CIRQUE on February 4th, 1867, I had no intention of staying here more than six months.” He died in Oregon in 1935.
Destiny Manifested Find your place on the planet. Dig in, and take responsibility from there. --Gary Snyder I’m a nomadic mutt from a long line of nomadic mutts. Nobody pointed a gnarled finger at the earth and told me: This place, this landscape is where your people are from and where you belong. When your people are from all over Europe, and more recently, all over the U.S. and Canada, when your family moves more often than most people wear out their favorite shoes, you have the freedom to find your own place on the planet. After growing up in various towns in New England and getting a psychology degree in Virginia, my own wanderlust led me to Utah, Nevada, Florida, back north to New Hampshire for graduate school, to Oregon, Colorado, Washington, and finally, back to Oregon. * Dr. Simeon Edward Josephi was born in New York City in 1849 of a Russian father and Spanish mother. “When I was 17 years old I had a bad attack of wanderlust. I wanted to see the world, so I went out to San Francisco to visit my brother David,” he said in a 1926 interview in The Oregon Journal. San Francisco didn’t hold him for long; a year later he boarded a steamship north up the coast and east up the Columbia River to Portland. Arriving in a rainstorm, Josephi rode via horse and buggy then ferry to the east side of the Willamette River, East Portland. “In those days the ferry ran only during daylight. If you wanted to cross the Willamette after dusk you stood on the bank and called across to the ferryman, who came over in a rowboat to get you.” Josephi studied psychological medicine and became a doctor at the Hawthorne “hospital for the insane.” He eventually took over as superintendent of the hospital, ran a private practice in downtown Portland, and became a professor of nervous and mental diseases at Willamette University and University of Oregon. He continued to live in East Portland where he married and fathered five children. “When I came to Portland
* I first moved to Oregon on a whim. After completing a Master of Science in environmental biology, I found I had a deep understanding of the ecology of New England and still no desire to make a home there. I didn’t feel like a master of anything and knew I had more to learn somewhere else. A friend’s sister was moving to Portland for graduate school and neither my friend nor I had anything keeping us on the east coast, so one humid day in August of 2000 we loaded a taxi-yellow Penske and hit the interstate. I figured I would stay for a year or two, until the winds blew me elsewhere. I’d never been to Oregon but I knew enough to pronounce it correctly, not Ori-gone like my Yankee friends would say. My father’s father had retired to the Oregon coast and my uncle had moved there to care for him as he aged, but I barely knew either of them. My father spent a few summers there as a kid visiting his grandparents, and based on his stories and pictures I was pretty sure Oregon was a mythic fairyland out of a Tolkien book, a wilder, grander, wilier version of the Northeast, a place where forests sprawled farther than cities and emerald mists were so enchanting I wouldn’t even care that it rained all the time. After a two-week cross-country adventure with extended stays in the Western wonders of Badlands and Yellowstone National Parks, I was worried Oregon would be a disappointment. But on that final leg of the journey on Interstate 84 as our trusty Penske entered the Columbia River Gorge, as the sun beamed spotlights on glowing snow-capped Mt. Hood, Douglas fir-crowned cliffs, Western red cedar valleys, and resplendent waterfalls cascading toward the mighty Columbia, I was smitten. “I can’t believe we live here now!” * Harvey L. Clark was born in Vermont in 1807, but in 1840 traveled overland with his wife Emeline to Oregon. After moving around the Willamette Valley as a Methodist missionary, Clark made a land claim in an area southwest of Portland that would become Forest Grove. He and his wife started a school for Native Americans and later, a home for orphans. His strong belief in education led him to donate 220 acres of his land claim to help