March 23, 2022—A3
Goldendale, Washington
G oldendale ’ s A ttic
Answer to last week’s Mystery Picture
This week’s Goldendale’s Attic Mystery Picture “Number 3, please step forward and look angry.” Oh, wait, this is not a police lineup. Maybe it’s a meeting of People Who Like to Stand Sideways.
Actually, we have no idea who these people are or what the occasion for this picture was. Do you? All we know is this picture ran in The Senti-
nel sometime, lost in the annals of yesteryear. If you know anything about it, please drop us an email (info@goldendalesentinel.com) or
give us a call (773-3777) or drop in at the office— and remember, you’re welcome to come in and take a look at the original photograph.
Looking Back
We’ve colorized this picture from last week to show what it might’ve looked like back then in color. We got not a single response from anyone about last week’s photo— a rare occurrence, but it’s happened a few times. We thought sure someone
would know something about it, but we guess it will remain a mystery. And we were going to give away a nice new Ford F150 to a winner. Okay, no, we weren’t. But if we ever come across an extra one that no one is using, we might. Okay, no, we won’t.
Sesquicentennial Corner: Bringing Goldendale back to its roots
March 17, 1892 – 130 Years Ago
The Odd Fellows burial ground is now regularly platted just north of the city. Naturally this is a beautiful spot, one of the most desirable places for a cemetery we have ever seen. There are many beautiful young pine trees growing on the grounds, giving it a verdant appearance. March 17, 1932 – 90 Years Ago
Ernest Gyger reports the Glenwood cheese factory is running full swing. He has 25 patrons and is receiving 3,000 pounds of milk every other day. He is paying 29 cents for butter fat. The farmers consumed 120 pounds of cheese last month. The Kuhnhausen truck takes out 1,000 pounds of cheese each week which is shipped by boat to Riverside, California, where Mr. Gyger has sale for all he can ship. March 6, 1941 – 81 Years Ago
“The man who surveyed the Maryhill Loops and Goldendale’s paved streets, Samuel C. Lancaster, died at his home in Portland Tuesday. Mr. Lancaster, who lived in Goldendale from 1910 to 1914, was well known in Klickitat County. A personal friend and employee of the late Samuel Hill, Mr. Lancaster was twice sent to Europe to study road building methods on the continent and in England. Following his studies in European road-building methods and engineering technique, Mr. Lancaster surveyed the Maryhill Loops road for Sam Hill and supervised its construction. He personally surveyed the route from Columbus Station to the Hill memorial fountain. Mr. Lancaster became internationally famous as the engineer who surveyed the Oregon Columbia River highway. Financed partially by Samuel Hill, the Columbia River Highway was regarded as one of the engineering marvels of the world. March 12, 1942 – 80 Years Ago
Under the sponsorship of the Centerville Grange, a car load of scrap iron will be loaded on March 18. The metal, to be loaded on the car at Centerville, will be shipped to the Seattle Steel Rolling Mills. Price paid for scrap will be $10.50 per long ton f.o.b. the car. Loads brought in by individual farmers will be weighed and tabulated at the Centerville elevator. Payments to the farmers will be distributed back according to the weight of metal contributed. Henry Miller, F. A. Bromley, and Andrew Isaacson will be in charge of the loading and weighing. Farmers are urged to round up all available scrap metal and haul it to the car on March 18. Persons with trucks are urged to haul in their own scrap. However, those not having trucks available can call on August Jackel, Hugh Cameron, Frank Sarsfield, Elmer Kamholz, or Tex Uecker, who have made their trucks available for this purpose. Farmers joining the project are urged to help in the loading and unloading work. If the Centerville Grange is successful in filling this first car with scrap metal, a second car may be brought in. So far as is known, this is the first project of its kind to actually get under way in Klickitat County. In the Bickleton area farmers are gathering scrap metal and will haul it to Mabton for shipment in a few days. Residents of Goldendale, Trout Lake, and the White Salmon area are also gathering scrap metal for the national defense program. Centerville Grange shipped 110,000 pounds of scrap metal. March 8, 1945 – 77 Years Ago
Winfred Cowles, one of the county’s oldest pioneers, passed away here Sunday following a fall. He celebrated his 90th birthday on February 17. Cowles was in Goldendale when it was an unincorporated town and Washington was but a territory, having come to the county in 1875. He was the man who turned the crank on the first hand-operated press of the first newspaper in Goldendale, which later combined with the Goldendale Sentinel, and he ran off the first copy of any paper to be published in this county. He was also known as a fiddler, having upon one occasion played his violin for dancing which lasted an entire night and kept on until the sun was shining. March 2, 1972 – 50 Years Ago
Gordon Stromberg, a man with a way with words, has spent many spare hours in the last few years recording in humorous language his recollections of bygone years. A couple years ago we produced his “Three Pedals and a Lever,” an 80-page booklet packed with funny stories of his life with the Model T Ford. It may never make the author rich, but it has given him a lot of pleasure as well as providing fun for those who buy it and read it. —Richard Lefever
Below is an excerpt from a story by Robert Ballou, author of Early Days of Klickitat County. The story was titled “Early Days in Klickitat told by First White Girl Born in County,” published in The Goldendale Sentinel on July 4, 1935. M rs. Sa ra h Em i ly (Golden) Barnett was the first child of John and Jane Golden, born on December 8, 1860, in the family log cabin. Her story: “After the party arrived in eastern Oregon, someone told Mr. Golden about a wonderful valley to be found back of the range of hills that borders the north shore of the Columbia River. He was also told that the Indians were ugly and would resent habitation by whites. When it became apparent that his bride would regain her health, he conferred with other members of the party. It was decided that they should all go on a pathfinding tour, to at least have a look at this wonderful paradise they had been told about. The journey was undertaken in the first place as a holiday outing, for it was on July 4, 1859, that this party of six courageous trail blazers ascended the summit of the Columbia hills and gazed upon an almost endless expanse of waving kneehigh bunch grass, watered by silvery streams, flanked by forests of the Simcoe Mountains and towered by snow-capped peaks in the Cascades. There was no further parley about the matter. The party was
unanimous in voicing a sentiment that the place for which they were seeking had been found—Indians or no Indians. “The cattle were gathered into a trail herd again. The trip was made speedily. Log cabins were erected, and this began the first permanent settlement of the Klickitat Valley. All went well until the winter of 1861-62. This was a long winter with deep snows and bitter cold. Nearly all of the cattle perished, Mr. Golden having only six cows left. Supplies became exhausted. The settlers, especially the children, endured great privation and suffering. Most of them left as soon as they could get their few belongings together, but not so with John J. Golden. He was a man of foresight and still had faith that some day the Klickitat Valley would become a well populated fertile agricultural region. He and his father-in-law, Louis S. Parrott, moved to a location, that was later to become a site for the town of Goldendale.” Historical note: “a location, that was later to become a site for the town of Goldendale”. Earlier in this story, Mrs. Barnett noted that she did not recall the exact location of the log cabin, but says “it was in the lower valley, the locality which afterwards became known as Happy Home, near Warwick station on the railroad.” Research leads us to believe this is closer to Centerville than Goldendale.
Points to ponder:
Played Frisbee with my dog Saturday. Total waste of time. I think I need a flatter dog.
Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.
I went to see a psychic. He said, “What’s your name?” I said, “I want my money back.” Just told my joke about Peter Pan again. Never gets old.
