Now We're Cooking!

Thanks to Lila (at left) the ghost at Morback House has something to heat up his meals with. (He tried to use the photocopier once when this was a Police Station.) Lila knows Old Town Sherwood well. She met her husband Bob there in 1947. She scoffs at the idea Sherwood only had one gunfight. There were several. On one occasion a man rode into town on a white horse and shot a rounder dead for mistreating his daughter. Another shoot-out happened on the steps at the County Court House when two prominant Sherwood gents refused to be satisfied with the Judge's verdict. Lila had plenty of other stories to tell but she had to get home and cook dinner for husband Bob (which won't be easy now that she gave away the kitchen stove).

Teacher to Teacher at Gibbs School

Former pupils of Gibbs School, up on Bell Road on Chehalem Mountain, discuss the restoration of their school house with Sherwood author and Sherwood Historical Society President June Reynolds. The area did not have electricity until 1941. If there was a snow storm, kids were brought to school by horse drawn wagon. Then they would huddle around the wood stove all day long and read by kerosine lamplight. Two of June's history students interviewed and videotaped the folks. The school was named after the second governor of Oregon, A. C. Gibbs, whose first priority was "...to elevate the standard of education, in Oregon, as much as my limited influence and acquirements will permit." (1862 Inaugural Address)

The Robin Hood Dimension

The Sherwood Historical Society supplied the Friar for this year's court and the Friar took the picture (that's why he's not in it). He also gave a sermon. His topic: Once you become a Robin Hood scholar, history never looks the same.

Heritage Days

Here's what the Sherwood Historical Society is doing for the Month of May for Heritage Days:

Smock House is soon to receive front and back porches!

Saturdays, May 6th- May 27 Heritage Farms and Gardens Show. There will be an exhibit of herbs and plants each week on the Smock House grounds, in conjunction with the Saturday Farmers Market. Smock House is not open to the public just yet, but exhibits are going on in Morback House.

Sat. May 13 Opening of the "Rephotography Project" by Sherwood High School Photography II Class. Over a dozen exhisting buildings in Sherwood are featured.

Tuesday May 23 Sherwood Chamber of Commerce Mixer.

Heritage Days is a concept promoted by the Oregon Heritage Commission

Art in History at Morback House

Wes Bullock's Earth Mother (2004) is an example of the very fine and very thoughtful entries that made it into our very first "Art in History" show this week at Morback House.

By Golly, She's Done It!

Long time Sherwood resident Margaret Umland having her copy of June Reynolds' A Sense of Time and Place autographed by the author today at the Sherwood Public Library.

Will She Ever Get Done?!

After decades of data gathering and a lifetime of direct observation, Sherwood Historical Society President June Reynolds is bringing her history of Sherwood to its first major stage of completion. Sherwood: A Sense of Time and Place. The History of Sherwood, Oregon, and the Surrounding Area, Volume One: Beginnings to 1919 will be on sale soon. The three hundred+ page masterpiece covers a wide swath of Washington County, in addition to Sherwood. Reynolds is a fourth generation citizen of Washington County. Some of the old families she's related to are Herrington, Head, Teuffel, Holznagel, Daunt, Allen, and Hagg. Her maiden name is Wiesenbach. Even without her book as a guide, the Sherwood Historical Society has already seen through a lot of doors that might have otherwise been closed, thanks to Reynolds.

Joel Palmer Drops By !

My name is Palmer. Joel Palmer. I was born one thousand and eight hundred and ten years after Jesus was born. In the year Eighteen Hundred and Ten. I am famous for being the Super-In-Tendent of Indian Affairs out in the Oregon country. You can ask the American Indians if I was any good at being Super-In-Tendent of Indian Affairs and they will tell you I did the best I could. When I was a kid I was a Quaker and the Quakers believe everybody is part of one big Soul. Each one of us has a little piece of God right here next to our hearts. It don't matter if you are a kid or a grown-up. It don't matter if you are a man or a woman. It don't matter if you are from Africa or China or the North Pole. We all have that little piece of God in here. President Abraham Lincoln called it "The Lamp of Liberty."

* * * * * * * * * * * * Joel Palmer to the Calapooia Indians, 1854
"The whites are determined to settle on your land. We cannot prevent them and in a few years there will be no place left for you. Then what will you do? Will you live in the mountains like wolves? The deer and other game being killed off you will have nothing to eat, your women and children crying for food, and freezing from cold; there will be no one to care for you. I tell you this will be so. Then be wise. Take good counsel. Sell your lands. Agree to remove to such places as the Government may hereafter select for you, where they will protect you and provide for your wants."
* * * * * * * * * * * * Now I came here today to tell you what it was like for kids on the Oregon Trail. When I was a kid, folks would sometimes get into trouble paying their bills. They would say, "I can't pay my bills. So then. Take one of my kids." And that's how I got to be an In-Dentured Servant. Lots of kids got sold like that. One time an Indentured Servant like me ran away from the man who owned him. This kid's name was Andrew Johnson. His owner put posters up all over town, and they all had Andrew Johnson's name in big black letters on them. These posters were just like the ones that were put up when an African American slave ran away from his masters. The posters said: "Don't try to hide this run-away. Don't help him. Don't give him a job. Or you will go to jail. It's against the law to help him run away from his owner." And that's what they would have said about me if I had run away. But I did not. It was only for four years and it wasn't so bad.

You may hear about Andrew Johnson. He later became President of the United States. (President Lincoln had hired him as his Vice President and so Andrew got to be President when Lincoln died.)

Anyhow I was an Indentured Servant for only a few years and I was not treated anywhere as bad as those African- Americans. I was sent to school so I could learn how to read and write (which are things you don't teach a person if you want him to stay a slave.) But the other kids did make fun of me. They'd say "There goes that indentured servant!" and it made me feel bad.

One thing I noticed at that time. White people like me could be slaves (even if they called them "In-Dentured Servants.") African-Americans could be slaves. But I never did see an Indian being owned as a slave. "How come they don't make slaves out of the Indians?" I said. The answer was "You can't make slaves out of Indians. They're too wild. Nobody loves freedom more than an Indian. It's what makes them so uncivilized."

I said, "I want to go be with the Indians then." So I went to Saint Joe Missouri and I said, "When does the next train leave?" The answer was, "It left over an hour ago on the Oregon Trail. The next one won't come along until about a year from now." I decided not to wait another year. I outfitted my horse and rode off to catch up with that wagon train.

Now the Great Plains ain't as flat and easy to see across as you might think. There was a lot of tall grass in those days. A kid could get lost in there. There were lots of low rolling hills and even a grown man can't see over them if he gets off his horse. But I stayed on my horse and followed the tracks of that last wagon train and caught up with it just in time. The sun was just going down and these folks had stopped to rest for the day. They was having a party. It takes about sixty days to get to Oregon, and they was celebrating because they only had fifty nine days left to go! They had come to the end of their first day on the Oregon Trail.

I got in with them and they was singing these silly songs. "Sweet Betsy from Pike" and "Clementine" and "Turkey in the Straw."

I come to a river and couldn't across.
Paid ten dollars for an old blind hoss.
Wouldn't go ahead and wouldn't stand still.
So he jumped up and down like an old saw mill.

What kind of sense does that make? But anyway I got in with them and pretty soon all I knew was I was lying on the ground, waking up from being sound asleep.

It was quiet! It was dark! I almost thought maybe I had fallen into a hole in the ground and they had covered me up and left without me. But then I remembered to open my eyes. Then I saw the starry night. It was so pretty and clear and bright I almost believed I could climb a tree and pick a hand-full of those stars and put them in my pocket and take them home with me.

That was kind of silly thought, I guess. I was still half asleep when that thought came into my head. But then it was followed by another thought, and it cleared out all the other thoughts in my head. And that one thought was:

"Where is my home!?"

And then another thought crowded that one out and this one brought me to my feet in a hurry! This thought was like the kind of big signs you see for the circus coming to town, with pictures of trumpets and elephants dancing around in their Sunday clothes. This thought was blinking on and off and it was saying:

"Your home is in OREGON!"

"You're really going there, boy! You ain't just talking about it. You ain't just telling people you're going to Oregon. You ain't just planning to go there! You're really on the Oregon Trail!"

And that was the happiest thought that I ever had.

--Presented at Gaarde Elementary School, Tigard, Oregon, February 10, 2006. For the facts behind Clyde List's fanciful portrayal of Mr. Palmer go to the OREGON BLUE BOOK

The Rescue of Mary Ellen Smock

One hundred years ago, Mary Ellen Smock was one of Sherwood's most prominant citizens. She signed important documents and supported political candidates. According to the memoir of Maria Beard Sweek, however, Mary Ellen's life did not start out so grand:

Her mother died when she was born... and there was no one to take her. Her father couldn't keep her, he had a lot of little children, so I took her and kept her for a long time, and I nursed her and fed mine.... [I] put one in the cradle and took one in bed with me, and I kept her there a long time. She says she wished I had always kept her. I finally told her father he had to give her to me or take her away, because I was getting too attached to her to have to give her up, but after that she was from place to place like they usually are. She married a very nice man....

--Life in a New, Untamed Land by the Tualatin Historical Society (2001)

Fact or Fiction?

In Old Sherwood Town, it's never easy to tell if you're seeing something that's real or just a figment of your imagination.

For example, we took this photo at the site of the famous 1892 Williams-Fields Gunfight this morning. Could this be the fancy-lady they were duelling over? Or is it Odge Gribble, the lady responsible for so many recent victories of her own in Old Town?