Thursday, November 29, 2012
Leaving Home
Mom is putting on a brave face as she leaves her home of over 60 years for the last time. Terry and Diane spent most of the day helping with last minute things to do, and Bill and I tried to make things as easy as we could for her. Mom traveled with me to her new home in Keizer, Oregon where she met the care givers and the other residents. She was quite cheerful as she sat to have dinner with them, and I proceeded to set up her furniture and to decorate her room with the things she picked out. I helped her to bed and then went home and "crashed!" She is well cared for, and we make visits often. We have Mom over for visits, for the holidays, and other family members and friends visit her as well. She celebrated her 85th birthday soon after moving in and received MANY bouquets of flowers and lovely birthday cards! We are grateful she is in a warm and caring home and that she is close by so we can tend to her needs.
Betsy's Flowers
Mom's flowers were beautiful even into the fall. These are just a few: Lily, Black-eyed Susan, Naked Lady and Sweet Peas. Each time I watered them for her, I encountered this female spider tending her web. I tried not to drown her as I watered, and finally I ran into the house and grabbed my camera to capture her antics :-).
Surprise Visitors on Tillamook Bay
One day Mom and I drove around Tillamook Bay toward Bay Ocean. We saw 7 Egrets fishing along the shore! It's not such a surprise to see an Egret on the bay, but it IS surprising to us to see that many in one place! I couldn't resist this heron perched on the pilings :-).
Evening Sun at Garibaldi Boat Docks
Late one afternoon Mom and I parked by the boat docks in Garibaldi. We grabbed a shrimp basket and a chicken basket at Dairy Queen and feasted on the food and the view! We enjoyed this silly heron fishing off of a big pipeline. It was pretty comical when he had to lean way over to catch his fish!
Betsy's Visit to Twin Rocks
Recently I lived at my Mom's for two months. It was difficult to watch her to move from her home, but we also had some special times together. We went to Twin Rocks in Rockaway, Oregon where Mom watched me run down to the water's edge. She can no longer walk on the sand, but she enjoyed the view and the opportunity to be in the sun.
My New Grandson, Oliver William Summers
I finally have an opportunity to add some pictures of my new Grandson, Oliver! He's much bigger now, but I wanted to share these pictures from his "Blessing Day." His middle name is after his Papa Bill. Bill and I enjoyed a sweet moment with him. It's also pretty special to have a picture of him with his Great Grandma Griffin!
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Reflections on Drift Creek
Bill and I camped at Seal Rock one night and decided to drive to Waldport and kayak Drift Creek. We parked at the Drift Creek Marina up the Alsea River and proceeded to put our kayak into the River. We crossed the Alsea to enter Drift Creek and saw an osprey catch a fish. We also watched this seal catch a salmon and eat it. The seal is carrying the salmon in it's mouth in this picture but the fish is under the water. It was a good sized salmon!
We headed up Drift Creek and saw a few cormorants like this one pass by our kayak. We also saw several kingfishers.
We passed four other kayaks going back toward the Alsea River. They were rowing against the tide, but we were lucky to be going along with it. These kayaks are ocean kayaks just like ours, but we bought one with two seats.
We saw many beautiful things on the creek including shrubs, wildflowers and wonderful reflections. I contemplated other reflections besides those I saw on the river. My Smith grandparents had a homestead on Drift Creek almost 100 years ago. I had been to the old home once during our first Smith Reunion. No one had lived in it for some time, and it was close to collapsing. Mom and I also made a visit a couple of years ago to the meadow, but the house was no longer there.
I reflected upon the journey my grandfather made along this same waterway as he returned home to his family after a week of fishing on the Alsea. He lived in a float house during the week where he used his gill nets to catch salmon. He had a bed, a cook stove and a bathroom. He hung his nets on the outside of his float house, and he had a bluing tank to clean the moss off of his nets.
I reflected upon what it must have been like for my grandmother as she raised her little children mostly on her own. Four of her children were born in Oregon City before they moved up Drift Creek. I know more of the children were born at this homestead, but I'm not sure how many. Grandma Pearl had 10 children all together and they were all born at home.
I reflected upon what it must have been like living in this beautiful, peaceful environment!
I am standing at the far end of the meadow by the river. You can barely see the cherry tree at the other end of the meadow at the base of the timber.
We climbed back into our kayak to journey back to the Alsea River.
Once again I reflected upon the little schoolhouse I knew the children attended after arriving by boat.
I reflected on the crops the family grew, the animals they kept, the water they packed, and the way they had to work together.
I reflected on the things they did for fun. My grandfather and some of his children learned to play the fiddle. They played for some of the dances in town.
I thought about the flowers my grandmother loved to grow. She also loved wildflowers like this yarrow!
I reflected on all the payments my grandfather made for this land, and how he lost it when the banks failed.
I thought of how much I take for granted. I am grateful for this journey I took into the past which caused me to reflect upon my roots, and also to reflect upon how I can live in order to honor those who came before me.
We headed up Drift Creek and saw a few cormorants like this one pass by our kayak. We also saw several kingfishers.
We passed four other kayaks going back toward the Alsea River. They were rowing against the tide, but we were lucky to be going along with it. These kayaks are ocean kayaks just like ours, but we bought one with two seats.
We saw many beautiful things on the creek including shrubs, wildflowers and wonderful reflections. I contemplated other reflections besides those I saw on the river. My Smith grandparents had a homestead on Drift Creek almost 100 years ago. I had been to the old home once during our first Smith Reunion. No one had lived in it for some time, and it was close to collapsing. Mom and I also made a visit a couple of years ago to the meadow, but the house was no longer there.
I reflected upon the journey my grandfather made along this same waterway as he returned home to his family after a week of fishing on the Alsea. He lived in a float house during the week where he used his gill nets to catch salmon. He had a bed, a cook stove and a bathroom. He hung his nets on the outside of his float house, and he had a bluing tank to clean the moss off of his nets.
Old growth fir |
I reflected upon what it must have been like for my grandmother as she raised her little children mostly on her own. Four of her children were born in Oregon City before they moved up Drift Creek. I know more of the children were born at this homestead, but I'm not sure how many. Grandma Pearl had 10 children all together and they were all born at home.
Cow Parsley |
Fox Glove |
I reflected upon what it must have been like living in this beautiful, peaceful environment!
The meadow where they lived |
An old cherry tree |
The creek makes a giant bend as it flows around the meadow. |
An effort is now being made to turn the meadow into an elk sanctuary. |
A smaller waterway flows through the meadow. |
Tobacco grass |
Bill and I loved how quiet and serene it was! |
Once again I reflected upon the little schoolhouse I knew the children attended after arriving by boat.
I reflected on the crops the family grew, the animals they kept, the water they packed, and the way they had to work together.
I reflected on the things they did for fun. My grandfather and some of his children learned to play the fiddle. They played for some of the dances in town.
I thought about the flowers my grandmother loved to grow. She also loved wildflowers like this yarrow!
I reflected on all the payments my grandfather made for this land, and how he lost it when the banks failed.
A view from the river of the waterway flowing into the meadow |
I thought of how much I take for granted. I am grateful for this journey I took into the past which caused me to reflect upon my roots, and also to reflect upon how I can live in order to honor those who came before me.
We heard the cries of the red-tailed hawks before we saw them. |
Re-entering the Alsea River from Drift Creek |
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