jm06Vw/s400/Arlington+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713580769993550466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The Arlington Club at Alder and West Park, its home from 1892 to 1910.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">After the show, Mark Twain and his entourage proceeded two blocks west to the Arlington Club for a dinner hosted by Twain's long time friend, Charles Erskine Scott Wood, where he held court with some two dozen of Portland's Haut Ton set. He then retired to the Portland Hotel.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2BE3DTTpcdCZCqgwAAzi6gAyNnwjh_cP4YjmiscHgh1WPjr_XWtOXNCQJyuDTxo9_6OEMeWxmubABsGvQkNHkOvO4YFOCyoOYvA9GxVOWIj8h-MopaTuQua-cvfeKlPNBnYoEw/s1600/CES+Wood.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2BE3DTTpcdCZCqgwAAzi6gAyNnwjh_cP4YjmiscHgh1WPjr_XWtOXNCQJyuDTxo9_6OEMeWxmubABsGvQkNHkOvO4YFOCyoOYvA9GxVOWIj8h-MopaTuQua-cvfeKlPNBnYoEw/s320/CES+Wood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713583162444644386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >Portland attorney and author Charles Erskine Scott Wood was a long time friend of Samuel Clemens. In 1882, while assigned to West Point as an aid-decamp to General O.O. Howard, C.E.S. Wood helped facilitate the anonymous publication of Twain's ribald farce "1601". Twain would later write of the work" "if there is a decent word findable in it, it is because I overlooked it".<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbBMCPzO6AUj9qljpRNkEwZmgTRv_L05RGRdoV6fMzx87g9gaPZgbRa1Wq5v-bBnroHafibJZIlmWnW0BOVMl7ns035I4A_zwyR0ODX4LcDtZA-WCUel1Ttjl1hCSL0KMqWXoXg/s1600/L.L.+Hawkins%252C+6+18+1895.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqbBMCPzO6AUj9qljpRNkEwZmgTRv_L05RGRdoV6fMzx87g9gaPZgbRa1Wq5v-bBnroHafibJZIlmWnW0BOVMl7ns035I4A_zwyR0ODX4LcDtZA-WCUel1Ttjl1hCSL0KMqWXoXg/s400/L.L.+Hawkins%252C+6+18+1895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713584989510599506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">L.L. Hawkins at the reins, outside the Portland Hotel on June 18 1895, three weeks before Mark Twain departed there for Union Station. </span><br style="font-style: italic;">-City of Portland Archives</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The following morning, Twain, wearing a blue nautical cap, stood outside the Portland Hotel as his bags were loaded into the coach to take him to Union Station.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br style="font-family:arial;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"Dozens of people came up to reach over the array of handbags and shake hands with Mark Twain. Most of them claimed to have met him before, and his face wore a rather puzzled look sometimes as he was reminded of the various places and occasions where he had met them in days gone by."</span><br face="arial"><span style="font-family:arial;">-The Sunday Oregonian, August 11 1895.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">When the bags were loaded, Twain, Major Pond and the Oregonian's reporter boarded his coach for Union Station. As they rode down 6th Street he commented to the reporter:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >"Portland seems to be a pretty nice town and this is a pretty nice smooth street. Now Portland aught to lay itself out a little and macadamize all the streets like this. Then it aught to own all the bicycles and rent 'em out and so pay for the streets. Pretty good scheme eh? I suppose people would complain about monopoly, but then we have monopolies always with us. Now in European cities, you know, the government runs a whole lot of things, and, runs 'em pretty well. Here many folks seem to be alarmed by government monopolies, but I don't see why. Here cities give away for nothing franchises for car lines, electric plants and things like that. Their generosity is often astounding. The American people take the yoke of private monopoly with philosophical indifference, and I don't see why they should mind a little government monopoly."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The conversation continued about Twain's next book of travel writing.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"It will be a lazy man's book. If anyone picks it up expecting to find full data, historical, topographical, and so forth, he will be disappointed. A lazy man, you know, don't rush around with his note book as soon as he lands on a foreign shore. He simply drifts about, and if anything gets in his way of sufficient interest, it goes into his book." </span></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5GME0j8FCvcKeyHqdvTghuejAhJFM99uylk0VzndZUaz5W44RGE9BAZSFIJHKqt7wf474vzN3HMOUAizvLboKocLFR2lkrbzGNMme5LPkUNc1BThVJVKwy4HFcFFufFP_WwLxJA/s1600/Union+Station+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5GME0j8FCvcKeyHqdvTghuejAhJFM99uylk0VzndZUaz5W44RGE9BAZSFIJHKqt7wf474vzN3HMOUAizvLboKocLFR2lkrbzGNMme5LPkUNc1BThVJVKwy4HFcFFufFP_WwLxJA/s400/Union+Station+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713590837243026482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The newly completed Union Station, circa 1896. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Twain left the coach and entered the temporary station facilities with Major Pond and the reporter from the Oregonian in tow. Noticing the finishing touches being applied to the new depot he inquired:</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"There must be some reason why a town like Portland has not long since built a new depot. What is the reason?"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The reporter explained that tow of the railroads serving it had passed into receivership, which delayed construction (a major depot had been planned for Portland since 1883).</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Twain concluded his interview in the smoking compartment of the Olympia car. He noted that, in novels, characters are drawn and re-combined from memory:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >"We mortals can't create, we can only copy. Some copies are good and some are bad."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">He bid farewell as the train prepared to depart.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"Well, I haven't had an opportunity to see much of Portland, because, through the diabolical machinations of Major Pond over there, I am compelled to leave it after but a glimpse. I may never see Portland again, but I liked the glimpse."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5R_qPHOVe9xU0bEUCgJTwBDwSoynZW6M-LJQGtEKawONz8APcHXGwVPSATAIDESJHXJzLDK2DM97oTwZdSwaxzQRQweI7SijjgMQO2p24J6aoFD8frwp-ngSYuZT2BkVfxvn9BA/s1600/Twain+2.tif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5R_qPHOVe9xU0bEUCgJTwBDwSoynZW6M-LJQGtEKawONz8APcHXGwVPSATAIDESJHXJzLDK2DM97oTwZdSwaxzQRQweI7SijjgMQO2p24J6aoFD8frwp-ngSYuZT2BkVfxvn9BA/s400/Twain+2.tif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713594595694575954" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Mark Twain at Union Station, from the Sunday Oregonian, August 11 1895.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Twain continued the Northwest leg of his tour with appearances at Olympia, Seattle, Victoria and Vancouver before departing for Australia. He would recall his sojourn in the region in his "lazy man's book" published two years later.</span><br style="font-family: arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"It was warm work, all the way, and the last fortnight of it was suffocatingly smokey, for in Oregon and British Columbia the forest fires were raging."</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >-Following the Equator, a Journey Around the World, </span><span style="font-family:arial;">by Mark Twain.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The world tour was a success and within three years he would be out of debt. Despite his ill health on tour, Mark Twain lived for fifteen years after his Portland appearance.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Lectures, Beer, Bloodsport and Music</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUu3VBzQ8XZAUl5TXvGx7DrmBiT006e1CPOm4gCn_OroeTTL_FgTG3S5GG3ZaCgjN-JSl_FXYxLgzH1fpho3EiB_oULqBtzqL7frT_-q0XnFEzptcC1NzrDuiwbcXmAyApZ1Iusw/s1600/cable+car+post+card.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUu3VBzQ8XZAUl5TXvGx7DrmBiT006e1CPOm4gCn_OroeTTL_FgTG3S5GG3ZaCgjN-JSl_FXYxLgzH1fpho3EiB_oULqBtzqL7frT_-q0XnFEzptcC1NzrDuiwbcXmAyApZ1Iusw/s400/cable+car+post+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713597054735606946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Those in Portland not fortunate enough to escape the smoke to Seaside or Long Beach had a variety of activities to choose from the weekend of Mark Twain's visit.<br /><br />At the regular Free Suffrage meeting the conversation was on the "topic class" presented by Abigail Scott Dunaway to leading society ladies who wanted to be informed on the equal suffrage question.<br /><br />At Fourth and Morrison, crowds flocked to the new beer hall opened by the Schlitz Brewing Company. The Oregonian wrote: "The beer was delicious and a positive revelation to those who had never been fortunate enough to taste the product of a great brewery." Perhaps in response, admission to the Gambrinus beer garden near 23rd and Washington was free.<br /><br />Meanwhile, south of town along the Macadam Road at the White House's race track, a bear baiting proved a disappointment to a "party of well known sportsmen" when the two year old black bear, after cuffing about the eleven dogs sent after him, made friends with the pack.<br /><br />At the other end of the entertainment spectrum, for those wanting to escape the dust of the city, if not the smoke from the forest fires, relief was a cable car ride away to Cable Park, atop Portland Heights, for a concert that featured selections from Verdi and Strauss.<br /><br />The story of the forgotten park, and the attractions to be found there, will be the subject of the next installment of Cafe Unknown.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cafe-Unknown-Portland-Oregon-history/197011673666911">Cafe Unknown of Facebook</a><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2JW-TvX9joKkHimmUmUHOz9axgmnzW9EDkyQvnUc-OhzJbGuA_4w1ycqVg8oaF2znX6dQjeu2T53gG2OYYm1nW-1twgMoJhhpY8sSkWO0Cb4J0MUX2r9g1cWxVxJFkOy6-Xzouw/s1600/3430023863_5f1dfe7497_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2JW-TvX9joKkHimmUmUHOz9axgmnzW9EDkyQvnUc-OhzJbGuA_4w1ycqVg8oaF2znX6dQjeu2T53gG2OYYm1nW-1twgMoJhhpY8sSkWO0Cb4J0MUX2r9g1cWxVxJFkOy6-Xzouw/s400/3430023863_5f1dfe7497_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713604859349926194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Original iron work from the fence of the Portland Hotel, restored to its original location at Pioneer Courthouse Square, a few yards from where Mark Twain departed for Union Station.</span></span>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-54548492244696201102011-12-29T06:33:00.000-08:002011-12-29T08:02:33.630-08:00<span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><br />The Wil / Wal Controversy</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >From Cascades frozen gorges</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" ><br />Leaping like a child at play,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" ><br />Winding, widening through the valley,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" ><br />Bright Willamette glides away</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >Onward ever,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" ><br />Lovely river,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" ><br />Softly calling to the sea;</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" ><br />Time, that scars us,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" ><br />Maims and mars us,</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" ><br />Leave no track or trench on thee...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">-From <span style="font-style: italic;">Beautiful Willamette</span>, (1868) by Samuel L. Simpson.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">When doomed Samuel L. Simpson, Oregon's first poet laureate, wrote <span style="font-style: italic;">Beautiful Willamette</span>, he had a choice as to what form of name to address his muse. A dozen or so variants in spelling and pronunciation, dating from the exploration and early settlement eras, had winnowed down to two leading contenders: Willamette and Wallamet.<br /><br />In the decade that followed, a protracted public debate ensued, with supporters of each name arguing passionately for legitimacy- "The Wil / Wal Controversy." <span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEf_3A7j30JEn37ohfhOtykKrEuVTYKy9b0Y6rVP0o91qJjG3_gmLCEw4vg60-IZ5Rqr8NQKt86lE4zMvHv3nW5C2Ci50YHvHYuZ5adkIEZe536c7Pe96RVTXxbc0yfTp9duaUw/s1600/wallamet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEf_3A7j30JEn37ohfhOtykKrEuVTYKy9b0Y6rVP0o91qJjG3_gmLCEw4vg60-IZ5Rqr8NQKt86lE4zMvHv3nW5C2Ci50YHvHYuZ5adkIEZe536c7Pe96RVTXxbc0yfTp9duaUw/s400/wallamet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691219148324783906" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The steamboat Wallamet, circa 1854.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The question first appeared in the Oregonian on April 5, 1857, seventeen years before the height of the controversy. The article: </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >Wallamet or Willamette etc etc</span><span style="font-family:arial;">, noted:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">"The orthography of our far-famed valley is curiously unsettled, like a good many other things in a newly settled country. The "University Press," the Statesman, Fremont, the first bound volume of Oregon laws, the pronunciation of the early settlers, following the natives, make it Wallamet. Wilkes, following the Frenchified of some romantic scribblers of the East, has it Willamette."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The Statesman was the Salem newspaper, John Charles Fremont a western explorer, and Charles Wilkes was the leader of the first U.S. Navy expedition to the Pacific Coast.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">"We rather think the Wallamets will in the end have it."</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0f_CfTerImhkliwfnkZX8gvdcMyLitVZ_yUVmf-m-sxjVmbijUKw_oWkI3V1f5qeSxXLxfJmV5ZJ3aqfEBpNS0pTCzBIGZz-hRmNBHzAlgpRTvXCJbR4GbNpKqwI8WwsfLnm7w/s1600/Portland+Oregon+1870s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0f_CfTerImhkliwfnkZX8gvdcMyLitVZ_yUVmf-m-sxjVmbijUKw_oWkI3V1f5qeSxXLxfJmV5ZJ3aqfEBpNS0pTCzBIGZz-hRmNBHzAlgpRTvXCJbR4GbNpKqwI8WwsfLnm7w/s400/Portland+Oregon+1870s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691244504004402434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >Portland in the 1870s.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Among the fir clad hills and broad rich valleys of Oregon, the bucolic instinct still lingers. Of the 100,000 people who constitute the permanent population of Oregon, fully four fifths of them dwell not in town or village, but upon farms. Yet the commercial metropolis of Oregon, Portland-on-Wallamet is the second town of importance on the Pacific Coast. Next to San Francisco the capital of commerce of the Pacific Slope will center in this solid and respectable Oregon town.</span></span>"<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">-The Overland Monthly, July 1868.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXEj2mFOIVbRn2VO5prbfmF0ZS_wOR4kZVCHZPZiXns6q5vZ_BokMejni91Z83h_Xi1PnpHY6kpqf2i8TA3Rb-PNl4AmtVr8bd2SK_HOb_9rNPmZBvMoyP-xh7YIItKNQ711LHbQ/s1600/Matthew_Paul_Deady.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXEj2mFOIVbRn2VO5prbfmF0ZS_wOR4kZVCHZPZiXns6q5vZ_BokMejni91Z83h_Xi1PnpHY6kpqf2i8TA3Rb-PNl4AmtVr8bd2SK_HOb_9rNPmZBvMoyP-xh7YIItKNQ711LHbQ/s400/Matthew_Paul_Deady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691252052572751890" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Judge Matthew P. Deady</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The author of the Overland Monthly article was U.S. District Court Judge Matthew P. Deady of Portland, a Wallamet adherent, some would say zealot. That same year he wrote in the San Francisco Bulletin:</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"The word is of Indian origin, and as they have no written language the early settlers of this country caught the pronunciation from them and gave it an English orthography."<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">He noted that it was spelled differently by different people and listed three variants: Wallamet, Whalamet, and Wallamut. As for Willamette, he believed it derived from a mistaken belief the name had its origins with the French Canadian <span style="font-style: italic;">voyageurs </span>employed by the the Hudson's Bay fur company.</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">B</span></span></span><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">y the time of Deady's writings, Willamette was the more common name in use. Evidence of its continued ascent could be found in Wallamet University changing the spelling of its name to Willamette University in 1870.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzf4oz5stzhQrYyf8tc0Ty3QIc1jCztR-tAD6sPibeQNe7IwKgM3iqLUHVX5e9EnhCDc7jrXWemwBvx6E6U17tjnbaSvnPdMdLnH7ZhJNxOOXqwU6cYoFxKhCxCkaifzrnyjfUg/s1600/JesseQuinnThornton.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzf4oz5stzhQrYyf8tc0Ty3QIc1jCztR-tAD6sPibeQNe7IwKgM3iqLUHVX5e9EnhCDc7jrXWemwBvx6E6U17tjnbaSvnPdMdLnH7ZhJNxOOXqwU6cYoFxKhCxCkaifzrnyjfUg/s320/JesseQuinnThornton.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691301527198254514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Judge Jesse Quinn Thornton</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In <span style="font-style: italic;">Our River and Its Name</span> (the Oregonian on March 11 1870), Jesse Quinn Thornton, a former Territorial Supreme Court Justice, wrote:</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"...there does not appear to be, even among educated persons, any uniformity as to the method of spelling the name of the valley, which is by far the richest and most interesting portion of our state."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">He came down on the side of Wallamet: </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />"The word itself is of Indian origin, purely aboriginal" </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">and referred to the <span style="font-style: italic;">"miscalled Willamette University,"</span> a sentiment he expanded upon in a second piece on April 20 1870:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"It ought not be forgotten that this University was built up by the early missionaries, upon the foundation of an Indian mission school; and that the same missionaries procured for it a charter, designating it as Wallamet University- not the affected and fanciful French name of Willamette University.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjbBzNAlWeqJfXaI66_9m7X9ldOWxSH3Hzgmd3HXEbsYvWehpwdDq1zA6MMCJZ2ysc51obMnLqKgHc72rtI-x1XrrrBVtKeTzVXB10GgVoXA9oTPPhaFagXyoPwaFnC61MhdfP2g/s1600/185px-William_Strong_Oregon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjbBzNAlWeqJfXaI66_9m7X9ldOWxSH3Hzgmd3HXEbsYvWehpwdDq1zA6MMCJZ2ysc51obMnLqKgHc72rtI-x1XrrrBVtKeTzVXB10GgVoXA9oTPPhaFagXyoPwaFnC61MhdfP2g/s320/185px-William_Strong_Oregon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691306938068021762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />Judge William Strong<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Thornton's letter was met with a rebuttal by William Strong, a fellow retired Territorial Supreme Court justice, who advocated for Willamette in the Daily Herald, March 13, 1870.<br /><br />Strong doubted the name had a Native American origin. If it did, he thought it unlikely used for the entire river. He cited the journals of the Lewis and Clark Expedition which referred to the river below the falls as the Multnomah.<br /><br />He believed the word had French roots, referencing a letter from George Simpson of the Hudson's Bay Company to the Bishop of Quebec in 1838.<br /><br />He also related a "charming legend"<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>of three French boys named Guilliam (William), who once lived along the river; thus the Guillamette (little Guilliam's) River, anglicized to Willamette.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0-UYqvY7FvhQt02PbuqDIH-4h2Te-Yud7IBfQD-eGVnHUDkjJVfcPDc-1WvRFA3ii98NXO3O_M9qTh_RpgH3agaj1psIEX_qg-luCrbe3KvuB73QuOL-EaQpHcJGxNf3wWAP9Q/s1600/Oregon+1825.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0-UYqvY7FvhQt02PbuqDIH-4h2Te-Yud7IBfQD-eGVnHUDkjJVfcPDc-1WvRFA3ii98NXO3O_M9qTh_RpgH3agaj1psIEX_qg-luCrbe3KvuB73QuOL-EaQpHcJGxNf3wWAP9Q/s400/Oregon+1825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691310550152858610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Wallamat, or Multnomah River flows deep into the eastern reaches of the Oregon Country in this 1825 map. Multnomah is from the Chinook word for downriver: nematlnomaq.<br /><br /><br /></span>The Wil / Wal Controversy began in earnest with the publication of the State Code in September 1874 which adhered, as all prior ones had, to the Wallamet name. Complaints on its usage in the Oregon legislature prompted Judge Deady to write <span style="font-style: italic;">The True Name of Our Beautiful River</span> in the Oregonian, October 15 1874.<br /><br />Again, he pronounced a possible French origin of the name as in error:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"The use of Wallamet can be traced back to the early part of this century when the country first became known to white people. It is an Indian word, and the true and original name of the river, while Willamette is an ignorant and anonymous fabrication or a modern corruption of the former."<br /><br /></span>He cited numerous early sources in support of Wallamet and its variants, including Dr. John McLoughlin (in documents from 1844) and Alexander Ross (reminiscences on his arrival in 1811, published in 1840). Deady concluded: <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"...admitting that no one is bound by authority in this matter and that we are at liberty to adopt whatever name we may fancy, we should chose the old name by all means. As between it and the modern, spurious one, there is no comparison in point of strength, dignity or euphony. Willamette has a thin, close, meagre sound, and a petty, foppish appearance, while the broad, full sounding Wallamet is every way worthy of the incomparable and beautiful river shall yet be known as the paradise of the Pacific."<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-Wn9w4TTQr3yxCEVBr-FHfDYFVmEP6SrKDjmcXtWc2pBfOlhPL1HvcyLOHwyim27O30QUS_Gn3BwunVDTFojhogkBrMDlitOmmtZioys7inFQQR214nodoU6ach-sOC7PhzbIA/s1600/RevFrancisBlanchet_1838.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-Wn9w4TTQr3yxCEVBr-FHfDYFVmEP6SrKDjmcXtWc2pBfOlhPL1HvcyLOHwyim27O30QUS_Gn3BwunVDTFojhogkBrMDlitOmmtZioys7inFQQR214nodoU6ach-sOC7PhzbIA/s320/RevFrancisBlanchet_1838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691344837205119314" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >Archbishop of Oregon, Francis Norbert Blanchet</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Archbishop Francis Norbert Blanchet had written on the subject as "An Old Pioneer" in 1870. He returned to it under his own name and title in a letter to Governor L.F. Grover, published in the Oregonian, October 7 1874. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">He recalled that upon his arrival in the Oregon Country in 1838, Wallamette was the only name used for the river and that Willamette came into broad use some time after 1850. The loss of the final te from Wallamet was <span style="font-style: italic;">"warranted by no tradition or authority whatsoever." </span> As for Willamette, it was a <span style="font-style: italic;">"change or mutation"</span> that was allowed to spread unchecked by early settlers. He ended with:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Is there still any chance for restoring to our river, and its valley, this old and time honored name? If there be, please make use of the present to obtain it."<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63XgX1FEU2wbXnWXtvT5AAIXMBAsgGSKB2qvOhF0vN2CYcpplp4VKdML-NLT_A8dXXa28eQptREo5LnZdpkoP3RqfvhABl4ImzHUiCJCX6AguHi60v8lOqfPpPdL2z6ELiKWxKw/s1600/Portland+1852+Willamette.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63XgX1FEU2wbXnWXtvT5AAIXMBAsgGSKB2qvOhF0vN2CYcpplp4VKdML-NLT_A8dXXa28eQptREo5LnZdpkoP3RqfvhABl4ImzHUiCJCX6AguHi60v8lOqfPpPdL2z6ELiKWxKw/s400/Portland+1852+Willamette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691387023254133474" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The Willamette River flows through Portland in 1852.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Judge William Strong returned to the fray, with a defense of Willamette and an attack on Judge Deady, in the Daily Bulletin, October 22 1874:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >"When a new code is prepared by the Judge </span><span style="font-family:arial;">(Deady),</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" > it produces a newspaper controversy upon this subject, which seems to establish the strong presumption that the name Wallamet is not and never will be accepted by the people. This may be the reason why he persists in his effort to change the name. He seems to have a mania for reform of a sensational character."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The word had <span style="font-style: italic;">"no marks of an Indian word, no guttural or sibilant sounds- which abound in Indian languages."</span> Its termination was <span style="font-style: italic;">"indicative to a French Canadian origin."</span> Even if there had been a change to Willamette in the 1840s, it was at:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >"...about the time when we first began to have authentic accounts of the river from educated and intelligent persons; and if such a change did take place at the time it was the result of American settlement, and a change from barbarism to civilization."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">After an exhaustive list of Willamette precedents, he concluded:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >"The name is too well fixed in the public mind now to be changed, even it were objectionable in point of taste. But I contend that Willamette is as much better taste than Wallamet as Mississippi and Virginia are in better taste than Mass-a-sap and Varginny."<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPbk4RDGSOqgkRrQUkdjSMmgHf2j18oMmoygJIH971hRm06kdaQhSYWt7sL3pHe6jL2_yVMibOZMAWtOlQ3IixJ00kRNvUZlGKf68aAvyeJjoH4O2NX5-PwOiu8XLz0KJzFIrskg/s1600/frances-fuller-victor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPbk4RDGSOqgkRrQUkdjSMmgHf2j18oMmoygJIH971hRm06kdaQhSYWt7sL3pHe6jL2_yVMibOZMAWtOlQ3IixJ00kRNvUZlGKf68aAvyeJjoH4O2NX5-PwOiu8XLz0KJzFIrskg/s320/frances-fuller-victor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691395933862702578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >Francis Fuller Victor</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Francis Fuller Victor, author of <span style="font-style: italic;">The River of the West: The Adventures of Joe Meek,</span> and numerous later works of Oregon history, was drawn into the controversy after being miss-quoted by Judge Strong. She wrote:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">"From my first entrance into Oregon, about ten years ago, I have been an interested and industrious student of everything relating to the country, and among other things, what research could be made into the subject of Indian names, both for the sake of the subject itself, and in greater measure for the sake of accuracy in writing it. My researches led me to the following conclusions:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">First, that the Indians never gave names to rivers as a whole, but instead used descriptive words in speaking of certain localities; hence that, on this plan, every river had various names, according as it was rapid, or deep, or clear, or stained, or had a fertile or barren shore etc..."</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><br />Citing the word <span style="font-style: italic;">whah</span> meant to spill, or pour, in Native languages west of the Cascades, she found it likely that <span style="font-style: italic;">Whalla-mut</span> referred to either the falls at Oregon City, or the place where the river flowed into the Columbia, or the region between both points.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >"After careful consideration, I adopted the "Wallamet" spelling as retaining the sound of the original word, and at the same time deferring to an English notion of orthography, since all our Indian words are more or less anglicized."</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Joseph Gale, writing from Eagle Creek, had come to similar conclusions on Native usage of the word:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >"The Indians have more poetic talent than we are aware of, and this word is used by them as an adjective to describe the river, not as a noun merely to name it."<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9iNC6063hrzMcSIFEWC-WUJ2X7CZIDFhT9RR-Rf6Ax1sqvX0PpvcPguXdmtMWXd6SBlTognb8dAM-_u12a-DbzbJJfHacuhCdDP9UvAxPcJJZM0Z_r277JexjE5nmoJ-YCSzsyg/s1600/Will+Wall+controversy.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9iNC6063hrzMcSIFEWC-WUJ2X7CZIDFhT9RR-Rf6Ax1sqvX0PpvcPguXdmtMWXd6SBlTognb8dAM-_u12a-DbzbJJfHacuhCdDP9UvAxPcJJZM0Z_r277JexjE5nmoJ-YCSzsyg/s400/Will+Wall+controversy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691408804679445490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />E.W.Reynolds sides with his Democratic friend, Judge William Strong. </span>-The Oregonian, November 12 1874. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The controversy drew letters and readers to Portland newspapers. More than just a scholarly parlor game among the learned, it reflected social and political divisions, such as when James O'Meara, editor of Ben Holladay's paper, the Daily Bulletin, needed distance from Judge Deady for political reasons and opted to change his stance on Will / Wall to allow a sundering that concealed his true motives.<br /><br />Readers lined up behind Judge Strong or Judge Deady. The exchange became heated. Strong lampooned Deady as <span style="font-style: italic;">"the only gentleman who hailed from Portland-on-Wallamet."</span> Deady fired back at Strong's <span style="font-style: italic;">"silly little legend of the three French Willies."</span> Strong had "<span style="font-style: italic;">committed gross and unpardonable error."</span> Deady was <span style="font-style: italic;">"so very particular to criticize small mistakes, even those which can have no real bearing upon the real merits of the question." </span> Strong had <span style="font-style: italic;">"fallen into pleasant delusion"</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">"relied upon his imagination for facts."</span> Deady had a <span style="font-style: italic;">"mania"</span> on the issue (Strong might have had him there).<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Judge Strong is a volunteer in this controversy, and it is his duty to inform himself before he undertakes to teach others."</span> -The Oregonian, from <span style="font-style: italic;">Judge Deady's Reply to Judge Strong's Second Letter</span>, November 20 1874.<br /><br /><br />To vitriol was added virtuosity as each side piled precedent upon precedent to make their case. Explorers accounts, linguistic tracts, pioneer reminiscences, maps, old deeds, receipts and legal transcripts were produced and duly cataloged as arguments continued into 1875.<br /><br />After the controversy had played out, it was generally thought Wallamet was proved to be the older name and that it had Native American origins, but Willamette was by far more prevalent and accepted, a dissonance that prompted William Lair Hill, in the Oregonian, March 6 1875, to opine:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"But since Wil-lamette has become the more frequent form, in usage, would it not be well to accept the change? That is a question on which people may differ. Those who think it is desirable to preserve the original names of places and prominent physical objects in the country will take the negative; those who do not think so will take the affirmative."<br /><br /></span>The controversy generated so much interest that thirteen of the most noted letters from 1874-75, along with five from the initial skirmish of 1870, were gathered by George Himes in <span style="font-style: italic;">Wallamet or Willamet</span><span style="font-style: italic;">te,</span> a sixty six page book published in May 1875.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_u7XrKegG15dzhTha5_AgNLFz2SF5WEntGpxFcH7jyMeNnm66kSytiPBuUj4b_xRMmRV-tSpevsh2vwn8MMx9bYIQF1aFZnjU7DCtiK91zTp67mslS7_XZThSzqZEzAkGoM_qA/s1600/Deady+Wallamet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_u7XrKegG15dzhTha5_AgNLFz2SF5WEntGpxFcH7jyMeNnm66kSytiPBuUj4b_xRMmRV-tSpevsh2vwn8MMx9bYIQF1aFZnjU7DCtiK91zTp67mslS7_XZThSzqZEzAkGoM_qA/s400/Deady+Wallamet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691422979894256258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >On June 1st 1876, six years after Willamette University changed from Wallamet University, the school reverted to its original name for a day when Judge Matthew Deady addressed its graduating class.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />The final volley in the exchange took place nearly a quarter century later. On November 25 1895, two years after Deady's death and eight after Strong's, the Oregonian published <span style="font-style: italic;">Wallamet, A Post Script to an Old Controversy </span> by Richard Hopwood Thornton, which drew attention to Captain Nathaniel Portlock's <span style="font-style: italic;">Voyage Around the World </span>(1789) as the earliest source of the word in print. Portlock described seeing daggers purchased by the Indians of Puget Sound at "Wallamute."<br /><br />The book, a copy of which was in the Portland Library, had miraculously escaped detection during the controversy (today it resides in the John Wilson Special Collections room at the Multnomah County library). </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The revelation did not revive the debate, which was itself was receding into history. Wallamet was becoming a quaint anachronism, while Willamette, certainly by the publication of Lewis A. McArthur's <span style="font-style: italic;">Oregon Geographic Names</span> in 1928, had achieved the status (apologies to Judge Deady) of stare decisis.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOh0Ux0S8A_ByCy1bfoEakpWuG4l6rBIOYANDdZWbtdZh8bPHDS0t-089xMr9GUa3OKBop3xDsI_sBpZddIFmVb10VMKbgljnzUfK5cz_INIqYD6_uXKQKrCqZ6pitfo8eeUoMJw/s1600/Portland+Oregon+2010+Dan+Haneckow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOh0Ux0S8A_ByCy1bfoEakpWuG4l6rBIOYANDdZWbtdZh8bPHDS0t-089xMr9GUa3OKBop3xDsI_sBpZddIFmVb10VMKbgljnzUfK5cz_INIqYD6_uXKQKrCqZ6pitfo8eeUoMJw/s400/Portland+Oregon+2010+Dan+Haneckow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691432001750610418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">This post is dedicated to John Terry, member of the Oregon Geographic Names board and author of the <span>Oregon Trails </span>column in the Oregonian, which was sadly discontinued last Sunday. The column has been a favorite of mine for years. It did much to develop my belief that history is not something that just happens somewhere else. Thanks John!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Dan Haneckow, Portland-on-Wallamet, December 29 2011.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >(...the surname is of eastern German origin. The c was mysteriously added in America, decades after its arrival. The name ends with a long o sound, along the lines of Paltrow).<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cafe-Unknown-Portland-Oregon-history/197011673666911"><span style="font-size:130%;">Cafe Unknown on facebook</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-4729863335005650392011-10-27T12:41:00.000-07:002011-10-27T21:45:18.466-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQRNWp8mhWJ7DJ1LCF5y1MGN6O40HFYBtA2ZGKKzg8waPY0nuDLy9mzUNuwUh66b-bdWCM0AuSJVvooh1MHrqxtS9QNfXzQDumt4eeVjQ7iESuryCL5BrOb_OzHgP4YdNTHBTJHg/s1600/Walking+Tour+2.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The Sculpture Beneath 4th Avenue</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Times change- This might not be right." So wrote the map's prior owner in the margins under item #23, an entry that purported the existence of a "Underground Sculpture."</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQRNWp8mhWJ7DJ1LCF5y1MGN6O40HFYBtA2ZGKKzg8waPY0nuDLy9mzUNuwUh66b-bdWCM0AuSJVvooh1MHrqxtS9QNfXzQDumt4eeVjQ7iESuryCL5BrOb_OzHgP4YdNTHBTJHg/s1600/Walking+Tour+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQRNWp8mhWJ7DJ1LCF5y1MGN6O40HFYBtA2ZGKKzg8waPY0nuDLy9mzUNuwUh66b-bdWCM0AuSJVvooh1MHrqxtS9QNfXzQDumt4eeVjQ7iESuryCL5BrOb_OzHgP4YdNTHBTJHg/s400/Walking+Tour+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668261041933457218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Downtown Portland A Walking Tour Map with Guide to Points of Interest</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> was issued, complements of Lipman's department store and First National Bank of Oregon, some time between the dedication of O'Bryant Square in December 1973 (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >item #32 "One of the newest additions to downtown's collections of parks..."</span><span style="font-family:arial;">) and the opening of the Galleria (absent on the map) in 1976.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRTgrufC_MZya2M1nSppHsyalriipi_KmSosmJ2hrNDf7A4qLXF0qnVsnDD2SZwE_hM38zT03ceimeHdgPVk4DjhX0PrYtvNYP39UeLBCGYBAQFOXoWetem0q41XzTepO9P6NsQ/s1600/Walking+tour+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRTgrufC_MZya2M1nSppHsyalriipi_KmSosmJ2hrNDf7A4qLXF0qnVsnDD2SZwE_hM38zT03ceimeHdgPVk4DjhX0PrYtvNYP39UeLBCGYBAQFOXoWetem0q41XzTepO9P6NsQ/s400/Walking+tour+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668262803462123778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />It provides of a glimpse of a watershed moment, when the Downtown Plan of 1972 began to produce tangible results, and of a Portland both familiar and alien. Benson Bubblers, the Dekum and Commonwealth buildings, Portland Art Museum, the Pioneer Courthouse and City Hall are highlighted, as well as landmarks of today with different names: Chown Electric (Kell's) the First National Bank Tower (Wells Fargo) and the Forecourt Fountain (Keller).<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrMfu7T0B4xzeO_3Ij98lmbW4-KvksfMNgsNhm0wTGGm2jXq1JMYRwZoqoqEugqskxwlBnssn560_mql6suhr52sMBQAjr4C-Jh6r_-AOVVfJbZLwqDlNdK3kSeDCYCePv0azRSA/s1600/Walking+Tour+5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrMfu7T0B4xzeO_3Ij98lmbW4-KvksfMNgsNhm0wTGGm2jXq1JMYRwZoqoqEugqskxwlBnssn560_mql6suhr52sMBQAjr4C-Jh6r_-AOVVfJbZLwqDlNdK3kSeDCYCePv0azRSA/s400/Walking+Tour+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668264188118363362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Backwaters are brought to forefront: The Portland Center (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >item #1</span><span style="font-family:arial;">) and Lovejoy Fountain (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >item #2</span><span style="font-family:arial;">). Some entrees, such as the Equitable Center (Unitus Plaza today) and Morgan's Alley remain, their prominence forgotten. Others are gone (the Yamhill Market), some practically from memory (the Mowhawk Galleries and Annex on the block bounded by SW 2nd, 3rd, Yamhill and Morrison).<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9pNeMkxWH0PKACSCHpGV-9DQOzb80AwR_jvZ_mcJ7QHR5MTEOCIvOBXuYa0wPBiWA9B1u0WjJ5zK5vKbU2ZFa6hPuS7ow3VCTz28TJ-NAPexQR6o7oUTv1LfMiVVnw8MZkrvStg/s1600/Walking+Tour+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9pNeMkxWH0PKACSCHpGV-9DQOzb80AwR_jvZ_mcJ7QHR5MTEOCIvOBXuYa0wPBiWA9B1u0WjJ5zK5vKbU2ZFa6hPuS7ow3VCTz28TJ-NAPexQR6o7oUTv1LfMiVVnw8MZkrvStg/s400/Walking+Tour+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668266180330369538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br />Among the latter, I consigned the "Underground Sculpture." Surely it could not still be in place, unremarked, today. But what was its story? Where was it now?</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRpSe27O-9LFrrIVYeFHrF5bBqNs7uduVXQbYzJbbiPacxKn3Kh37s3Nz3XFJApSy6HCxjvjwVDm0VjlK5_VfURRMHfvQ-nk8cwxYRiehXIwnkxapNR-YjZ2ZgKvU7wJjTwudsBA/s1600/8222.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRpSe27O-9LFrrIVYeFHrF5bBqNs7uduVXQbYzJbbiPacxKn3Kh37s3Nz3XFJApSy6HCxjvjwVDm0VjlK5_VfURRMHfvQ-nk8cwxYRiehXIwnkxapNR-YjZ2ZgKvU7wJjTwudsBA/s400/8222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668267732211497522" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />The Georgia Pacific building under construction, on the block bounded by SW Salmon, Taylor, 4th and 5th, in 1968.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> -Marion Dean Ross Photograph, University of Oregon Libraries, </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://oregondigital.org/digcol/archpnw/">Building Oregon</a><span style="font-family:arial;"> collection. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The eight foot tall sculpture of pressed formed and chrome-plated steel, by Oregon artist Bruce West, was installed in its subterranean home in August 1973, five years after the completion of the Georgia Pacific building. Its last mention in the Oregonian was on February 1st 1981, from a walking tour for for families titled </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Making the City Your Playground</span><span style="font-family:arial;">. A year later, Georgia Pacific moved its corporate headquarters to Atlanta Georgia.</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Beyond that time, I could not find reference of it anywhere.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0cCQz9Mpg29z-x4g0Tx3v0dEDlRX9AWp6ecxQWz6BZFrZovxxag91zG7eBxbJ0vIF5S6-9c6PMst9uNY9bmmRiKXWveq3GqLjHgw_ypB31k0WDttIJi3wE_Pasm0aTa99v3QtA/s1600/Screen+Shot+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0cCQz9Mpg29z-x4g0Tx3v0dEDlRX9AWp6ecxQWz6BZFrZovxxag91zG7eBxbJ0vIF5S6-9c6PMst9uNY9bmmRiKXWveq3GqLjHgw_ypB31k0WDttIJi3wE_Pasm0aTa99v3QtA/s400/Screen+Shot+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668270867209029586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I checked a Google Maps satellite view. There was a parking garage across 4th from the Georgia Pacific building, today known as the Standard Insurance Center, but it looked of more recent vintage than its towering neighbor. Did it replace an older structure? If so, had the connecting tunnel been filled in?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Alternate narratives formed in my mind. Did Georgia Pacific take the sculpture with them when they moved to Atlanta? Was it donated to the Portland Art Museum? Perhaps it sat in the lobby of the Standard Insurance Center, or in someones sculpture garden.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">There was a way to find out.<br /><br />I went to the parking garage at SW 4th and Salmon. I Followed the map's instructions and walked to the elevator. There was indeed a "C" level. I pressed the button and descended. The doors opened into a florescent lit corridor. I turned right and started walking. A short distance later the floor angled downward.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM2jjPZOGsgILW3DqC8gyX289sP7fp3VCpqQkRaqv01utF1X8tSUAHiOygF2qVxZL00YWao8Jigxe5d47_oUvzcibi0fMypQucXlP68xF6hXSNnZ2npmv5Z0BiS3sr5HFFbvnlcw/s1600/Underground.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM2jjPZOGsgILW3DqC8gyX289sP7fp3VCpqQkRaqv01utF1X8tSUAHiOygF2qVxZL00YWao8Jigxe5d47_oUvzcibi0fMypQucXlP68xF6hXSNnZ2npmv5Z0BiS3sr5HFFbvnlcw/s400/Underground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668274249949221346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">It stood facing between mirrors that created an infinity of gleaming silver sculptures. I was the only person there. The silence fostered an illusion of stopped time. Unlike an outdoor sculpture it had acquired no patina with age, it was pristine. It was still August 1973, art for automobile commuters, two months before the Oil Embargo. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I noticed how the mirrors opened up a space which otherwise would be too small for the piece's scale. I thought about the traffic on 4th Avenue passing unheard above my head, and of Richard Nixon. It had been there all along. It seemed so unlikely.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Times change. The sculpture had not.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4yyKWRMvRTyBW8x_5h18RX4LX-CZ-xteeLmQ03gZwfx88gmAt5XtUpEX5G1LSARVQtzHCmObmqrQZIMpjUxxnmb3t4Mi4l-Wdt6npAhbmdGZ0eNB5sriHy31xBTdFSHLJzevrw/s1600/Walking+Tour+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4yyKWRMvRTyBW8x_5h18RX4LX-CZ-xteeLmQ03gZwfx88gmAt5XtUpEX5G1LSARVQtzHCmObmqrQZIMpjUxxnmb3t4Mi4l-Wdt6npAhbmdGZ0eNB5sriHy31xBTdFSHLJzevrw/s400/Walking+Tour+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668278623021804322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-family:arial;">Downtown Portland without Max, the Bus Mall or Pioneer Courthouse Square but with Front Avenue and Fareless Square.</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cafe-Unknown-Portland-Oregon-history/197011673666911"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Cafe Unknown of facebook</span></span></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" href="http://twitter.com/#%21/DanHaneckow">@DanHaneckow</a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > on Twitter</span></span>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-49751877245441335012011-10-05T07:11:00.000-07:002011-10-06T07:51:33.848-07:00<span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >Half Life<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIBfA6mp9a3bpe3AOF_YCmXFwHvIXddriZUbrsrkeE_3HZmNpIQx62tREJNpHgnvycRCdRKdv0Doyh1XwvfuceICtpG4QYX8QUUoyHquNCJtYd3uByyTxTjvOYrfc32ztb8E3RZQ/s1600/6134523344_ab956f09df_z.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIBfA6mp9a3bpe3AOF_YCmXFwHvIXddriZUbrsrkeE_3HZmNpIQx62tREJNpHgnvycRCdRKdv0Doyh1XwvfuceICtpG4QYX8QUUoyHquNCJtYd3uByyTxTjvOYrfc32ztb8E3RZQ/s400/6134523344_ab956f09df_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660011238068553858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-family:arial;">A visit to </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.oldportlandhardware.com/">Old Portland Hardware and Architectural </a><span style="font-family:arial;">on SE 41st and Division is a chance to view the unexpected re-emergence of a cache from one of Portland's vanished architectural treasures; the Ladd Block (1881) knocked down in a storm of controversy in 1965. The story of its demolition and the dispersal of its pieces is one of reverence and disregard, back and forth, played out over the course of a half century.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Among the edifices particularly worthy of mention are: The three story brick building on the northwest corner of First and Columbia, for Mr. W.S. Ladd. Special pains were taken by the architect, Mr. Justus Krumbein, to make the building equal if not superior in point of strength to any in the city." </span>-The Oregonian, January 1 1882.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmXmZ_D9rotiXwhhafsHzQxtO9TKrTGWXY5-sHJwkxwNmjjlzYwZSLgyGN0hevN5-64PnA9Ind0WPb9_-QIQsgdbUwjrrZVA2Q9cy7DWlt4_26D4GzPO6tF3iq3ljcUxxaG9wlw/s1600/Ladd+Block+drawing+-+Copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmXmZ_D9rotiXwhhafsHzQxtO9TKrTGWXY5-sHJwkxwNmjjlzYwZSLgyGN0hevN5-64PnA9Ind0WPb9_-QIQsgdbUwjrrZVA2Q9cy7DWlt4_26D4GzPO6tF3iq3ljcUxxaG9wlw/s400/Ladd+Block+drawing+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660014144127816834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >The Ladd Block, drawing by, and courtesy of William Hawkins III.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">William Sargent Ladd's excursion into what is now called mixed use development was on Columbia, five blocks east of his mansion, and First, nine blocks south of his Ladd & Tilton Bank. On the ground level was space for four retail stores. The second floor held four large residences, laid out in the "French flat" system, each with two bedrooms, a parlor, dining room, kitchen, pantry, bathroom, closets and a separate staircase and exit. The top floor was divided into single rooms and suites for hotel purposes. The exterior was styled "modern Gothic" with cast-iron and tin architectural details and a menagerie of wolves, lions and bears standing watch on the upper levels. Sturdy, state of the art and fireproof, the Oregonian anticipated that it would still be standing when Portland's population reached five hundred thousand people. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In 1891, a hotel, the Ladd House, operated on the upper floors, offering furnished rooms for five dollars a piece and housekeeping rooms for three. In a possible reflection of First street's change in status over the prior decade as downtown moved west, its proprietor, Mary E. Baker, was accused of operating a brothel there in 1895. The hotel closed soon after.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"The Ladd House has the reputation of being a "graft house," a rendezvous for petty thieves and criminal of the lowest type, and particularly as an abiding place for slaves of morphine, cocaine and opium. Worse still, the officers say, that women of the lowest type resort there with male outcasts of society, and together they hold orgies that beggar description."</span> -The Oregonian, April 6 1895.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">A second hotel, the Villa House, opened on the premises a decade later. Its proprietor, Andrew C. Wald, was succeeded in 1914 by Tojiro Haji, the first of four Japanese-American hoteliers, followed by F.M. Isoshima (1920 to 1926), George K. Kawaguchi (1926 to 1930) and H.K. Uyesugi (1930 to 1942). There is likely a significance to the year of his departure.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Over the years various business occupied the store fronts on the ground floor, such as Sam Margulies's Saloon (circa 1911), Victors Cash Grocery (circa 1916) and the American Chili Parlors (circa 1928). In the 1950s a second hand store occupied the corner storefront at First and Columbia.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizQPUP5vYGBoeVCu-98X9RlhDKzWxW-OhZS8q4jGW2RMYC2VO9YQQzzR5BxspPZ2VD73_0W1FVt-b2OkmEgkDBeSuP2vvyIlD1IwlBDnHpyb54Ltkei9xzd-6M8RXyx9yiOFSEFA/s1600/8170+-+Copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizQPUP5vYGBoeVCu-98X9RlhDKzWxW-OhZS8q4jGW2RMYC2VO9YQQzzR5BxspPZ2VD73_0W1FVt-b2OkmEgkDBeSuP2vvyIlD1IwlBDnHpyb54Ltkei9xzd-6M8RXyx9yiOFSEFA/s400/8170+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660025604567424738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />The Ladd Block in the 1950s</span>. -Marion Dean Ross photo, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/Most%20Visited%20http://www.google.com/%20http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=17650750&postID=4975187724544133501%20http://www.blogger.com/posts.g?blogID=17650750%20http://www.blogger.com/upload-image.g?blogID=17650750%20http://www.oldportlandhardware.com/%20http://www.blogger.com/home%20http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qn4184/is_20090211/ai_n31322310/%20http://oregondigital.org/cdm4/item_viewer.php?CISOROOT=/archpnw&CISOPTR=8159&CISOBOX=1&REC=2%20http://oregondigital.org/cdm4/results.php?CISOOP1=all&CISOFIELD1=CISOSEARCHALL&CISORESTMP=results.php&CISOVIEWTMP=item_viewer.php&CISOMODE=thumb&CISOGRID=thumbnail%2CA%2C1%3Btitle%2CA%2C1%3Btitlea%2CA%2C0%3Btitlev%2C200%2C0%3Bnone%2CA%2C0%3B20%3Btitle%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone&CISOBIB=title%2CA%2C1%2CN%3Btitlea%2CA%2C0%2CN%3Btitlev%2C200%2C0%2CN%3Bnone%2CA%2C0%2CN%3Bnone%2CA%2C0%2CN%3B20%3Btitle%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone&CISOTHUMB=20+%285x4%29%3Btitle%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone&CISOTITLE=20%3Btitle%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone&CISOHIERA=20%3Btitlea%2Ctitle%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone&CISOSUPPRESS=0&CISOBOX1=ladd+columbia&CISOROOT=%2Farchpnw&x=0&y=0%20http://oregondigital.org/digcol/archpnw/">Building Oregon Collection, University of Oregon.</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTzyOg4UhsKZvljillEmRsiUcUTVeg5F2ey-yj-_40098LVvgbAFYLHwX1KXq1yO_hYyUqtMhbIKvB2TmL_PTTrzVwE2gi2yWo_kIcWJdhaD5CyZBUIe82h27CZFnCKapgR23Lw/s1600/8170_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHTzyOg4UhsKZvljillEmRsiUcUTVeg5F2ey-yj-_40098LVvgbAFYLHwX1KXq1yO_hYyUqtMhbIKvB2TmL_PTTrzVwE2gi2yWo_kIcWJdhaD5CyZBUIe82h27CZFnCKapgR23Lw/s400/8170_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660029634089302866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Detail of above, of the second hand store on First and Columbia. On the once ubiquitous second hand business in the old downtown, Sam Raddon Jr. in the 1946 book Portland Vignettes, wrote: "There is color and atmosphere still, in the district that has seen better times, where the shop-keeper and his friend may sit in the shade of a summer afternoon, and talk of the affairs that effect their own little world. Where business comes from no one pretends to know. But year in and year out the routine goes on. The dust of a generation may seem to have accumulated on stock and trade, but occasionally, at least someone must sell, and someone else must buy."<br /><br /><br /></span><span>The Villa House closed in 1963. For the next two years the building, owned by the Boyd Coffee Company, sat vacant. The stage was set for one of Portland's most notorious episodes of historic desecration.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkDbttfLtg0JTPWrPxzaIflYoDumjPm_hCb7rGn-69mJQg1yipphwS4giMmScoS3SXVfSv3oh1VsFGAsiW8b4gaJ4S6H-8gOF_VDUvNsLS9kHqz5NIBMiEy5yKRSXALFsKtXKrg/s1600/Ladd+Block+Feb+20+65.tif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkDbttfLtg0JTPWrPxzaIflYoDumjPm_hCb7rGn-69mJQg1yipphwS4giMmScoS3SXVfSv3oh1VsFGAsiW8b4gaJ4S6H-8gOF_VDUvNsLS9kHqz5NIBMiEy5yKRSXALFsKtXKrg/s400/Ladd+Block+Feb+20+65.tif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660033783641051938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" ><br />Drawing in the Oregonian, February 20 1965.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">On February 19 1965 the Portland Development Commission released an "area guide plan" for the blocks bounded by SW Front, 4th, Market and Salmon, immediately north of the South Auditorium Urban Renewal project. Unlike the scorched earth approach pursued with South Auditorium, which stripped the district even of its street grid, the "guide plan" proposed some rehabilitation in the existing neighborhood. Specifically cited for renovation were the "ancient iron front buildings" the Ladd and Monastes Blocks, on the west side of First, between Columbia and Jefferson.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The PDC's suggestion spurred the Boyd Coffee Company, whose office and plant bordered the buildings to the west, to contract with the Western Wrecking Company, to quickly demolish the structures.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Fearing harassment by city agencies, or by concerned citizens, the owners of Boyd Coffee Company, who wanted to make room for a new warehouse, opted for the "midnight disappearance" strategy of demolition. Almost overnight, the half block Ladd building became a paved parking lot."</span> -The Grand Era of Cast-Iron Architecture in Portland Oregon by William Hawkins III.<br /><br /><br />In response to the public outcry over the demolition, Mrs. V.B. Younger, secretary-treasurer of the Boyd Coffee Company, stated the city had ordered the buildings be bought up to code or demolished. Architects had been consulted and the cost to remodel the buildings was found to be prohibitive. She noted that the drawing (above) that had appeared in the Oregonian was for dramatic example, not to be taken literally.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"There is no condemnation order against the buildings." </span> -Portland Mayor Terry Shrunk in the Oregonian, March 12 1965.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I resent the fact that the owner appears to passing the onus to the city, by claiming he was ordered to raise the buildings." </span>-Francis J. Murnane, Portland Art Commission in the Oregonian, March 12 1965.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLNdt7fGSJb5ex1_t6CCFNQRtpL5t3gfJUTHVQKXms3rliw5z4yekN9cLh4HPyLf5_7vqqj7F9lUbZeNbkV8_-CG2JtlenPKGfN4kTDyPIZXyoNbQT3CgrW6KXVyumQrMI0vOEA/s1600/6173560746_7b4cd239dc_z.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLNdt7fGSJb5ex1_t6CCFNQRtpL5t3gfJUTHVQKXms3rliw5z4yekN9cLh4HPyLf5_7vqqj7F9lUbZeNbkV8_-CG2JtlenPKGfN4kTDyPIZXyoNbQT3CgrW6KXVyumQrMI0vOEA/s400/6173560746_7b4cd239dc_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660042850649381650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Wolf head ornament from the upper level of the Ladd Block, donated to the </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.visitahc.org/">Architectural Heritage Center </a><span style="font-style: italic;">by Christopher Boyd.<br /><br /><br /></span><span>The long half life of the Ladd Block began when Bob Hazen, President of the Benj. Franklin Savings and Loan, was walking by the demolition site when he noted its metal pieces. With no particular use in mind, he asked a workman if he could purchase some of them. A price of three thousand dollars was agreed upon. They were removed to a warehouse for storage.<br /><br />Ten years later, a use for the pieces was found when the Benj. Franklin Savings and Loan purchased a newly completed office tower, across the street on First from the site of the Ladd Block, for its corporate headquarters. On the top floor Bob Hazen outfitted a luxurious executive suite that utilized the Ladd Block's fixtures.<br /><br />To create his 19th century haven on the 19th floor, Hazen consulted with Portland preservationist Eric Ladd to create a most unlikely office space, complete with a stained glass ceiling from the Washington Hotel, made surplus after most of its lobby was converted into courtyard, and a stairwell mural of the Ladd Block by William Hawkins (from the drawing at the beginning of this post). Decorative tin and ironwork were re-purposed as book cases to surprisingly good effect. A statue of Benjamin Franklin, and a receptionist dressed as Dolly Madison completed the eclectic, if somewhat surreal, scene.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRikw8VHD_NNKGxzAmeQiEjUb4QORDMTbn8w_iVBoEtCWcJLOnrwHmgg343vmSczmadvgA8i9vF_x0yyyyJPsPTYgZXigrnfXcXruBcnIpHNhdJJWDzFCvwsfI0biLFdQMUlQRw/s1600/Ladd+Block+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRikw8VHD_NNKGxzAmeQiEjUb4QORDMTbn8w_iVBoEtCWcJLOnrwHmgg343vmSczmadvgA8i9vF_x0yyyyJPsPTYgZXigrnfXcXruBcnIpHNhdJJWDzFCvwsfI0biLFdQMUlQRw/s400/Ladd+Block+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660049316405560866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span><span style="font-style: italic;">The 19th Floor, with ceiling from the Washington Hotel and a column from the Ladd Block.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxHyR1-i6a0uNlBX7CZLPOFdPdpWo16PlP6eH2MpfXir2PDCQF-YeCSAJzX__1jevgZF2dRmSf8JOfyNMIcoJMmcvEH-k0KR-dcUMizZPUWBDPb1d_74AfIbhypOZk6azD6Beq8g/s1600/6155963820_2f88cab86e_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxHyR1-i6a0uNlBX7CZLPOFdPdpWo16PlP6eH2MpfXir2PDCQF-YeCSAJzX__1jevgZF2dRmSf8JOfyNMIcoJMmcvEH-k0KR-dcUMizZPUWBDPb1d_74AfIbhypOZk6azD6Beq8g/s400/6155963820_2f88cab86e_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660050436274860546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span><span><span style="font-style: italic;">Two years later, in 1977, a column from the Ladd Block, from the Portland's Friends of Cast Iron Architecture's collection, was mounted in the new pedestrian arcade at Ankeny Square which showcased the area's cast iron heritage.<br /><br /></span><br />When the Benj. Franklin closed in 1990 Bob Hazen's office suite was dismantled with the pieces donated to the Bosco-Milligan Foundation. Some can be seen today in the Architectural Heritage Center's <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.visitahc.org/content/current-exhibits">Rebuilding South Portland</a> </span>exhibit.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVPu3vfjPs7-x5dU7pAX4Fo9u3BoyOy0P_ExNz4D6-rDGdajevXHcpbmvLoYQF4FoF4ykOVs3Ti8AgDwDf6AttdcRMZcbWah1J6LaQb1H5Edvlv_NytVhdxERZE3Z3UGAxZW-MEg/s1600/6173561260_2ac3b3eb99_z.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVPu3vfjPs7-x5dU7pAX4Fo9u3BoyOy0P_ExNz4D6-rDGdajevXHcpbmvLoYQF4FoF4ykOVs3Ti8AgDwDf6AttdcRMZcbWah1J6LaQb1H5Edvlv_NytVhdxERZE3Z3UGAxZW-MEg/s400/6173561260_2ac3b3eb99_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660055288464255250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span><span><span style="font-style: italic;">Ladd Block piece at the Architectural Heritage Center.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJxVBq1e5fq8sYjCaBQjR5dmTDZOFc_wjSP4cEL5X81n2BheFQzQMl305l9OBN5fFAXq1ylN2Ygkh92cZeolSYOJXR7M3rGKa9h_WzEMpsarqROk9IRkLpjQPbeY1BvXgsR0UwBQ/s1600/Ladd+Block+1+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJxVBq1e5fq8sYjCaBQjR5dmTDZOFc_wjSP4cEL5X81n2BheFQzQMl305l9OBN5fFAXq1ylN2Ygkh92cZeolSYOJXR7M3rGKa9h_WzEMpsarqROk9IRkLpjQPbeY1BvXgsR0UwBQ/s400/Ladd+Block+1+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660056075036132178" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The recently removed courtyard installation in the former Benj. Franklin Plaza. Sadly, the whereabouts of the lions are unknown.<br /><br /><br /></span>Until recently there were remnants of Bob Hazen's cast-iron confection, nearly forgotten, in the 19th floor courtyard and lobby of the building now known at the Umpqua Bank Plaza. It is those pieces that have appeared at Old Portland Hardware after being removed in a recent remodel. Upon being contacted by the project's architect, Bret Hodgert and Scott at Old Portland had very little time to wheel the fixtures, some weighing hundreds of pounds, downstairs to a loading dock, which happily was higher than their flat bed truck.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"When I was a kid, I wanted nothing more to be that archeologist in National Geographic. It was kind of like that."</span> -Bret Hodgert of Old Portland Hardware, on obtaining the Ladd Block pieces from the remodel site.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhDAfiIAUNc_ci_2XJ_Ff4LndOlgvQRjWkntddDLgdWe3Le38Nt2l_x3rYw166oadeZJeicnU2hXFf-GNxaD09Gt9s39XfkCjo3aKWWEhIa4GnWKEpQQ4-Q1N-yLfegs9cjeL_DQ/s1600/6134518882_3854802388_z.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhDAfiIAUNc_ci_2XJ_Ff4LndOlgvQRjWkntddDLgdWe3Le38Nt2l_x3rYw166oadeZJeicnU2hXFf-GNxaD09Gt9s39XfkCjo3aKWWEhIa4GnWKEpQQ4-Q1N-yLfegs9cjeL_DQ/s400/6134518882_3854802388_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660060928451285378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Bear from the Ladd Block at Old Portland Hardware and Architectural.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span>For a short time the Ladd Block pieces can be seen in three places: the Architectural Heritage Center, Ankeny Square and Old Portland Hardware. Save for those at AHC their long term status is in flux, as the Old Portland pieces are for sale, and a possible revamp of Ankeny Square, mentioned in 2009, which might replace the current installation with a new twelve columned structure.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-tOE8F9HKFJgHNRAe6y2uT_G51N-DCT3PRuDwFOilQ7lmYtjcSn9SV-nNCr2pNmaEPHibVyAZcoTKouWqeTX-1TaxCFEm7BvFZwoopfslSjc4zO0EN4eB73-YU-DPD6gGrZmVgg/s1600/6155418395_a27cbb0a55_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-tOE8F9HKFJgHNRAe6y2uT_G51N-DCT3PRuDwFOilQ7lmYtjcSn9SV-nNCr2pNmaEPHibVyAZcoTKouWqeTX-1TaxCFEm7BvFZwoopfslSjc4zO0EN4eB73-YU-DPD6gGrZmVgg/s400/6155418395_a27cbb0a55_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660062798361294402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >Signage at Ankeny Square, this one describing the Ladd Block has deteriorated badly.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsJkcA7se9VdMTUMWgazuTBGt5drxZzOVN7SR1YH0soOEFIOJE2yEZbhK3JL82n1P5eNKvK3eEdJrvfsp7jIh91hN0WdjAoFLyG4g13aouGS-aJOoDX98twEv5XsKFn0VVlY4KSQ/s1600/6155417533_80ec6841df_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsJkcA7se9VdMTUMWgazuTBGt5drxZzOVN7SR1YH0soOEFIOJE2yEZbhK3JL82n1P5eNKvK3eEdJrvfsp7jIh91hN0WdjAoFLyG4g13aouGS-aJOoDX98twEv5XsKFn0VVlY4KSQ/s400/6155417533_80ec6841df_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660064330752093026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">A fence, later added to protect the Fire Fighters exhibit, effectively cut the cast-iron display in half.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The situation at Ankeny Square symbolizes Portland's relationship with its past, the seesawing between veneration and neglect, with no way to predict the next swing. Will the revamp, which might include restrooms and a information kiosk ever take place? Will the existing cast iron on the wall be removed to storage after the new arcade, essentially a zero sum game, or will the be refurbished (and hopefully repainted in something other that the odd choice of back)? What of the rest of the trove of cast-iron, owned by the PDC, that is stored under a bridge? Forty-six years after after the loss of one of the last major cast-iron building to be demolished, the questions remain on how to best re-purpose Portland's iron age remnants.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7-QcvpXky8_Jg8e3PGmYp0-sh8GdplukZrwApIYg-QMzcVfUwwDPAy-FJFm3DfZr_tfpp8mgrnmxCtmo5jvv6TWIUoxRa5-SwM16w4DHUezV8xmtM_Qx_cjg4WjZOvPI-5BuURA/s1600/1234916351-ankeny1.27.09_copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7-QcvpXky8_Jg8e3PGmYp0-sh8GdplukZrwApIYg-QMzcVfUwwDPAy-FJFm3DfZr_tfpp8mgrnmxCtmo5jvv6TWIUoxRa5-SwM16w4DHUezV8xmtM_Qx_cjg4WjZOvPI-5BuURA/s400/1234916351-ankeny1.27.09_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660067975695690626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Proposed Ankeny Square revamp. Perhaps a return to Vine Street? -<a href="http://blogtown.portlandmercury.com/BlogtownPDX/archives/2009/02/17/skidmore_fountain_makeover_pic"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Portland </span></a><br /><a href="http://blogtown.portlandmercury.com/BlogtownPDX/archives/2009/02/17/skidmore_fountain_makeover_pic"><span style="font-style: italic;">Mercury</span></a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy50WF4C_2N6p_FwPCsLff3JC_Fo7S3vNIcsUMNF-0REXxSNPACXwidHYdsBqeq34IbESqf8Tucn4yub7JZY4nqB5ShAN3hyCkqBXgWwRffnF7DsFOjoOT8YHmlLJ4XyPXvZLcwg/s1600/6203758837_6944957062_z.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy50WF4C_2N6p_FwPCsLff3JC_Fo7S3vNIcsUMNF-0REXxSNPACXwidHYdsBqeq34IbESqf8Tucn4yub7JZY4nqB5ShAN3hyCkqBXgWwRffnF7DsFOjoOT8YHmlLJ4XyPXvZLcwg/s400/6203758837_6944957062_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660069184974101410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >First and Columbia, site of the Ladd Block, one of the few surface parking lots lost to new construction.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tDRm97m3K90bR-_CneaGr-v-YiaZdl1Hs6IfdfRXEfm3zS3tVtxl5inflwgVjz7nYgJtsd1zL2UfSmjnau9Vxdf1_Aa9c_awdPGLIONrqyF6utmccbBGIIzLZKUmpWEJwMzQKg/s1600/19202+-+Copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tDRm97m3K90bR-_CneaGr-v-YiaZdl1Hs6IfdfRXEfm3zS3tVtxl5inflwgVjz7nYgJtsd1zL2UfSmjnau9Vxdf1_Aa9c_awdPGLIONrqyF6utmccbBGIIzLZKUmpWEJwMzQKg/s400/19202+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660069902374081698" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy50WF4C_2N6p_FwPCsLff3JC_Fo7S3vNIcsUMNF-0REXxSNPACXwidHYdsBqeq34IbESqf8Tucn4yub7JZY4nqB5ShAN3hyCkqBXgWwRffnF7DsFOjoOT8YHmlLJ4XyPXvZLcwg/s1600/6203758837_6944957062_z.jpg"><br /></a><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >The Ladd and Monastes Blocks, looking north on First from Columbia in the 1950s. </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>-Marion Dean Ross photo, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/Most%20Visited%20http://www.google.com/%20http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=17650750&postID=4975187724544133501%20http://www.blogger.com/posts.g?blogID=17650750%20http://www.blogger.com/upload-image.g?blogID=17650750%20http://www.oldportlandhardware.com/%20http://www.blogger.com/home%20http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qn4184/is_20090211/ai_n31322310/%20http://oregondigital.org/cdm4/item_viewer.php?CISOROOT=/archpnw&CISOPTR=8159&CISOBOX=1&REC=2%20http://oregondigital.org/cdm4/results.php?CISOOP1=all&CISOFIELD1=CISOSEARCHALL&CISORESTMP=results.php&CISOVIEWTMP=item_viewer.php&CISOMODE=thumb&CISOGRID=thumbnail%2CA%2C1%3Btitle%2CA%2C1%3Btitlea%2CA%2C0%3Btitlev%2C200%2C0%3Bnone%2CA%2C0%3B20%3Btitle%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone&CISOBIB=title%2CA%2C1%2CN%3Btitlea%2CA%2C0%2CN%3Btitlev%2C200%2C0%2CN%3Bnone%2CA%2C0%2CN%3Bnone%2CA%2C0%2CN%3B20%3Btitle%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone&CISOTHUMB=20+%285x4%29%3Btitle%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone&CISOTITLE=20%3Btitle%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone&CISOHIERA=20%3Btitlea%2Ctitle%2Cnone%2Cnone%2Cnone&CISOSUPPRESS=0&CISOBOX1=ladd+columbia&CISOROOT=%2Farchpnw&x=0&y=0%20http://oregondigital.org/digcol/archpnw/">Building Oregon Collection, University of Oregon.</a><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXpmxRPabpBRAgK01Bb-SIgqFonsysTa3tcdF3dpz6ap3Yt4wPiA_2DeYFDjv2fCsSARVOt6dbvSsv-DvQ3ZP-YYSk0QUz9VR8x2LKKGhtt0y-kZFvjpYWnL_siRSAi_fsJGk5w/s1600/6155417119_54c0819f78_z.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXpmxRPabpBRAgK01Bb-SIgqFonsysTa3tcdF3dpz6ap3Yt4wPiA_2DeYFDjv2fCsSARVOt6dbvSsv-DvQ3ZP-YYSk0QUz9VR8x2LKKGhtt0y-kZFvjpYWnL_siRSAi_fsJGk5w/s400/6155417119_54c0819f78_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660071289485288274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cafe-Unknown-Portland-Oregon-history/197011673666911"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Cafe Unknown on Facebook.</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">High Water!<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1i_tO6rN92YX2m2CT_PEINyRpxulckDshltLfzJcsivw33ymvC8MGdDMFbElgjMCApYi_u_-yQN-H076wYjpVTITRdj7xqcrX3vdXtIJQLsk9nlxL2ZL3uaNqCTOp4iuNK1_X-Q/s1600/6183589896_338569def0_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1i_tO6rN92YX2m2CT_PEINyRpxulckDshltLfzJcsivw33ymvC8MGdDMFbElgjMCApYi_u_-yQN-H076wYjpVTITRdj7xqcrX3vdXtIJQLsk9nlxL2ZL3uaNqCTOp4iuNK1_X-Q/s400/6183589896_338569def0_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660073210065615970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">On Monday, October 17 at the Mission Theater at 7:00pm I will be presenting High Water; Portland and the Flood of 1894 for the Oregon Encyclopedia's History Night.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">From the press release:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">On May 27, 1894, the rising Willamette River began to flow into the streets of Portland. For one month, Portland, already reeling from the financial crash of 1893, was inundated by floodwaters. City life came to a halt, then adapted with flotillas of small boats for shopping and spindly bridges that spanned between second floors. Fire engines were towed through the streets on barges, and the bars moved onto rafts. The receding water left the city a hellish, stinking mess.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Dan Haneckow explores Portland of the 1890s and its watery ordeal with stunning images of the "Metropolis of the Northwest" as it dealt with one of its greatest challenges. </span> <span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />Hope to see you there!</span> </span>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-62485352062601496242011-07-19T07:16:00.000-07:002011-07-19T14:45:06.281-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" > <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />This is Not Historic<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxIY6ep7mKJjWvdUeKXsSdi9Gu46ilwsvt-tdtjcZVb1ILDWgiQSBn1HQreuv6-TOVnIUTYSPCCgJHH8KxSde7M3K9JGZO56p-vAnoZymEzWBa69lMk947sj0h7Q24NQxjO4gc6Q/s1600/61578_160209054006100_100000510191789_458563_1781386_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxIY6ep7mKJjWvdUeKXsSdi9Gu46ilwsvt-tdtjcZVb1ILDWgiQSBn1HQreuv6-TOVnIUTYSPCCgJHH8KxSde7M3K9JGZO56p-vAnoZymEzWBa69lMk947sj0h7Q24NQxjO4gc6Q/s400/61578_160209054006100_100000510191789_458563_1781386_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630478713315302162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The Jackals welcome in 1989 at Satyricon. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">-Photo by and courtesy of Thomas Robinson, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.historicphotoarchive.com/">Historic Photo Archive</a>.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Soon the Hotel West, better known as the Satyricon and the Kiernan building, aka the Dirty Duck, will be demolished.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The loss of Satyricon, a Portland equivalent to the Cavern Club, exposes the weakness of Portland's ability to identify and protect its historic resources. Too often a structure's historic value is determined by the context of when it was built, not its significance acquired over time. A century from now, looking back at the 1980s, Portlanders will likely still have the Portland Building, a structure of architectural significance but of dubious communal connection, but not Satyricon.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4UnwjjgKuiQ60GWGNZ1EdeVLkKnHyRA7vvo5d-3DI2ILC826snT4Y71uXWeC8WcnRVM_Gm9AGzOcGTkInqbQ1C95womp-7cfKBMcyTau_4xC65WU9grFhU823QtYfrbP_JOTfQ/s1600/61578_160209057339433_100000510191789_458564_4970250_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4UnwjjgKuiQ60GWGNZ1EdeVLkKnHyRA7vvo5d-3DI2ILC826snT4Y71uXWeC8WcnRVM_Gm9AGzOcGTkInqbQ1C95womp-7cfKBMcyTau_4xC65WU9grFhU823QtYfrbP_JOTfQ/s400/61578_160209057339433_100000510191789_458564_4970250_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630484568810212786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">NW 6th from Couch, May 1985. Henry's- Working Man's Friend (later the Sav-Mor Grub, blown up along with its neighbor to the north in 1989) Portland Tattoo, Demetri's Grocery, the Hotel West / Satyricon (arched doorway) and the Butte Hotel. The Butte Hotel sign still hangs in place, now hidden by ubiquitous street trees.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />-Photo by and courtesy of Thomas Robinson, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.historicphotoarchive.com/">Historic Photo Archive</a>.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">To those who view streetscapes as a form of narrative, Portland will be a poorer place without Satyricon, the Dirty Duck or the Galaxy restaurant at SE 9th and Burnside. Each will be replaced by structures in the approved contemporary du jour, devoid of continuity with their surroundings.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPVHZlizZPhDl3wk_fOoDueMJY1YDKSGEGtC-aCVOPsquFBPPUk-AJxY1fNBLDfoSyeDNnW4ST1vp3najccVll6LB1VcuQb16j8PspOWPI1MuPoU_EJC3reiMhxTFTm68Ed4wdQ/s1600/6a00d8341c86d053ef0147e3eaf7a1970b-500wi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPVHZlizZPhDl3wk_fOoDueMJY1YDKSGEGtC-aCVOPsquFBPPUk-AJxY1fNBLDfoSyeDNnW4ST1vp3najccVll6LB1VcuQb16j8PspOWPI1MuPoU_EJC3reiMhxTFTm68Ed4wdQ/s400/6a00d8341c86d053ef0147e3eaf7a1970b-500wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630517120649853762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >A proposed replacement for the Hotel West / Satyricon. Described in a recent </span><a style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" href="http://chatterbox.typepad.com/portlandarchitecture/2011/04/from-satyricon-to-macdonald-center-with-lrs.html">Portland Architecture piece by Fred Leeson</a><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >, it recreated the general look of its predecessor on the first floor. It was not to be.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">In the case of the Hotel West, there was a significant effort to echo and honor the site's history architecturally by the Macdonald Center in their proposed design for the building's replacement.<br /><br />The plan was found unacceptable by the Portland Design Commission, preferring a slate scraped clean of prior reference for new development. Commissioner David Keltner noted that new buildings can be compatible with, yet clearly differentiated from older neighbors, if not, "You don't have a clear understanding of what's what, and what is historical".<br /><br />This philosophy, with its built in preference for contemporary forms, risks an antiseptic downtown; a pleasant enough tree-lined doldrum with the spontaneity and depth of a gated community. It dilutes the uniqueness of individual streetscapes in favor of accepted standards bereft of prior local context.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFvjqCD29HeHBdJZmjN8wjD55isP2JSakX5ok7lE-XdVMgDiF-tUhyphenhyphen61evkz_QxSI9Reo_vF7hDLezCmt8NGdYnsoTq1WoNWncIqSDOhmkD8T6q4ZTrpT4_woodFmFdg2PGyVSBw/s1600/2011%252C+07+12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFvjqCD29HeHBdJZmjN8wjD55isP2JSakX5ok7lE-XdVMgDiF-tUhyphenhyphen61evkz_QxSI9Reo_vF7hDLezCmt8NGdYnsoTq1WoNWncIqSDOhmkD8T6q4ZTrpT4_woodFmFdg2PGyVSBw/s400/2011%252C+07+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630521408147712146" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Pearl District refugee?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Nowhere is this better illustrated, to almost comic effect, than by the recent structure beneath the west end of the Burnside Bridge. Located a few yards away from where First, Ankeny and Vine intersected at the Skidmore Fountain, the core of Portland's original cast-iron fronted downtown, it sits like a Design Within Reach catalog backdrop in opposition to the area's historic character. It was a squandered opportunity to utilize cast-iron fixtures already owned by the city that languish in storage.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRTDx1Vr5cB6q-4rJvYbSHV2zHDjTYFJUDAY-l0MH5MaLaJOdlIUsuvKeOfRuwCXBIuwy1ba0NZQYGXlhSifOOtvPJzS4UqiBW11jG2y9uG17jDVmfpueJ2ndayJIR3NYvwBjFg/s1600/5314941376_1a3ffb46bc_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRTDx1Vr5cB6q-4rJvYbSHV2zHDjTYFJUDAY-l0MH5MaLaJOdlIUsuvKeOfRuwCXBIuwy1ba0NZQYGXlhSifOOtvPJzS4UqiBW11jG2y9uG17jDVmfpueJ2ndayJIR3NYvwBjFg/s400/5314941376_1a3ffb46bc_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630696884699017762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Last chance to see. The Kiernan building (aka the Dirty Duck) at NW Third and Glisan.</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">-Dan Haneckow photo.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Its arguable that a successful building need only to fulfill its function. Aesthetics, context and history are of secondary importance to owners - but are primary concerns of design and landmark advisory bodies. In Portland, the interplay of the Design Commission, the Historic Landmarks Commission and the City Council have much to say about what is historic and what is acceptable for the city's built environment's design, as illustrated below by the Kiernan building: </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPGQGrP9Pn2QyfAE3asYJ3x7BK9dQCLOyLeeP3kdmEbYoZCpiI1bTPMPBASknseebuK6DiyL3a4Mfj3j1BZLnNoQP7Oi-nULmrJx8Ql_b4PFjY_UYuQhM_Jd_poAvcJBT07kSFA/s1600/Third+and+Glisan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPGQGrP9Pn2QyfAE3asYJ3x7BK9dQCLOyLeeP3kdmEbYoZCpiI1bTPMPBASknseebuK6DiyL3a4Mfj3j1BZLnNoQP7Oi-nULmrJx8Ql_b4PFjY_UYuQhM_Jd_poAvcJBT07kSFA/s400/Third+and+Glisan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630700741327512930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" >The intersection of Third and Glisan, prior to the 1916 construction of the Kiernan building. The earlier structure on the site supported an impressive array of billboards. The Shasta Hotel and the future home to the Blanchet House are to the right. Until 1912 the original Steel Bridge descended to street level on Third, just to the right of the frame. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Christopher Wilson collection, courtesy of John Klatt, <a href="http://www.oldoregonphotos.com/?gclid=COK26JCQi6oCFRNhgwodAD5Nzg">Old Oregon Photos</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRmobra9sNV79O0EDn3Xb90K1qEZiu0fo43cR07SIOouFV4XL8DxuS5NsyrVTsRK5Fj9a5qcxDLwrAj-xUMmhcNQjNw-aodh3aynLWWC9x0QKQ_6OO_wqaVw6dnYHdCbF2T7-qg/s1600/CS02475.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRmobra9sNV79O0EDn3Xb90K1qEZiu0fo43cR07SIOouFV4XL8DxuS5NsyrVTsRK5Fj9a5qcxDLwrAj-xUMmhcNQjNw-aodh3aynLWWC9x0QKQ_6OO_wqaVw6dnYHdCbF2T7-qg/s400/CS02475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631068757290679314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Kiernan building (and Pike Tent and Awning) looking northwest on 3rd in October 1980.</span> </span></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Intentionally or not, its low profile echoed that of the prior building on the site. Despite a long, varied history involving numerous communities (see the post <a href="http://www.cafeunknown.com/2010/05/ducking-questions-it-might-be-hard-to.html">Ducking the Questions</a>) it was found by the City Council not to be historic enough for preservation.</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Photo by and courtesy of Thomas Robinson, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.historicphotoarchive.com/">Historic Photo Archive</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipAO12pp65tNUEyqtM7rRuoEesDFQ4f_zpNtOyqrXTEuMMsPXMoVsTcPzF0Zoq7DzzDrlyIF2b-AkQPdsF2_D0e0P9R5zIAuxOLMpwia3e5cUm5BgVRXXVHETZbR8DBF1NxATcwA/s1600/6a00d8341c86d053ef014e868ef828970d-800wi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipAO12pp65tNUEyqtM7rRuoEesDFQ4f_zpNtOyqrXTEuMMsPXMoVsTcPzF0Zoq7DzzDrlyIF2b-AkQPdsF2_D0e0P9R5zIAuxOLMpwia3e5cUm5BgVRXXVHETZbR8DBF1NxATcwA/s400/6a00d8341c86d053ef014e868ef828970d-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631073184658936786" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />The Blanchet House's original plan for the Kiernan building site. Just as the Design Commission rejected the Macdonald Center's plans for the Hotel West / Satyricon on design grounds, the Blanchet House's plan was turned by by Historic Landmark Commission as out of character with the neighborhood.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRx_ftEQfdiNI2TOufRt6zqDj3Cp6taXckqhrPckSH12TUPtk3oaEYBJsFhDRucMkU8GLdTqhRYPc7rwE97BvzPZRS_W_gV9uYxyVmkz4PV_X3yyTvihPryeBj_606XRQs3U-Uw/s1600/6a00d8341c86d053ef014e5fb416a8970c-500wi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRx_ftEQfdiNI2TOufRt6zqDj3Cp6taXckqhrPckSH12TUPtk3oaEYBJsFhDRucMkU8GLdTqhRYPc7rwE97BvzPZRS_W_gV9uYxyVmkz4PV_X3yyTvihPryeBj_606XRQs3U-Uw/s400/6a00d8341c86d053ef014e5fb416a8970c-500wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631074280882831074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" ><br />The design for the Blanchet House that was approved by the Historic Landmarks Commission. While not particularly out of character with its historic surroundings, it is a missed chance to incorporate the original structure, or to have traded out a nearby city owned parking lot and thus live up to Portland's sustainability rhetoric. Still, it avoids the problems of other compromises for the sake of compatibility, such as the base of the Ladd Tower on the Park Blocks, more appropriate to Bridgeport Village than downtown Portland.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The loss of Satyricon and the Kiernan building illustrate the need for a new dialog about what is historic in Portland, not just with an eye to the past, but to what will be held significant in the future. This is especially true in regards to sites pertaining to local culture and communities not traditionally represented by landmarks. In the case of Satyricon, its importance, musically and as a representation of its era, was likely obscured by the fact that it was too recent to be considered history.<br /><br />It is too late to save, but we can learn from its demise.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfxlWTTPJqdP9ibaTszoMnVIBbaU2CRrkI-Wo4_rQgat6zTmamfwYhQgZCO4CDiJ3o4MVGL8qf9SqdzKkD2xcbUleeq3NUoRqbfs6ZgpkCr377xPXLwNosF-J4mBa50u3Xfz-l4Q/s1600/plans-for-galaxy-site.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfxlWTTPJqdP9ibaTszoMnVIBbaU2CRrkI-Wo4_rQgat6zTmamfwYhQgZCO4CDiJ3o4MVGL8qf9SqdzKkD2xcbUleeq3NUoRqbfs6ZgpkCr377xPXLwNosF-J4mBa50u3Xfz-l4Q/s400/plans-for-galaxy-site.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630760112632708914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The look and feel of a city does not just happen. Do the preferences of the Design Commission reflect that of the public's? Above, the planned replacement for the Galaxy restaurant at SE 9th and Burnside.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKDQNf3qA3JJIHJ2sEg_C0Uae2IjaLPHVVleIg9OJ-D62iv5wfbtFS2dpJ5lfkvgZIJC50lrJ0oR5vbmGRpa7jKvmh-PUZenrdUvxHnsiNa1QKveO9D1gehD0GwUDmjDfFb-qDQ/s1600/SW+corner+of+Third+and+Davis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKDQNf3qA3JJIHJ2sEg_C0Uae2IjaLPHVVleIg9OJ-D62iv5wfbtFS2dpJ5lfkvgZIJC50lrJ0oR5vbmGRpa7jKvmh-PUZenrdUvxHnsiNa1QKveO9D1gehD0GwUDmjDfFb-qDQ/s400/SW+corner+of+Third+and+Davis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631079284694523474" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Low slung commercial / light industrial buildings like the Kiernan began to appear in what had been known as the North End during the early decades of the 20th century. This building, along the <a href="http://www.cafeunknown.com/2009/03/rise-and-fall-of-great-light-way-1890s.html">Great Light Way</a>, at Third and Davis still exists, the former home of the Kida Company. Today although much modernized, it could clean up quite nicely. </span></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><br />-Charles Ertz photo, courtesy of Gary Smith, via <a href="http://www.lakeoswegohistoryonline.com/lo/Welcome.html">Marylou Colver</a>.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qSCX6h1gaOYG6yzV8kZdQhoqKUtbYiNJmM5vEmCu6fEuc8ApeqWsgfsjPdFPM8etL7ZXNikpGHUePnRMHY5uvPtAvPJ1SXQBgunrLL6t7Hohf-k3E9oSmKfntphVb6eAxAwegw/s1600/Aftermath+of+the+Sav+Mor+Grub+bombing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qSCX6h1gaOYG6yzV8kZdQhoqKUtbYiNJmM5vEmCu6fEuc8ApeqWsgfsjPdFPM8etL7ZXNikpGHUePnRMHY5uvPtAvPJ1SXQBgunrLL6t7Hohf-k3E9oSmKfntphVb6eAxAwegw/s400/Aftermath+of+the+Sav+Mor+Grub+bombing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630761710498965186" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />NW Couch and 6th, the aftermath of the August 24 1989 bombing of Sav-Mor Grub, still an unsolved mystery. The Hotel West / Satyricon is to the far right. </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />-Photo by and courtesy of Thomas Robinson, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.historicphotoarchive.com/">Historic Photo Archive</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9uUvtmyr_PB1Iwy_y63qKd9cxC3aZbBg-g3FYIjNlu89101fjVFoVT4wSMeS4OcNClLNxPOfU84MYMcRJlSrSv4boZc0od9yt_WTmAL4SU1ScQRlebM3aggf1fp4txYJgpnS0dg/s1600/M99%252C+April+15+1991.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9uUvtmyr_PB1Iwy_y63qKd9cxC3aZbBg-g3FYIjNlu89101fjVFoVT4wSMeS4OcNClLNxPOfU84MYMcRJlSrSv4boZc0od9yt_WTmAL4SU1ScQRlebM3aggf1fp4txYJgpnS0dg/s400/M99%252C+April+15+1991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630763312049276354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">M99 at Satyricon, April 15 1991.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />-Photo by and courtesy of Thomas Robinson, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.historicphotoarchive.com/">Historic Photo Archive</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thanks to Christopher Wilson, John Klatt, Gary Smith, Marylou Colver and Thomas Robinson!<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cafe-Unknown-Portland-Oregon-history/197011673666911">Cafe Unknown on Facebook</a><br /></span></span><br /><table><tbody><tr><td rowspan="2" style="width: 15px"><br /></td><td rowspan="2"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table><tbody><tr><td rowspan="2" style="width: 15px"><br /></td><td rowspan="2"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-9198445319097019372011-06-09T09:33:00.000-07:002011-06-11T07:41:56.387-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Opening Night</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Through the shortest days of 1889 into the first weeks of the new decade, sounds of construction echoed from the blocks around Morrison, between 6th and 7th, as the Hotel Portland and the Marquam building raced toward completion.<br /><br />The Hotel Portland, re-animated after a six year hiatus by the mercurial George B. Markle, promised to be the city's largest and most luxurious hostelry, while the Marquam Grand Opera House would be its most opulent entertainment venue.<br /><br />Of the two, the Marquam was further along. As plaster set in the scaffold draped auditorium, its management encouraged speculation that it might be completed by Christmas.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAFaD0L40pWywzD2EjsOEitAGWskhnBz8olmB0cBWT3MUSqttqkPtrH5dcLo3MccG45hrqjvcDU9Yf2PwGod5OYKRgKAfTBm7FjfPQ1QHGZVnT0GkhjTBhHyTH5YZbKOlzSo1Muw/s1600/The+Marquam+Grand+Opera+House+under+constrution.++Portland+Oregon+1889-1890.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAFaD0L40pWywzD2EjsOEitAGWskhnBz8olmB0cBWT3MUSqttqkPtrH5dcLo3MccG45hrqjvcDU9Yf2PwGod5OYKRgKAfTBm7FjfPQ1QHGZVnT0GkhjTBhHyTH5YZbKOlzSo1Muw/s400/The+Marquam+Grand+Opera+House+under+constrution.++Portland+Oregon+1889-1890.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616263642128810770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The Marquam building from 6th and Morrison, nearing completion. Judge Philip A. Marquam and his family lived on the opposite corner of the block at 7th and Alder, in a house known for years as "the little New England cottage."</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">-Photo courtesy of Norm Gholston.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Al Hayman, holder of the opera house's concession, also ran the Baldwin and New California theaters in San Francisco. After inspecting the Marquam upon his arrival, he spoke to the Oregonian:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">"You can tell the people of Portland that Judge Marquam is going to give them a theater, second to none in the country in point of beauty, comfort and artistic finish. There will not be a bad seat in the house, and the indoor decorative work will be on a scale befitting the general richness of the structure. My efforts will be directed towards giving a series of attractions in keeping with the theater, and of a character to reflect credit upon any first class house in any city of America. I am confident that the result will justify me in doing this, feeling well assured that the public generally, and particularly the better class of people, of Portland will appreciate my labors."</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The New Year passed. Anticipation grew as Portlanders looked forward to productions of a quality and scale unprecedented.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"It will be the first time that our people have the opportunity to listen to grand opera by a competent company, and they will no doubt take advantage of the occasion to come out in full force and in full dress."</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">For the opening, the Emma Juch Grand English Opera Company, fresh from an appearance in Washington D.C. before President Harrison, were to perform a week long engagement of seven operas.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5WSkQU3FurFRLO3T8a-zq5FWb00nE9GvfPpPrM-veJCH3Cm5zgtqPptyIehsU0eVZBHpR4-9vwP3V5sgD2YWnzfiuSvkiiIXoAieb74c80Oiwa2YbSNLQ9GJt5BoLAI0z13ghDA/s1600/Emma+Juch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5WSkQU3FurFRLO3T8a-zq5FWb00nE9GvfPpPrM-veJCH3Cm5zgtqPptyIehsU0eVZBHpR4-9vwP3V5sgD2YWnzfiuSvkiiIXoAieb74c80Oiwa2YbSNLQ9GJt5BoLAI0z13ghDA/s400/Emma+Juch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616267678529263906" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Soprano Emma Juch was born July 4 1865 in Vienna Austria. Her family came to America when she was two. Her debut was in 1883 as Felina, in Mignon, for Her Majesty's Grand Italian Opera company in London. She joined the American Opera Company in 1886. When it disbanded, she formed her own touring company.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">As January drew to a close, anticipation turned to ennui as the wait drew on.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"The dramatic world has partaken the same air of dullness and uneventfulness that has characterized the business life of the city in the past week. With the exception of the farce comedy "Rooms to Rent" at the Musee-Theatre and the Georgia Minstrels at the New Park, the last there has been nothing of even moderate interest to attract the amusement seekers."</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">-The Oregonian, January 26 1890.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvwFk-RkkT7QTis_GsZKOwvJREZk_0Iqln3fa69Uv9zqsQv6Wemcacdkanl1DwjCEqs8iR9wzbVverKKtd3HoJIsCbHO0Hkzv4x5eGczth49jpWjx8-teJIZT7qewbs_vaWkHiw/s1600/Empress+Theatre+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvwFk-RkkT7QTis_GsZKOwvJREZk_0Iqln3fa69Uv9zqsQv6Wemcacdkanl1DwjCEqs8iR9wzbVverKKtd3HoJIsCbHO0Hkzv4x5eGczth49jpWjx8-teJIZT7qewbs_vaWkHiw/s400/Empress+Theatre+Portland+Oregon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616270339286527986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The New Park Theatre, where the Georgia Minstrels played, on the corner of Washington and Park, seen in a later incarnation as the Empress Theatre.<br /><br /><br />"Say what one will, there is something interesting and amusing about a good minstrel performance". </span><span style="font-family:arial;">-The Oregonian, January 26 1890.<br /><br /><br />At the dawn of the 1890s minstrel shows were in decline but still popular entertainment. Troupes of white performers, their faces blackened with burnt cork, had been portraying stereotypic depictions of African Americans in reviews since the 1840s. The shows featured comedy and songs, largely by white northerners such as Steven Foster, which presented an idealized version of southern slave life with only the most tenuous links to reality.<br /><br />Richards and Pringle's Georgia Minstrels, opening at the New Park Theatre, were a relative rarity; a successful minstrel show comprised of African American performers.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"As a rule, the colored man cannot illustrate the peculiarities of his race so well as the white man, and for this reason, minstrel companies composed of representatives of the dark skinned race have not been so successful as those composed of their white brethren. But Richards and Pringle's minstrels are of the exceptions."</span><br />-The Oregonian, January 26 1890.<br /><br /><br />Featuring Billy Kersands, singer, comedian and master of "The Essence," a complex forerunner to soft-shoe, the company was nationally popular with both black and white audiences. They had played in Portland before to good reviews. Bound by the conventions and expectations established by white minstrel shows, they performed wearing burnt cork, in blackface.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"The African American Minstrel troupe that captured the larges and most loyal black southern following in the 1890s was Richards and Pringle's Georgia Minstrels".</span><br />-From <span style="font-style: italic;">Out of Sight: The Rise of African American Popular Music 1889-1895</span> by Lynn Abbott and Doug Seroff. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNe5fqwooQZUHMLJSMKLDqibTMyQ1h6rGRP6MK2pMMfDhhNF66YoOI6m5ZOyObqUA_8FVdzlZU9TkTdAfopNmkV10dkbYXra2gBpnvlk3v_QemS1Wgts30u6vYC9JAAbiCrh95g/s1600/Billy+Kersands.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNe5fqwooQZUHMLJSMKLDqibTMyQ1h6rGRP6MK2pMMfDhhNF66YoOI6m5ZOyObqUA_8FVdzlZU9TkTdAfopNmkV10dkbYXra2gBpnvlk3v_QemS1Wgts30u6vYC9JAAbiCrh95g/s400/Billy+Kersands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616274682424234146" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Billy Kersands got his start in traveling minstrel troupes in the 1860s. In 1875 he wrote Old Aunt Jemima, a song thought, unlike most minstrel material, to have been drawn from actual slave song origins. In 1889 it was heard by Chris Rutt, who appropriated the name for his newly created brand of pancake mix.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-family:arial;">Richards and Pringle's Georgia Minstrels arrived from San Francisco by steamship early on Friday January 24th and immediately went to work to prepare for their opening at the New Park that same night.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">In addition to Billy Kersands, the sixteen person troupe featured Billy Farrell and Will Eldredge, solo trombonist W.O. Terry, harmoniconist Will G. Huff and Gauze, a female impersonator.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Miss Gauze's presence was not unique. Nick Tosches, in <span style="font-style: italic;">Where Dead Voices Gather</span>, notes that while females in minstrel shows were relatively rare, drag acts were an element from nearly the beginning. He draws a direct line from the female impersonators in minstrel shows, moving on to vaudeville, from where Milton Berle bought the tradition to television in 1948, to Some Like it Hot in 1959, to Ru Paul in the 1990s.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtd_rklvfwZKflOCTMPzeBnhyQUWQjslEjaStF-Tth-dP5CR-MreYSxJAHKl3_POUojxDYs8tYOHDHGuTC9zIb0-dNH2kMS6LznOt6PnrVfS19Oxj7SIMsvriAsiDYGN4LzZAMuQ/s1600/Feb+12+1889.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtd_rklvfwZKflOCTMPzeBnhyQUWQjslEjaStF-Tth-dP5CR-MreYSxJAHKl3_POUojxDYs8tYOHDHGuTC9zIb0-dNH2kMS6LznOt6PnrVfS19Oxj7SIMsvriAsiDYGN4LzZAMuQ/s400/Feb+12+1889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616277951845292130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Advertisements for Richards and Pringle's Georgia Minstrels at the New Park, and the Portland Cyclorama in the Oregonian from the previous year.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The Georgia Minstrels played three nights at the New Park, closing on Sunday, January 25th. Two days later, tickets for the opening of the Marquam Grand, set for February 3rd, went on sale at Kohler & Chase's Piano Emporium to a crowd that had waited outside the door since 6am.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"There is no question about the house being ready, as the chairs and fixtures have arrived, the scaffolding is being taken down, the carpets are being laid, and the interior of the theater will be as presentable as though it had been opened for six months".</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">-The Oregonian, January 29 1890.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In actuality the chairs had not arrived. They were delayed in shipment and were not delivered until two days before the scheduled extravaganza. Opening night was pushed back a week. In San Francisco, Al Hayman scrambled to schedule an additional series of performances for the stranded Emma Juch Grand English Opera Company.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ayiwXElFEO7YQpsgH7NUD9BGgYmwq6IHGfiAZiuIsGvo2Ov4DEqaSzi5RNemc5pVfQrZs42s4Beygog23OacfcRjnyG__4iO2gPAFFbtaXAQia-EbVEdWJnfDqKIZTS8s3ioyQ/s1600/Marquam+Grand+Opera+House+interior%252C+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ayiwXElFEO7YQpsgH7NUD9BGgYmwq6IHGfiAZiuIsGvo2Ov4DEqaSzi5RNemc5pVfQrZs42s4Beygog23OacfcRjnyG__4iO2gPAFFbtaXAQia-EbVEdWJnfDqKIZTS8s3ioyQ/s400/Marquam+Grand+Opera+House+interior%252C+Portland+Oregon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616311553188874546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">On Monday February 10th the doors of the Marquam Grand Opera House opened at last, with a performance of Charles Gounod's <span style="font-style: italic;">Faust</span>, to a capacity crowd enchanted by its opulence. Upon entering, the audience encountered a huge drop curtain portraying the countryside, town and castle of Monaco. They marveled at the theaters plush blue seats, the rooms exquisite finish, workmanship and luxurious private boxes. But the spectacle was not confined to the surroundings.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"The opera house was packed from floor to dome by the culture, wealth and fashion of the city and a pleased surprise seemed to run through the entire audience as they gazed upon the interior beauties of this superb house."</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">-The Oregonian, February 11 1890.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Portland society came to see and be seen. Man about town, Cyclorama backer and Ainsworth associate Lester L. Hawkins was in attendance, as was Miss Albina Page, doubtless the only person present with a city named for her. Oregon state senate president and future Portland mayor Joseph Simon, Crater Lake booster William Gladstone Steel, North End entrepreneur and future Portland mayor George P. Frank could be seen among the various Failings, Everetts, Goldsmiths, Starrs, Bickels, Dekums, Burnsides, Ralieghs, Saviers, Holmans, Heitshus and Pittocks. The house of Ladd, minus its aging patriarch, was represented by sons Charles and Wesley. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />"It was as if everyone present realized the importance of the event from a social point of view, and was determined to do honor the occasion."</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">-The Oregonian, February 11 1890.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The somber evening attire of the men was offset by the elaborate stylings of the women, as the upper echelons of Portland society strove to outshine each other. Mrs. Richard B. Knapp appeared in a Paris gown of yellow satin with a corsage decorated with rich point lace and a diamond necklace. Mrs. C.E.S. Wood wore a dress of blue grenadine, with ornaments and diamonds, while Miss Nellie Burnside was noted in a gown of white crepe, lace embellished corsage and a opera cloak of gray cashmere trimmed in white fur.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In the center of the dress circle could be seen Mrs. Henry J. Corbett wearing a black laced cloak of white velvet, embroidered with gold ornaments and diamonds of exceptional brilliance, next to Mrs. Charles E. Ladd in black lace, ornamented by pearls. Simeon and Amanda Reed sat in the front row of the parquette circle near the middle aisle. Judge Marquam sat in his own private box with his wife and four daughters.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV92OnBHiZiX4rep5JyVjBLgYy9e14SPBvBVaGuYLvx1KjyDB_T8pSx-SfyG03MI-CoFhVdN76mqg-q-9ZmgjU08Axmr8DajUwvH2GmfM6l6TmAtPr3njJWau_Jk3NeR79arZ1OA/s1600/Philip+Marquam.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV92OnBHiZiX4rep5JyVjBLgYy9e14SPBvBVaGuYLvx1KjyDB_T8pSx-SfyG03MI-CoFhVdN76mqg-q-9ZmgjU08Axmr8DajUwvH2GmfM6l6TmAtPr3njJWau_Jk3NeR79arZ1OA/s400/Philip+Marquam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616588183369136690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Builder of the Grand, Judge Philip Augustus Marquam.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Like Billy Kersands and the Georgia Minstrels two weeks before, the 156 member Emma Juch Grand Opera Company had arrived by steamship from San Francisco.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-family:arial;">In her interview with the Oregonian, Emma Juch said exactly the right things:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"Such a theatre is a monument to the artistic taste of the people in your city. I have been in the finest in this country and Europe and I find this equal to any. The acoustic properties of the house are all a singer could desire".</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The Oregonian, in describing her depiction of Marguerite, returned the love:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">"Few reach to a point of portrayal, either dramatically or vocally, which the roll demands. Among those few none, perhaps, so truly realizes the ideal of the master as does Miss Juch. She has the physical attributes which aid her greatly in her work -flaxen hair, the teutonic mold of features and a soft blue eye capable of a world of expression. She shows too, in her conception and execution of the role an intelligent idea of its demands which may singers have failed to exhibit".<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The only sour notes to be found were in reference to some of the audience and the dazzling scene's potential to overshadow the music itself.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />"It is to be regretted that quite a number of the audience came late, and thus disturbed the many who had good taste to be in their seats by or before 8 o'clock".<br /><br />"The people assembled on Monday night within the walls of the spacious auditorium of the new edifice, however, seemed to be there more to see each other, to examine the beauties of the house, to pass judgement, as it were, upon the general effect of the entire ensemble, than to listen with attentive ear and receptive faculties to the operatic performance that was set before them."<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The general impression of the evening though was best summed up by Henry McGuinn, Esq:</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />"An inspiring scene. Fair women, well dressed men, and above all immortal music. The building itself is beyond doubt a triumph of architecture".<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlTa7EUsZEUfLa1-G9z0AFa7xVJBrXC6d_6fIqwmwevqHXwCYB6nY_TlDZuXP8uNPIGoXPwZiWlwugHYMehv0oqJd3JfLBqMq8e4rcaPBPXOTPNU3OOVmIWalX8pShF9H8l3L2w/s1600/Emma+Juch+program+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlTa7EUsZEUfLa1-G9z0AFa7xVJBrXC6d_6fIqwmwevqHXwCYB6nY_TlDZuXP8uNPIGoXPwZiWlwugHYMehv0oqJd3JfLBqMq8e4rcaPBPXOTPNU3OOVmIWalX8pShF9H8l3L2w/s400/Emma+Juch+program+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616702792179480738" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvlBqAxV5cppywOitC-418hn3PXVDefY-z1uXJXriYo91T6sktBGgWigWBS_KLytT9K9vKYAkQLOyUzL649053Bhexz318cH5NIYupRmKmDXdfKOBO4D2kiOYqtDI3yAZKb61Hg/s1600/Emma+Juch+program.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvlBqAxV5cppywOitC-418hn3PXVDefY-z1uXJXriYo91T6sktBGgWigWBS_KLytT9K9vKYAkQLOyUzL649053Bhexz318cH5NIYupRmKmDXdfKOBO4D2kiOYqtDI3yAZKb61Hg/s400/Emma+Juch+program.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616703063055102354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">A program from the next stop on the tour for Emma Juch; the Victoria Theater in Victoria B.C. where she played a three night engagement starting on Monday February 17th. The order of productions duplicated their Portland sequence, minus the last three operas. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The Emma Juch Grand English Opera Company continued to play the Marquam Grand to rave reviews for the next five nights and one matinee, then continued on to Victoria B.C.<br /><br />Portlanders could look forward to the next extravaganza, a comic opera, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Pearl of Pekin</span>, featuring John C. Leach, said to portray the cleverest Chinese characterizations ever seen on stage.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0QuaCqOzssoY8-lMd5cDn0goNzxu8jrL_P6aux6OIFEoVDITGbBccm9DKXimGFmY_lpfzV2Gf2r7S5sN3HSnIDY3Qpe0Ba4QKxWGdPEQxMBSgBFQZUAv4kr0PcMAowRKizBHBCA/s1600/Alder+at+Park%252C+Portland+Oregon+circa+1911.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0QuaCqOzssoY8-lMd5cDn0goNzxu8jrL_P6aux6OIFEoVDITGbBccm9DKXimGFmY_lpfzV2Gf2r7S5sN3HSnIDY3Qpe0Ba4QKxWGdPEQxMBSgBFQZUAv4kr0PcMAowRKizBHBCA/s400/Alder+at+Park%252C+Portland+Oregon+circa+1911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616706154475848834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">A rare view of the Marquam building from the north, taken at Alder and Park, including the auditorium itself, by then known as the Orepheum. It is likely this is a picture of the funeral for Portland Fire Chief David Campell in 1911. The colonial style house at Alder and 7th is the old Marquam residence "the little New England cottage." torn down in 1912.</span></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">-Photo courtesy of Norm Gholston.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Afterword:</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Emma Juch retired from Opera in 1894. She died in New York City in 1939.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Billy Kersands, along with "the great Gauze" and Richards & Pringle's Georgia Minstrels next appeared in Portland at the Marquam Grand Opera House on April 30 1893, with a much expanded company that featured a band and orchestra. </span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />The troupes continued success would see them to travel in <span style="font-style: italic;">The Georgia</span>, their own private rail car, an accoutrement which was, in the words of Lucius Beebe, usually "...the hallmark of millionaires, and mostly rich millionaires at that."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Billy Kersands own view of the demeaning aspects of minstrelsy is perhaps captured in his quote: "Son, if they hate me, I'm still whipping them because I am making them laugh". He died in 1915.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A late edition of Richards and Pringle's Georgia Minstrels played Portland for the last time at the Oriental Theater on Grand Avenue on October 27 1933.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br />The Marquam Grand Opera House closed on April 1 1906 on the orders of Mayor Harry Lane's Executive Board for ignoring their fire safety recommendations pertaining to entertainment establishments.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">The final show featured George H. Primrose's Big Minstrels, lead by veteran white minstrel George Primrose who promised "...darkey life from long befo' the war to the present day". "Nothing but minstrelsy, no acrobats, or slap stick comedians -just minstrelsy pure and simple".<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The theater would reopen under numerous incarnations, often as a vaudeville house. It survived the collapse of the southeast side and demolition of the main portion of the Marquam building in 1912 and was torn down in 1922.</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmCwTPtDEan_3kZ6EhQa4oBkJeU05fhm2HwTagOagw9WFPpe4WnRRpipF8HQfceTmReJiaK_lnGggWwL8NXdwb2ZXX3X6e2eAuITFVlkAidQrjLE31plWKMbAyjh4wVI5PsopdzA/s1600/Marquam+building+post+collapse%252C+Portland+Oregon+1912..jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmCwTPtDEan_3kZ6EhQa4oBkJeU05fhm2HwTagOagw9WFPpe4WnRRpipF8HQfceTmReJiaK_lnGggWwL8NXdwb2ZXX3X6e2eAuITFVlkAidQrjLE31plWKMbAyjh4wVI5PsopdzA/s400/Marquam+building+post+collapse%252C+Portland+Oregon+1912..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616711885946914226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The south east side of the Marquam building after its collapse in 1912. The building would be demolished shortly thereafter.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">-Photo courtesy of Norm Gholston.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">A link to a very early post on Cafe Unknown about the <a href="http://www.cafeunknown.com/2006_10_01_archive.html">collapse of the Marquam Grand</a>. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cafe-Unknown-Portland-Oregon-history/197011673666911"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Cafe Unknown, Portland Oregon History on Facebook</span></span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Thanks to Norm Gholston for the use of his photographs, which to my shock included one of the Marquam under construction!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-20620203125019438472011-03-23T15:28:00.001-07:002011-03-24T08:47:14.963-07:00<div><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><strong><br /><br />The Guide</strong></span><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><em>"Nah, I don't think I've anything worth telling. Nah, nah. I don't want to be bothered. Here's a little book... Nah, I won't let you see it -I wouldn't let my own mother see it. It's a guide to the old bawdy houses in Portland, back in '94. Here, I'll read you some of it, if you must have it."</em></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >-William (Billy) Mayer to Sarah B. Wrenn. March 23 1939.<br /><br /><br />Sarah Wrenn was having trouble establishing a rapport with the proprietor of the cigar stand in the lobby of the Davis building. When they me the day before, Billy Mayer claimed to have stories from Portland's early days, which he had already shared with a famous author. His manor and dapper clothes suggested he had been somewhat of a man about town in his day and he seemed enthusiastic to talk. She made an appointment to return the next day for an interview. Now, as they stood in the dim, mahogany lined lobby, the frequent interruptions by his customers (they all bought cigars, not cigarettes, she noted) seemed to make him clam up.<br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVWHYPBrc2TSt70aRtddBnV3m2Ev059N5g4kU4B5fVPBKyein9bZpddGDfs39Y5ghjVtamcXiZmVV5D5X5TXZXJWRRJl8pInPUgER9SfzqIZsBAimw-ta-W-qoANsXwKdeo37Pg/s1600/Abington+Bldg+-+circa+1930+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587263599615359714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 316px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVWHYPBrc2TSt70aRtddBnV3m2Ev059N5g4kU4B5fVPBKyein9bZpddGDfs39Y5ghjVtamcXiZmVV5D5X5TXZXJWRRJl8pInPUgER9SfzqIZsBAimw-ta-W-qoANsXwKdeo37Pg/s400/Abington+Bldg+-+circa+1930+.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Davis building, where Sarah Wrenn interviewed Billy Mayer on March 23 1939 was on the east side of Third Avenue, between Washington and Stark. It was built in 1886 as the Abington building and once had a central tower that made it the tallest building in Portland until 1889. The building was demolished in 1967 to make the surface parking lot that still occupies the site.</span> -Photo courtesy of Doug Magedanz. </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">(click on pictures to expand)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Sarah Wrenn's job with the Federal Writer's Project for the Oregon Folklore Studies program made her used to conducting interviews. She decided to pull back a bit and soft peddle the questions. After awhile he reluctantly produced a small book: <span style="font-style: italic;">The Guide, a description of amusement resorts of Portland, Oregon and vicinity.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Mayer explained as he flicked through the pages:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"There was a back on it that had advertised the old White House, out on the Willamette River, where the fine homes of Riverdale are now. There was a little race track out there -a quarter mile track I think it was -and all the bloods with fast horses used to drive out there on what was called the Macadam Road. It was the only road of that kind in the country. That's how the street leading out that way got its name. It had verandas out over the river...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Here's an advertisement of the old restaurants in town, and there's advertisements of the theaters and pool rooms too. Those old restaurants, with their private booths and dining rooms, could some tall tales. There was the Louvre, and up on West Park there was the Richards Restaurant. That was a big place, with side entrances where they served fine food and wines and liquors if every sort. There was a dining room, of course, but likely most of the paying business was in the private, small dining rooms leading off from the narrow corridors.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Ms7eMB6YTJSxucJOq5vq9pjvIVo8q57P1OyxNPLSEPKKpYmXtIWbVXQYe9SWhC3pYV-RS1i0qncTPUe33RnIl_lLvV3iiKt5gH5BcF9xAWrq5DnEda7qycEoxmG54Q2SyMEc0w/s1600/The+Louvre%252C+4th+Street%252C+Portland+Oregon+circa+1892.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587269167052339714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 321px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Ms7eMB6YTJSxucJOq5vq9pjvIVo8q57P1OyxNPLSEPKKpYmXtIWbVXQYe9SWhC3pYV-RS1i0qncTPUe33RnIl_lLvV3iiKt5gH5BcF9xAWrq5DnEda7qycEoxmG54Q2SyMEc0w/s400/The+Louvre%252C+4th+Street%252C+Portland+Oregon+circa+1892.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Mayor Harry Lane, afterwords U.S. Senator, was responsible for closing up the Richards place. He had it raided and closed. Seems some of his women relatives, or one of them at least, frequented it. There was quite a scandal at the time. Nah, I don't remember the details. Anyway, Lane closed up Richards, and shortly after all the other places with booths was closed up.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">"</span></span></p><p><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"Ah here, you might as well take the book and copy the stuff. I haven't got time to read it all..."</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">-William (Billy) Mayer to Sarah B. Wrenn. March 23 1939.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Sarah Wrenn took the small book and hand copied the contents. The next day she submitted a typed transcript of the interview and the book's contents to the Federal Writers Project.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNcQC3rNlaUdsJFwFWYXBb6jmzP8NLBcrSZTZJJhKjNdmN3ALZBvVU_GYA7QGopx21mhyphenhyphen2Z_zZj319n1jwjVvc9R2Hk0F5y1_MyyumpUI6vjH7lPdeoikERYwcQsVhcxb1lcvww/s1600/30011201.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587272819333580882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 324px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNcQC3rNlaUdsJFwFWYXBb6jmzP8NLBcrSZTZJJhKjNdmN3ALZBvVU_GYA7QGopx21mhyphenhyphen2Z_zZj319n1jwjVvc9R2Hk0F5y1_MyyumpUI6vjH7lPdeoikERYwcQsVhcxb1lcvww/s400/30011201.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">What follows is The Guide, as transcribed by Sarah Wrenn, with my annotations. It sheds some light on Portland's notorious "North End" with its human trafficking on an almost inconceivable scale, and a forgotten district of "amusement resorts" to the south of Burnside, whose madams were celebrated in poetic verse.</span></span></p><br /><p><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">(1)</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >September 1894</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">THE GUIDE</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">A description of amusement resorts of Portland, Oregon and vicinity</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >(2)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Preface</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">This is a guide without avarice tainted<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">A "tip", as it were, before you're acquainted.<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">And now, my good friends, you've had my excuse;</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />I could have said more, but what is the use?</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This thing I've "writ" and its dedicated</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />To strangers and those who're uninitiated</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >(3)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">A FAST LOCALITY</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">In Portland is a notorious locality, known by the name of the "White Chapel District." It is the home of the most abandoned members of the demimonde, and on a small scale resembles the famous section of London, after which it is named. Within its boundaries are several hundred women, most of whom live in small one story houses or cribs. The inmates of these cribs represent every nationality, with French predominating. </span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">On Lower Second Street can be seen Japanese and African women.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >The district lies north of Ankeny street, and owing to the surveillance of Portland's admirable police department, is perfectly safe for the stranger to visit, provided he does not got too familiar with the occupants of the "cribs."</span></p><br /><p><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The "North End", defined in an 1915 Oregonian article as "about 4th Street, 3rd Street and Burnside, Couch, Davis and Everett streets" was regularly described by drawing comparisons with like districts elsewhere: "White Chapel," "Barbary Coast," "the Bowery," "the Bad Lands" and "the Tenderloin" were all terms used by the press in reference to the area.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Newspaper accounts place its origin to around 1889, after the area had been abandoned as a residential district. Prior to that, from the time following the Great Fire of 1873, the "Tenderloin of Portland" was on the "north side of Yamhill street and the east side of Third and scattered about a general district converging on Third and Taylor" (Oregonian, December 15 1915). Political pressure from the First Methodist Church, that was surrounded by it, caused prostitution activities to move to the North End, in "frame shacks built specifically for that purpose." </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The Guide then shifts to describe activities in another area, bounded roughly by Ankeny, Fifth, Morrison and Park; a residential neighborhood under pressure by the expansion of the downtown commercial district, where madams catered to a more genteel clientele. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihFh9dGk6K7aNvAgt6YZEHdBzx2n9oh5OoLPHtCMA_HyreK4vEbsmobpOWxb5CvwtdNaBdG_8eScg2J4mkdtX9yeuQJe2FLwVfJSGlXUU48pSHSAg7pfYjrRMpD40gSVGN6MoXA/s1600/6th+and+5th+along+Stark%252C+Portland+Oregon+circa+1893..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587306859844254402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 185px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihFh9dGk6K7aNvAgt6YZEHdBzx2n9oh5OoLPHtCMA_HyreK4vEbsmobpOWxb5CvwtdNaBdG_8eScg2J4mkdtX9yeuQJe2FLwVfJSGlXUU48pSHSAg7pfYjrRMpD40gSVGN6MoXA/s400/6th+and+5th+along+Stark%252C+Portland+Oregon+circa+1893..jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Four brothels are visible in this picture, a portion of a panoramic photograph taken, circa 1893, from the tower of the Oregonian building at 6th and Alder. The original Trinity Church as well as the </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.cafeunknown.com/2010/11/cyclorama-it-appears-on-peripheral-in.html">Cyclorama</a><span style="font-family:arial;"> building (near the right corner) can also be seen.</span></span></p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"Here are the verses -Sam Simpson, the old poet of Oregon is said to have written them. I don't know. But they advertised the "madams." Yes, they were all called "madam" then. I don't know why they all have "Miss" in front of their names here."</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">-William (Billy) Mayer to Sarah B. Wrenn, March 23 1939.</span></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">(4)<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">MISS MINNIE REYNOLDS<br /><br />89 Fifth Street<br /><br />In handsome parlors, skilled to please,<br />Fair Minnie waits in silken ease,<br />And at each guest's desire supplies<br />Dear pleasures, hid from prying eyes.<br />With such a haven ever nigh<br />Who could pass her parlors by? </span></span></span></span></p><br /><p><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK_tGmOjjn78PbpaMu82AU8LVEFCy8E3XhBsVooBDpCXjDTlGaulyJAJT4Nw9tPRY-Av-5TJX0_xFuAXTaDmSwD7z1oYDrnfOLShKIPPOsozcaOUxjMtQKOx0ndcK4hRwf2Sf_3Q/s1600/5+th+and+Stark%252C+Portland+Oregon+1890s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587310543404643778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 261px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK_tGmOjjn78PbpaMu82AU8LVEFCy8E3XhBsVooBDpCXjDTlGaulyJAJT4Nw9tPRY-Av-5TJX0_xFuAXTaDmSwD7z1oYDrnfOLShKIPPOsozcaOUxjMtQKOx0ndcK4hRwf2Sf_3Q/s400/5+th+and+Stark%252C+Portland+Oregon+1890s.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />The two story white frame house near center is at 89 5th street (old numbering system), the home of Minnie Reynold's establishment. Below: the site today, (near the doorway of the Oregon Trail building).</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZC_SOVyaXYkiL09mD7VW4yfxtIj1A2OyswUu0bngKg70MMehv2-7pc3RYlfufGEh2BLvoPC12kzEsNosHgaMqZCjnvn1M3m80q4c-5E3gh9etGyl3S-eNyv7-7g1_8dS4z0xyjw/s1600/Site+of+89+5th+stret+%2528old+numbering+system%2529+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587311321246223602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 202px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZC_SOVyaXYkiL09mD7VW4yfxtIj1A2OyswUu0bngKg70MMehv2-7pc3RYlfufGEh2BLvoPC12kzEsNosHgaMqZCjnvn1M3m80q4c-5E3gh9etGyl3S-eNyv7-7g1_8dS4z0xyjw/s320/Site+of+89+5th+stret+%2528old+numbering+system%2529+Portland+Oregon..jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" > </span></p><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Minnie Reynolds appeared in Portland City directories as Miss Minnie Reynolds at the same address until 1902.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">MISS FANSHAW</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">151 Seventh Street</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Lets live while we live;</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">We'll be dead a long while,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">And tho Fortune may frown,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Fair Miss Fanshaw will smile,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">If a kiss will not sooth you, </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">She has pleasures that will;</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">The chalice of passion overflowingly fill, </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">And your troubles and cares,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">You will lightly ignore</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >When love's rich libation</span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >This Charmer will pour</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Madam Fanshaw and her girls were extremely polite, but you didn't sit around there a great while without spending substantial sums of money. It was no place for the loggers, the miners and the fishermen."</span><br />-Stewart Holbrook in the Oregonian, August 9 1936.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Lida Fanshaw operated her establishment, across 7th from the opulent </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.cafeunknown.com/2006_10_01_archive.html">Marquam Grand</a><span style="font-family:arial;"> theater until around 1900. Donald R. Nelson's </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.portlandtribune.com/features/story.php?story_id=6472">piece </a><span style="font-family:arial;">in the September 28 2001 Portland Tribune tells what is known of her story.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_5KTFF5V21WkjrqZOwDLjZLdTE6m87vNWc14fC6BIO2F79sUO43g_nQAcJT_ZNGMvtMR6y7f8tNqlo-pcxdjqvuB8V2N3mZIGb7mb3yBQWndGhreUyh42R5GgWcBuweGiZCxpg/s1600/Site+of+151+7th+Street+%2528old+numbering+system%2529+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587316801341348050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 225px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_5KTFF5V21WkjrqZOwDLjZLdTE6m87vNWc14fC6BIO2F79sUO43g_nQAcJT_ZNGMvtMR6y7f8tNqlo-pcxdjqvuB8V2N3mZIGb7mb3yBQWndGhreUyh42R5GgWcBuweGiZCxpg/s320/Site+of+151+7th+Street+%2528old+numbering+system%2529+Portland+Oregon..jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The Broadway building is on the site of Lida Fanshaw's establishment at 171 7th (Broadway).</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">(5)<br /><br /><br />MISS MABEL MONTAGUE<br /><br />94 Fifth Street Cor. Stark<br /><br />Here is a mansion, of which is related<br />That on all this Coast it is not duplicated.<br />Its well-furnished parlors the fashionable seek,<br />For comfort is here, joined to the unique,<br />And the girls who respond to the visitors call,<br />Are the pride of Miss Mabel, and the pride of her hall.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiua3eplefhcIncmJOHfGsZZPwAteiI3NsrlkRPd1dW1a6OyBQtiP9UsrDKMHsp562yNGHo8qND5GdXOvX5QmP4YO6JXXuaCHyivat-ksEKfZLSYdl3PeAuneOMVvPq4zOv4YWLA/s1600/5+th+and+Stark%252C+Portland+Oregon+1890s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiua3eplefhcIncmJOHfGsZZPwAteiI3NsrlkRPd1dW1a6OyBQtiP9UsrDKMHsp562yNGHo8qND5GdXOvX5QmP4YO6JXXuaCHyivat-ksEKfZLSYdl3PeAuneOMVvPq4zOv4YWLA/s400/5+th+and+Stark%252C+Portland+Oregon+1890s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587480194356457202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">94 5th Street (the Italianate house on the corner). The large commercial building at the end of the block is a harbinger of things to come, built on the site where the original Temple Beth Israel stood until 1888. Below; food carts on the site of Mabel Montague's house. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitE8Fi4pB8FkusVef-cDA-590xOXWMNpQL3aqBnG43jpHleVr0umYn8Gb8xItPaqtKayikg5RX0j-w-HIUthZfQA14PdT1OqEqB1qlD4jv0GmzfBMGKusP0QoEUh1Bko0fLG8TFw/s1600/Site+of+94+5th+Street%252C+corner+Stark+%2528old+numbering+system%2529+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587319849905147266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitE8Fi4pB8FkusVef-cDA-590xOXWMNpQL3aqBnG43jpHleVr0umYn8Gb8xItPaqtKayikg5RX0j-w-HIUthZfQA14PdT1OqEqB1qlD4jv0GmzfBMGKusP0QoEUh1Bko0fLG8TFw/s320/Site+of+94+5th+Street%252C+corner+Stark+%2528old+numbering+system%2529+Portland+Oregon..jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">MISS DELLA BURIS</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><br />150 East Park, between Alder and Morrison</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Here is a lady of such ways all admire</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >She no flattery from the best does require</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Modest as a maiden, youthful,</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Good-natured as she is truthful,</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Della Buris has a name</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">All might enjoy, none can blame</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br />"Della Buris' place was no joint. It was patronized largely by men who have since made their mark in the city's professional and business life." </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">-Stewart Holbrook in the Oregonian, August 2 1936.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT4AsIC8wJwM4aFZHWVHTxY143-v-3CCsP4rEKYH_IIYcDBuzXG1GMsrGH44K5T5gXDdrOAjFGlr-ZY1zeCti0RZNzov97PgMcV8jfGAPWQOaKKwtUitQNrgFjH0OltlJR7W4vDg/s1600/Flood+scene+at+Ankeny+%2526+Park.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587393517604772466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 174px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT4AsIC8wJwM4aFZHWVHTxY143-v-3CCsP4rEKYH_IIYcDBuzXG1GMsrGH44K5T5gXDdrOAjFGlr-ZY1zeCti0RZNzov97PgMcV8jfGAPWQOaKKwtUitQNrgFjH0OltlJR7W4vDg/s320/Flood+scene+at+Ankeny+%2526+Park.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Ankeny at Park during of June 1894, three and a half blocks north of the house of Della Buris and two months before the publication of The Guide. </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">-City of Portland Archives.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZHy0cJd9aJU4Np2h6f6STwFq1QPpM3XKEH3AI_RSwexAFGCI__9GGGJ8YHAoP2PWiNC8sy0-bZYfXgM-jN-MpMdQydbbG87bibfXTYR2gN-gi0UROTH5WVxL7PEvhkvTJXGXhIA/s1600/Site+of+150+East+Park+%2528old+numbering+system%2529+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587391964504064210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZHy0cJd9aJU4Np2h6f6STwFq1QPpM3XKEH3AI_RSwexAFGCI__9GGGJ8YHAoP2PWiNC8sy0-bZYfXgM-jN-MpMdQydbbG87bibfXTYR2gN-gi0UROTH5WVxL7PEvhkvTJXGXhIA/s320/Site+of+150+East+Park+%2528old+numbering+system%2529+Portland+Oregon..jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The site of 94 East Park. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">MISS DORA CLARK</span></p><br /><br /><p style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">MISS MAUDE MORRISON</span></p><br /><p style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">95 Sixth Street, Cor. Stark</span></p><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >No man in this City who is known as a sport</span> <span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><br />But will tell you he's seen and enjoyed this resort</span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >It's a house full of beauties, whose rooms dazzling bright</span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Shimmer and glimmer with mirth and delight<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWAU26mVnY6-iG0D7eIRKFZ2wKoZ7Kx8BlGrahJZPTqkoiANy782i-_kMgRWZXan1VDB9Z-bFYo45kJ1GPtoN_9mDFKtcxtdY6rtZO6HrIBrX968Q491pIfmV7Wnlim-7p9OhOA/s1600/6th+and+Stark%252C+Portland+Oregon+circa+1893..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587396867002316802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 351px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWAU26mVnY6-iG0D7eIRKFZ2wKoZ7Kx8BlGrahJZPTqkoiANy782i-_kMgRWZXan1VDB9Z-bFYo45kJ1GPtoN_9mDFKtcxtdY6rtZO6HrIBrX968Q491pIfmV7Wnlim-7p9OhOA/s400/6th+and+Stark%252C+Portland+Oregon+circa+1893..jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The roof of 95 6th street is visible at the left corner, partially obscured by the flat roofed building across Stark from it. The original Trinity Church, beloved by the Portland establishment, is a block south. Below: the site of 95 6th street today.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0aOoIiEMNDvG1xO_m7kgQ9pkHztltZD2k8owrGsFM7mcI_Df1cRDaxBJ3t7clBA7E1zLsWrzdcLknKQc6bh9vErq9Z4tUmXtv1QDwcm2XLhSbOx6iOJwOiuvdc_BWKoB-oWsRQ/s1600/Site+of+95+6th+%2528old+numbering+system%2529+corner+Stark.++Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587398186868315106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0aOoIiEMNDvG1xO_m7kgQ9pkHztltZD2k8owrGsFM7mcI_Df1cRDaxBJ3t7clBA7E1zLsWrzdcLknKQc6bh9vErq9Z4tUmXtv1QDwcm2XLhSbOx6iOJwOiuvdc_BWKoB-oWsRQ/s320/Site+of+95+6th+%2528old+numbering+system%2529+corner+Stark.++Portland+Oregon..jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">MISS IDA AURLINGTON</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >No. 90 Fifth Street</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >To reign is beauty's queenly right,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">And he is but a shabby knight</span></span>,<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Who is not charmed, aye wholly won</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">by lovely Ida Aurlington,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Whose grace of manner and of form</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Takes every manly heart by storm.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDuDaA48-ltiiIm17Q16D9yHD6twgZYmsjatjWs5UwKZGoQFF97LFQD6zG1xpT9tlByzphoCtYzL77aF2-Rv5zMz24lZnnVSFTCjLgs4MSKjUthKwgjO6OFhAfHa72Rhg-S330A/s1600/5+th+and+Stark%252C+Portland+Oregon+1890s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDuDaA48-ltiiIm17Q16D9yHD6twgZYmsjatjWs5UwKZGoQFF97LFQD6zG1xpT9tlByzphoCtYzL77aF2-Rv5zMz24lZnnVSFTCjLgs4MSKjUthKwgjO6OFhAfHa72Rhg-S330A/s320/5+th+and+Stark%252C+Portland+Oregon+1890s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587452176179982498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Ida Aurlington's house was directly across 5th from Minnie Reynolds, between the large commercial building and Mabel Montague's house on the corner. Below, the site today.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5x2b9FFEjHYwxRvsP_QbqWSgLZDC6mxpxubWdxJ6re6et-YnZD5Pqi3VmhKkCH5IiT6ybgK5xlGrKnE5CWfpASJX6yG1DrpvzMFTsh0uGLMLLzzl6uqIRy9QPTyFUVP3Z4v2nw/s1600/Site+of+90+5th+street+%2528old+numbering+system%2529+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5x2b9FFEjHYwxRvsP_QbqWSgLZDC6mxpxubWdxJ6re6et-YnZD5Pqi3VmhKkCH5IiT6ybgK5xlGrKnE5CWfpASJX6yG1DrpvzMFTsh0uGLMLLzzl6uqIRy9QPTyFUVP3Z4v2nw/s320/Site+of+90+5th+street+%2528old+numbering+system%2529+Portland+Oregon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587453051382328050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /><br /><br />(6)</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">MADAM FLORA</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">(likely Flora Hoyt)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">130 Fifth Street</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">The gay rose gardens are </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >(illegible)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">But blooming Flora is still here</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">To make us quite forget the rose</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Has sighed her gentle adios</span></span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhoynpJzhcXdgX3pLRyghvjSJ4DySaniBJj8jU04t5nyrerB7rXURfXakrAACJQZlF0p9DJDmp6kMqMsZ9mKR6SKnmAm_V-0a3pdlun2aKrIPcKEnESH9qziLNOMg47JLmqO6Zw/s1600/4th%252C+Between+Alder+and+Wasington..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhoynpJzhcXdgX3pLRyghvjSJ4DySaniBJj8jU04t5nyrerB7rXURfXakrAACJQZlF0p9DJDmp6kMqMsZ9mKR6SKnmAm_V-0a3pdlun2aKrIPcKEnESH9qziLNOMg47JLmqO6Zw/s400/4th%252C+Between+Alder+and+Wasington..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587454685722213730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />The peaked roof of Madam Flora's appears beside the flat roof on the right side of the picture. A block east, the low slung building with awnings is the Louvre Restaurant, between the elaborate </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.cafeunknown.com/2009/09/peripheral-explorations-it-shows-up-in_21.html">Washington Block</a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > and the four story Holton House building, where the Louvre eventually moved to. Below, the site of 130 5th.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypmAiP7lHl0Itgq4L1NdS8vP1KmRkrWvlqdm4bY1wHoTJiZmIe12uAEnk-oA1-IUGxhwW8bp8T8FcOhBbq2sZ7dYPM-kWvgt-VjwtRGlKw1Y2B7LuZeIWzP67mRBu1wseBSBnqQ/s1600/Site+of+130+5th+Street+%2528old+numbering+system%2529+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypmAiP7lHl0Itgq4L1NdS8vP1KmRkrWvlqdm4bY1wHoTJiZmIe12uAEnk-oA1-IUGxhwW8bp8T8FcOhBbq2sZ7dYPM-kWvgt-VjwtRGlKw1Y2B7LuZeIWzP67mRBu1wseBSBnqQ/s400/Site+of+130+5th+Street+%2528old+numbering+system%2529+Portland+Oregon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587456476137382466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">DORA LYNN</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">If you're out for a lark, or that is your passion,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Just call on this house, so lately in fashion.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">With its fairy like nymphs and Dora Lynn its queen,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Where privacy, rest, and all is serene.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">There are a great many Doras, but I write this one down</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">As the best one that ever has lived in this town.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">(End)</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In his 1936 Oregonian series on Portland's moral crusades, Stewart Holbrook states the "parlor house" operators were raided by police in an 1895 campaign that resulted in no convictions, but the long term affect of which was to consolidate prostitution activities to the North End by 1906.<br /><br /><br /><br />Sarah B. Wrenn first appeared in the 1905 city directory as a stenographer for the Oregon Railway & Navigation Company. She likely married a Bert Ramsey in 1910, a union that ended within two years. From 1912 on, she would appear sporadically in city directories, sometimes with long gaps in between. In 1939 she lived in the Elk's building on SW 15th.<br /><br />Most of the work of the WPA <a href="http://www.oregonencyclopedia.org/entry/view/federal_writers_project_in_oregon/">Federal Writers Project in Oregon</a> was published anonymously. The recently digitized <a href="http://memory.loc.gov/wpaintro/wpahome.html">American Life Histories: Manuscripts from the Federal Writers Project, 1936-1937</a> , that this piece draws upon shows Sarah Wrenn's keen eye for detail, both in the description of the interviewee and surroundings. She would use earlier interviews to build upon her questions. Two months after Billy Mayer mentioned the White House, she brought it up to another subject, who added that there was a second, less elaborate resort known as the Red House on the Macadam Road, and the road once had a toll gate.<br /><br />In the early 1950s Sarah Wrenn worked for the Portland Chamber of Commerce. She last appears in the 1960 directory.<br /><br />It is unlikely that a copy of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Guide</span> exists outside of her transcription.<br /><br />William (Billy) Mayer first appears in Portland directories in 1905 as a clerk at a boarding house (there are numerous prior entries but it is impossible to ascertain which one is him). In 1909 he ran a billiards hall at 390 East Morrison, that moved to 113 4th in 1911. It moved once again to 133 1/2 in the Couch building in 1917. He closed the pool hall in 1936 but continued to sell cigars in the Couch building's lobby. He moved to the Davis building in 1939. In 1944 he was managing the lunch counter at the Miami Club at 610 SW 4th. His last appearance in the city directories is in 1950, with his wife Ina, whom he married in 1918.<br /><br />Stewart Holbrook (1893-1964). Billy Mayer claimed to have shared his stories with a "famous author." Stewart Holbrook, a raconteur who rigorously combed Portland's streets for anecdote, is a likely suspect. If so, Billy Mayer could have been a source for Holbrook in his Oregonian columns and works such as <span style="font-style: italic;">The Portland Story</span> (1950).<br /></span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Samuel L. Simpson (1845-1899). Did Oregon's first Poet Laureate, author of <span style="font-style: italic;">Beautiful Willamette</span>, write the verses in <span style="font-style: italic;">The Guide</span> as mentioned by Billy Mayer? In <span style="font-style: italic;">Oregon Literature</span> (1899) John B. Horner refers to the troubled Simpson, born of a prominent family and beset by alcohol problems, as "the Edgar Allen Poe of Oregon." A denizen of journalism's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grub_Street">Grub Street</a>, familiar with all strata of Portland society, the verses in <span style="font-style: italic;">The Guide</span> could have been just another job to make ends meet.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi28ED1e0jfpn3gkUIbiKnX3L_7DRWOU5BrbzoTV4l9wfQe9cDl2TJoFThmyPOKXVTH-s9LdSHxh983wy9tf89lGH-q3clB0wbmMnjX1TgLhtpsJYZas3uzhAehyzdIi7iicxbU-w/s1600/The+Louvre+Nude.++Jake%2527s+Crawfish+bar%252C+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi28ED1e0jfpn3gkUIbiKnX3L_7DRWOU5BrbzoTV4l9wfQe9cDl2TJoFThmyPOKXVTH-s9LdSHxh983wy9tf89lGH-q3clB0wbmMnjX1TgLhtpsJYZas3uzhAehyzdIi7iicxbU-w/s400/The+Louvre+Nude.++Jake%2527s+Crawfish+bar%252C+Portland+Oregon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587475917712853298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">"The Louvre Nude" once hung in the Louvre Restaurant on 4th Street, an advertiser in </span><span style="font-family:arial;">The Guide.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> After the restaurant closed the painting disappeared. Years later it emerged from the closet of a prominent Portland woman whose husband had acquired it from Louvre owner Theodore Kruse, in payment for a cigar bill. Walter Holman, the owner of <a href="http://www.mccormickandschmicks.com/locations/portland-oregon/portland-oregon/sw12thave.aspx">Jake's Famous Crawfish</a>, bought it in the early 1960s. Initially covered by a red and white tablecloth, the painting was finally unveiled at Jake's on April 27 1962. It hangs above the bar there to this day.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Thanks to Doug Magedanz for the use of the picture of the Abington / Davis building and Mark Barthemer for tipping me off to the "Louvre Nude"!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Now on Facebook</span></span></span>!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFFjE5Y90U2cJc1LXWEyQqLX0-ViQyytaGSzIo3vzxPL6mJIL3pYMUnhhvllWcbEa-SlkRQ7z6X0H-6kWd9DG6Yqy9RX2QTQACrrpueAX3cdspwDUdQDsbkeHGZOdBekYKRSNUbw/s1600/Third+and+Yamhill+looking+west.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFFjE5Y90U2cJc1LXWEyQqLX0-ViQyytaGSzIo3vzxPL6mJIL3pYMUnhhvllWcbEa-SlkRQ7z6X0H-6kWd9DG6Yqy9RX2QTQACrrpueAX3cdspwDUdQDsbkeHGZOdBekYKRSNUbw/s400/Third+and+Yamhill+looking+west.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587495359306759090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >One of my frustrations (along with not having enough time in the day) is that there is no good way to mix updates, short pieces and arcane facts with the posts on this page. So now, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cafe-Unknown-Portland-Oregon-history/197011673666911#%21/pages/Cafe-Unknown-Portland-Oregon-history/197011673666911?v=wall">Cafe Unknown has a facebook page</a> where I can post finds, like this wonderful stereoview of the the Great Light Way that I purchased on ebay. I can also give a heads up when a new post is finished. Talk Portland History, badger me to get back to work if I take to long between posts, post early and post often... Enjoy!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-15092541436598204292011-03-06T09:33:00.000-08:002011-03-07T05:47:27.165-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><br />Restoration</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Portland had been incorporated for two years in 1853 when W.S. Ladd commissioned Absalom Hallock to design a brick building on Front street, between Washington and Stark. The use of brick added a sense of permanence to the cluster of white-washed wooden, frame and false-fronted buildings rising between the river and the towering fir trees. It was a vote of confidence for Portland's long term prospects.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Absalom Hallock arrived two years earlier. He went into business as an architect, the city's first, on July 21 1851. A year after the Ladd commission he began to incorporate cast-iron into the buildings he designed, which encouraged a modular construction of repetitive elements and tall entryways and windows to let in light. At the same time Hallock became the Portland representative of the Phoenix Iron Works of San Francisco.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">His own building, in partnership with contractor William McMillan, was constructed on the northwest corner of Front and Oak in 1857.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_b3wWhA3neeKbmEJNB7Fiv2WlbLUn3wTVpqugDRXuoR1Rh550_LNNL5ZhfsXPqxpI_TfRRBnkrd0-gqyZyaW55x4ymyHSX7YQDDZlMnYBWF33vYHXBd4EFi6hns2_DfDts2Lyw/s1600/1oak.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_b3wWhA3neeKbmEJNB7Fiv2WlbLUn3wTVpqugDRXuoR1Rh550_LNNL5ZhfsXPqxpI_TfRRBnkrd0-gqyZyaW55x4ymyHSX7YQDDZlMnYBWF33vYHXBd4EFi6hns2_DfDts2Lyw/s400/1oak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580582788966825218" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">The Hallock and McMillan building was typical of the eighteen brick structures built or retrofitted with cast-iron that Absalom Hallock designed in Portland prior to the Civil War. Its fabricated columns and arches allowed a light filled work space</span>. (click on images to expand..)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhl140O4geQbKr2_lYq0axmNnVJI1PMU8apbnB-8urBdzAA_fQpjekyPXcl40rn7pwkMwEymQjdE6FnEho7bDTqUlhhNPPx-wZCos1l0q6-dXM9gV9DrS86pt_h9R9EQfJCmVEA/s1600/oak_0002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBhl140O4geQbKr2_lYq0axmNnVJI1PMU8apbnB-8urBdzAA_fQpjekyPXcl40rn7pwkMwEymQjdE6FnEho7bDTqUlhhNPPx-wZCos1l0q6-dXM9gV9DrS86pt_h9R9EQfJCmVEA/s400/oak_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580584700122313858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Minor White photograph of the corner of Front and Oak, circa 1939, shortly before the remodel that would radically alter the Hallock and McMillan building. The neighboring Fechheimer building (1885, existent) is followed by the Snow building, likely designed by Hallock, torn down shortly after the photograph was taken. The last building on the block appears to be in the process of being demolished.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The Hallock and McMillan building is the oldest commercial structure in Portland. In its one hundred fifty four years, it has survived numerous floods and spared the reach of the Great Fire of 1872. The Harbor Drive freeway destroyed its grand descendants across Front Avenue and ramps off the Morrison Bridge, accompanied by surface parking lots, cut a wide swath through its neighbors to the south. Since the 1940s its historic significance has been obscured by a remodel that altered its east facade. This is about to change.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ1lHxDB4wvKxMuj74sIVQjHLZLNZcRREht0tRSd9sJozjC5b7zp0RX5D_eav4Yrc-Qlpt5YZKaFL7lbybzQ_kP_bMAqL9Rj8IRID4x_gmbMQwUCfVQfpCxF_gy455z_nEsJGXlw/s1600/Hallock+and+McMillan+building%252C+Portland+Oregon.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ1lHxDB4wvKxMuj74sIVQjHLZLNZcRREht0tRSd9sJozjC5b7zp0RX5D_eav4Yrc-Qlpt5YZKaFL7lbybzQ_kP_bMAqL9Rj8IRID4x_gmbMQwUCfVQfpCxF_gy455z_nEsJGXlw/s400/Hallock+and+McMillan+building%252C+Portland+Oregon.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580587270541136130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The Hallock and McMillan building has faced down floods, fire and freeway.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In December the Hallock and McMillan building was purchased by developer John Russell, with the goal of restoring it to its original appearance.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">With his company, Russell Development, John Russell is known for major projects in Portland, such as Pacwest Center and the renovation of the 200 Market Building, bestowed America's first LEED award for sustainability in the Existing Multi-Tenant category. Less known is his work on a smaller scale; a decades long restoration of a quarter block bounded by Front (Naito Parkway), Oak and First. It can be seen as a template for the revival of the Skidmore / Old Town National Historic District, which, he states, could be made the best place in Portland to live and work. It is a sentiment born of direct personal experience.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDm7UAexBw5n7ktkADiMdtKaKkVM7FLaVnGfKY5hNF96li8b-VhAT6Aoy6dnE1tw1_vYyOtJOTe4f6evXGiSBAq-hSvTfop6gBArev1SrX-Ld0sHtUtm7yAG2vC8bM_yXJp-JF_g/s1600/Dielschneider+Building%252C+Portland+Oregon.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDm7UAexBw5n7ktkADiMdtKaKkVM7FLaVnGfKY5hNF96li8b-VhAT6Aoy6dnE1tw1_vYyOtJOTe4f6evXGiSBAq-hSvTfop6gBArev1SrX-Ld0sHtUtm7yAG2vC8bM_yXJp-JF_g/s400/Dielschneider+Building%252C+Portland+Oregon.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580590062729543314" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The Delschneider building on Oak street (1859) is Portland's second oldest commercial structure. Its third floor was added in 1876. The Hallock and McMillan building neighbors it to the east.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The Delschneider building was "an empty pigeon roost" when John Russell purchased it in 1974. Inspired by the brick-built historic Beacon Hill neighborhood in Boston, where he lived while in grad school, he renovated the building for mixed use by adding an apartment space on the third floor. Upon completion, he and his family moved in. His children still count it as their favorite residence while growing up.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In 1980 he acquired the Fechheimer building (1885), an early preservation success in Portland that had been restored by Ralph Walstrom and Jeff Holbrook. At the same time he inquired into purchasing the Hallock and McMillan building, the start of what would play out to be a thirty year long series of conversations over dinner with its owner, Peter Corvallis.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1OC2850cW1n8bUIaxfkC-Gsg0mEG_A_ZIcAId7ukchPafNmUA3A7fnOYMFiFEFt5IpFcLS6Nfs-wr6HRRH15gmsevSKSqZJx-k6B44aX5aluUnZi645maPkmWRFS_hO2o4CvAg/s1600/Friemann+Building%252C+Portland+Oregon%252C+Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1OC2850cW1n8bUIaxfkC-Gsg0mEG_A_ZIcAId7ukchPafNmUA3A7fnOYMFiFEFt5IpFcLS6Nfs-wr6HRRH15gmsevSKSqZJx-k6B44aX5aluUnZi645maPkmWRFS_hO2o4CvAg/s400/Friemann+Building%252C+Portland+Oregon%252C+Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580592632205104578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The Freimann Building (Oak street facing segment) neighbors the Delshneider building to the west.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">His next acquisition ushered a historic reconstruction that could have positive potential implications for redevelopment in Skidmore / Old Town, an area that has been blighted for decades by acres of surface parking lots. </span> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH957qJWGOh-nI5ppYYaMLrpxYMd0wck-fkdvpVSP00NMxL9uYnZQfNP3qFSRBEReS74aJJAiLSQmYyxQhxR-agp7L0CV7iA70nTXyTL-lJYog8KlsfjhG0Gm79GrA-fRVGw9K3w/s1600/1+and+oak.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH957qJWGOh-nI5ppYYaMLrpxYMd0wck-fkdvpVSP00NMxL9uYnZQfNP3qFSRBEReS74aJJAiLSQmYyxQhxR-agp7L0CV7iA70nTXyTL-lJYog8KlsfjhG0Gm79GrA-fRVGw9K3w/s400/1+and+oak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580593865179762930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >First and Oak, prior to 2004. </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.portlandmaps.com/">-Portland Maps.</a></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The run down building, on the corner of First and Oak was purchased, in two segments in 1999 and 2004, to arrest the decay of property that neighbored the Delschneider building. Shortly thereafter, Portland historian Donald R. Nelson found a 19th century illustration of the corner. It was realized that, beneath layers of Roman brick and stucco, was entombed remnants of a 1880s building. Using the picture as a guide, Russell decided to return it to its original appearance.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In the course of restoration work, it became evident that little of the building's original material was in suitable condition to be reincorporated. This meant the project would go forward without incentives such as Federal Rehabilitation Tax Credits from the National Park Service or the Oregon Special Assessment program from the State Historic Preservation Office, eligibility of which is set by rules drawn from a distinctly western view of preservation that places a high value on original fabric. An eastern view, born of the use of less permanent materials, might place less; where a temple built of wood or bamboo can be seen as five hundred years old, with most of its components dating back only a quarter century, yet suffer no loss of authenticity.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXZEqJz8q7lg0yJI87I-bMRjN5FfRpaSgJ9UqzZqHdBMRsJBEr3z1A57iRBzGqGaqcRXnp-Qid1FHM6X7lwYn3Ow3-quMX2Pss3qAJl92XFH6pwMG5luxK1HmuXqk13qs8b5JRw/s1600/2011%252C+01+04+Portland+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXZEqJz8q7lg0yJI87I-bMRjN5FfRpaSgJ9UqzZqHdBMRsJBEr3z1A57iRBzGqGaqcRXnp-Qid1FHM6X7lwYn3Ow3-quMX2Pss3qAJl92XFH6pwMG5luxK1HmuXqk13qs8b5JRw/s400/2011%252C+01+04+Portland+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580597409034880530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Genuine upper-strata Rocky Butte basalt.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">New hand-made brick from South Carolina was used to duplicate the original. The damaged iron corner column, previously hidden, was removed, measured and reproduced. A lone surviving piece of stone work on the foundation level presented a singular problem. It came from the long defunct Rocky Butte quarry which provided rock for many local buildings such as the Hotel Portland. The basalt's light color placed it from the early years of the quarry's excavations; as depth increased the rock darkened. Incredibly, matching stone was found, available from the foundation of the Simon Benson house, made surplus after its move to Portland State University due to differences in site profile.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The building is a meticulous recreation of when Friemann's Restaurant and Cafe occupied the corner in 1889. It illustrates the potential of infill that is respectful to its surroundings, should the parking lots in the area be redeveloped.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3cToPWlmi5U8YPRTrjX7VhehP0vD6xat7Zij4jj75pIim65I2NpClN3nT8z2kU7Iy4eeUwHtFkirjYlGHx-Vv90jmi0EjnlIvnI3-XDKGgl17VcenTC6NjMMRE1LQZUgrc7NkA/s1600/Hallock+plan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3cToPWlmi5U8YPRTrjX7VhehP0vD6xat7Zij4jj75pIim65I2NpClN3nT8z2kU7Iy4eeUwHtFkirjYlGHx-Vv90jmi0EjnlIvnI3-XDKGgl17VcenTC6NjMMRE1LQZUgrc7NkA/s400/Hallock+plan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580610664175382866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The Hallock and McMillan restoration. -</span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://emerick-architects.com/">Emerick Architects.</a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">As in the case of his earlier earlier restorations, painstaking attention to historic detail is being applied to the Hallock and McMillan building. The assembled team for the project: Emerick Architects and Bremik Construction, in consultation with Jessica Engeman of Venerable Development and architect and historian Bill Hawkins, author of </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The Grand Era of Cast-Iron Architecture in Portland Oregon</span><span style="font-family:arial;">, have as their goal to returning it to its original nineteenth century appearance. Like prior restorations throughout Skidmore / Old Town, the missing cast-iron pieces will be fabricated in fiberglass or aluminum. Work on the project began immediately upon Russell assuming possession.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcLj-wG4Iqdc-LYZuy-77kzoJKIr3nDtlRIc6YlzvH4O4yHo3Ne6Av7oYeooLjyAkt2gNZURcucuKJBWK9wyLu7a2Oxv9N2xoBOPSvJOHRlL4t79sbfHO-cOiQ6-dytL4ZzxBjEQ/s1600/Fechheimer+Building%252C+Portland+Oregon.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcLj-wG4Iqdc-LYZuy-77kzoJKIr3nDtlRIc6YlzvH4O4yHo3Ne6Av7oYeooLjyAkt2gNZURcucuKJBWK9wyLu7a2Oxv9N2xoBOPSvJOHRlL4t79sbfHO-cOiQ6-dytL4ZzxBjEQ/s400/Fechheimer+Building%252C+Portland+Oregon.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580646115701795602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The Feccheimer and Hallock & McMillan buildings.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">John Russell's quartet of buildings, two of which were built before Oregon was a state, provide a tangible link to Portland's early past. Their incredible survival, against all odds, is rivaled only by the amount of care and effort spent on their restoration. With his patient pursuit of authenticity, he has shown how Skidmore / Old Town's potential can be drawn upon to revive an area that can indeed be made the best place in Portland to live and work. It a long term vision that would be familiar to W.S. Ladd and Absalom Hallock.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Sincere thanks to John Russell for sitting down with me. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Peggy Moretti of the <a href="http://www.historicpreservationleague.org/">Historic Preservation League of Oregon</a> and, as always, Bill Hawkins, a constant source of information and inspiration for this website.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mzO2JkbmlC3PDgWacYyvEGBwQ_e-tGFQNFxkxlvZfDlohjAEjcbTPtSes0Jtki1ol_rZwUXk4Vpse5yn0RSVXJsKd-CzIam4R6X2i79ZBkGdL7yjPUvgF84ZrQwpnQWpfnSooA/s1600/Hallock+%2526+McMillan+and+Fechheimer%252C+Oct+31+1953.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mzO2JkbmlC3PDgWacYyvEGBwQ_e-tGFQNFxkxlvZfDlohjAEjcbTPtSes0Jtki1ol_rZwUXk4Vpse5yn0RSVXJsKd-CzIam4R6X2i79ZBkGdL7yjPUvgF84ZrQwpnQWpfnSooA/s400/Hallock+%2526+McMillan+and+Fechheimer%252C+Oct+31+1953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581025948455594370" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The Hallock & McMillan and Fechheimer buildings. October 31 1953. Marion Dean Ross photograph. <a href="http://boundless.uoregon.edu/digcol/archpnw/index.php">University of Oregon Libraries, digital collections.</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Vsx19J0WHaArxB4_H90RRptdf2rJShcDG7HqE_069X7Vnytignur4jGeHneJxcvu4Y7432tMRyL2hqAljOXOofpe8aC-vlxNBYJ7rV8856aymhMsGUAS3mQrste9vUMHR6RBgg/s1600/8071.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Vsx19J0WHaArxB4_H90RRptdf2rJShcDG7HqE_069X7Vnytignur4jGeHneJxcvu4Y7432tMRyL2hqAljOXOofpe8aC-vlxNBYJ7rV8856aymhMsGUAS3mQrste9vUMHR6RBgg/s400/8071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581027504328359170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The Delschneider building, before the purchase and renovation by John Russell that restored to it the missing cornice. Also visible is the rear segment of the building on First and Oak (Freimann building) prior to its being stuccoed (the First Avenue facing segment was covered up in Roman brick). -Marion Dean Ross photograph. <a href="http://boundless.uoregon.edu/digcol/archpnw/index.php">University of Oregon Libraries, digital collections.</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCx8rw30xEKjEI6yZui5BaIjsGQbZmg6s2GslJU3vY6DARIeexpfPkoG2XYX1WnxVSr93g0I7F8z2gUmEbxNeACr9UFHAHG00j67uh_2M6-G0Y5zd-X7NxW-AI3ChBq_QZIogGcA/s1600/1858.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCx8rw30xEKjEI6yZui5BaIjsGQbZmg6s2GslJU3vY6DARIeexpfPkoG2XYX1WnxVSr93g0I7F8z2gUmEbxNeACr9UFHAHG00j67uh_2M6-G0Y5zd-X7NxW-AI3ChBq_QZIogGcA/s400/1858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581029679684463714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Portland's notable buildings, 1858, just five years after Absalom Hallock designed the first brick building in the city for W.S. Ladd. The Hallock & McMillan building is at the top, center.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-89752735291072302082011-01-28T14:06:00.000-08:002011-01-30T21:24:30.749-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><br />Alder Street Station</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQsplxgJ61of4Yqua3Avzfw0L052DJEUfoJqwsA1MsuWM22rGaLd8ireaZt87H0O0s4BgomHtdvleO1avhEJ6JhTpYWSFciVYFPTlB2JzDYezvrTR24Jzd5gaOE40M-8Jv8Eyig/s1600/Alder+Street+Station%252C+proposed.++Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQsplxgJ61of4Yqua3Avzfw0L052DJEUfoJqwsA1MsuWM22rGaLd8ireaZt87H0O0s4BgomHtdvleO1avhEJ6JhTpYWSFciVYFPTlB2JzDYezvrTR24Jzd5gaOE40M-8Jv8Eyig/s400/Alder+Street+Station%252C+proposed.++Portland+Oregon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567361964597019090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">"For all sad words of tongue or pen / The saddest are these: It might have been!" </span>-John Greenleaf Whittier</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Less prosaic, but more tantalizing: It almost was.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibS4_sOKOGF7Z-DO88rfKYPjOT9jUtYdtYNpSawIwkEmf95_lNCe2jfOpumtWtixii7ig6GrL-qCjH7EJegocxWzvz-2LGToLD6R1MbXMSZWOA-IyOJf9d4-XH7GQqZQDR_ICt5w/s1600/Tom+McColl+Waterfront+Park.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibS4_sOKOGF7Z-DO88rfKYPjOT9jUtYdtYNpSawIwkEmf95_lNCe2jfOpumtWtixii7ig6GrL-qCjH7EJegocxWzvz-2LGToLD6R1MbXMSZWOA-IyOJf9d4-XH7GQqZQDR_ICt5w/s400/Tom+McColl+Waterfront+Park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567362975229250706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In the long run, Ben Holladay was right; grass would grow on Front street. At the time of his infamous quip, delivered as he touted his plans for East Portland, it seemed unlikely. Lined by grand iron fronted merchant houses, such as Starr, Allan and Lewis and most importantly, the Oregon Steam Navigation Company, Front street drew commerce directly from the river and pushed it into the heart of the city. Its enterprises were at the root of the Portland establishment's fortunes.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOYKSSSyWbbeG81YD7G9RDEE5wsJxUovKnGsQ8MLGG4SYNXcADlwlNP5TKRvtdq214-_1q6NnEyDULoAn7qtHbSLUiIs6DUBvEa2bNmEqw5NliYZEgwAHxgGbM4kjIad5n-8cOTw/s1600/Front.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOYKSSSyWbbeG81YD7G9RDEE5wsJxUovKnGsQ8MLGG4SYNXcADlwlNP5TKRvtdq214-_1q6NnEyDULoAn7qtHbSLUiIs6DUBvEa2bNmEqw5NliYZEgwAHxgGbM4kjIad5n-8cOTw/s400/Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567364808699194418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In the century that followed, Front would morph from street, to avenue, to parkway and witness the rise and fall of the Harbor Drive freeway and the birth of Tom McCall Waterfront Park. Prior to both, a very different waterfront nearly came into being.</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjks52bdgV7zAK6Mv7N-ktUVmjsAvyl5T5nic1eYcMXvcEwwe3e1AA19kR6EbvbKwZxtqAsOPiBXYwglLzZZYN-80F9CdiSN-Tz2LlPt8XZV94bUs7Pzp5MHXVHbLqMMQwzOISAPg/s1600/Washington+Street%252C+waterfront+Portland+Oregon+mid+1920s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjks52bdgV7zAK6Mv7N-ktUVmjsAvyl5T5nic1eYcMXvcEwwe3e1AA19kR6EbvbKwZxtqAsOPiBXYwglLzZZYN-80F9CdiSN-Tz2LlPt8XZV94bUs7Pzp5MHXVHbLqMMQwzOISAPg/s400/Washington+Street%252C+waterfront+Portland+Oregon+mid+1920s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567365906365551442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">By the second decade of the the twentieth century Portland had turned its back on the river. Behind the impressive facades, the warehouses and wharfs of the old city had become a decrepit, disused warren as the harbor moved down stream. In 1919 the City Council called for a massive reworking of the waterfront. The resulting plan, by City Engineer Olaf Laurgaard, was released in 1923.</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyf3o0HDvqW-6auzITJ93EdTJhOIdHmmZi_00ah5uherPRU7bLoOqoxiiuOsEjYetAPlg03KdCF3aWH-hgPga6sZA9bu8ePl4dn6Fm-GdE5TEQbUfZnNZZuiqOsFeeejlRcXCTw/s1600/PRL%2526P+1st+and+Washington_0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyf3o0HDvqW-6auzITJ93EdTJhOIdHmmZi_00ah5uherPRU7bLoOqoxiiuOsEjYetAPlg03KdCF3aWH-hgPga6sZA9bu8ePl4dn6Fm-GdE5TEQbUfZnNZZuiqOsFeeejlRcXCTw/s400/PRL%2526P+1st+and+Washington_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567368335046103858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">The Report of City Engineer, Pursuant to Resolution No. 11130, With Plans and Estimates For Water Front Project</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">, March 29 1923</span> was an ambitious recasting of the riverfront that sought to address multiple municipal ills. For flood control and fire abatement, the old docks were to be removed and a sea wall installed from Jefferson to Glisan streets, back-filled by material dredged from the Willamette. Behind the wall a new interceptor sewer would serve downtown. The area from the Hawthorne to Morrison bridges was set aside for a public market. Between the Morrison and Steel bridges a new wholesale district of large, modern warehouses would be built, accessed by trucks from the west and rail from the east.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8e-Nu3idfxsA1s0yG8YVeyTyxsjo3pwGfPX3azzbN_dtqKsz952U-wrP-3IzaAo1y0RjTh1WGnjMt4S_9rZZW0KWLoDDZRngXqF8hGZumTpkxzGsL-b279ssx5QtVQCEajv26og/s1600/Municipal+Market+1923+Portland+Oregon+Waterfront+Plan..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8e-Nu3idfxsA1s0yG8YVeyTyxsjo3pwGfPX3azzbN_dtqKsz952U-wrP-3IzaAo1y0RjTh1WGnjMt4S_9rZZW0KWLoDDZRngXqF8hGZumTpkxzGsL-b279ssx5QtVQCEajv26og/s400/Municipal+Market+1923+Portland+Oregon+Waterfront+Plan..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567370246822377890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">The proposed public market at the foot of the Hawthorne Bridge.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >-Multnomah County Library (non-circulating collection). Photo courtesy of </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.civics21.org/">Alexander Craghead</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The report's transportation amenities balanced auto, rail and pedestrian modes. Bridge approaches were to be raised. Madison, Morrison, Burnside, Glisan and Front widened. Thousands of parking spaces were to be provided to alleviate downtown congestion. On top of the sea wall, a twenty five foot wide esplanade would <span style="font-style: italic;">"create a very pleasing recreational walk for the citizens of the city." </span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Chief among the proposal was a consolidated terminal for the region's interurban electric rail lines and ocean going travelers to be located on First and Alder, with a breezeway over Front to the river.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLfcJ4ryYbopWhKiM8CeyjlkRX1qVZalY7ac0qQm_8WuwTr_wHuCq207jbQi3Uq7Z-dZMFLP2yIXRTFabMRYpgymsG2L_xXy0M49zMdbhDHUP0jR_OZv9jLmtWCG8GmughdtPtw/s1600/Alder+Street+Station%252C+Interurban+terminal%252C+1923+Portland+Oregon+waterfront+plan..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 107px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLfcJ4ryYbopWhKiM8CeyjlkRX1qVZalY7ac0qQm_8WuwTr_wHuCq207jbQi3Uq7Z-dZMFLP2yIXRTFabMRYpgymsG2L_xXy0M49zMdbhDHUP0jR_OZv9jLmtWCG8GmughdtPtw/s400/Alder+Street+Station%252C+Interurban+terminal%252C+1923+Portland+Oregon+waterfront+plan..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567372998910809586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />Alder Street Station. (click on images to expand). </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >-Multnomah County Library (non circulating desk). Photo courtesy of </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.civics21.org/">Alexander Craghead</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >.</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Portland was served by three interurban lines: The Portland Railway Light and Power Company and its affiliates ran to Troutdale, Estacada, Oregon City, Mount Angel and over the Interstate Bridge to Vancouver Washington. The Oregon Electric Railway served Woodburn, Salem, Eugene, Albany and Forest Grove. Southern Pacific's "Red Electrics" connected Portland to Lake Oswego, Hillsboro, Newburg, McMinnville and Corvallis. The new terminal would provide a single boarding point for all three networks and remove the trains from downtown streets.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"At the present time a great deal of time is lost by these interurban lines crossing the business district of the City. As much time is consumed in traversing the business district as is consumed in traveling 15 or 20 miles after the City limits have been reached."<br />-</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >The Report of City Engineer, Pursuant to Resolution No. 11130, With Plans and Estimates For Water Front Project</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3PAfY-XWdBKL9sAsfKMIrB-nbUXKD84TjOlHuFlnzlQP_u8G8nZeSNqcLkuzPnAvvl2Hih80oWb1E5VXKrlWxU5s8LR85DUF7W_ZjThA4aw0MSoxQqzUm3Ky0kR4dDh47yp4-rg/s1600/Southern+Pacific%2527s+Oregon+Red+Electrics+Oregon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3PAfY-XWdBKL9sAsfKMIrB-nbUXKD84TjOlHuFlnzlQP_u8G8nZeSNqcLkuzPnAvvl2Hih80oWb1E5VXKrlWxU5s8LR85DUF7W_ZjThA4aw0MSoxQqzUm3Ky0kR4dDh47yp4-rg/s400/Southern+Pacific%2527s+Oregon+Red+Electrics+Oregon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567376600817834402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The "Red Electric" steel cars boarded at Union Station, while the Oregon Electric operated from North Bank Station in what is now the Pearl District and from a station near the west end of the Hawthorne Bridge. The PRL&P Lines loaded at First and Washington.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8i9oryusOP6_SpccHTavXwsq29KImvcYBNRZarA5o4zB18X4hiVaKw0j-GzYpIdeZxa22bxwh2LYCMZ5pf1y6XAKNOocmMtGmJ7PcBgHba2XwHiPchVe0V1JUpAS2_JgF-Oy2Pg/s1600/Admiral+Lines+faste3st.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8i9oryusOP6_SpccHTavXwsq29KImvcYBNRZarA5o4zB18X4hiVaKw0j-GzYpIdeZxa22bxwh2LYCMZ5pf1y6XAKNOocmMtGmJ7PcBgHba2XwHiPchVe0V1JUpAS2_JgF-Oy2Pg/s400/Admiral+Lines+faste3st.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567377271149963666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_qI7VhzdvcIT27pxGImjGibzWmUOvy6Jc9uzAHwbuuLQ80BV9tyQjzKCuEevwgXZ8HoDS_hcOnGKL_b1rRtDnDdQJ-AeoALKaIEVj1ICrSEsTkTkK0iLFrqrXcJQ4veOng60cQ/s1600/Admiral+Portland.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 384px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_qI7VhzdvcIT27pxGImjGibzWmUOvy6Jc9uzAHwbuuLQ80BV9tyQjzKCuEevwgXZ8HoDS_hcOnGKL_b1rRtDnDdQJ-AeoALKaIEVj1ICrSEsTkTkK0iLFrqrXcJQ4veOng60cQ/s400/Admiral+Portland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567377501151403170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >At river's edge the terminal would also serve ocean bound traffic such as from the Pacific Steamship Company, aka the Admiral Line.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">-Images courtesy of </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.timetableimages.com/maritime/index.htm">Timetable Images</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > , Bjorn Larsson.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Fe_54ZrfzwNl_G0_5tjcxapNVWirYltyIqwpS1JJlo1tnlLpKTJ8sGebIQiF7dxTpapY85QYM23hA43NetJ9yRq14fJECUxLU9m1bjMND2-0HlgsElvWcz_Owq8a7MkcKRQvkQ/s1600/Pacific+Highway.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Fe_54ZrfzwNl_G0_5tjcxapNVWirYltyIqwpS1JJlo1tnlLpKTJ8sGebIQiF7dxTpapY85QYM23hA43NetJ9yRq14fJECUxLU9m1bjMND2-0HlgsElvWcz_Owq8a7MkcKRQvkQ/s400/Pacific+Highway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567378918248406914" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The plan called for the Red Electrics and the Oregon Electric to share the latter's tracks out of town to a point near Burlingame. The vacated Red Electric right of way would then be used as a new route for the Pacific Highway into Portland.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The placement of the terminal, market, esplanade and parking facilities was anticipated to generate large amounts of pedestrian traffic that would revitalize the lower downtown district as people crossed back and forth to the city center. But the components of the plan were never to fully coalesce. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">It is tempting to view the Laurgaard plan as another instance of Portland dreaming big and spending small, alongside the Olmstead parks plan, Bennet's city beautiful re-design, the initial response to the Robert Moses report and the stadium proposals of the 1960s. Much of the plan though was implemented in relatively a short time. Work on the sea wall, interceptor sewer and esplanade, Oregon's largest public works project to that date, was completed in less than four years. Bridge access improvements, street widening and a public market were finished within a decade.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjleN5ll7Wb0skil-u1Qv-cxvi7H6ps-sEmNFkmR65nJDskzBB4zg7MtHw64ibQAp0iT5HMq2sbMDHMGqC5v55uwVhey5kqr5P20or7JrrlW26AJeESK5UNgFqiEJsBrJNhvcOdOQ/s1600/Front+Street+sewer+constrution.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjleN5ll7Wb0skil-u1Qv-cxvi7H6ps-sEmNFkmR65nJDskzBB4zg7MtHw64ibQAp0iT5HMq2sbMDHMGqC5v55uwVhey5kqr5P20or7JrrlW26AJeESK5UNgFqiEJsBrJNhvcOdOQ/s400/Front+Street+sewer+constrution.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567383270338089762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">The proposed sewer was hardly a panacea. Back ups into downtown basements ended as hundreds of makeshift outlets into the river were replaced- by a single overflow.<span style="font-size:100%;"><br />-City of Portland Archives.</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUjvuiMcRVTj7FnEML911O9RLQnEq7bkL4p8PPhJC3xFWTinzM34NvPuv77nM50Scp-aCDOKd_GWbgTNQeJ2bMjG5NDYvLB8BngUiAKsIrBTKVMq3RutMK0oTljBmstO6wb7pUFg/s1600/Cruiser+USS+Philadelphia+anchored+at+the+harbor+wall+near+SW+Front+Ave+and+the+Public+Market+Building.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUjvuiMcRVTj7FnEML911O9RLQnEq7bkL4p8PPhJC3xFWTinzM34NvPuv77nM50Scp-aCDOKd_GWbgTNQeJ2bMjG5NDYvLB8BngUiAKsIrBTKVMq3RutMK0oTljBmstO6wb7pUFg/s400/Cruiser+USS+Philadelphia+anchored+at+the+harbor+wall+near+SW+Front+Ave+and+the+Public+Market+Building.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567384281614796066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The Public Market building opened in 1933 on the site proposed by the Laurgaard Plan. Initially a success, its popularity with customers and vendors soon dropped off. It closed in 1942. From 1948 to 1961 it was home to the Oregon Journal. The building was demolished in 1968.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">-City of Portland Archives</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh87gbS1K91CPlBIRK8-iV4n-n3CmfHoDzvQkolCbC-Sn6dINb7CUUC7EGlM2qUgLee7bmkLjx5E-s6bByod4MMb5QG-Y5HNpfrGnnr2VYIlqmtzqY0JEqZusB77KAgYWJYjYCfPA/s1600/Seawall+Market.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh87gbS1K91CPlBIRK8-iV4n-n3CmfHoDzvQkolCbC-Sn6dINb7CUUC7EGlM2qUgLee7bmkLjx5E-s6bByod4MMb5QG-Y5HNpfrGnnr2VYIlqmtzqY0JEqZusB77KAgYWJYjYCfPA/s400/Seawall+Market.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567386064455366834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">A street level view of the Portland Public Market and the smaller Sea Wall Public Market at Taylor and Front Avenue, prior to 1943. The railroad tracks were freight only, operated by the United Railway, an Oregon Electric Railway affiliate.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Only the interurban / ocean terminal and the wholesale district proposals were not acted upon at all. With each recasting of the plan through the 1920s the rail component shrank as the popularity of the automobile grew. By 1930 it was gone. In 1933 the Pacific Highway would be built on the former Red Electric right of way as Barbur Blvd. In the early 1940s the waterfront would be used for transportation, in the form of the Harbor Drive freeway.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTw1c1pbhE3SWXtjZ3RhR_V2fWz1LZVkcdEERo1lmgcdPXzPr-ilLLo8_acNeOE2E9k_9Ih1OQ3xeTF_pWDviIf7yohG4CpsCjvzz8GeI2ASnDqY9uG2SWo_IVtMg9yeGgqZFp1A/s1600/1932+Bartholomew+Report.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTw1c1pbhE3SWXtjZ3RhR_V2fWz1LZVkcdEERo1lmgcdPXzPr-ilLLo8_acNeOE2E9k_9Ih1OQ3xeTF_pWDviIf7yohG4CpsCjvzz8GeI2ASnDqY9uG2SWo_IVtMg9yeGgqZFp1A/s400/1932+Bartholomew+Report.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567387801029732018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Portland takes on a Le Corbusier tinge with the 1932 Bartholomew Plan. Intermediate between rail and freeway, it featured a park along the river.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">What if the report had been fully implemented? Any counterfactualist historic revelry has to be tempered by trends already in place at the time. As attractive as a regional electric rail network emanating from downtown would be today, Alder Street Station was unlikely to have arrested the decline of the interurban systems in the 1920s and 1930s.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Perhaps the city envisioned in the Laurgaard plan is best viewed along the lines of the many Portland's dreamed in Ursula LeGuin's </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/66-9781857989519-0">The Lathe of Heaven</a><span style="font-family:arial;">, familiar elements recast to form alternate realities -made all the more intriguing by how close it actually came to pass.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzmMPnJ9vS_mXGCVb4unFsfUocarKTg4lfSPX68gVOw96QbSJhW_l0EIAejjJSkNPyv2ZZMIIs3IPwa_giosynxycbt6eA7qOoqb8Xz7A5pvXYRW086oceUTOhHkM-nwDQWIcYRg/s1600/Overview.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 106px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzmMPnJ9vS_mXGCVb4unFsfUocarKTg4lfSPX68gVOw96QbSJhW_l0EIAejjJSkNPyv2ZZMIIs3IPwa_giosynxycbt6eA7qOoqb8Xz7A5pvXYRW086oceUTOhHkM-nwDQWIcYRg/s400/Overview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567392312843074258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The proposed waterfront of 1923, a fold out in the report.<br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >-Multnomah County Library (non-circulating collection). Photo courtesy of </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.civics21.org/">Alexander Craghead</a></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-RNT4wgt4ZtQTyTKWALr7YBJcLcyMZRZ0b9MimaohsckUztQWTE0hNSwNDS-BLy1bT0DZQh_ubWf6SZlGqJe132jUDZh5_G3KwZMO8xdd6tpd4GrPYHeI4q6MPeyKVwQxiLyFw/s1600/PRL%2526P+1st+and+Washington.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-RNT4wgt4ZtQTyTKWALr7YBJcLcyMZRZ0b9MimaohsckUztQWTE0hNSwNDS-BLy1bT0DZQh_ubWf6SZlGqJe132jUDZh5_G3KwZMO8xdd6tpd4GrPYHeI4q6MPeyKVwQxiLyFw/s400/PRL%2526P+1st+and+Washington.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567393878034609378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br />The Portland Railway Light and Power (later the Portland Railroad and Terminal Division of Portland Traction) lines continued to load at First and Washington for another thirty three years, until its tracks were removed from the Hawthorne Bridge, cutting access to downtown. The rare view above was possible only between 1954, when the Dekum Block (1871) was demolished to make a parking lot, and the end of downtown interurban service in September 1956.<br /><br />The surface lot expanded upon the city's first, on the site of the </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.cafeunknown.com/2010/07/for-love-of-cars-we-know-how-story-ends.html">Labbe Block</a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >, immediately next door. It is still there.</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkK6gi8-ICqMTAWt-gJKlZwOOs9RxPxF9qq1Gi19FpA1R5CbfZv-81nJr4nQgS51Qv_IuQVpRy1UdVY9Gs2GxpJHfiVnF2OA3U-dVkUxiF5devbnEj-3iUW4unDy5h3Dt4CHkssA/s1600/Interurban+Terminal+1923+Portland+Oregon+waterfront+pland.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkK6gi8-ICqMTAWt-gJKlZwOOs9RxPxF9qq1Gi19FpA1R5CbfZv-81nJr4nQgS51Qv_IuQVpRy1UdVY9Gs2GxpJHfiVnF2OA3U-dVkUxiF5devbnEj-3iUW4unDy5h3Dt4CHkssA/s400/Interurban+Terminal+1923+Portland+Oregon+waterfront+pland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567706811394549010" border="0" /></a>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-7887151497955253102010-11-14T08:46:00.000-08:002010-11-15T07:09:51.941-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br />Cyclorama!<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxNPOxSARVStDKQjpW9DUVa_6A8XtVwLLQBAUECZ5ZA9ZDEn5oh3L6ue3IbW97ZhUl1U0RvctuQawxjOJFa2gUEZiWjte4w_lCY5LZcCKVPnStsghvtrcEcdHH89c45b0mUYKL8g/s1600/Panorama.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxNPOxSARVStDKQjpW9DUVa_6A8XtVwLLQBAUECZ5ZA9ZDEn5oh3L6ue3IbW97ZhUl1U0RvctuQawxjOJFa2gUEZiWjte4w_lCY5LZcCKVPnStsghvtrcEcdHH89c45b0mUYKL8g/s400/Panorama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539447985738533410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08vGlfDgBRKnX_zxfOUtf4vE-OV9dRxdSu-fmKZD4c-kabXc9RlGHwJTBXYZBqrHOxEBGHe0oCD8ZkpeRT8tJ8cOapmK3Bq05myaZ7LV7Vegk28YjKqKOTVvXvxqn778T7c75Cg/s1600/Portland+Cyclorama%252C+Early+1890s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08vGlfDgBRKnX_zxfOUtf4vE-OV9dRxdSu-fmKZD4c-kabXc9RlGHwJTBXYZBqrHOxEBGHe0oCD8ZkpeRT8tJ8cOapmK3Bq05myaZ7LV7Vegk28YjKqKOTVvXvxqn778T7c75Cg/s400/Portland+Cyclorama%252C+Early+1890s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539448370708080626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />It appears on the peripheral in photographs of Portland from the 1890s, a large circular building on the block bounded by Third, Fourth, Pine and Ash. A roundhouse perhaps, or a giant carousel? A Sanborn Insurance map from 1889 provides a name, Cyclorama, but not its function. Could it have been a velodrome?</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7_HvvP9SLg58iE7L6w7_pd-DgYsJtM09pkya_VtsOyfs52NsEO6V6k-NKDWmldATh7uVkZ3hEuaAxy-GvehpIxXAg43YaGIUIabg2MCRQtiVLqUMUlRC0ltxis9DBOj-t17cL0A/s1600/Portland+Cyclorama+1889.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7_HvvP9SLg58iE7L6w7_pd-DgYsJtM09pkya_VtsOyfs52NsEO6V6k-NKDWmldATh7uVkZ3hEuaAxy-GvehpIxXAg43YaGIUIabg2MCRQtiVLqUMUlRC0ltxis9DBOj-t17cL0A/s400/Portland+Cyclorama+1889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539449249569938802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">A Portland City Directory from the same year gives another hint:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Cyclorama (Gettysburg) west side of 3rd, north of PIne.</span><br /><br />Gettysburg; a clue leading to a entertainment phenomenon that transported audiences across space and time to distant vistas, surrounding them with a 360 degree view. Cyclorama: it was the IMAX theater of its day.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixI9jqHuR8D8uMz1BVSceyiBNyNWx9u-896BNfz7bb7M6vxI322r44s3KbAkOamfVTQuYw9nKpzmADWhI-_a9G1Ydcwg-XMGVdCYWpWE7OOUz1ieMetUajvpNflQHt0WoRclxDcQ/s1600/Thompson.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixI9jqHuR8D8uMz1BVSceyiBNyNWx9u-896BNfz7bb7M6vxI322r44s3KbAkOamfVTQuYw9nKpzmADWhI-_a9G1Ydcwg-XMGVdCYWpWE7OOUz1ieMetUajvpNflQHt0WoRclxDcQ/s400/Thompson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539451345057916610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The Robert R. Thompson mansion on Third street between PIne and Ash.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">A decade earlier, the upper end of Third street was home to a wealthy neighborhood of Portland's financial elite, anchored by the neighboring mansions of Oregon Steam Navigation magnates John C. Ainsworth and Robert R. Thompson that faced each other across Pine. A letter from Oregon pioneer Jesse Applegate, written from Yoncalla to Ainsworth on September 3rd 1869 hints at the genteel elegance of the district, just four years after the end of the Civil War:</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"In my morning walks through the city, I remarked on the good taste displayed in the selection and arrangement of the trees, shrubs and other ornaments, and their adaptation to mansion and grounds the were intended to beautify- and when I learned the place was yours I promised myself the pleasure of a closer inspection."</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-fYHYIaVg8k71uDwGwpZAXAzcLH0uYzNlRIYv2AgTlbsqzWAFGZiHJAKdC5PhNaK6cV-8N8fkc69Dkqnw_SBzXOFKOYG_1UWOgKG7vzJKQCnElGMSDGrp24TcLPvzDf2qU2VUFw/s1600/Ainsworth+House.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-fYHYIaVg8k71uDwGwpZAXAzcLH0uYzNlRIYv2AgTlbsqzWAFGZiHJAKdC5PhNaK6cV-8N8fkc69Dkqnw_SBzXOFKOYG_1UWOgKG7vzJKQCnElGMSDGrp24TcLPvzDf2qU2VUFw/s400/Ainsworth+House.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539453580480490578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The John C Ainsworth and Robert R Thompson (far right) mansions.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">As downtown expanded inland, the enclave was pressured by commercial uses. The arrival of the grandly named Transcontinental Street Railway horse-car line in 1883 signaled its end as a bucolic retreat, as noted in the Portland City Directory of 1884:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"A most remarkable change in the present volume, as compared to its predecessors, is the removal of many families whose names are familiar in the history of Portland from the localities which, but a year or two ago, were reckoned to be the most aristocratic and desirable residences in Portland, North Third and Fourth streets, which were the sites of our most ele</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">gant residences, have been abandoned to business..."<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">As the well-to-do vacated Third, a new exclusive neighborhood of palatial homes emerged on the west side of the Couch Addition, centered on 19th street. Ainsworth and Thompson had departed the region entirely, opting for Oakland and San Francisco respectively. Not everyone left. Ben Holladay, former master of flash and finance, ruined in the crash of 1873, remained, stranded, in his Italian-villa styled house on the south west corner of Third and Stark until his death in 1887.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwln6t5cEH0s2jYqQb3o60nNDkzX-_vNIKGuKXFYNnI0xK3SBj3nKvMf3qCu9LvXkseZ_3GZk-JlXD-mvTnigGNZHxuFksc4y_Dq-W1eGmHJ4tPCv98NsRy32a8Ow51NyeFjqUQ/s1600/Mr+Ben+Holladay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwln6t5cEH0s2jYqQb3o60nNDkzX-_vNIKGuKXFYNnI0xK3SBj3nKvMf3qCu9LvXkseZ_3GZk-JlXD-mvTnigGNZHxuFksc4y_Dq-W1eGmHJ4tPCv98NsRy32a8Ow51NyeFjqUQ/s400/Mr+Ben+Holladay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539456586664315570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ben Holladay, exile on Third street.<br /><br /><br /></span>By that time Third street was a very different place. Banks and business blocks were followed by hotels, restaurants and entertainment venues such as Cordray's Musee & Theatre which advertised opera, comedy and drama. Also slated for Third was the latest in entertainment extravagance; a cyclorama.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFeBlv-1B-I4jUNzOcnokMJRo4MJSnmUWE5rFikV6JNQFEdKs7q_rUvMDYAkPL87N-H1RUT0l_Nniy1esJG3V28C7OwqO95RSvipdgd9ljqYL536QuhmG56L09-uXDVvuPFvRWA/s1600/Boston%2527s+Cyclorama.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFeBlv-1B-I4jUNzOcnokMJRo4MJSnmUWE5rFikV6JNQFEdKs7q_rUvMDYAkPL87N-H1RUT0l_Nniy1esJG3V28C7OwqO95RSvipdgd9ljqYL536QuhmG56L09-uXDVvuPFvRWA/s400/Boston%2527s+Cyclorama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539457983862544210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The Boston Cyclorama.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Cycloramas were a sort of nineteenth century virtual reality, which transfixed audiences with huge wrap-around 360 degree paintings, lighting, effects, narration and life-size diorama elements, transporting them to historic events, often battles. Gettysburg was a common subject (appearing at Gettysburg, Boston, Buffalo, Brooklyn, Chicago, Philadelphia, Denver and doubtless other locations). The Crucifixion of Christ (Buffalo), the Siege of Paris (Melbourne Australia), the Battle of Atlanta (Atlanta), the Battle of Sedan (Toronto), Waterloo (Melbourne again) and Jerusalem (Quebec) were among many topics portrayed.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The Portland Cyclorama Company was established in 1887. The company's well established board members consisted of L.L. Hawkins, an Ainsworth banking partner, Harvey W. Scott, editor of the Oregonian, Rufus Mallory, a former U.S. Congressman, Geroge P. Frank, a future Portland mayor, Byron P. Cardwell, a member of the Board of Police Commissioners, C.W. Robey, a former postmaster and F.N. Shurtliff.<br /><br />Midway through the year, construction began on a large three story brick building on the block bordered by Third, Fourth, Pine and Ash, on the grounds of Ainsworth's Oregon Steam Navigation associate Robert R. Thompson's mansion, which had been subdivided into rooms to rent.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNu6UEe7iEIf1WHuRuBdTJVJMo1FZvSXOmNt3raZCTf0h6vZFT6KNfnPFFXOAeMVVh5yaLeN5YEBN3tAzvGerilm3_wU8Ja1D3uFzzxaDl7AH48Hw5yBAT8S02T-wYTvBRhGdAA/s1600/Portland+Cyclorama%252C+Early+1890s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNu6UEe7iEIf1WHuRuBdTJVJMo1FZvSXOmNt3raZCTf0h6vZFT6KNfnPFFXOAeMVVh5yaLeN5YEBN3tAzvGerilm3_wU8Ja1D3uFzzxaDl7AH48Hw5yBAT8S02T-wYTvBRhGdAA/s400/Portland+Cyclorama%252C+Early+1890s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539462089146428418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The Portland Cyclorama in the early 1890s, part of a warren of interconnected buildings that included the old R.R. Thompson mansion (three peaked windows facing south). Directly across Pine is the Ainsworth mansion (lower right hand corner) then leased to the Arlington Club.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahsQG7JKPM3BhOiUcCru27tLwxBUpeUYed-n7F_5IgYRTNr3D3MNM-UWTkKKpN8Diq9FzAW7hOWumygJzEdmLgFH-MPRQVqvA6HMc0o0zR7mK4JuwUQTWOFGGCY0bt3iu6Uv2xA/s1600/Cyclorama+4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahsQG7JKPM3BhOiUcCru27tLwxBUpeUYed-n7F_5IgYRTNr3D3MNM-UWTkKKpN8Diq9FzAW7hOWumygJzEdmLgFH-MPRQVqvA6HMc0o0zR7mK4JuwUQTWOFGGCY0bt3iu6Uv2xA/s400/Cyclorama+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539463254375553746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >A portion of the existent Battle of Gettysburg cyclorama at Gettysburg Pennsylvania.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />To anchor the spectacle, the popular Battle of Gettysburg cyclorama painting by French artist Paul Philoppoteaux, the original of which was debuted in Chicago in 1883, was chosen.<br /><br />Portland's copy, weighing twelve thousand pounds, arrived December 7 1887, stood on end and by use of a thirty five foot high wheeled tower on tracks, slowly unrolled and hung. Two artists then arrived to add finishing touches such as clouds and smoke to the painting.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsspgQMdzRwadWk-t71TCdruz3pwktOEAlgCpYojbQkoMaUSwcQF11i9D-BcvgJqOACpNwQ2JaWXXZylW-VFNe_h7iTLNLn0QW05zUFW8_BHh7kpbWIwUwsKny6ph0EMQx5BpfQ/s1600/3438297779_0b3c6723cd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdsspgQMdzRwadWk-t71TCdruz3pwktOEAlgCpYojbQkoMaUSwcQF11i9D-BcvgJqOACpNwQ2JaWXXZylW-VFNe_h7iTLNLn0QW05zUFW8_BHh7kpbWIwUwsKny6ph0EMQx5BpfQ/s400/3438297779_0b3c6723cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539465915910795346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />The Portland Cyclorama opened to wide acclaim, speeches by notables such as the Reverend Thomas Lamb Elliot and rave reviews on December 29 1887.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8nkRhiVfurWMAp_SgosRzZeik664-3tSFGu0ot17pUtBB3jUH_2MCvDaChq_Pb__8W0Z5iNMSOGdk6uHjWtnv6X_cJN3ycdP5CrtnUxPg8j06GeSuNFJ-_LnhVUQYwwGpOVujA/s1600/Portland+Cyclorama+advertisememt+1888..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8nkRhiVfurWMAp_SgosRzZeik664-3tSFGu0ot17pUtBB3jUH_2MCvDaChq_Pb__8W0Z5iNMSOGdk6uHjWtnv6X_cJN3ycdP5CrtnUxPg8j06GeSuNFJ-_LnhVUQYwwGpOVujA/s400/Portland+Cyclorama+advertisememt+1888..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539467268518065458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />"The building in which it is exhibited is circular and the painting covers the entire circuit of the walls from top to bottom. Light is admitted from the roof and a canopy over the platform in the center where spectators stand, cuts the line of vision just below the top of the painting.<br /><br />The platform is reached by a subterranean passage and a winding stair case and when a person emerges on this platform it is precisely as if he had risen from under the ground in the center of the battlefield of Gettysburg, when the battle was at its height. Nothing is to be seen to show that one is inside a building, no wall, door, window or floor."<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">-The Morning Oregonian, December 30 1887.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">To further the illusion, optical effects, real stone walls, wood fences and other features were blended out of the scene into the viewing area, where a narrator explained the unfolding battle at the moment of Pickett's Charge.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"With entire assurance it may be said that, of the great battle pictures on exhibition in various cities, none surpasses the "Gettysburg" now completed and thrown open to the public in Portland. Everyone who has seen this painting and the "Gettysburg" in Chicago pronounces the Portland picture greatly the superior one."<br /></span>-The Morning Oregonian, December 30 1887. </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEXW1BvZ_65cRy15SaI6IJQ2dBNfsUb_0qchADKxrA-DvHw777rNFW7ZwWugyUU-bQgCCPgVzTD9pNswYdk-vhZ-TPNFOQ_SO5cSGRNa9xZ14gnFVc9V3Ty2QCzjQCvzbNN9ZJw/s1600/Cyclorama+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEXW1BvZ_65cRy15SaI6IJQ2dBNfsUb_0qchADKxrA-DvHw777rNFW7ZwWugyUU-bQgCCPgVzTD9pNswYdk-vhZ-TPNFOQ_SO5cSGRNa9xZ14gnFVc9V3Ty2QCzjQCvzbNN9ZJw/s400/Cyclorama+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539470128915048146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Hours were from Ten to Ten with a fifty cent charge of admission (25 cents for children).<br /><br />It was a immediate region-wide success. Special showings, such as one for a group of 150 Vancouver area school children and a rail excursion from Salem were common. Letters to the editor poured in, asking for the proper pronunciation of cyclorama. A Gettysburg veteran, wounded in the battle, chose to be married there, the ceremony held in front of the place on the painting where he received his injury. Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce viewed it accompanied by an interpreter and a army general.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqEe-Vf2RlxcjVE8jfYVfm8896TW_aSUHJaMpqlGuKqvN91wm21nHX2bEXWB7sEU8inrQuQWIVUTbVD1NRgQMJtMpmPKxek6JxDRvsHQY4VApZDT5aJuOiuiJj2cxlYhwPAXjCsg/s1600/cyclorama+excursion+Feb+11+1888.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqEe-Vf2RlxcjVE8jfYVfm8896TW_aSUHJaMpqlGuKqvN91wm21nHX2bEXWB7sEU8inrQuQWIVUTbVD1NRgQMJtMpmPKxek6JxDRvsHQY4VApZDT5aJuOiuiJj2cxlYhwPAXjCsg/s400/cyclorama+excursion+Feb+11+1888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539471568334235650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />By the middle of 1891 the novelty had worn off and the need to revamp the spectacle was apparent. A live "battle" was added, acted in the foreground with cannon fire and muskets. At the finish of the narration the lights would dim and a lightning storm would commence, so real that some patrons were said to reach for there umbrellas. A military band closed the performances. The Oregonian noted that under such management, the Cyclorama would continue to draw for several years to come.<br /><br />It was an optimistic assessment. On February 28 1892 admission was cut in half. The Oregonian noted that the rates would be for a short time only. Within five days it closed. The Portland Cyclorama had lasted four years and two months.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF8FO4FuF6y0oCtWO2UaAj2NN8gwKGV8s1SxJva7nXECIKL0MiO-anU_T83Z5-5fwvVOtUYis5vJjnxutnAqJVStUkgf9gY_NAvFGy8EQ16XvHeCWQHRSE0iWnXr37PpQBON-w8w/s1600/1890s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF8FO4FuF6y0oCtWO2UaAj2NN8gwKGV8s1SxJva7nXECIKL0MiO-anU_T83Z5-5fwvVOtUYis5vJjnxutnAqJVStUkgf9gY_NAvFGy8EQ16XvHeCWQHRSE0iWnXr37PpQBON-w8w/s400/1890s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539473403166555746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The Cyclorama building (numbered #198) appears in this post 1893 drawing of downtown Portland.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The building quickly re-opened as the Past Time Athletic Club, a 5,000 seat boxing arena ran by former welterweight champion Jack Dempsey "the Nonpareil" (not to be confused with the heavyweight champion of the same name). The Past Time was the scene of numerous bouts, including three that featured Portland's own Mysterious Billy Smith, on his way to claiming the welterweight championship of 1893.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0KQ9OCKtmiRwstNoLaCivu1P3KUN92Q9AY1mles5OCsaH21Elxpisss6MLIrcaTSuHjzCP5EkguYM3nuvew8NRlMBKmZRLkVfCgchxF_MEDhtfMq9HsJRwxryEQVAVY8ishN-g/s1600/The+Mysterious+Billy+Smith.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0KQ9OCKtmiRwstNoLaCivu1P3KUN92Q9AY1mles5OCsaH21Elxpisss6MLIrcaTSuHjzCP5EkguYM3nuvew8NRlMBKmZRLkVfCgchxF_MEDhtfMq9HsJRwxryEQVAVY8ishN-g/s400/The+Mysterious+Billy+Smith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539474985820396882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Mysterious Billy Smith, Welterweight Champion of the World. Known as one of the dirtiest fighters ever, he was disqualified 13 times, a pro boxing record that holds to this day. He retired to Portland, for many years owning a bar named "The Champions Rest" until his death in 1937.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqIAa0336O9VNDsKainBmyuQ2ENs9dMe95bFgECqk6fCJByzYyPWz_1fogsz9IadYoTliWgspcbJPtFgQTIDrMTFPP-WKZSA-5vf9aRYaaf9p1ITkbAolWmRDXtO3vMmmEPy4JMQ/s1600/Portland+Oregon+circa+1890s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqIAa0336O9VNDsKainBmyuQ2ENs9dMe95bFgECqk6fCJByzYyPWz_1fogsz9IadYoTliWgspcbJPtFgQTIDrMTFPP-WKZSA-5vf9aRYaaf9p1ITkbAolWmRDXtO3vMmmEPy4JMQ/s400/Portland+Oregon+circa+1890s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539525393126819522" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The roof of the Cyclorama building can be seen, lower center in this picture, circa 1895. The cupola of the Pioneer Courthouse (post office) and the tower of the First Congregational, both still in existence can be seen, along with vanished Perkins Hotel, Hotel Portland, the Marquam on Morrison and the Oregonian's tower on Alder.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The building was reincarnated a second time in 1893 as the Alhambra Music Hall, based on the style of a London Music Hall, and a third time in 1894 as the Trocadero Theatre, a "high class vaudeville.<br /><br />Blei's Trocadero, as it was also known, featured such national acts as the Mademoiselle Jaguarina, who specialized in knife and sword exercises, Zetta Tuforne, the operatic vocalist, Peppi Sternheim, "the Tyrolean Warbler", Miss Vera Gray, "refined song and dance specialties," Stuart "the male Patti," billed as America's greatest female impersonator, Gus Bruno, "one of the greatest American comedians," Billy Emerson, "the famous popular minstrel" and Sandow the Strongman, aka The Modern Hercules.<br /><br />Based on San Francisco's Tivoli Theater, the opening performances would close with "the great burlesque of Monte Cristo."<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN91BM7AjsDuI5WriR_Lg9gQR7toYsHWeEkKgp71kMDwoTYgZc0MX6O-P8MLAMy3mpuPqhss8ed2h8XizX_egbwLb7eXZgePvbcFvERCz3fVKZVSq_xLadziLlCsqTy58kvmXd8A/s1600/Stuart+%2528the+male+Patti%2529+in+the+new+1492.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN91BM7AjsDuI5WriR_Lg9gQR7toYsHWeEkKgp71kMDwoTYgZc0MX6O-P8MLAMy3mpuPqhss8ed2h8XizX_egbwLb7eXZgePvbcFvERCz3fVKZVSq_xLadziLlCsqTy58kvmXd8A/s400/Stuart+%2528the+male+Patti%2529+in+the+new+1492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539531144939011938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Stuart "the Male Patti"</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDubc9JDksQfuC1poaOymx8rEUX4M5ph4bGxuFaUr6t8TGuuKwCOQyKkvqIyQbNlH-0bHw1eq7ufH6kf4ZWu5_ph5tV4LsJQJ4o3ok4PLL512_j2jPVc4Yuo4Z2MwYM272do3WA/s1600/Sandow+the+Strongman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDubc9JDksQfuC1poaOymx8rEUX4M5ph4bGxuFaUr6t8TGuuKwCOQyKkvqIyQbNlH-0bHw1eq7ufH6kf4ZWu5_ph5tV4LsJQJ4o3ok4PLL512_j2jPVc4Yuo4Z2MwYM272do3WA/s400/Sandow+the+Strongman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539531510778172354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Sandow the Strongman (poster from the Trocadero in New York').<br /><br /><br /></span>The Trocadero lasted but one extravagant year. After its close the building went into decline with a series of devolving uses, subdivided for retail space, or opened up for a dog show. In 1909 it was in use as a carpenters shop when the Thompson Estate stated the site would be the home of a new 2,500 seat theater. By the next year, the plans had changed and it was announced a $750,000 hotel would be built instead.<br /><br />The Cyclorama, aka the Past Time Athletic Club, Alhambra Music Hall and the Trocadero was demolished in September 1910, to make way for the Multnomah Hotel, today known as the Embassy Suites.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwMyAkKXiFmOJbKR2SjCjclGUI7eB7HyQc8CXRfbTbjRSCVwNgW__OVoYxjQaoDiQSRy_YmqscuQrU1eO7uGVJVIzU9XJpgFGjMB6IwzwdJyRYQv5ldrmKexIWlxjgq-kC7StgEA/s1600/New+Multnomah+Hotel%252C+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwMyAkKXiFmOJbKR2SjCjclGUI7eB7HyQc8CXRfbTbjRSCVwNgW__OVoYxjQaoDiQSRy_YmqscuQrU1eO7uGVJVIzU9XJpgFGjMB6IwzwdJyRYQv5ldrmKexIWlxjgq-kC7StgEA/s400/New+Multnomah+Hotel%252C+Portland+Oregon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539533900436556834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"What and where was the Portland cyclorama?" </span><br />-Trivia question in the Oregonian, June 6 1927.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Its been awhile</span><br />since my last post. The usual summer frenzy was followed by a scare as our toddler had to have cataract surgery on his left eye. The months of check-ups, tests, second opinions and worry were not conducive to research and writing. The fine work of the Casey Eye Institute at OHSU has brought about a happy conclusion (!)<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ-qJvxDfVuLWTFJVuFtjHUbrq-KUZtz3AwFVb9IzriyTAyA5n7K-EKuDLmJ_0sUEFcomUzwviOOQtpNSoaKeasaRP7pnv6_PGQNaS8aE0bOuNP-UuM2s-QaiJrtn9sq3qY68geg/s1600/2010%252C+October+31+Portland+097.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ-qJvxDfVuLWTFJVuFtjHUbrq-KUZtz3AwFVb9IzriyTAyA5n7K-EKuDLmJ_0sUEFcomUzwviOOQtpNSoaKeasaRP7pnv6_PGQNaS8aE0bOuNP-UuM2s-QaiJrtn9sq3qY68geg/s400/2010%252C+October+31+Portland+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539535537617864786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">A surprising relic at the Elk's Children's Eye Clinic at the Casey Eye Institute, a stained glass window commemorating the grand Elks Convention of 1912, from the original Elks building at 7th (Broadway) and Stark, which I wrote about in "</span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.cafeunknown.com/2010/06/summer-extravaganza-1912-rose-festival.html">A Summer Extravaganza</a><span style="font-family:arial;">."</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ItmsEpC40Q3AyQIQNOsCd_tleruFwP8aiMNhJOJgKdtSI6iCgp95tQM3UIZu1EjB9vykVm50HWfUI4EL6z4DrQKVi8AZOufoFEjsMUafXj89aM7r2YA6E2zqOlhMR1svednV9A/s1600/img57214.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ItmsEpC40Q3AyQIQNOsCd_tleruFwP8aiMNhJOJgKdtSI6iCgp95tQM3UIZu1EjB9vykVm50HWfUI4EL6z4DrQKVi8AZOufoFEjsMUafXj89aM7r2YA6E2zqOlhMR1svednV9A/s400/img57214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539538740829396306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Be sure and check out </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Our Portland Story</span><span style="font-family:arial;">, a project that pairs essays by Portland writers about what they love about Portland with local designers to create a unique book that is great portrait of the city, just in time for the holidays. My essay, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Old Portland</span><span style="font-family:arial;">, is on page 46.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Available at </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780615377148-0">Powells</a><span style="font-family:arial;">, numerous local stores and </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://ourportlandstory.com/">direct</a><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-74673372815410180672010-07-18T10:49:00.000-07:002010-07-18T20:40:04.159-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />For the Love of Cars</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">We know how the story ends. Portland's first downtown, its iron-fronted steam punk version of an old European city, done in by apathy, bridge approaches, a freeway and most of all, surface parking lots. By the 1970s, less than thirty of the two hundred seventy cast iron buildings downtown remained. But how did it begin? When did Portland start to trade its most unique built feature for acres and acres of pay by the hour asphalt?</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSTWJPXIFWzU0mVioyNWwTYyDx708tlKxtg4REGeMCa9epRPLEPKF7xP-4JJa8c2ISj-eBQCRe5HE7M5vj6fTE_Df5geFT3mIFp5RHo5gNEbuFVNC8wldS_6npnbxEj_wsZ911w/s1600/Portland+Oregon+1968..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSTWJPXIFWzU0mVioyNWwTYyDx708tlKxtg4REGeMCa9epRPLEPKF7xP-4JJa8c2ISj-eBQCRe5HE7M5vj6fTE_Df5geFT3mIFp5RHo5gNEbuFVNC8wldS_6npnbxEj_wsZ911w/s400/Portland+Oregon+1968..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495306095800773378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Portland 1968, the city that parks. The site of the original downtown, looking south. Note the former Public Market building, surrounded by the Harbor Drive freeway, in the left upper corner during the final stages of demolition.</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >(click on images to expand)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHUDNYnMy2dEo9ebS2vyB25HauU5SY7sr08hqu8RvxxUJW1NyLP7DEF2I72bi9h2C1hywVVp9rVrsblZuNFKpoJEq72p1h4u_9COUqfiDi21ELPlxPd3DuxTX65XjTNLnxM0eog/s1600/Portland+Oregon+1935..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHUDNYnMy2dEo9ebS2vyB25HauU5SY7sr08hqu8RvxxUJW1NyLP7DEF2I72bi9h2C1hywVVp9rVrsblZuNFKpoJEq72p1h4u_9COUqfiDi21ELPlxPd3DuxTX65XjTNLnxM0eog/s400/Portland+Oregon+1935..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495307175164353682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The same area, this time looking to the north, in 1935. The brand new Public Market building is to the right.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Portland's ascendancy as "the Metropolis of the Pacific Northwest" was coincident with the rise of cast-iron as a building material for commercial structures. Viewed today as old fashioned, its manufacture allowed modular construction, modern in concept. Its vertical strength encouraged narrow supports permitting light filled spaces not previously possible. Local fabrication (for the most part) and the relative inexpensiveness of material allowed block upon block of ornate construction in a frontier city without the population to support the number of artisans required by traditional methods.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktXfBiC_QxPl7SA1gRcVO6Uszs_S55NIcvh1S9uqndPyi5K0Snhv9rc0PxwFe6q6myTQOtj436cVCbKqRAMJWjBiSraHTFZbaOr7ND-sGNRgwaYoobGunwJnhE08Kc4ntmLgn-g/s1600/Front+Avenue+toward+Ash.++Minor+White+photo.++Portland+Oregon+1939..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktXfBiC_QxPl7SA1gRcVO6Uszs_S55NIcvh1S9uqndPyi5K0Snhv9rc0PxwFe6q6myTQOtj436cVCbKqRAMJWjBiSraHTFZbaOr7ND-sGNRgwaYoobGunwJnhE08Kc4ntmLgn-g/s400/Front+Avenue+toward+Ash.++Minor+White+photo.++Portland+Oregon+1939..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495309460405146258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Front Avenue, looking towards Ash in 1939, Minor White photograph. Everything on the right was torn down to make Harbor Drive in the early 1940s. The Smith Block (1872) on the left is one of the few cast iron survivors on Front (the southbound lanes of Naito Parkway). It houses Waterfront Bicycle Rentals.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The era of cast-iron ended in 1889. Downtown shifted west, away from the river. The old "European section" would become known as the Wholesale or Commission District and was home to Chinatown, Japantown, a Gypsy community, second hand stores and Skid Road. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQKqPlXzTimnt9XmUf8PpMa759uF6EeY8BD9IPEs1MpRr8zFqrjvbXoEhgdT3desS1KJN6OY59ZPFr2HclKYFNfc67ZvwMy6rP2LkdwKmMnQ8bfXcF2pY861EY6oVpKr-YtGwyQ/s1600/Downtown+Portland+Oregon,+1935..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQKqPlXzTimnt9XmUf8PpMa759uF6EeY8BD9IPEs1MpRr8zFqrjvbXoEhgdT3desS1KJN6OY59ZPFr2HclKYFNfc67ZvwMy6rP2LkdwKmMnQ8bfXcF2pY861EY6oVpKr-YtGwyQ/s400/Downtown+Portland+Oregon,+1935..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495313007179155586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Portland in 1935. The cast-iron fronted riverside downtown blended into to brick and sandstone of its 1890s successor, centered on 3rd, followed to the west by the gleaming terracotta city center of the early twentieth century. A close examination finds three surface parking lots.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLtXROXY-LO_51QlHfeF5RMbhlhHUOHdaPC4vgDC4irAGF0s3XTodwFKSlRL9-Ote0YbhiYIxsjOzS8fp4MAY2Qg_C4dvtEW7t_aWV4uc86LqgFxOgNmxHpWh5XNpWO9x9lhU3Q/s1600/Labbe+Building.++The+Oregonian,+December+4+1933..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLtXROXY-LO_51QlHfeF5RMbhlhHUOHdaPC4vgDC4irAGF0s3XTodwFKSlRL9-Ote0YbhiYIxsjOzS8fp4MAY2Qg_C4dvtEW7t_aWV4uc86LqgFxOgNmxHpWh5XNpWO9x9lhU3Q/s400/Labbe+Building.++The+Oregonian,+December+4+1933..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495314284463030066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The December 4 1933 issue of the Oregonian announced the pending demolition of the Labbe Building on the north east corner of Second and Washington. Tenants were given thirty days to vacate the premises.<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"The building as it stands affords some classic examples of the building art of the day. The entrance halls, stairways and elevator shaft display fine hand carved woodwork, but one of the most striking things remaining is the letter box rows on each side of the entrance hall. These letter boxes look like dove coats, each with its frosted glass door and slot above the mail to be dropped into the proper place."</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">-The Morning Oregonian, December 4 1933.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkHTVJehZOuwiiz56C63wFw1FS6I1TPlN293BHEF-xZjCEqFdBT5Qf7h2ULtvfon3X6QJ5iSSmmfp3isDZYA4ZgfUNXKqbb7bEW3DVaXFpXA3YUzrX4Na_wTkOO2jHwFTAEw6FZg/s1600/Copy+of+Labbe+Block,+Built+1880.++corner+of+Washington+and+Second,+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkHTVJehZOuwiiz56C63wFw1FS6I1TPlN293BHEF-xZjCEqFdBT5Qf7h2ULtvfon3X6QJ5iSSmmfp3isDZYA4ZgfUNXKqbb7bEW3DVaXFpXA3YUzrX4Na_wTkOO2jHwFTAEw6FZg/s400/Copy+of+Labbe+Block,+Built+1880.++corner+of+Washington+and+Second,+Portland+Oregon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495320609298178066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Completed in 1880, the Labbe Building was the first four story commercial building in the city and the first with an elevator. It was designed by Warren H. Williams, whom a good portion of Portland's surviving cast-iron buildings are attributed to.<br /><br />The Labbe brothers: Blaise, Antoine and John arrived from France in 1863. In 1865 they started a grocery business at Second and Washington. Fifteen years later constructed their commercial building across the street. It was regarded as the center of business and professional life as well as housing Morse's Palace, the city's most prominent art gallery.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0jTOIRR0fauCFnblIsZupjxxCBZVt4RsQsC6M3aw_6DlD__kxYp5BN26yXT2BVP2_7eRh_3eVreL0O4dCuH-dh4zHieeHOjeL-7L2K916yEfpLYfo9COxZoiHDfWonLzayDS2Q/s1600/Washington+and+2nd,+Portland+Oregon,+1909..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0jTOIRR0fauCFnblIsZupjxxCBZVt4RsQsC6M3aw_6DlD__kxYp5BN26yXT2BVP2_7eRh_3eVreL0O4dCuH-dh4zHieeHOjeL-7L2K916yEfpLYfo9COxZoiHDfWonLzayDS2Q/s400/Washington+and+2nd,+Portland+Oregon,+1909..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495326013219070594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Pictures of the Labbe Building are hard to come by, but it appears to the far right with a red and white awning in a postcard from 1909. The next building on the right, across Second, is the Waldo Block, which still exists, (with modified upper windows) home to Mama Mia Trattoria.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The Oregonian article was mum on what was to replace the building. In the areal photograph from 1935, the site is a surface parking lot, marked by fresh white paint on the neighboring wall. It has been one ever since.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWeeCslSRMSFLvsQLCQ9z5jWeaUiuePSOBTIyKCz5UMekiqcobkCNquxfW3F1UhpG7l2ZfArBp9eFd9jCP21Ply4Rjr__QpWWHbS3vHkV1nL6gEqfN_6yBEiola0HQrA65FKmTw/s1600/Copy+of+Portland+1935.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWeeCslSRMSFLvsQLCQ9z5jWeaUiuePSOBTIyKCz5UMekiqcobkCNquxfW3F1UhpG7l2ZfArBp9eFd9jCP21Ply4Rjr__QpWWHbS3vHkV1nL6gEqfN_6yBEiola0HQrA65FKmTw/s400/Copy+of+Portland+1935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495332365654200738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The lot at Second and Washington is in the center of the picture. By the time of the photograph (1935) it had been joined a block to the north by a second lot on the site of the Wienhard Building (1872) on Second and Oak.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpBzXA5dj1SXlIXkX1N1hTDnukoCfakIyV34vR1g6w60VH5BAhfIMJTBsnjgVDBxNpYvvWmmjqsXsQoFAfcApadG_lFOG0zEzNK48e4pDBh0qasmYFbq1Tpj4JrVfRhoLOnyVWQ/s1600/2nd+and+Washington,+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpBzXA5dj1SXlIXkX1N1hTDnukoCfakIyV34vR1g6w60VH5BAhfIMJTBsnjgVDBxNpYvvWmmjqsXsQoFAfcApadG_lFOG0zEzNK48e4pDBh0qasmYFbq1Tpj4JrVfRhoLOnyVWQ/s400/2nd+and+Washington,+Portland+Oregon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495333468589708818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >2nd and Washington, 2010.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Just west of the old riverfront downtown, on Stark between Third and Fourth, was a third fresh surface parking lot in 1935, the site of the Chamber of Commerce Building.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpewN2Dr17v9Lr48fqDJIWXsjADn7KqDNeGqNgm35he8fszms7MN__jcyYJjQFWpqvhg5A9Pq2oSTEwaYXLuQs_kb715pR5GiymCPeb_hwPiPJkjA3v3PK-jZryZzstyG9OvinqQ/s1600/Chamber+of+Commerce+Building,+prior+to+1910+from+3rd+and+Stark.++Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpewN2Dr17v9Lr48fqDJIWXsjADn7KqDNeGqNgm35he8fszms7MN__jcyYJjQFWpqvhg5A9Pq2oSTEwaYXLuQs_kb715pR5GiymCPeb_hwPiPJkjA3v3PK-jZryZzstyG9OvinqQ/s400/Chamber+of+Commerce+Building,+prior+to+1910+from+3rd+and+Stark.++Portland+Oregon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495334319824897346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Built in 1893, the Chamber of Commerce Building was at the center of the new inland downtown developing on Third Street. Six stories high with a two story tower, it housed three banks on its first floor, a bowling alley, billiard rooms and a saloon. It featured an auditorium that was host to numerous political conventions and in 1905 was headquarters for the committee to organize the Lewis and Clark Exposition.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The lower floors of the building were submerged by the flood of 1894 and the top floors consumed by fire in 1906. Two additional stories were added in 1910, eliminating the tower.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbrCr1Bc4bLj1ncELRxWp7l4QiwSaFodtjRAkeJ5RDM2NzUrqPslib9s_FbNhFhH2M5fB_nlTBKw2ncnBE2mjfXsfouJ4IphkR5YungyHUXI6KhqJYXBcVN9o-KScDb7hSW2GILQ/s1600/Chamber+of+Commerce+Building,+post+1919+from+4th+and+Stark,+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbrCr1Bc4bLj1ncELRxWp7l4QiwSaFodtjRAkeJ5RDM2NzUrqPslib9s_FbNhFhH2M5fB_nlTBKw2ncnBE2mjfXsfouJ4IphkR5YungyHUXI6KhqJYXBcVN9o-KScDb7hSW2GILQ/s400/Chamber+of+Commerce+Building,+post+1919+from+4th+and+Stark,+Portland+Oregon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495335647716684018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >From Fourth and Stark, after the addition of two stories in 1910.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Shortly after its completion the building was foreclosed upon during the financial crisis of 1894. It had numerous owners before being purchased by the Spokane, Portland and Seattle Railway, who's St Paul based owners decided to demolish it in 1933.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"We have made a thorough examination of the possible uses of the building and found that the cost of modernizing would be too great and that it would be better to tear it down and prepare the ground for possible development of that district in the future."<br />-</span>Charles A. Hart, Attorney for the Spokane, Portland and Seattle Railway in the Oregonian. October 8 1933.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhblyUfYrn2nB6samwb2sYUQ9Q6z4FyfJAMMJa7at2ClFbO_WeBFpzs5P805poND7W0aDmp73XK_mR6PLMzfo2v6HRDt4C9YRQn8yX-N7KoQGQfe2TnZV-8uVnB7GU39YkR41IckQ/s1600/2010,+July+16+Portland+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhblyUfYrn2nB6samwb2sYUQ9Q6z4FyfJAMMJa7at2ClFbO_WeBFpzs5P805poND7W0aDmp73XK_mR6PLMzfo2v6HRDt4C9YRQn8yX-N7KoQGQfe2TnZV-8uVnB7GU39YkR41IckQ/s400/2010,+July+16+Portland+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495338858663553826" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Third and Stark, July 16 2010. Still waiting for that development.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The demolition of the Portland Hotel in 1950 can be said to have been our <a href="http://www.nyc-architecture.com/GON/GON004.htm">Penn Station</a> moment, when Portlanders began to realize the intrinsic value of what was being lost was greater than the short term gain brought by its replacement. An early voicing of the sentiment however can be found by reporter Don Giesy in the Oregonian, December 17 1933 writing about the Chamber of Commerce Building:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"The fact that the building is rich in history is of no consequence. That the building has tenanted a great many of our state leaders who have gained national prominence is of no import. Nor are we concerned with the almost human personality of the building. Were it standing in a European city, it would probably be used for 50 or 100 more years; but, to Impatient America, it is merely a symbol of a former era and is standing in the path of the juggernaut. Progress."<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMFrSlJkJSV-YwsKJk-eTHIFehQ1f2vfxdnz4p74v6eZAjgfbJAWBTEjIAdHkIX1xYK1cGYW5rUpvEHhAtYa_XpI9nDajBj85HqCyyL1b-zjNYJFwjxGcSPuNHn90xDLbze5Uvg/s1600/Fourth+and+Third+centered+on+Stark+Street,+Portland+Oregon,+1935..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMFrSlJkJSV-YwsKJk-eTHIFehQ1f2vfxdnz4p74v6eZAjgfbJAWBTEjIAdHkIX1xYK1cGYW5rUpvEHhAtYa_XpI9nDajBj85HqCyyL1b-zjNYJFwjxGcSPuNHn90xDLbze5Uvg/s400/Fourth+and+Third+centered+on+Stark+Street,+Portland+Oregon,+1935..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495342056527021682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The site of the Chamber of Commerce Building (center), a brand new lot in 1935. The newly revealed wall of the neighboring Sherlock Building finds use as a giant billboard for 7up.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The demolition of the Chamber of Commerce Building went on into 1935. A surface parking lot immediately followed. By then a cycle was in place. As more businesses left the old downtown, the time lag toward a downward adjustment in property taxes added to the expense of keeping a vacant building. Demolition removed the buildings from the tax rolls. The rewards of surface parking lots, initially seen as a low cost stop gap before new development, soon became apparent. Three quarters of a century later the first lots are still in place, as are the vast majority of those that followed.</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RhpQy-dmZ7CYbXhqZxYyKRSYsc-cxaWrxpMJoNC6N25tS3N9QikMe_XDQFNBLnUAzoR49k9u1o7EXrupOuHIhIXMTKo_SipV62MbBfLf8XxJXxg-kxeCf-imRBZqZYZvoLmdEQ/s1600/Front,+First+and+Washington+Portland+Oregon,+1939..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RhpQy-dmZ7CYbXhqZxYyKRSYsc-cxaWrxpMJoNC6N25tS3N9QikMe_XDQFNBLnUAzoR49k9u1o7EXrupOuHIhIXMTKo_SipV62MbBfLf8XxJXxg-kxeCf-imRBZqZYZvoLmdEQ/s400/Front,+First+and+Washington+Portland+Oregon,+1939..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495344686627420258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Four years later, in 1939, the lot on the site of the Labbe Block (partially visible at center, far left) has gained neighbors.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhXVzlhejTakYOKkzwdna58kE6OJur9gtXStZxPi7_c8is0-SAxg3Bc4nki-vux6PWBeUns04MYcL7Bzze2COcorq3J2s15LYTNs1T3ZkpllFQSP5MGRK4XAH6TwbrIksc3w7pA/s1600/Surface+lot+on+the+northwest+corner+of+2nd+and+Washington.++July+13+2010.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhXVzlhejTakYOKkzwdna58kE6OJur9gtXStZxPi7_c8is0-SAxg3Bc4nki-vux6PWBeUns04MYcL7Bzze2COcorq3J2s15LYTNs1T3ZkpllFQSP5MGRK4XAH6TwbrIksc3w7pA/s400/Surface+lot+on+the+northwest+corner+of+2nd+and+Washington.++July+13+2010.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495345328982598354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >July 2010. Close examination of the billboard shows that it is likely painted on a wall from the Labbe building, still pressed against its neighbor. If so, it is a final remnant.<br /><br /><br />but just maybe there is another...<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" > <span style="font-family:arial;">The Case of the Missing Weather Vane</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Stewart Holbrook, Northwest literary giant, wrote in his </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Down Portland By-Paths</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> column in the Oregonian on October 30 1934:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"Folks who depended on the weather vane on top of the now demolished Labbe Building to tell them which way the wind lay are missing it. Most of them I judge, had no particular reason for wanting to know; just a habit.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />It really was a swell vane. The spreadeagle which topped it was very lifelike. I discovered that when the building was torn down Antione Labbe* got the eagle and the vane. He tells me that after half a century the eagle, the arrow and the quadrant are all in excellent condition. He doesn't know whether or not it had been gilded since it was originally put in place, but the gold leaf is perfect.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />The old eagle must have served as a mark for sharpshooters at some time or other, for there are several holes in the bird, obviously made by rifle bullets.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />The eagle has a wingspread of 3 feet, the arrow is 4 feet long, and the entire vane stands 6 feet high. I asked Mr. Labbe what he was going to do with it. He said he thought he'd put it on top of his house. Wants to do something with it and that's probably where it will wind up, to tell Mr. Labbe and his neighbors how she blows.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Until somebody puts another vane in the district where Labbe Building used to stand, there will be people, a lot of them, who will have to find something else to look at every day."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">So where is it?<br /><br />A check with the city directory of 1934 gave me Antione Labbe's address. I went there and asked the current owner about it. There is no sign of the vane on the property. Did it perish in a war time scrap drive, or perhaps is buried in someones garage? Does it top another building to this day? If anyone knows, or if there are any descendants of the Labbe brothers who would like to talk with me about this, or another story that I am currently working on that pertains to the brothers, my email address is the letter d followed by my last name @comcast.net.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">*(the second Antione Labbe).<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In A Summer Extravaganza (alternate title; The Glorious Results of Too Much Time on eBay) I asked where the following picture was taken:<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy6hRa73jT5Yw2c0Lzh0YH-R7RR07pS2jqKtQ57pLIoHeJtNvp7PZo0ur50CWgI9i5oyF53XHSTVSqrfZKbkhn8FcUrSKweZfBidme6SKLYGMm5bsKuPvcn5cBbBqJoizTSfn_HQ/s1600/Elks+Parde,+July+1911.++11th+and+Morrison,+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy6hRa73jT5Yw2c0Lzh0YH-R7RR07pS2jqKtQ57pLIoHeJtNvp7PZo0ur50CWgI9i5oyF53XHSTVSqrfZKbkhn8FcUrSKweZfBidme6SKLYGMm5bsKuPvcn5cBbBqJoizTSfn_HQ/s400/Elks+Parde,+July+1911.++11th+and+Morrison,+Portland+Oregon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495359247985914882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >The answer: from an upper floor above Big Town Hero, on the corner of 11th and Morrison. Look closely, next to the middle stop light a small portion of the Baptist church tower that figures prominently in the 1911 picture nearly hidden by the building in front of it.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDb0mAbyo8u0PAn4g9H3TnFEVtRx7kEPFZTCSdn6kltpiZLLR5uuEEvN-BJslsokxm-ZrCGw2efnOJRA0qV_2hoVXRtyD1Z0a9ItHQ7NUrX1nvkNt2iLIXEhmcws37ozW6ra3ZeQ/s1600/10th+at+Morrison.++Portland+Oregon,+July+13+2010.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDb0mAbyo8u0PAn4g9H3TnFEVtRx7kEPFZTCSdn6kltpiZLLR5uuEEvN-BJslsokxm-ZrCGw2efnOJRA0qV_2hoVXRtyD1Z0a9ItHQ7NUrX1nvkNt2iLIXEhmcws37ozW6ra3ZeQ/s400/10th+at+Morrison.++Portland+Oregon,+July+13+2010.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495360554758918226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Now, lets go find that weather vane...</span> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-31460148714331621692010-06-30T20:15:00.000-07:002010-07-01T09:04:43.362-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />A Summer Extravaganza</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The 1912 Rose Festival began an extended celebratory season that reached its zenith in July, when two national delegations and thousands of revelers converged upon Portland. For seven days downtown was transformed, ablaze in light, with all the epic spectacle and impermanence of a Cecil B. DeMille studio back lot. </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQDVdLI7hmJdcfg_67Ro0jnnpXhHF1lbP__MoDqES7zKQ5Hn6jPdqH1l1HxYIiWZWZAKSm6eDh80v3ZJG162QJPoVNmGUUaM-V0RHNiZhvSSsYLV7jjMsOqUMw2ABzpdGQElLCCw/s1600/Court+of+Honor,+7ths+street+looking+north+at+Stark.++Portland+Oregon+1912..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQDVdLI7hmJdcfg_67Ro0jnnpXhHF1lbP__MoDqES7zKQ5Hn6jPdqH1l1HxYIiWZWZAKSm6eDh80v3ZJG162QJPoVNmGUUaM-V0RHNiZhvSSsYLV7jjMsOqUMw2ABzpdGQElLCCw/s400/Court+of+Honor,+7ths+street+looking+north+at+Stark.++Portland+Oregon+1912..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488773745654927506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks had selected Portland as the site of their national convention, their "Grand Reunion." The city responded with the largest civic extravaganza since the Lewis and Clark Exposition of 1905, a massive display of pageantry that reflected the importance of the fraternal order in the life of the city.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzdPDwPWqRVGRJOosWzt5m_MocgOOQMLsoF2jVRLwjj-kfgd9nckoGYV1mKZQ8eO9aUnepPAM84wYYtQbIpD1IKhTK8vdrk4u_tFbkdUozPTbbHhxiNTkdqx-_GjNSdd6N9YRF2w/s1600/Elks+convention+and+6th+Rose+Festival,+Portland+Oregon,+1912..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzdPDwPWqRVGRJOosWzt5m_MocgOOQMLsoF2jVRLwjj-kfgd9nckoGYV1mKZQ8eO9aUnepPAM84wYYtQbIpD1IKhTK8vdrk4u_tFbkdUozPTbbHhxiNTkdqx-_GjNSdd6N9YRF2w/s400/Elks+convention+and+6th+Rose+Festival,+Portland+Oregon,+1912..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488774961380731250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"Remember the Dates," the Rose Festival and the Grand Reunion.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OEtqdX3C6TVW3eTyzvfA8Q2BwzT5j-TTBcA1-2OYZYSB__cnbFkQB869VK93yDvGY59ODa_yIGjmagTXV0xBTHeFPzEvI5hSJyaOYavxiRsMbw4Q2ijQ3rwTtQxn0JpGVl4xGw/s1600/Elks+Building,+the+north+east+corner+of+7th+%28Broadway%29+and+Stark.++Demolished+early+1920s.++Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OEtqdX3C6TVW3eTyzvfA8Q2BwzT5j-TTBcA1-2OYZYSB__cnbFkQB869VK93yDvGY59ODa_yIGjmagTXV0xBTHeFPzEvI5hSJyaOYavxiRsMbw4Q2ijQ3rwTtQxn0JpGVl4xGw/s400/Elks+Building,+the+north+east+corner+of+7th+%28Broadway%29+and+Stark.++Demolished+early+1920s.++Portland+Oregon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488775696891422498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The Elks Building on the north east corner of 7th (later Broadway) and Stark. Today the corner is home to the United States National Bank building which was constructed in two sections, the first, that faces 6th, in 1917 and the second, that faces Broadway, (which necessitated the demolition of the Elks Building) in 1923.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"THOUSANDS IN CITY</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Railroads Report Between 85 and 100 Extra Trains"</span><br />-The Morning Oregonian, July 8 1912.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Representatives from the country's 1,260 lodges arrived by the trainload at Union Station. The delegates, collectively referred to as "Bill" were greeted by their Portland hosts. Accompanied by bands playing and the singing of the song <span style="font-style: italic;">Hello Bill</span>, they were paraded to their designated hotels. One hundred thirty five men and women from Sacramento alone were billeted at the Portland Hotel. Seventy five attendees from Chicago were based in the Imperial. At the Multnomah Hotel, the thunderous entrance of the delegation from LaGrande was said to have rattled the chandeliers. The arrivals were so frequent that the processions up 6th street were practically nonstop. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCnDvHGojAk8XucL8cQmTDP7Pb8mYZted_GORrjzK4F5IFn9nsQ_LlbbUldTTgtAjhSrgOR5nwkPjDYrcQNjv6zkOXkP7Nh6MrPdMe3NsEMZW9-2qOazg6XIecW4Drkl790G0Vw/s1600/suffragettes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCnDvHGojAk8XucL8cQmTDP7Pb8mYZted_GORrjzK4F5IFn9nsQ_LlbbUldTTgtAjhSrgOR5nwkPjDYrcQNjv6zkOXkP7Nh6MrPdMe3NsEMZW9-2qOazg6XIecW4Drkl790G0Vw/s400/suffragettes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488780418716609922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The Elks were not the only visitors. Into the maelstrom of riotous bonhomie arrived yet another cohort of true believers: the suffragettes. Hundreds of eastern delegates from the General Federation of Woman's Clubs convention held in San Francisco were returning home. At Union Station their special train was greeted by large crowds of Portland supporters who escorted them to the Multnomah Hotel for a week long stay in support of the Oregon campaign for Votes for Women.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5cu1bVEQNGzDIGERa7c1xvqJ2T8WEo46I-LQvEY6DGmLklfMbR7YFIBrnJoXxOmbIZuneLWz64wmg1vc_gNKchyrcsMJqpno3hJ9I01p5CEk-Rb9w6k34fsomzg5fcw_swEuyqg/s1600/Copy+of+2009+September+17+Portland+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5cu1bVEQNGzDIGERa7c1xvqJ2T8WEo46I-LQvEY6DGmLklfMbR7YFIBrnJoXxOmbIZuneLWz64wmg1vc_gNKchyrcsMJqpno3hJ9I01p5CEk-Rb9w6k34fsomzg5fcw_swEuyqg/s400/Copy+of+2009+September+17+Portland+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488781726839793890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The Multnomah Hotel (today known as the Embassy Suites) which hosted both the suffragette delegation and the chandelier shaking Elks from LaGrande.</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The next arrivals came by sea. The battleship USS Oregon, still decades away from its role as a Portland waterfront museum piece, arrived with its attendant flotilla to its own boisterous welcome.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEkbEhIPzLLw3nk2b3M3-sA_Vi71pNQzcQgFLWLmgIIHBQW-c2Httrw9ix6lFN8igyWkkKXNC_FcfnhEx-TrervwDDE_xkujaGXeLspBro8vZaJlOSOnkcz_Jyz_7NNxJLryAKQ/s1600/Battleship+Oregon+in+Portland+Harbor..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEkbEhIPzLLw3nk2b3M3-sA_Vi71pNQzcQgFLWLmgIIHBQW-c2Httrw9ix6lFN8igyWkkKXNC_FcfnhEx-TrervwDDE_xkujaGXeLspBro8vZaJlOSOnkcz_Jyz_7NNxJLryAKQ/s400/Battleship+Oregon+in+Portland+Harbor..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488783499046960946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">On the first day alone of its visit to Portland, five thousand visitors were ferried mid river to the battleship Oregon.<br /><br /><br /></span>Conventioneers, sailors, suffragettes and locals swarmed the city with crisscrossing synergy. The same decorated interurban cars of the Portland Railway Light and Power Company rushed the suffragettes to the Chautauqua Grounds in Milwaukie and the Elks to a truly gigantic barbecue at Oaks Park that was attended by 20,000. At the Taylor Street Methodist Church, young women chalked murals on the sidewalk to promote the suffragette cause to the morning crowds. Hotels, bars, restaurants and department stores hosted record crowds. Breweries ramped up production with special brews. The sailors did what the sailors do.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixL-VE-YQEdKcL7zAMjt9g4IqgHAdg9-VrQjdnSpQYir4UGr4MiFO7DUoJgRIB5SItswDtoMAp4RfkAquagPz_VpVFrb3K5LBSGWL5IST2IqkBtnNHRNrKzE9MYUJ6aXOQYvLecg/s1600/Milwaukie+Oregon+Chatauqua+building..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixL-VE-YQEdKcL7zAMjt9g4IqgHAdg9-VrQjdnSpQYir4UGr4MiFO7DUoJgRIB5SItswDtoMAp4RfkAquagPz_VpVFrb3K5LBSGWL5IST2IqkBtnNHRNrKzE9MYUJ6aXOQYvLecg/s400/Milwaukie+Oregon+Chatauqua+building..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488786531770315362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The giant onion dome of the Chautauqua Auditorium in Milwaukie hosted many suffragette activities during the week. Built in 1895, near the interurban line to Oregon City, it could hold three thousand people.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzHvCBthq2whrRqSa8TA-HBaLM0e04WY4QBGV2cKEj8jt0KTV_MguvAPofRttjlyJx3K0migtCMcUnVhv-j8zyna0hdhTUsvqOSSJ5fmei-1axM7SubiM2kJWQBBL-yogAuv8nQ/s1600/Taylor+Street+First+Methodist+Church.++Portland+Oregon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzHvCBthq2whrRqSa8TA-HBaLM0e04WY4QBGV2cKEj8jt0KTV_MguvAPofRttjlyJx3K0migtCMcUnVhv-j8zyna0hdhTUsvqOSSJ5fmei-1axM7SubiM2kJWQBBL-yogAuv8nQ/s400/Taylor+Street+First+Methodist+Church.++Portland+Oregon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488787177041181682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The Taylor Street Methodist Church on the south east corner of Third and Taylor. Prominent suffragette Frances Squire Potter addressed a large audience there Friday, July 12 1912. Young women spent the early hours of the morning chalking murals on the sidewalk in front of the church to draw attention to the issues and Potter's speech.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA8R6kYQvq4vB0WYQq89mOTajPQ07T7b_jWt4FbTSPTwLI1nenwxU2x_S6Ub2pP9KNrXpx_6SeZ11vokWoGN_ISey2cZNW-u6hDKsKesauxEUoGEOwj50vO5G6DgJzdHjIXNflUg/s1600/Hop+Gold+Beer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA8R6kYQvq4vB0WYQq89mOTajPQ07T7b_jWt4FbTSPTwLI1nenwxU2x_S6Ub2pP9KNrXpx_6SeZ11vokWoGN_ISey2cZNW-u6hDKsKesauxEUoGEOwj50vO5G6DgJzdHjIXNflUg/s400/Hop+Gold+Beer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488788289397962482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">An Oregonian advertisement for the Star Brewery's Hop Gold Beer, aimed at the Elks, aka "Bill."</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-family:arial;">(click on images to expand).</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTsvcb8mIBf6RTs8hsZRyj38u4DsotPb-EnkGkhmfyGFeJz19YoqkRclmI98DhGZMFq-3G4yE-eues-xFzJKaNIQBSuNnYvb5qMCl6usKPM42lEZhPX1zk1iQHaGRGxsVzTzA69Q/s1600/Morrison+at+Third_0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTsvcb8mIBf6RTs8hsZRyj38u4DsotPb-EnkGkhmfyGFeJz19YoqkRclmI98DhGZMFq-3G4yE-eues-xFzJKaNIQBSuNnYvb5qMCl6usKPM42lEZhPX1zk1iQHaGRGxsVzTzA69Q/s400/Morrison+at+Third_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488788971648366658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Convention week, looking west from the corner of Third and Morrison. Three blocks to the right towers the doomed Marquam Grand, four months prior to the collapse of its east side on November 21 1912. Extensive as they were, the street decorations paled in comparison to those further up town.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">At the center of everything was the Court of Honor, which enclosed four blocks, on 6th, 7th, Yamhill and Stark streets with rows of pillars topped with globes and strung with white and purple lights. At each corner it was bounded by large white arches.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgEhIR_ApHfMN9ZDywJDoHgKompCGn6m-4gdCdhH3yKa-7NptnawFViWNvuWZ1V5mobpzCgSb5htR6b0bpt0VE0N75CRW8wtJad1tUAt0nuMWHGUd-NFg8WogtL9JQaF-kTjwdA/s1600/Court+of+Honor+6th.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgEhIR_ApHfMN9ZDywJDoHgKompCGn6m-4gdCdhH3yKa-7NptnawFViWNvuWZ1V5mobpzCgSb5htR6b0bpt0VE0N75CRW8wtJad1tUAt0nuMWHGUd-NFg8WogtL9JQaF-kTjwdA/s400/Court+of+Honor+6th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488791351325885362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The south east corner of the Court of Honor, looking north on 6th Street at Yamhill. The Portland Hotel is to the left. The Pioneer Post Office (Courthouse) is to the far right. The gate at Stark street four blocks away can be seen in the distance.<br /><br /><br />"This is a sample of the electric decorations- there are block after block of. It is beautiful at night." </span>-a hand written message on the back of the post card above.<br /><br /><br /><br />The major buildings within and surrounding the Court of Honor were decorated with thousands of lights. The courtyard of the Portland Hotel featured "an immense circle of electric globe lights" that extended to the top of the building. The Wells Fargo building boasted a lit clock face, 72 feet in diameter, with the hands set at eleven o'clock, the hour of Elk's remembrance. The Yeon Building was bathed in purple light on its lower floors, white on the upper floors and "Hello Bill" lit from the roof. The Multnomah, Perkins and Imperial Hotels and the Lewis, Chamber of Commerce and Electric buildings were all noted for the lavishness of their decorations.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihzsDX7peHhOnxFMLdG17QsF5YdVlnc0ue3h453HSv4w_nScTIQbZYHvCoTby3u7atU1J7FtMRotB2ILEfIchanUTiwmOpeFUHDVUXC509EjQyXVa0Q_YlPjcqrVymWL8vQx0k8g/s1600/Jackson+Tower+and+the+Elks+Court+of+Honor.++Yamhill+and+7th,+Portland+Oregon,+July+1912..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihzsDX7peHhOnxFMLdG17QsF5YdVlnc0ue3h453HSv4w_nScTIQbZYHvCoTby3u7atU1J7FtMRotB2ILEfIchanUTiwmOpeFUHDVUXC509EjQyXVa0Q_YlPjcqrVymWL8vQx0k8g/s400/Jackson+Tower+and+the+Elks+Court+of+Honor.++Yamhill+and+7th,+Portland+Oregon,+July+1912..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488794941781736562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The Journal Building, aka Jackson Tower and the south west corner of the Court of Honor at Seventh and Yamhill.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJS8esA9WNED1_W6VVLCDw4MxpZBVnJdfgSOrAxzEqHWeLBnpRtlHb5KayVmsX1tP4hkTCNYac4ZgRvYBSe7bUlKBLlh8dD4PS1NxUb2LE8IHjUQGifyQ03cIZBqFSZAmMkZR3g/s1600/Elks+Building,+north+west+corner+of+the+Court+of+Honor.++Portland+Oregon+1912..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJS8esA9WNED1_W6VVLCDw4MxpZBVnJdfgSOrAxzEqHWeLBnpRtlHb5KayVmsX1tP4hkTCNYac4ZgRvYBSe7bUlKBLlh8dD4PS1NxUb2LE8IHjUQGifyQ03cIZBqFSZAmMkZR3g/s400/Elks+Building,+north+west+corner+of+the+Court+of+Honor.++Portland+Oregon+1912..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488795449096790274" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The Elks Building at the northwest corner of the Court of Honor, Seventh and Stark streets.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"The Elk's Lodge machinery grinds on." Committees met, elections were held. The true order of business though was revelry and pageantry as represented by processions and parades, small and large, impromptu and formal. Theater owner, impresario and future Portland mayor George Baker, true to his propensity to join <span style="font-style: italic;">everything</span>, was a high ranking local Elk. He was put in charge of the two epic productions that capped the convention week.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The first was a "electrical parade" that featured 18 illuminated floats (likely built from old streetcars and operated on tracks) held Wednesday evening and said to have been viewed by 250,000.<br /><br />It was followed on Friday by the Grand Review: ten thousand marching Elks and 28 bands on a five mile route that straddled both sides of the river and was viewed by 300,000 spectators.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"Under Fairest Skies 300,000 Turn Out as Fitting Climax to Close of Lodge Reunion - Eastern Members Amazed at Scene." </span><span style="font-family:arial;">-The Oregonian</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_oFABbjYb9UvjGosD-28rCz3Qah1dfMqU2N1cFE5g0IH0oXygeL3XIV_bqfbzMiNZTMkpxpco7Itvi3JXSp_wZpyZetrAENyNdAQFM5Eo6raNHIkMukVA2eAWOgtVX9ZTEfBJw/s1600/Elks+Grand+Reunion+Parade.++Portland+Oregon+1912..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_oFABbjYb9UvjGosD-28rCz3Qah1dfMqU2N1cFE5g0IH0oXygeL3XIV_bqfbzMiNZTMkpxpco7Itvi3JXSp_wZpyZetrAENyNdAQFM5Eo6raNHIkMukVA2eAWOgtVX9ZTEfBJw/s400/Elks+Grand+Reunion+Parade.++Portland+Oregon+1912..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488799578553151954" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The Grand Review marches down the Court of Honor.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5QMYX8AhS58FTN7GEAmDm7UEBCJyuurXWAdAJmEj8jm5MPYbD4AoNS6jixGSs6R3F2AeZKMArrWM8Bn-h8Bf0jjGuv85vEYRc8w4tnCesNufWR-tLu477kzx7RThW0PkLMkqHPQ/s1600/Ekls+Parade,+Portland+Oregon+1912..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5QMYX8AhS58FTN7GEAmDm7UEBCJyuurXWAdAJmEj8jm5MPYbD4AoNS6jixGSs6R3F2AeZKMArrWM8Bn-h8Bf0jjGuv85vEYRc8w4tnCesNufWR-tLu477kzx7RThW0PkLMkqHPQ/s400/Ekls+Parade,+Portland+Oregon+1912..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488800016710838514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVKn-VWdVcaEugSiu8C9rXToXG5khEl2vdDBtf0cJtcHFg7GJyQxg7ai9LFlDoGPiHyHDWTcNarraLitU-h1jV42s6NhXkGrstqLgG0q8LoRfb19qTNrUMsffFZNLMRzl8w-5y7A/s1600/Battleship+Oregon+float.++Elks+Grand+Reunion+Parade.++Portland+Oregon+1912..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVKn-VWdVcaEugSiu8C9rXToXG5khEl2vdDBtf0cJtcHFg7GJyQxg7ai9LFlDoGPiHyHDWTcNarraLitU-h1jV42s6NhXkGrstqLgG0q8LoRfb19qTNrUMsffFZNLMRzl8w-5y7A/s400/Battleship+Oregon+float.++Elks+Grand+Reunion+Parade.++Portland+Oregon+1912..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488800247804894018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Sailors from USS Oregon with a large (and accurate model) of their ship in the Grand Review.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmhQSoAitS4f4JYd9M8LwQlmd1yGtAsupmX2J0p_IaOQTi0JPJ1SMq6BslOncpXGn1mRnPjUttRUhEn3ZuMhhCVN-DWm-Zayoy4GeLqaOtvvLUGXSKvJGOhD_m5wm77oXJl4OyA/s1600/Parade.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmhQSoAitS4f4JYd9M8LwQlmd1yGtAsupmX2J0p_IaOQTi0JPJ1SMq6BslOncpXGn1mRnPjUttRUhEn3ZuMhhCVN-DWm-Zayoy4GeLqaOtvvLUGXSKvJGOhD_m5wm77oXJl4OyA/s400/Parade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488801868858868130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">(Winged ?!) Elks in the Grand Review. The building from where this picture was taken still exists. Borrowing a page from Dan Davis and his excellent <a href="http://vintageportland.wordpress.com/">Vintage Portland </a>site, can anyone comment on where the location is? The next post will have the answer, and a current picture of the same place.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQZZ3nKa-22MEROn0wP2m_0-FJnbv6ENTHCQwG0dwF0OVpUvWdkRMQCAG8fwiL4JCst_W5pVytTA9ffdPNylqDFZ4TxdGhXPYnVj5Q5w3QdFMX0TUiO44xrqxXcR73lUDo7hwUQ/s1600/2010,+June+24+Portland+099.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQZZ3nKa-22MEROn0wP2m_0-FJnbv6ENTHCQwG0dwF0OVpUvWdkRMQCAG8fwiL4JCst_W5pVytTA9ffdPNylqDFZ4TxdGhXPYnVj5Q5w3QdFMX0TUiO44xrqxXcR73lUDo7hwUQ/s400/2010,+June+24+Portland+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488804625298558258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">At the week's end the conventioneers, the visiting suffragettes and the sailors were departing with memories of a boisterous, frenzied, enchanted city.<br /><br />To Portlanders the experience was more ephemeral; the decorations came down, a new work week began. Soon there was not a trace of the luminous spectacle.<br /><br />Still, it was not likely soon forgotten. It is hard to imagine that is was not somewhat on the minds of those who conceived of <a href="http://www.oregonencyclopedia.org/entry/view/great_light_way_3rd_st_portland_/">"The Great Light Way"</a> on Third street less than two years later. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGfGtR6J4dD3C8apbHUFqaeKacRhK6NtIJLQunzr9z0RRCPkWafIdfogKJglgAijSJbLa7rjWzaAf_9VEeRJ66CkPPQ9DjOlSN87WX4Ctr1t3FTSfTvQEFqcqAVv7UlxKMNHXvA/s1600/The+Great+Light+Way,+Third+Street,+Portland+Oregon..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGfGtR6J4dD3C8apbHUFqaeKacRhK6NtIJLQunzr9z0RRCPkWafIdfogKJglgAijSJbLa7rjWzaAf_9VEeRJ66CkPPQ9DjOlSN87WX4Ctr1t3FTSfTvQEFqcqAVv7UlxKMNHXvA/s400/The+Great+Light+Way,+Third+Street,+Portland+Oregon..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488806789026258162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><br /><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-66839566826720293802010-05-04T09:03:00.000-07:002010-05-04T21:38:44.292-07:00<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><strong><br />Ducking the Questions</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;" ></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467446440182581474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 263px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjccnagLJ5GbfYIEE2MlVGCIUJdVgaiAqwIwjTuER3pR89t3JQEs8kK9evH3Z-6O_idIOlYd-x1Q2MfqCPGAK4PY5XESpNLmwQUlqGZ6Uo-NUnk978B6OBq8rMGeDM-1rldfLZ2mQ/s400/Copy+of+2009+August+21+025.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >It might be hard to get worked up about preserving the Kiernan Building (1916), aka the Dirty Duck, when a treasure such as the <a href="http://www.cafeunknown.com/2007/05/worth-saving-its-old-story-perhaps-best.html">Morris Marks House </a>dire status is still unresolved. But if only masterpieces are saved, what remains is history skewed away from everyday life.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >The Kiernan Building, on the corner of NW Third and Glisan, was recently approved for demolition by the city council to accommodate a new three to for story for the Blanchet House. The building is listed on the National Register of Historic Palaces as a contributing structure in the New Chinatown / Japantown Historic District, but it is part of a street scape whose history reveals a complexity beyond the simplification of Portland's "town" designations. </span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >The areas proximity to Union Station made it an early gateway to downtown for travelers. Industry and labor, to and from the forests and docks followed as did Japanese American merchants and later Chinese Americans displaced from Portland's original Chinatown along Second. During World War II African American shipyard workers lived at the Royal Palm Hotel on Third and Flanders. The Blanchet House and the Union Gospel Mission (in the former New Grand Central Hotel) established a decades long tradition of benevolence which continues to this day.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467486981332579266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 281px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq44phyphenhyphenPL28St9acP-SC4wTpbO-fqPaXMaJVPC_jI0I9CjjOrqa3ORObFIU_e5Si_T7LvMzcfHqmXM32XAtVl45_MavYV6Puta6L01ubmQqosdHWhS0XxThXufgxpTDMjZGdPzvA/s400/Royal+Palm+Hotel,+Portland+Oregon.++August+21+2009.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg" border="0" /><br /><em><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >The Royal Palm Hotel on Third and Flanders.</span></em> </p><p><br /></p><p></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><em>"History is inseparable from place. Its a complicated world, but when defined plainly, place is the stuff of memories, or all the sensory delights and fears connected to particular locations in time."</em> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >-Matthew Klingle, from <em>Emerald City, an Environmental History of Seattle.</em></span></p><p><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><em></em></span></p><p><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><em></em></span></p><p><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><em></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><em><br /></em></span></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em> </p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em> </p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em> </p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><p></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><p></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><p></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467487509698462754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 262px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHu_rlyejpH7JilZWwnZrlcYDMo6jF4F8r86RaGf1uY4FXb2BDzlXOifVgYYRVh6NCH5o5fcOktD7ER4Fo85HH4qsqsWAMdDqX2Ud_brptrWAYir8m9_yR3wv96sCPLJbW_rTWA/s400/Kiernan+Building,+Portland+Oregon.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><em></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><em></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ></span> </p><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ></span> </p><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ></span> </p><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >When completed in 1916, the Kiernan Building was a typical light industrial structure. It housed Roy Chekezoff & Sons Confectionery and the Western Machine Works as well as two small store fronts. Other business followed, such as Portland Welder's Supply and the Western Union Telegraph Company. </span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467455736745304466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 326px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ3fUtQVldDsn_dX0gPV4TVAUl0zBiK3A9qYaubXosulfVwyOvC03E3GUESKW45Q1EyM8easpHLa91Or1_q_TS36z8Bura0zSoTzyoZRQGp9r_8Vc-JEH84byH-_ttiGcT8XH4cg/s400/Copy+of+Kiernan+Building.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p><br /><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><em>Block #25 in 1950. The Kiernan Building, at the top right, houses Western Union, a machine shop and restaurant. Next door is a tent factory, Pike Tent and Awning. Note the Shasta Hotel on Glisan (now a vacant lot) whose name hearkens back to Portland being the furthest point north on the Southern Pacific's Shasta Route mainline. The Blanchet house (currently standing) is next door on the corner of 4th and Glisan. </em></span></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><br /><br /><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >The Dirty Duck Tavern was established in 1979. </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >In 1984 it was purchased by Gail Kennedy and opened to the Gay Community, with mayoral candidate Bud Clark as a guest bartender. Kennedy's grandmother, Erma Anderson, had ran Dinty Moore's, an early Portland gay bar in the 1950s, followed by Mama Bernice's in the 1960s and the Other Inn in the 1970s. It its twenty five years of operation, the Dirty Duck was a fundraising stalwart against the AIDS crises. When it lost its lease in 2009, the Dirty Duck was the longest lived gay bar in Portland in a single location. </span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >Also in the mid-1980s, in the space next door, Greg Sage, leader of Portland's great punk / post-punk band The Wipers built a recording studio where the albums such as <em>Land of the Lost</em> and <em>Straight Ahead</em> were recorded.</span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >When the Kiernan Building is demolished, more than bricks and mortar is being removed.</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467463815749868882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 313px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnaLHf6LoaeehnXoQlCzG1ffOgPEm4xyVigEypAmd2cYfF1w423dGhXsbJii-63VyaWsfgsEu52tYYUUCkLxuiQWQ65x6PzXLfGx-OMJAqLqBLxGsLC30IIJjNyJGvly12P99gPg/s400/CS02475.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><em><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >The Kiernan Building with the Dirty Duck and Pike Tent and Awning in October 1980. Pike Tent and Awning, an example of very early construction on Third, lasted into the mid 1980s. Photo courtesy of Thomas Robinson, </span><a href="http://www.historicphotoarchive.com/"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >Historic Photo Archive</span></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >.</span></em><br /><br /><p><em><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><p></p><p><br /><br /></p><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><em>"We are not removing something significant; removing the blight would be quite helpful."</em> -Architect Joe Pinzone, who is designing the new Blanchet House to be built on the site of the Kiernan Building. The Oregonian, February 4 2010.</span></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><br /><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >The 4 to 1 city council vote (Amanda Fritz, the sole vote against demolition) opens up a number of questions:</span></p><br /><p></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >What does it say about Portland's green commitment when the surface parking lot next to the Kiernan Building, on long term lease to the city, remains a surface parking lot instead of a site for the new Blanchet House?</span></p><br /><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >Could the Kiernan Building had at least been partially incorporated into the new development?</span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >What will be the effect on Portland's historic fabric, now that the precedent of demolishing contributing structures in historic districts is established?</span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >Is Portland so smitten with LEED ratings and new construction as to overlook the value of the embodied energy (the energy and materials used to extract, transport and build) in pre-existing structures?</span></p><p></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" >For all our talk of sustainability, does Portland like to wear green only when it is sexy?</span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><em></em></span></p><p><em><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></em></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><em>I'll be hosting a history talk at <a href="http://www.mcmenamins.com/events/search/Any?start_date=05/25/2010">McMenamins Edgfield</a> for the <a href="http://www.oregonencyclopedia.org/">Oregon Encyclopedia </a>on Tuesday May 25, at the Power Station Theater, at 6:30, all ages welcome. The topic is "The Third Streeters and the Great Light Way" a version of the program I did in October for the <a href="http://www.visitahc.org/">Architectural Heritage Center</a>. It is the story of downtown Portland's move west, with lots of pictures. </em></span></p><br /><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><em></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><em><br /></em></span></p><br /><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><em></em></span></p><br /><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><em>The Wipers, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvSEhJ4Gnw8">Land of the Lost</a>, recorded in the Kiernan Building in 1986. </em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><em></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><em></em></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><em></em></span></p><em></em><p><br /><br /></p><p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ></span></p>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-74259037821597233992010-04-18T08:26:00.000-07:002010-05-04T21:24:03.322-07:00<div></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Relics, found and otherwise (Part 1)</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">On NW First Avenue, between Couch and Davis near the old Import Plaza Building sits a shin level mystery.</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3ZeVXfwB-NsYhmyBI5ex2lG2GxfPjvFO6N70CQxhHa1JgsZQXTixOjeMMk8yMZr5E6SNjid1fubLaALEwGrZkYKb4ApK6vWv2GtROGP6B2kfXmTyF3lgg1y2i0VL_9lyGH7cQw/s1600/Copy+of+2009,+October++18+2009+Portland+030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3ZeVXfwB-NsYhmyBI5ex2lG2GxfPjvFO6N70CQxhHa1JgsZQXTixOjeMMk8yMZr5E6SNjid1fubLaALEwGrZkYKb4ApK6vWv2GtROGP6B2kfXmTyF3lgg1y2i0VL_9lyGH7cQw/s400/Copy+of+2009,+October++18+2009+Portland+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467608497293859074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >It is too low to work as a bench, too high to be part of the planter that borders it. The inscription: GRAND-CENTRAL, suggests a railroad station.<br /><br />This in a way is correct. The New Grand Central was a hotel that once towered over Third and Flanders, near Union Station. The sandstone piece is one of a surprising number of Portland relics hidden in plain sight.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQVURRq8bGko5nSfPDFK1ruzF72YNIPi5q7GnKVkLTEXQXZsZADwj6p9I_xh2ED8huOumqAaaOedBebWGyFkLy8Cs-LaiGy0EU_VqLO_u0Wcj3JYmf6sWDsq5wuPRD5mxnJ2Z9w/s1600/3rd+street+slides003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQVURRq8bGko5nSfPDFK1ruzF72YNIPi5q7GnKVkLTEXQXZsZADwj6p9I_xh2ED8huOumqAaaOedBebWGyFkLy8Cs-LaiGy0EU_VqLO_u0Wcj3JYmf6sWDsq5wuPRD5mxnJ2Z9w/s400/3rd+street+slides003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467609596132457746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Click on pictures to expand. Photo courtesy of the Architectural Heritage Center.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">When completed in 1892 by beer mogul Henry Weinhard, the New Grand Central Hotel, on the corner of 3rd and F street, was ideally situated for arrivals from Portland's still under construction Grand Central Passenger Station (Union Station was more a descriptive term than a proper name at the time) and the steamship docks on the Willamette River. The area was a gateway to Portland for travelers, where City and Suburban Railway streetcars descended from the original Steel Bridge into the evolving hotel district to continue downtown on Third Street.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9l6avuJl62HJQAcvWiyUJNRzS77TumX1KwdZdfVhc8wjcyawKHGHx6Of2u-Y9WerfFLbnZ4i44XEL8F_skFPaX6SMH1usy5PTTJaVIWAthH6GLfFsumX-HW8AV8qDghYWkx0wNg/s1600/2009,+September+25+Portland+060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9l6avuJl62HJQAcvWiyUJNRzS77TumX1KwdZdfVhc8wjcyawKHGHx6Of2u-Y9WerfFLbnZ4i44XEL8F_skFPaX6SMH1usy5PTTJaVIWAthH6GLfFsumX-HW8AV8qDghYWkx0wNg/s400/2009,+September+25+Portland+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467611393497086242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The five story building was designed by architect Henry Hefty (see </span><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.cafeunknown.com/2009/09/peripheral-explorations-it-shows-up-in_21.html">Peripheral Explorations</a><span style="font-family:arial;">) in the prevailing Romanesque revival style. It featured a decorative tower and all the modern accouterments of the day.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">"The New Grand Central contains 142 handsomely furnished rooms, a well furnished office, an attractive dinning room, bar and barber shop, electric lights and elevator. Artesian water and steam heat are supplied throughout the house."</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">-The Oregonian's Handbook of the Pacific Northwest, published in 1894.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnc2B6C98wE-MFkBhNc6hwI6_4aJ4FdGF2cbcuxzH9JbEJL6TsEX9OTVrPIvtcgKMI2HfgvhZHUOqTEHJe0pESe_btX9oH2FH3EcBzpoPevaQUoGKeBhXIYlL9G3qMigWBb8wRYQ/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnc2B6C98wE-MFkBhNc6hwI6_4aJ4FdGF2cbcuxzH9JbEJL6TsEX9OTVrPIvtcgKMI2HfgvhZHUOqTEHJe0pESe_btX9oH2FH3EcBzpoPevaQUoGKeBhXIYlL9G3qMigWBb8wRYQ/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467616148649453554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Looking east on Flanders, towards the new Steel Bridge, post-1915 with an arch from "The Great Light Way" over the intersection at Third. The Royal Palm Hotel in the foreground still exists.<br /><br /><br /></span><br />Nearly a quarter century later, by 1915, Portland's luxury hotels were concentrated downtown, while hotels near Union Station, such as the New Grand Central, Hoyt, Royal Palm, Del-Mae-Joe and the <a href="http://www.centralcityconcern.org/golden-west-intro.html">Golden West </a></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">(the only hotel in Portland open to African Americans) catered to travelers of more modest means.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Downtown was moving west, away from its 1890s center on Third Street. In response, the street's merchants banded together to create <a href="http://www.cafeunknown.com/2009/03/rise-and-fall-of-great-light-way-1890s.html">"The Great Light Way"</a> of lit arches on Third from Glisan to Yamhill, to provide an attraction to arrest downtown's drift.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">North of Burnside, Portland's Japantown, or Nihonmachi, had coalesced between NW Second and Fifth streets. Japanese American businessman T. Yuasa leased the New Grand Central from the Weinhard estate, renovated it and renamed it the American Hotel.<br /><br />Hotel operation was an attractive business for Japanese immigrants as it provided both a livelihood and a place for their families 30 Japanese American hostelries north of Burnside. </span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">"Building leased for a term of years by T. Yuasa: Since the installation of the arches at the intersection of the streets on Third Street, a rejuvenation of this thoroughfare is indicated by the lease of the five story building. ...It has heretofore been known as the New Grand Central Hotel. The building was constructed in 1892 and is one of the landmarks of that section of Portland. It is held that this marks the beginning of a new era for this particular section of Third."</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">-The Oregonian, June 1915.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eGvCB2IQDPeJMx80MwWtqsPBn9BMNfo61uQ-VC7FhwdihIy1buDPm_NmoRDxcE5LDSwdSLLCRXcr12Vyvbuk-ZNYAkTU66U4sF2QGAwd5TzzwnyyQDXPXadP71YE-hEmbTXHGw/s1600/2010,+March+6+175.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eGvCB2IQDPeJMx80MwWtqsPBn9BMNfo61uQ-VC7FhwdihIy1buDPm_NmoRDxcE5LDSwdSLLCRXcr12Vyvbuk-ZNYAkTU66U4sF2QGAwd5TzzwnyyQDXPXadP71YE-hEmbTXHGw/s400/2010,+March+6+175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467621872071756258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Japanese born immigrants (Issei) were barred from owning real estate. To operate a hotel, they either had to purchase it in the name of one of the U.S. born children, or lease, as T. Yuasa did. Although the opening of Yuasa's establishment was written up by the Oregonian as evidence of revitalization along "The Great Light Way," the public face of the hotel was that of clerk W.H. O'Donald in this advertisement from the Portland City Directory of 1915.</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZsBNs6ktE0OK_LF2o5KIEc4i4JvOEsbhbVxfdy_6_58H8tah7j-Elc1J6_FLV73-xDOXGSqq-9f86soBShko_oREVXc98mA0mUaNrOakqLx0D1bLcDl1WDEb2B1ozfxWjiW19w/s1600/532@N_W_3rd&Everett13June1948(reroute).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZsBNs6ktE0OK_LF2o5KIEc4i4JvOEsbhbVxfdy_6_58H8tah7j-Elc1J6_FLV73-xDOXGSqq-9f86soBShko_oREVXc98mA0mUaNrOakqLx0D1bLcDl1WDEb2B1ozfxWjiW19w/s400/532@N_W_3rd&Everett13June1948(reroute).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467623185358037154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">A 1948 view looking north on Third with a flood detoured Mt. Tabor streetcar and the American Hotel. The wooden building is shown in the 1889 Sanborn Insurance atlas as the St. Lawrence Hotel. </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Photo courtesy of Sheldon Perry.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The American Hotel's proprietors changed frequently throughout the 1920, before settling on Joseph Grimm, who operated it from 1935 to 1950. During World War II, the neighboring Royal Palm Hotel was opened to African American shipyard workers as wartime housing. It is not known if the American Hotel was utilized likewise.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5mpkaPD8F4nW3RtFA_KU24TUGTAiHUYb-8bqQtWAqJ-3nEsPI3VBl1-HNbF8ye8vNovuHBBbeP2n-DRNgkM97bt1TExEhl8xLq_nN87L84El7FoKlG-9K2sy3SmJkV8OIsgEgA/s1600/Copy+of+3rd+street+slides002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5mpkaPD8F4nW3RtFA_KU24TUGTAiHUYb-8bqQtWAqJ-3nEsPI3VBl1-HNbF8ye8vNovuHBBbeP2n-DRNgkM97bt1TExEhl8xLq_nN87L84El7FoKlG-9K2sy3SmJkV8OIsgEgA/s400/Copy+of+3rd+street+slides002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467624893907763074" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >By the time this photograph was taken in the early 1970s, the building's tower had long been removed. -Courtesy of the <a href="http://www.visitahc.org/">Architectural Heritage Center</a>.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >In 1950 the building was sold to the Union Gospel Mission who operated it as their Friendly Home until 1973. It then sat largely vacant until being demolished in 1978.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmd_UNAi27IqqoLPyBvtcHg2wAglh5fsQa1U2k0fD7X0vhviwT8UFIQO6c5vyONJaB1ZiM9C6acIWhyqrKZkVxMK8xCCnx7foRyy4L1ntSzT5Q-N_jQzJi2Dm2fCQ5veBYDaRsWQ/s1600/2010,+April+8+006+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmd_UNAi27IqqoLPyBvtcHg2wAglh5fsQa1U2k0fD7X0vhviwT8UFIQO6c5vyONJaB1ZiM9C6acIWhyqrKZkVxMK8xCCnx7foRyy4L1ntSzT5Q-N_jQzJi2Dm2fCQ5veBYDaRsWQ/s400/2010,+April+8+006+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467626209420174898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Undated newspaper clipping from the Multnomah County Library's collection, circa mid 1970s.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The story would usually end there. Another part of old Portland, gone, without a trace.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">However, three decorative fixtures, including the Grand Central sandstone block survived, along with a small segment of wall that bordered the parking lot that replaced the building. The pieces were acquired by the Portland Friends of Cast-Iron group, who were repatriating cast-iron remnants throughout the Skidmore Oldtown and Yamhill Historic Districts. They came to the attention of Bill Naito who was pursuing his vision of a revitalized Old town that built upon the areas history.<br /><br />Bill Naito obtained the three fragments for use as decorative elements in the neighborhood. The Grand Central sandstone blocks he placed on the lot of his Import Plaza store, at the north east corner of First and Couch.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOEIkgG1EG9tYITN2cpfzMSN3Xj1YkK78KycGhxpGBIXFpH1sA6G73I3cPYjyAyPgzYPkByaXGll2MNkV-wVn5SM9pBcCDdy_oIOh4fp4AmDpKwVfoDU6wNzB7bwiRc5EpgN9zpw/s1600/Copy+of+2010,+January+10+Portland+024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOEIkgG1EG9tYITN2cpfzMSN3Xj1YkK78KycGhxpGBIXFpH1sA6G73I3cPYjyAyPgzYPkByaXGll2MNkV-wVn5SM9pBcCDdy_oIOh4fp4AmDpKwVfoDU6wNzB7bwiRc5EpgN9zpw/s400/Copy+of+2010,+January+10+Portland+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467629145248214610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDUsEehWAFngRNDxHVSrJLwefuu8MMHyCrlOUejm5udt6ePPdSkdtugo_Zv53IkXZhIBRQe8U9mbOJS9PhXi9kq03pqMTuDF6vzZs8ylpwPRfUO0kgZq6LndVJ4fR5ShIN1zzAg/s1600/2010,+March+7+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDUsEehWAFngRNDxHVSrJLwefuu8MMHyCrlOUejm5udt6ePPdSkdtugo_Zv53IkXZhIBRQe8U9mbOJS9PhXi9kq03pqMTuDF6vzZs8ylpwPRfUO0kgZq6LndVJ4fR5ShIN1zzAg/s400/2010,+March+7+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467629376728336338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />It is not known if Bill Naito's interest in the pieces was just for their age, or if he knew of the old hotel's association with Portland's Japantown. A comparison of the Grand Central blocks with his sign on the Import Plaza building suggests that it might have had some extra meaning for him.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2suR6Eu2SmxwlIUMscT4MlbRhaPRXXngZRusGc1rZkiBEtnGRNlmy4wilkmpCsU8nPID-W05uLwyBNio3cDpc35sd0gA3jOzczdWQee8gApo0dp_PHPspRSpkB0_ZW3Hd-QUX9Q/s1600/Copy+of+2009,+October++18+2009+Portland+036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2suR6Eu2SmxwlIUMscT4MlbRhaPRXXngZRusGc1rZkiBEtnGRNlmy4wilkmpCsU8nPID-W05uLwyBNio3cDpc35sd0gA3jOzczdWQee8gApo0dp_PHPspRSpkB0_ZW3Hd-QUX9Q/s400/Copy+of+2009,+October++18+2009+Portland+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467630404369124098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTxkIId4ULIuEmCmBs0eaNGBXR22lCPdnb0y8GrCfGT-Jn_qReoYFByV2jxsNpcKy7AHRR5kneKFw4Z0TADVoy86OnCtm8YWgOu9Zlxt5R2RKunLAOYeH6B_ZJ-4AIhv_iXky_Q/s1600/Copy+of+2009,+October++18+2009+Portland+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTxkIId4ULIuEmCmBs0eaNGBXR22lCPdnb0y8GrCfGT-Jn_qReoYFByV2jxsNpcKy7AHRR5kneKFw4Z0TADVoy86OnCtm8YWgOu9Zlxt5R2RKunLAOYeH6B_ZJ-4AIhv_iXky_Q/s400/Copy+of+2009,+October++18+2009+Portland+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467630611383652546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The other two pieces from the New Grand Central were placed in a nearby alley of Couch, between First and Second, where they can be accessed through Floyd's Coffee Shop.<br /><br />The remaining wall segment of the old hotel was finally demolished in the late 1990s for the construction of the Classical Chinese (now Lan Su) Garden.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Part 2 of Relics, found and otherwise to follow).<br /><br />Thanks to Portland's own Architectural Heritage Center for use of the color photographs of the New Grand Central building, Brandon Spencer-Hartle for<br />pointing out the sandstone blocks to me, and Bill Hawkins for telling me how they got there.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xFFytFoHfEqSHOaHWfWVmHlMbNTMUR2HdcyWy7lmhv4KDFs5ZnYtDm1R6-UIHuuEptoh6FQgyHelcEO2JezmJFb-x6lysxJS7S8IiO7TCQuyEs8BJg3GDZNs-aiSOsenbWZIgQ/s1600/Copy+of+2010,+January+10+Portland+029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xFFytFoHfEqSHOaHWfWVmHlMbNTMUR2HdcyWy7lmhv4KDFs5ZnYtDm1R6-UIHuuEptoh6FQgyHelcEO2JezmJFb-x6lysxJS7S8IiO7TCQuyEs8BJg3GDZNs-aiSOsenbWZIgQ/s400/Copy+of+2010,+January+10+Portland+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467632345534891890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Updates, Log jams, Good and Bad News...<br /><br /><br /></span><span>First the bad news. The theme of this article is relics that are hidden in plain sight (and some, surprisingly absent). Sadly the New Grand Central sandstone blocks were not hidden enough. During the time spent researching this post it was vandalized - pushed over, and now is in three, instead of two pieces. The damage is largely to hits patina, nothing another ten years of moss will not cure. The break is clean and seamless. The fact that it is face down probably protects it from further attention. It needs help and protection. Perhaps a better spot for it is in the safely locked courtyard / alley that holds its former companions.<br /><br />I am happy to be a clearinghouse for information, ideas and concerns regarding efforts to restore and protect the pieces. My email address is my first initial, d followed by my last name (see profile) @comcast.net.<br /><br /><br />This post was too long coming. It kept growing, both the main article and smaller related pieces. I decided the best thing to do was to break it up. Part 2 will follow but I can not guarantee it will be the next one, as other posts line up at the gate. I think a course change is in order, with smaller, more frequent posts to gain prominence. Watch this space.<br /><br />The good news: It looks like the David Campbell Memorial (previous post) is safe, at least from being parted out. It to has been recently vandalized (tagged) but has been repaired.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-fsvkfBS7WOSrlwZ5Vj1-16IZc-40GU6Oo9_Hfu-jmNMhhuegUiVcc7UtbXvrp_7ijOSFwb1rigYnTEwU2gX2r3tvlGdTthTe4zPii8cHNJNqPRFd8b3ldIJYip8UxWJtdnQCNQ/s1600/Burnside+%26+Sandy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-fsvkfBS7WOSrlwZ5Vj1-16IZc-40GU6Oo9_Hfu-jmNMhhuegUiVcc7UtbXvrp_7ijOSFwb1rigYnTEwU2gX2r3tvlGdTthTe4zPii8cHNJNqPRFd8b3ldIJYip8UxWJtdnQCNQ/s400/Burnside+%26+Sandy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467635434661492370" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span>Finally, recently I showed up on KATU Channel 2 news to talk about the late "intersection from hell" at Sandy, Burnside and 12th. KATU has an article and clip <a href="http://southeastportland.katu.com/content/stretch-sandy-blvd-closes-forever">here</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-86147685228153712232010-01-31T11:14:00.001-08:002010-01-31T20:10:08.020-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Two Fountains</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_BPdIgjsb4y3q5OsJja7biavg5N_jloiMmkRZQ4vdDJjLWX6kq3y2V0tm8nbI8LNfIiiQbb71BYG5W-79JxO4qd5YikTKIIzC2jbxe8rt86LlhyayFSuclnN4ySgrEnlUkBE7Q/s1600-h/2010,+January+23+Portland+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx_BPdIgjsb4y3q5OsJja7biavg5N_jloiMmkRZQ4vdDJjLWX6kq3y2V0tm8nbI8LNfIiiQbb71BYG5W-79JxO4qd5YikTKIIzC2jbxe8rt86LlhyayFSuclnN4ySgrEnlUkBE7Q/s400/2010,+January+23+Portland+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432984623528713122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">It is our lot, those of us who care about conserving Portland's treasures, to play defense.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMA-WP3AdtZivxp8CGuCXYtiXwzjNG0np5uslyhQaIMHyAFGAy7kzhpuLGwtk53thBBwDNfGs-uy41k0qw5H5CIzb3VwcifD-9ejpw4cXRH9g50w_12ilEeBCWNw0p9fRqaPHRg/s1600-h/The+Shemanski+Fountain,+Portland+Oregon.++January+25+2010..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdMA-WP3AdtZivxp8CGuCXYtiXwzjNG0np5uslyhQaIMHyAFGAy7kzhpuLGwtk53thBBwDNfGs-uy41k0qw5H5CIzb3VwcifD-9ejpw4cXRH9g50w_12ilEeBCWNw0p9fRqaPHRg/s400/The+Shemanski+Fountain,+Portland+Oregon.++January+25+2010..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432984968550032818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The Shemanski Fountain, built in 1926, a gift from Joseph Shemanski, a Polish immigrant, to the city that showed him kindness.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br />On the night of April 25 2007 vandals attempted to steal the statue, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Rebecca at the Well</span><span style="font-family:arial;">, within the Shemanski Fountain in the Park Blocks. The statue's base held, but the fountain was heavily damaged. Months of restoration work followed. Since being repaired the fountain was damaged again, this time by metal thieves looking to cash in from selling its fixtures. Today it bears the marks of recent tagging.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYXBWMI-Ks3xooxEm2nsR8rT9_EeX_7Y5EUCbmKv9s9PQVEAWgPdhMd3IzpVDB1GB0uWiUzkfcZawUSvI9AvBy7VXGhoZ2YtqyW5yihiI3-Y7bRXE03C3Xm9batlFTgusaXAfKw/s1600-h/2010,+January+29+Portland+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYXBWMI-Ks3xooxEm2nsR8rT9_EeX_7Y5EUCbmKv9s9PQVEAWgPdhMd3IzpVDB1GB0uWiUzkfcZawUSvI9AvBy7VXGhoZ2YtqyW5yihiI3-Y7bRXE03C3Xm9batlFTgusaXAfKw/s400/2010,+January+29+Portland+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432986268205672946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The incidents highlight the disturbing vulnerability of our public heritage resources to those tone-deaf to anything but their own impulses. Possible solutions, barriers or relocation are unacceptable; to protect Portland's communal historic places from vandals and thieves can present challenges to their very nature as shared space.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">To protect them from Portland's government might be harder still.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkDodWuI3uIV5qXLt7sXSuYIFI6yrMb_CY1gXv3Yt1vEJtGWTFwJAG2cL9YSpaqtYsNqteIbil9xKvkTioJrnV4vB304iSvdI8FQxHK3-y8feVDvGqEXGcVFMbdJ2CGp7q2q4lKQ/s1600-h/The+David+Campell+Memorial+in+Portland+Firefighters+Park.++Portland+Oregon,+January+25+2010..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkDodWuI3uIV5qXLt7sXSuYIFI6yrMb_CY1gXv3Yt1vEJtGWTFwJAG2cL9YSpaqtYsNqteIbil9xKvkTioJrnV4vB304iSvdI8FQxHK3-y8feVDvGqEXGcVFMbdJ2CGp7q2q4lKQ/s400/The+David+Campell+Memorial+in+Portland+Firefighters+Park.++Portland+Oregon,+January+25+2010..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432988290077291186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >At the intersection of SW 18th and Burnside in Portland Firefighter's Park is another fountain, the David Campbell Memorial, which faces threats even more immediate and dire than those pitted against the Shemanski Fountain. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfgnHmAxRXxlYYz_1250dBEv-BrJF1WVWC_5x3tXAXaYa-BhsWDUjqo4ubakBhskOftTzyWJlCuz9hwFsAvZna03T9H0k10ZbL9k0rzW7tyTtVnFJZD0BIDczcHKLeTJzhrq5Gw/s1600-h/Union+Oil+fire,+Portland+Oregon,+June+26+1911.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfgnHmAxRXxlYYz_1250dBEv-BrJF1WVWC_5x3tXAXaYa-BhsWDUjqo4ubakBhskOftTzyWJlCuz9hwFsAvZna03T9H0k10ZbL9k0rzW7tyTtVnFJZD0BIDczcHKLeTJzhrq5Gw/s400/Union+Oil+fire,+Portland+Oregon,+June+26+1911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432989499479767250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The Union Oil fire, June 26 1911. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">-<span style="font-style: italic;">From</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > <a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780738548838-0">Portland Fire and Rescue</a> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >b</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >y Brian K. Johnson and Don Porth, Arcadia Publishing.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">On June 26, 1911, Portland's Fire Chief, David Campbell was directing the response to a massive fire at the Union Oil Company on the southeast corner of Water and Salmon in south east Portland. The fire, fed by abundant fuel, was so large that it attracted crowds to the area estimated by the Oregonian at ten thousand. As the structure weakened, retreat was called. David Campbell entered the building to make sure there were no longer firefighters within. A huge explosion brought the wall down that killed him.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcC263vpcicEKZ-o6-l4Sg0IpjgOQfNe_l2vri7HdSJezMJloIaQwdPbgHke3uetEF_7mdEFTP88XiVZ3DcVSwfP87Xsyw5EuB2VNdVnz9ja4_z7ZQ358YUc6ize5kkoZouAJMtw/s1600-h/SE+Water+and+Salmon.++Portland+Oregon,+January+25+2009.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcC263vpcicEKZ-o6-l4Sg0IpjgOQfNe_l2vri7HdSJezMJloIaQwdPbgHke3uetEF_7mdEFTP88XiVZ3DcVSwfP87Xsyw5EuB2VNdVnz9ja4_z7ZQ358YUc6ize5kkoZouAJMtw/s400/SE+Water+and+Salmon.++Portland+Oregon,+January+25+2009.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432992064375602002" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The corner of SE Water and Salmon, January 2010, home of Pratt and Larson's tiles seconds room. The building was constructed nine years after the Union Oil fire.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Portland's fire chief for eighteen years, David Campbell was a beloved local figure whose firefighting career spanned back to the days of the volunteer fire department prior to 1883. As chief, he was an innovator who introduced motorized vehicles and fire boats to the department. His funeral procession, witnessed by 150,000 people, was likely the city's largest outpouring of public grief.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"I loved Chief Campbell and I want everyone to know how good he was. He always had a smile and a kind word for all the school children. Whenever we were late he used to take us up to school in his auto just a-whizzing, and at noon we used to hurry back from lunch and he would let us ride with him. I think he was the best fire chief that ever lived. I want to be good to the children when I get big, like he was."<br /></span>-Maurice Johnson, ten years old from the Rose City Park neighborhood, in the Oregonian, June 27 1911 (from a hand written note that he delivered to the Oregonian office).</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEyqdIgs9-KxZzxEkgUcScTFxAQM2Jegd0Hl5uErG7_WZrG1OGiWQaM-l47seokcorLlJyPkMrf2_4ZkJW_akbGkZamPYoYvMsMGWJRESBCAvDDEwEUJztc9XICTteLKgTPU0QJA/s1600-h/Portland+Fire+Chief+David+Cambpell..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEyqdIgs9-KxZzxEkgUcScTFxAQM2Jegd0Hl5uErG7_WZrG1OGiWQaM-l47seokcorLlJyPkMrf2_4ZkJW_akbGkZamPYoYvMsMGWJRESBCAvDDEwEUJztc9XICTteLKgTPU0QJA/s400/Portland+Fire+Chief+David+Cambpell..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432995656858297122" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Portland Fire Chief David Campbell.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >-</span><span style="font-style: italic;">From</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" > <a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780738548838-0">Portland Fire and Rescue</a> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >b</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >y Brian K. Johnson and Don Porth, Arcadia Publishing.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The David Campbell Memorial and Medal Fund was established on June 21 1913 to commemorate David Campbell and all Portland Firefighters who lost their lives in the line of duty to follow. Land at 18th and Burnside was donated to the city by Katherine A. Daley in 1918.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />The memorial was designed by architect Paul Cret of Philadelphia, whose career would include the Folger Shakespeare Library in Washington DC, the Main Building of the University of Texas at Austin and the Cincinnati Union Terminal. Constructed from Caen limestone imported from France, it was dedicated by Mayor George Baker on June 27 1928.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The grounds bordering the memorial were expanded to create Portland Firefighter's Park in 1964, which includes a list of thirty two Portland firefighters that lost their lives in the line of duty and an alarm bell dating from the year after the great Portland fire of 1873. </span> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Below; drawings by Paul Cret for the David Campbell Memorial from <a href="http://www.philadelphiabuildings.org/pab/app/ho_display.cfm/56188">Philadelphia Architects and Buildings</a>:</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaSPMYu1b2COU5Gc94h7mdVyNyR3SjHJyatd41ARZ_sKhD9p2xIWL3fReUKlDtP0zRxh6PUZDUcSETAVvx6-nz__MUpitHo95156hHXp2_aem-W8PB_mdSsqIgPciDbp6saHcRYQ/s1600-h/CRE177.502.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaSPMYu1b2COU5Gc94h7mdVyNyR3SjHJyatd41ARZ_sKhD9p2xIWL3fReUKlDtP0zRxh6PUZDUcSETAVvx6-nz__MUpitHo95156hHXp2_aem-W8PB_mdSsqIgPciDbp6saHcRYQ/s400/CRE177.502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432999553397060818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqg0TMToefHGADvldt4W1pBEd62QcSHgY9yZQu0JPnL7KDUGhT1knJZ1MQoVW7sPzNtMvwGKMo2Ais3lXtFExGN10HU7ihkw471MqPlrtul6lHpBKZqKnUTkJ7wdlSjdC-Zig0A/s1600-h/Detail,+David+Campbell+Memorial,+Portland+Oregon.++January+23+2010.+Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqg0TMToefHGADvldt4W1pBEd62QcSHgY9yZQu0JPnL7KDUGhT1knJZ1MQoVW7sPzNtMvwGKMo2Ais3lXtFExGN10HU7ihkw471MqPlrtul6lHpBKZqKnUTkJ7wdlSjdC-Zig0A/s400/Detail,+David+Campbell+Memorial,+Portland+Oregon.++January+23+2010.+Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432999747488094402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">January 2010.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntWP-dUz40QxxMJfhSM6b3iRkJnUuBcA6acJ9HIx8MkMZKlhPHsMiLnaF3jl6_poAEQ-y333b5k7tJgYTvTBs52cCkIHFsfKE9Is3mFHArgAT8r6sNJgLGVnO88PBWLhqwlI6sQ/s1600-h/CRE177-007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgntWP-dUz40QxxMJfhSM6b3iRkJnUuBcA6acJ9HIx8MkMZKlhPHsMiLnaF3jl6_poAEQ-y333b5k7tJgYTvTBs52cCkIHFsfKE9Is3mFHArgAT8r6sNJgLGVnO88PBWLhqwlI6sQ/s400/CRE177-007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433000096544117298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5g5JHs-AR4P9UHn_rOasbp17_S-DU5x2uz1L4NH39OQEjxhTF0GQ-6sfdulC-8bXJN5tdOY8cV7G9TNP2pqpfAPrQQzO2jTE6rFtZc6PixSYHf-FSAowCfzvHKEQaxedL73_g0w/s1600-h/Detail,+Fireman%27s+Park,+Portland+Oregon.++January+23+2009.+Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5g5JHs-AR4P9UHn_rOasbp17_S-DU5x2uz1L4NH39OQEjxhTF0GQ-6sfdulC-8bXJN5tdOY8cV7G9TNP2pqpfAPrQQzO2jTE6rFtZc6PixSYHf-FSAowCfzvHKEQaxedL73_g0w/s400/Detail,+Fireman%27s+Park,+Portland+Oregon.++January+23+2009.+Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433000291992034770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >January 2010.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">A proposal for a new fire fighters memorial to be built near the east side of the Hawthorne Bridge has been announced, supported by Commissioner Randy Leonard. Three finalists are being considered with hopes of a dedication on June 26 2011, the hundred year anniversary of David Campbell's death. The goal of the David Campbell Memorial Association is to provide a larger more accessible memorial to Portland's fallen firefighters.<br /><br />It would be hard to harbor reservations against the well intentioned project were it not for the fact that it entails the destruction of the original memorial. Plans include the removal of the bronze plaque and at least one lantern to incorporate them into the new structure. To cannibalize a historic civic space to build a new memorial shows an almost inconceivable degree of disregard for Portland's shared heritage. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Commissioner Randy Leonard in the January 21 2010 Oregonian provided justification stating:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"It's a memorial, unfortunately that time will disintegrate." </span><br /><br />Which is true - in so much as the same thing could be said about nearly everything.<br /><br />The sentiment is echoed on the Portland Firefighters Memorial website:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"Sadly, the 81 year old memorial is crumbling and beyond repair, experts predict that it will not withstand many more winters."</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Which stretches the definition of beyond repair well past the breaking point.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMVodHM6uaTfZQCVuh8lz5RTJKeebzRq25UM1ulXcJzOMb71O52wRleMREFnE3MRZPd81nhzpBx1VuDSsbThvyRDvPKA8UDbJXmt4aU0vJg_ZTlzbPnfDFHMk3TqxkwF6hvqB25Q/s1600-h/David+Campbell+Memorial,+Portland+Firefighters+Park,+Portland+Oregon.++January+25+2010..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMVodHM6uaTfZQCVuh8lz5RTJKeebzRq25UM1ulXcJzOMb71O52wRleMREFnE3MRZPd81nhzpBx1VuDSsbThvyRDvPKA8UDbJXmt4aU0vJg_ZTlzbPnfDFHMk3TqxkwF6hvqB25Q/s400/David+Campbell+Memorial,+Portland+Firefighters+Park,+Portland+Oregon.++January+25+2010..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433006173760437490" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"...crumbling and beyond repair..."</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Despite a very limited public process, word of the plan to demolish the original memorial is spreading and efforts to preserve it are starting to coalesce. A facebook page, a petition, testimony at city hall and numerous articles seek a larger airing of the issue.<br /><br />The question is not if Portland's firefighters deserve a larger, more accessible memorial. They most certainly do. But does it have to come at the cost of the first one, with its own intrinsic value in addition to what it represents? Is Portland large enough for two memorials or so small as there can only be one?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">It is hard to imagine that the David Campbell Memorial with be defaced or demolished by the city of Portland. It should be regarded as sacrosanct -because it is. A middle course, the transfer of the bell and plaques outside of the original memorial, is easy to envision, as is the possibility more thoughtful heads prevailing.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">If not, it will be time for those who care about Portland's shared, historic resources to rally and walk the talk. It is, after all, our lot to play defense.<br /><br />In the meanwhile, check out the links below, visit the memorial and assess for yourself the dire claims of its condition. More important, appreciate it for what it is; it might not be there long, and for what it means.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Please join the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/group.php?gid=187423641800&ref=mf">facebook</a> page.</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0mPsLYSHqM"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >You tube Video of Paul Crett's work.</span></span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/saveportlandfirefighterspark/"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">On line petition</span></span><br /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">The <a href="http://www.fairmountparktrust.org/cp-ellenphillipssamuel.php">Ellen Phillips Samuel Memorial</a>, also designed by Paul Crett, restoration.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lTruYl6PuAEszZ6Crf1BuqcZpcIUNaatuvipPnzTrffgLRbWcjcAsYvDmfLZds0BRJGt505waYsrdJrm_cgpAmj0tbFS7KOZfpsqLVvSVcEFc4Qg54vOxq5BZXnBKHmSoJg3Gw/s1600-h/Burnside+%26++18th.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4lTruYl6PuAEszZ6Crf1BuqcZpcIUNaatuvipPnzTrffgLRbWcjcAsYvDmfLZds0BRJGt505waYsrdJrm_cgpAmj0tbFS7KOZfpsqLVvSVcEFc4Qg54vOxq5BZXnBKHmSoJg3Gw/s400/Burnside+%26++18th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433020284034035410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">18th and Burnside, circa 1949.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLn3vhuSA4kxSkpiUsSUCxzxKrqFQFLBZMaW5KlPqVWKTCObv8FMXLs3RXAvp8DDxg4HgoKmqodiIiZBCIL0bVnhDmGla77NIUYj_WQEBjf9DUBSRvY728M0kt-EAYV_f9tfxDaQ/s1600-h/David+Campbell+Memorial.++Portland+Oregon,+January+28+2010.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLn3vhuSA4kxSkpiUsSUCxzxKrqFQFLBZMaW5KlPqVWKTCObv8FMXLs3RXAvp8DDxg4HgoKmqodiIiZBCIL0bVnhDmGla77NIUYj_WQEBjf9DUBSRvY728M0kt-EAYV_f9tfxDaQ/s400/David+Campbell+Memorial.++Portland+Oregon,+January+28+2010.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433020662968383650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >18th and Burnside, January 2010.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >-Thanks to Jon Gustafson for sounding the alarm and Tanya Lyn March for keeping it ringing.</span></span>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17650750.post-88650067919261795492010-01-31T10:59:00.000-08:002010-01-31T13:56:09.744-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br />...and a Castle</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In the limited public process regarding the David Campbell Memorial, one can hear an echo of Commissioner Ormond Bean's unilateral decision in 1964 to knock down the Owl Castle in Washington Park.<br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Vkz3w9I1tWXt55ld2r1KksPfzGuWGf6QI5TzQfA2jEAXeoL0E-t3nKw5x1AfPf5JIU2EQ5KmE4_WTN8Sxe_s25K0uhYbHpcvSLl2zNQoYPAuxzXgFcAXNkjtyurCZdjkggKqfg/s1600-h/2010,+January+31+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Vkz3w9I1tWXt55ld2r1KksPfzGuWGf6QI5TzQfA2jEAXeoL0E-t3nKw5x1AfPf5JIU2EQ5KmE4_WTN8Sxe_s25K0uhYbHpcvSLl2zNQoYPAuxzXgFcAXNkjtyurCZdjkggKqfg/s400/2010,+January+31+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432981241456821922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The Owl Castle was built in 1894 in what was then City Park to house eaglets and owls as part of the city's nascent zoo. By 1964 its actual purpose was long forgotten. It had become a folly, along the lines of those still existent on the north side of Stanley Park in Vancouver BC. While it paled in significance to the David Campbell Memorial, it was not without charm and its demolition was meant with shock and sadness.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Its gone. That's what happened to the city's mystery castle, the small stone fortress that used to grace the lower reaches of Washington Park." </span>-The Oregon Journal, July 9 1964.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzPl8egbNAp18V_B218sP2FmgWa9YD_FsMUvLdmd9VaZTidSnnkabqTwI14ugMeNX3a7ph5Iwm1t5aPL-6jVCr-J9YGdzLKTjVmUvbZut4pouuClF4a-BufP8_HU51HbsT45kvsw/s1600-h/Fountain,+Washington+park,+and+behind+it,+the+site+of+the+Owl+Castle.++Portland+Oregon,+January+25+2010.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzPl8egbNAp18V_B218sP2FmgWa9YD_FsMUvLdmd9VaZTidSnnkabqTwI14ugMeNX3a7ph5Iwm1t5aPL-6jVCr-J9YGdzLKTjVmUvbZut4pouuClF4a-BufP8_HU51HbsT45kvsw/s400/Fountain,+Washington+park,+and+behind+it,+the+site+of+the+Owl+Castle.++Portland+Oregon,+January+25+2010.++Dan+Haneckow+photo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432982542164744802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >The site of the Owl Castle is across the road from the fountain, between the two trees. A few feet beyond the crosswalk, a second trail intersects from the right, at what was the west end of the Owl Castle. It is still known today as the Owl Trail.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><br /><br /><br />Thanks to Don Nelson for pinpointing the location of the Owl Castle.</span> </span>Dan Haneckowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835041678951859205noreply@blogger.com0