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UARTERDECK

Vol. 21 No. 2

Spring 1995

A review and newsletter from the Columbia River Maritime Museum at 1792 Marine Drive in Astoria, Oregon

Sea Stories

Evoking visions of an adventurous and romantic life at sea, this photographic lithograph appears to be a four-masted bark tied up at a northwest dock. If anyone can shed further light on this scene, please let us know.

Donor: David Meyer 1994.17.2

The sea's mystery, beauty and danger tempt many to sail upon her, and lead some to record their adventures. Sea stories written as long ago as 2,500 B.C. and as recently as yesterday continue to fascinate readers. Remarkable sea tales from authors such as C.S. Forrester, Joseph Conrad, Herman Melville, and Robert Louis Stevenson fire the imaginations of many people who have never set foot upon a vessel.

But others, whether sailors, fishermen or merchant mariners, heed the call and go to sea. Hard work, tight living quarters and food that is sometimes less than palatable quickly replace romantic visions of sailing ships bounding over the waves.

Aboard the vessel, regimen and duty are enforced by authority so that the crew functions together for the survival of all. For the seaman, freedom exists only in the few hours off watch - and beyond the wide horizon.

A sailor in port forgets the trials of the last voyage, recalling only the boundlessness, the rhythm of waves and the flash of phosphorescence, the clean, fresh air. Life at sea is not easy, but its rewards draw sailors back. And life at sea draws many readers back to sea stories, both imaginative and true.

In this issue we bring you a modern sea story, written by Museum member and Astoria native Don Goodall. One of those who passionately loved the sea as a young lad, he did what most of us just dream: at the age of seventeen, he went to sea. Mr. Goodall's lighthearted reminiscence of his greenhorn days begins on page six.

-Karen Carpenter

Afterguard Ward V. Cook, President Ted Natt, Vice President Carl Fisher, Secretary Robley Mangold, Treasurer Alan C. Goudy, Immediate Past Pres.

Jerry L. Ostermiller, Director

Board of Trustees: Darryl Bergerson Mitch Boyce Peter Brix Richard T. Carruthers, Emeritus Allen V. Cellars Maurie D. Clark Jack R. Dant Thomas R. Dyer Jon Englund Mike Foglia J. W. 'Bud' Forrester, Emeritus Walter Gadsby, Jr. Evelyn Georges James H. Gilbaugh, Jr. Alan Green, Jr. Don M. Haskell Eric 'Skip' Hauke Robert G. Hemphill W. Louis Larson Rod Leland Eugene Lowe John McGowan Anne Morden Ed Nelson, Jr. Richard Reiten Charles Shea June Spence Herbert Steinmeyer Willis Van Dusen Frank Warren

Museum Staff: Russ Bean Celerino Bebeloni Chris Bennett Karen Carpenter Trish Custard John Davis John Dirschel Marietta Doney Cris Ek Charlotte Jackson Steve Kann Lynne Leland Shannon Leland Jim Nyberg Rose Palazzo David Pearson Rob Rudd W. Hampton Scudder Mark Tolonen Justine Van Sickle Anne Witty Rachel Wynne

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from the Wheelhouse ...

CREWING UP FOR THE VOYAGE

When visitors ask about how maritime museums are organized and run, I naturally turn to the analogy of a ship at sea. Our museum, in fact, reflects many aspects of ship organization as well as a few of the joys and hardships of life at sea.

The Columbia River Maritime Museum's operations provide the vision of a graceful ship sailing magnificently in all her glory. What our hundred thousand yearly visitors see is, in reality, the product of long hours and hard work by her dedicated crew. The museum is crewed by a relatively small number of skilled hands. (Our crew of ten professional staff members carry the responsibilities of more than two dozen separate job descriptions, making for plenty of hard work.) The crew works together for the well being of the Museum, and to carry out our many educational missions.

During the early twentieth century, as fast sailing ships were giving way to more efficient steamers, sailing ship crews were severely downsized in order to extend their economic viability. Being short-handed created great hardships for all concerned, and only slightly delayed the inevitable ascendancy of steam.

As our museum continues to expand and grow we, too, find ourselves short-handed, but for a far more positive reason. We are moving boldly into the future. This means we are embracing more responsibility and taking on many more tasks, such as region-wide educational programs and new exhibits. As captain, I am demanding higher performance from my crew; but at the same time, our operational budget has remained virtually unchanged. Fortunately, the outstanding support of our highly motivated volunteers has been of great assistance, yet our challenge lies in crewing up for the future.

It is appropriate then that the Columbia River Maritime Museum has recently begun planning for expanded facilities and new exhibition themes. This commitment to planning will enable us to set our course for a successful future. We are now crewing up for this planning process by establishing special Trustee Committees and by adding a few critical new staff positions. The excitement of this initiative is not only refreshing, but also lends great energy to the entire crew.

As Director, I am committed to the idea that this museum must grow to remain an outstanding maritime institution. As captain of the ship, I know that we need the support of each and every one of you as we move forward. Be it work, wealth, or wisdom, your support will make the critical difference. If you lend us a hand, our voyage into the future will be as graceful and dignified as that image of a sailing ship, sailing magnificently in all her glory.

-Jerry Ostermiller, Executive Director

Where There's a Will, I

A 1975 rendering of Rolf Klep's dream for the Columbia River Maritime Museum. Through estate planning, he was able to ensure the future of the Museum's operations.

As a member or friend of the Columbia River Maritime Museum, you may know that our founder, Rolf Klep, made significant financial contributions to the Museum during his lifetime. Commander Klep also made an important gift to the Museum through estate planning.

That gift created an endowment which has kept the Museum on an even keel for the past 14 years. Thanks to Commander Klep's foresight and generosity, the Museum, to this day, has a financial "anchor in the storm" to rely on for annual operating support. However, few people know that Rolf Klep also enjoyed substantial tax savings gains as a result of his gifts.

You, too, can provide for the Museum's future, while at the same time benefiting from reduced capital gains taxes and increased deductions and tax free income. Many types of planned gifts are available, including gift annuities, life income trusts, and gifts of life insurance. Programs are available for all income and asset levels. A qualified financial tax advisor can design a program which can actually strengthen you financially and give you the pleasure of supporting this great maritime institution.

You can also designate the area of Museum operations you wish to support. Recent estate gifts have supported the Museum's ongoing programs in the library, special exhibits, the conservation of rare artifacts, and educational programs for children. Museum staff can help match your support with your own personal interests and create a way to permanently recognize your generosity.

If you would like to receive more information about the Museum's planned giving program, please call the Development Office at (503) 325-2323.

-Rob Rudd

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The Museum building as completed in 1982.

PLANNING FOR THE FUTURE

Planning the future development of the Museum takes a lot of hard work and determination. To assist with this challenge, our newest full-time crew member and Development Director, Rob Rudd, will be working very closely with Executive Director Jerry Ostermiller.

Rob has been assisting museums for more than twelve years. He specializes in development with a focus on program design and funding and major gifts and grants. Rob also brings skills in personnel management, special events, annual giving, and corporate and foundation fund-raising. With his deep interest in history and education, he is the perfect candidate for this challenging and time-consuming task. Welcome aboard, Rob! -Karen Carpenter 3

Columbia River Maritime Museum News and Notes EXTRAORDINARY PEOPLE

WHAT IS A DOCENT?

The CRMM crew and volunteers joined together at a dessert reception to honor the most valuable resource the Museum has-its dedicated volunteers. With 5,352 hours donated in 1994, our volunteers were involved with every department in the Museum.

At this year's reception, volunteers were recognized for their continuing commitment to the Museum. A permanent plaque has been established for those who donate 1,000 hours or more and lapel pins in the shape of maritime symbols were given to mark accumulated hours of donated time. Many well-deserved thanks to all these wonderful people who help make the Museum successful!

The dictionary defines docents as teachers or lecturers. The Columbia River Maritime Museum sees its docents as more than this definition. These talented volunteers enlighten visitors with their exemplary maritime knowledge. They are a fun group of people who share their interests with others. If you have an active appetite for history and like meeting people, why not volunteer a little of your free time as a museum docent?

We are currently expanding our docent crew to help serve the increased number of visitors expected at the Museum this year. We provide our docents with training in the form of "behind the scenes" programs and events. In addition, training offers enrichment sessions expositions given by our longtime experienced docents on their favorite Museum topics, to an audience of fellow docents and Museum staff.

Join our crew and become part of one of the premier maritime museums in the United States! To learn more, contact Chris Bennett at 325-2323.

-Patricia Turner Custard

Honoring 1,000 hours

Honoring 500 hours

Lucille Berger Helen Caspell Jeanne Clifford Jim Maher Walt McManis Annabell Miller Barbara Minard Carol Moore Curie O'Connor Pat Samuelson Mary Steinbock Frankye Thompson Leonard Vernon

Orabelle Bruneau Ben Cadman Bob Chamberlain Kenny Ginn Lynne Johnson Dr. Bud McKinney Peggy Roeser Don Shaw Molly Ziessler

A special "lronman" award was given to Bob Chamberlain for extraordinary service aboard the Lightship Columbia.

Honoring 300 hours Ross Adams Bob Chopping Betty Korpela Lynne Leland Shirley Minard Dr. Pat Moore Bob Peterson Byron Ruppel Ilsa Spang -Patricia Turner Custard

PASSAGES

United States Coast Guard surfman,

Don Shaw, in 1934.

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Don Shaw, Museum docent, passed away in early May. Don had volunteered at the Museum since 1991 and could often be found in the Navigation Gallery sharing his memorable life experiences with Museum visitors.

As a Coast Guardsman, Don participated in many of the rescues displayed in the gallery, first as a crewman, then skipper, of the original wooden motor lifeboat Triumph. He delighted visitors with his story of rescuing the lighthouse keepers of the Tillamook Rock Lighthouse, alias "Terrible Tilly," after the great 1934 storm which extinguished the light and stranded the keepers on The Rock.

Don's warm smile and presence will be sorely missed and fondly remembered by all who had the privilege to know him. The Museum staff and volunteers extend their condolences to his family and friends.

--CRMMCrew

the QUARTERDECK Volume 21 No.2 The QUARTERDECK is published four times a year by the Columbia River Maritime Museum, 1792 Marine Dr, Astoria, Oregon 97103.

Editor, Karen Carpenter. Editorial Staff: Jerry Ostermiller, Anne Witty, Patricia Turner Custard, Rob Rudd, Rachel Wynne.

Photo and illustration credits: Photo lithograph, cover, donated by David Meyer; rendering of CRMM, page 3,

by Rolf Klep 1975; entryway of CRMM, page 3, Andrew Cier; Don Shaw, page 4, courtesy of Bill Shaw; flow lane dredge, page 5, Karen Carpenter; gangway, page 5, Jerry Ostermiller; Don Goodall, page 6, courtesy of Don Goodall; Outboard Motor Exhibit, page 9, Karen Carpenter; Motor Ad, page 9, 1927 Motor Boating Magazine; Beatrice, back cover, CRMM archives, courtesy of San Francisco National Maritime Museum.

Printed at Anchor Graphics, Astoria.

A flow lane dredge, owned and operated by the Port of Astoria, discharges dredged materials into the river channel to be dispersed by the deep swift current. The dredging process was completed in eight days in February, 1995.

DIGGING FOR PROSPERITY

A little more than a year ago a goal was set for dredging the west basin of the 17th Street pier. The Columbia River Maritime Museum, in partnership with the City of Astoria, have agreed to build a new dock as part of a waterfront development project. The dredging deepened the low-tide water depth of 6.5 feet to 15 feet, allowing for the mooring of additional as well as larger ships. Concurrently, a waterfront walkway is under construction beginning at the 17th Street pier and extending the full length of downtown Astoria.

This project provides a terrific opportunity for a new and growing brand of tourism involving the cruise ship industry. By dredging the basin and adding a new docking facility for tour ships at the 17th Street pier, the Museum and City anticipate that cruise ship visitations will expand from 50 tie-ups with 5,000 visitors in 1994 to 250 tie-ups and 20,000 visitors in 1995.

With a generous grant from The Northwest Oregon Economic Alliance the Museum immediately got under weigh with the dredging project. Estimates for testing, permits, dredging, and upgrading new pilings totaled more than $158,000. The job was projected at two years to complete. However, the Museum was able to successfully complete the project for $54,000 in just one year with the help of the entire community. This effort was led by the City of Astoria and commissioners of the Port of Astoria. By making this project a priority and utilizing their professional staff the project was completed in record time with record savings. However, Bergerson Quarterdeck, Vol. 21 No. 2

Construction, Inc., one of the N orthwest's foremost marine construction companies, was the significant link to the project. Their excellent technical advice and professional connections were instrumental in bringing all parties together as partners.

It is very exciting for the Museum to lead the Astoria community in such an important project, and to be viewed by the cruise ship industry as a premiere destination on the Lower Columbia!

- Karen Carpenter GANGWAY!

Getting from shore to ship has never been easier at the Lightship Columbia (WLV-604), thanks to our neighbors aboard the U.S. Coast Guard cutter Resolute. After many years of serving the

West Coast, Resolute was sent for refitting at Curtis Bay, Maryland and will soon be assigned to a new station. Her crew now serve aboard the cutter Alert, stationed at Astoria. When Alert arrived with all-new boarding equipment, the Coast Guard was able to surplus their old gangway for the benefit of visitors boarding the Museum's Lightship.

Tongue Point Job Corps Center assisted in modifying the gangway with new railings. Students in the welding techniques class volunteered a few weeks of their time for the alterations. The new gangway replaced a heavy and awkward wooden brow that was reaching the end of its maintenance life. The Museum is thankful to her neighbors for their interest in public safety and looking after the Lightship Columbia.

-Karen Carpenter

Installation of the new gangway.

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Ships, Rails and Teenage Tales

by Don Goodall All during my Astoria childhood I Jived near First and Bond streets, just a block or so from the Columbia River .

From our back porch I watched hundreds of passing ships over those years. By the age of 12 I could identify the flag of every seagoing nation.

Small wonder that this parade of ships, coupled with a fondness for reading sea stories, created in me a romantic image of seafaring and a desire to "go to sea" when I grew up.

Thus it was on graduation from Astoria High School I left immediately for Portland and the seafarers' hiring hall, hard by, as I recall, the Burnside Bridge.

Here began one of my first lessons in growing into manhood. Despite my overwhelming desire to be at sea, jobs in 1936 were few and far between. At the hiring hall it was a matter of first come, first served. Those were Jong, frustrating days as I watched man after man ahead of me get assigned to ships. Not only did I have to wait my turn, I had to wait for a ''beginner" job.

After nearly a month of sitting at the hiring hall day after day, I saw an ordinary seaman's job on the States Lines' SS Texas show up on the call board. The ship was headed for the Orient. How more romantic could it get!

But, I was in for another lesson in growing up. Just as I was ready to claim the post, another man with seniority took it. What bitter disappointment! Then, shortly after the SS Texas incident, another job showed up, that of a wiper on the SS Excelsior, American Export Lines. This one I got. My career at sea was launched.

Francisco Bay for three months. One of the consequences of this down time was later to plague me, but more about that in a moment.

It is worth noting that neither my mother nor father really approved of their 17 year old son going off to sea; but to their credit, they did not try to stop me. I still remember with fondness that my father drove the 100 miles from Astoria to Portland to bid me good-bye the

afternoon before we sailed. Now I realize how difficult that must have been for him. But then, full of a teenager's excitement and the anticipation of a sea voyage, I didn't appreciate his feelings .

When we sailed from Portland, we made a brief detour to Bellingham where we unloaded the last bit of cargo that had been originally Jaded on the East Coast.

Then it was out to sea. We were truly on our way to New York!

UNDER WEIGH

The Excelsior was built at the tail end of the First World War. She was a typical freighter of that time, except that she had turbines rather than reciprocating engines. Those turbines at full power made a roar that was like walking into a wall of sound when descending to the engine room. I never served on a ship with reciprocating engines, but I know that the Joss of hearing I experienced later in life stems from the beating my ears took in the Excelsior's engine room.

The Excelsior had departed the East Coast several months prior to her arrival in Portland, loaded with a cargo of steel for constructing the San Francisco Bay Bridge. On her arrival in San Francisco there was a nationwide strike of masters and mates. So she lay at anchor in San

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Don Goodall at the age of seventeen just before beginning his career at sea as a wiper on the SS Excelsior.

THE JOB

If there is a lower form of work than being an apprentice wiper on a cargo ship, I have yet to find it. My boss was the Third Assistant Engineer. It would not be appropriate to say that he hated me, but I would guess that he held me in considerably less than high regard . For example, he put me to work painting the turbine housings with white paint. Subsequently he despatched me to the top of the engine room to paint the steel grating walkways with black paint. The result was inevitable. Flecks of black paint dropped from on high to the freshly painted white below.

I don't know that I've ever seen anyone madder than the Third Assistant Engineer when he saw what had happened .

Of course I thought it was stupid to paint in that sequence, but I was following orders. At any rate, the next thing I knew I was assigned to the worst job I've ever had. The "floor" in a ship's engine room consists of steel lattice-like gratings. Anything that is dropped or leaks-like oil, water, cigarette butts, etc. falls through the gratings and ends up on the tops of the fuel and water tanks below.

My job was to crawl into the space between the gratings and the tank tops and dean them off. It is my impression that this task had never been done in the 17 years between the Excelsior's launch and my arrival aboard. Fortunately, I am not given to claustrophobia. So day after day I crawled into that confined space with a five-gallon pail and a handful of rags. I'd swab until the rag was saturated with grease and oil, then wring it into the bucket, repeating this process until I had the bucket about two-thirds full. Then I'd inch my way out, climb three flights of ladders to the deck, dump the bucket's contents over the side (who had heard of environmental pollution in those days), then climb back down three flights and inch my way back into the crawl space.

To make matters worse we were sailing off the coast of Mexico and it was hot, hot, hot. I took a thermometer with me once to see just how hot it was on those tank tops . It read 116 degrees. The humidity was 100 percent. Needless to say, I was losing pints of liquid every day through sweating, and this led to another lesson in growing up.

ALONG THE WAY

Our ship's cook was a Central American. He observed my frequent forays out of the engine room to dump those buckets over the side. He knew I was in constant need of liquid to replenish what I was losing in sweat. So one day he ofQuarterdeck, Vol. 21 No. 2

fered me a pitcher of lemonade. Then came the lesson. He told me I was a very attractive boy and invited me to his cabin. Now, I hadn't had a lot of instruc-

legs. How others could eat at the same table with me is a mystery.

After the longest 27 days in my life, the Excelsior steamed into New York and I

I had two things, money in my pocket and the firmest of convictions that my seafaring days were over. tion in such matters, but I knew going to his cabin wasn't a good idea. For reasons only he knew, the cook kept giving me lemonade, even though I kept turning down his invitations.

Early on I mentioned that the ship had been laid up for an extended period in San Francisco. During that time the potatoes for the crew's mess had lain in a deck locker, where they continued to be exposed to every climate imaginable from the coasts of California and Oregon to the Panama Canal. When the cook got around to boiling them they turned into a watery, sour mess. The other foods he served were no better. I finally resorted to eating boiled rice every day, making it palatable with heavy doses of sugar and evaporated milk. For years afterward it was difficult to face a bowl of rice.

Somewhere off the coast of Mexico I flirted with disaster. It started on a Sunday, my one day off. It was a beautiful, sunny day. A cooling breeze was created by the ship's movement. I chose to spend that day on deck, and stripped to my shorts in order to get a tan. Unbeknownst to me, the tropical sun would burn me to a crisp.

Because our crew quarters were too hot for comfort at that latitude, I chose to sleep on deck. That Sunday night, around midnight, I awoke and felt the urge to urinate. Customarily, in this situation, a sailor just lets go over the side, which I proceeded to do. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the deck. My sunburn was so severe that I had fainted .

Were it not for the ship's rail, I would have gone over the side, disappeared into the night sea and been lost to eternity.

By daylight I was so sick that one of the ship's officers, who served as a "doctor," prescribed some aspirin and I was permitted to skip my wiper duties for a day or two. Subsequently I began to peel from head to toe. Great strings of skin would hang from my arms, back and

saw the Statue of Liberty for the first time. We anchored overnight and I saw the German passenger liner Bremen steaming out of the harbor with her name plastered in lights on her side-what a remarkable sight she was at night. Then, after a day or two, I was paid. My hard earned wages amounted to exactly $125.

HOMEWARD BOUND

I had two things, money in my pocket and the firmest of convictions that my seafaring days were over. The problem was that I was 3,000 miles from home and I didn't want to spend those hard earned dollars on train fare back to Astoria. Luckily, or so I thought, I had struck up a friendship with another West Coaster who was older than I and who had experience at riding freight trains, or "riding the rods" as it was known among the hobos.

We couldn't get back home on a ship because in those days the East Coast and West Coast maritime unions were separate. If you were a West Coaster you couldn't get a job on the East Coast and vice versa. So my friend said he would ride the rods back home and invited me to join him, which I did after wiring most of my earnings home, keeping just a few dollars for eating money.

My friend decided that rather than hop a freight train for the first leg of our journey, we'd ride in the blinds of a passenger train. The blinds are that end of a coach which mates to another coach when a train is made up. On a passenger train the blinds are an open area when the coach is mated to the coal tender.

(Remember, these were the days of steam engines fueled by coal.)

It was night time somewhere outside of New York City when we hopped into the blinds on a passenger train. At first all went well . Being midsummer, we weren't cold until we went through some town and picked up water for the boiler 7

"on the fly." While still moving at a fair rate of speed, a device is lowered from the engine into a water-filled trough between the rails. It permits water to be scooped up and fed into the train's water tank. Unfortunately for us, this process resulted in a torrential outpouring of spray. We were soaked to the skin. With the speed of train and the resulting air stream, we were soon shaking with cold.

CAUGHT

About two in the morning, the train pulled into Utica, N.Y. It was railroad policy in those days, at least on passenger trains in New York State, to discourage hobos from riding trains. So it was that a couple of railroad policemen found us cowering and shivering in the blinds.

We were hauled off to the local jail. Talk about growing up! I was getting to be an old man and I wasn't even 18 yet. But worse was yet to come.

The next morning my friend and I were separated and questioned at length as to who we were, where we had been and where we were going. We tried to explain that we were West Coast seamen trying to get home the best way we could, because union rules prevented our shipping out of the East Coast. At first we couldn't understand why the police were making such a big deal out of what was really a minor law infraction. And then they told us.

Among the things they found in our knapsacks was a section of newspaper which we had been using for toilet paper.

In this section there was a story about a rape. The police, quite naturally, had to satisfy themselves that our possession of that piece of newspaper was innocent.

Fortunately, we were able to convince them that we'd had no part in any rape.

Eventually, we were taken before a judge who sternly ordered us to "stay off trains while you are in the State of New York" and Jet us go.

THE LAST LEG

So we hitchhiked along highways from Utica across New York State and down into Ohio. At this point my friend suggested we again try the trains. It was a nice sunny day. We went down to the tracks outside a town and waited for a freight that would be moving slowly enough to board. One came along, but it was moving too fast for me and, after one futile attempt, I gave up and stopped running beside the train. I had visions of slipping and falling under the rolling wheels.

By now I'm sure my friend was tired of shepherding this greenhorn around .

But I'll give him credit; he dropped off the train and walked back to where I was standing somewhat shamefacedly. At that point, I got smart. I told him I was holding him up and that it would be best

if he went on without me. He agreed and we parted company.

Looking back, some 60 years later, I can still recall the sense of loneliness that descended over me at that moment. Seventeen years old, more than 2,000 miles from home, with just $5 hidden away in a slit in my denims.

I hitched a ride into Toledo, Ohio and went to the YMCA . In my filthy, oilstained ship's clothing, I fearfully approached the desk clerk to inquire about a room. God bless him! He believed me when I told him I had money enough to wire home for funds to pay for the room and to buy decent clothing and train fare back to Oregon.

Thus ended my seafaring career. And a whole lot of lessons about growing up.

Don Goodall's maritime experiences did not end in 1936. He was in the U.S. Naval Reserve for three years during the Second World War, being honorably discharged as Boatswain's Mate First Class. His first duty station was the Naval Air Station at Tongue Point. He was later Director of Government Relations for a large chemical manufacturing corporation. He retired and moved to Florida in 1982. He and his wife, Grace, also a native of Astoria, sailed in Chesapeake Bay for many years.

A New Look at the River We Call Home Once in a Jong while there comes to us an author with what the ancient Romans called true Janus vision, one who sees with eyes to the past and to the future .

William Dietrich brings this ability to a new work of groundbreaking consequence, Northwest Passage: The Great Columbia River. Mr. Dietrich takes the reader on a journey through the natural and human histories of "The Great River of the West," inviting us to meet the legendary people who fished, farmed, explored and engineered the river we know today. Dietrich's unbiased treatment of complicated subject matter informs his approach to the Columbia, and reveals why the author won the Pulitzer Prize for his work The Final Forest, a look at the controversies surrounding old growth forests and the spotted owl.

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The interrelationships of the many ecosystems that make up the Columbia River region are presented in a comprehensive guide to the river's history, geology, biology, hydrology, economics, and contemporary politics and management.

But to Dietrich, the river is more than facts and figures, people and politics.

More than just an economic resource, it represents an emotional and spiritual resource for the whole nation.

Stop by the Museum Store and take a look at this new book about the river we call home. Published by Simon & Schuster, the book retails for $26.00. Remember that members receive a 10% discount on all purchases.

-Rachel Wynne

THE -Bess Evinrude, 1909

An exhibit of outboard motors in the Museum's Great Hall features more than 60 motors from as early as 1911 to the latest showroom models. This exhibit will be open through October 31, 1995. Come explore how outboards changed America!

"Throw the Oars A way!" These words, penned by Bess Evinrude in 1909, started a revolution in marine power. Since the turn of the 20th century, detachable outboard motors have transformed the way we use the water - across America and around the world. For work and play, hunting and fishing, up remote waterways and around busy harbors - outboard motors get us there.

"Sea-{Join a

F

ISHER folk or yachtsmen they're all brothers under their oilskins.

en or go dead in heaviest rain or breaking seas. Dependable ignition.

Elto is their motor - and you can prove it wherever fish are caught or yachts anchor.

Light enough for lightest tender; power a•plenty for bulky pound boat, Power for all light auxiliary needs. Takes the drud* gery out of dinghy work. Easily attached to small sail craft. Most compact of all portable motors to stow. (Rudder folds.

Dimensions overall are 10 11 x 14" x 35'' ).

That indomitable, everlasting Elto reliability that's the reason and the answer.

Bespattered with gurry or groomed up like a binnacle, the Elto gives only one result - Performance.

Easiest of all motors to start. Exclusive battery ignition that needs no more than a flip of the fly wheel to start the motor humming. Ignition that can't short or d amp-

Curator of Operations Steve Kann with John Zonich at the Outboard Motor Exhibit opening reception. John set a world straightaway speed record in the C!utility class with this 22 horsepower Evinrude engine in 1950.

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An Elto belon g s on every yacht-sail, power or auxiliary. Send for the Elto book, ELTO OUTBOARD M O TOR COMPANY Ole E v inrude, Pres., Mason Street, D ep l. F , Milwaukee,

This Super Elto and over 60 other motors are displayed at the Outboard Motor Exhibit.

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New Members - January 1 - March 31, 1995 YOUTH

Richard Randall Stuart R. Sinclair Richard Taunton Gregory C. Wells

George Arnall Elizabeth Arnall Ka tie Arnall

Richard J. Green Kathleen L. Guizzotti Mike A. Hall Margaret Johnson Roy & Peggy Kirkam William & Mary Kelly Klein Kevin & Helen McAninch Robert & Roberta Meiser Peter R. Metzger Brandyn M. Muir David A. Pearson Bob & Susan Perry Tom Petersen

FAMILY Dave & Debi Cahall

INDIVIDUAL

Cornelius Daane Joan Brambila David Rick Green R. C. Hanly Leroy C. Heinse Tama Kittredge

Terry Christner Ann & Jim Clarke Terry L. Cook William R. Davis Hal J. Denison Dan Dinsmoor

Barb & Joel Smith Ray Sullivan SUPPORTING

Area Properties, Inc. Captains Jack & Deborah Dempsey Keith R. Franson PaulN.McCracken PILOT

George Beall James A. McClaskey

Increased Memberships - January 1 - March 31, 1995 FAMILY

SUPPORTING

Ackroyd Photography, Inc. Lenard J. Hansen Folger Johnson Roy S. Thornley, Jr.

Tim Dalrymple W. H. Dole A. J. Field William A. Gavin, Jr. Historical Tours of Astoria, Inc.

Molly Vaughn Hunter Lt. & Mrs. D. J. Keigher, USNR-Ret. Kris Jacobson Mr. & Mrs. Ken Ward

SUSTAINING

RADM & Mrs. Edward Nelson, Jr. Dr. & Mrs. Douglas M. O'Connor Someplace Else PILOT Mr. & Mrs. Graham J. Baroey Captain & Mrs. Mitchell Boyce

• Memorial Donations - January 1 - March 31, 1995 JOSEPH WESLEY ANDERSON

JUANITA M. DICHTER

NORMA HUTCHENS

CHRISTINE KAUTTU

Trygve & Aini Duoos George C. Fulton Mr. & Mrs. Eric A. Hauke, Sr. Mr. & Mrs. James L. Hope, Jr. Mr. & Mrs. Sigfred C. Jensen Mr. & Mrs. Eugene Lowe Mr. & Mrs. George Moskovita Ione M. Torgeson

Merrill & Rita Ginn

Mr. & Mrs. Richard D. Johnson

OLIVER W. DUNSMOOR, SR.

ESTHER WIKS JERRELL

Donald & Eleanor Johnson Bill & Lucille Perkins

Mr. & Mrs. Gary A. Green Wanda Haworth John & Betty Peterson

Mr. & Mrs. Roy E. Boyle Trygve & Aini Duoos James & Curie O'Connor

JOHN

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