Sunday, May 29, 2016

Bathing Beauties At Koberg's Beach

In the course of my discoveries, in trying to get things sorted, I came across a few more pictures of bathing beauties. Unfortunately some of the pictures in this group had not been treated very well over the years and some were not taken well in the first place and are out of focus.
These pictures were taken circa 1916 to 1920, and it must have been summer time, as the Columbia River is far too cold to be swimming in at other times of the year. They show grt. grandma, Wanda Dale Roberts, who went by Dale to her friends and Matie to her family. She is with her family and friends at Koberg's Beach, a pleasure resort that was just east of Hood River, that no longer exists, but was greatly enjoyed at the time by locals and visitors to the area. It was destroyed by the rising water when they built Bonneville Dam.
Here is Caroline Hutchins, on the left and beside her is Gennedean Kress, both are Grandma Matie's cousins. Caroline was the daughter of Martelle Marie Rouget and John L. Hutchins. Martelle's mother was Caroline "Carrie" Ellen Zimmerman, sister to our Grandma May Zimmerman-Roberts. Martelle's father was Amos Rouget. Now Gennedean Kress was the daughter of Agnes "Inez" L. Zimmerman & John "Jack" Jacob Kress. Aunt Inez was another sister to Grandma May.
Here is another of Gennedean Kress, this time on the left, with Matie on the right. Don't you just love those bathing suits?! They are even wearing stockings to cover their legs. Looks like a good way to drown if you ask me. How on earth could they possibly swim in those? I adore the bathing caps tho, don't you?!

In this picture Gennedean Kress can be seen on the upper right, and Matie is on the center bottom, beginning to fall over backwards. Who the rest are I have no idea, but am certain they were friends or family.
I do wish this one had turned out better. The boys seem to be there in equal numbers as the girls and having just as much fun. Their suits were most likely wool and one piece, like the one seen on Dick at Seaside, and tho scratchy, would certainly have been a lot easier to swim in than the bulky suits of the girls. Wish I knew who some of them were, but sadly these last two pictures had no labels.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Bathing Beauties At The Beach

While sorting and cleaning up some old pictures I came across these wonderful ones taken at Seaside, Oregon circa 1935. The day looks so splendid and the bathers certainly look like they are having fun in the sun and sand. These are of Grandma Maryann, her mother Dale, and father Dick, and her Grandmother May. You have got to love the getup's. Bathing suits have come a long way from those days. I especially love grandpa in his one piece bathing suit which dates from 1918-1920. The thing was made of wool and must have itched something fierce.
Grandma Maryann Scearce would have been around the age of 12 or 13 in this picture, she is pictured here with her mother, Dale Roberts-Scearce. Gotta love the caps and suits.
This batch of bathing beauties is Grt. Grandma May Zimmerman-Roberts, her daugther, Dale Roberts-Scearce, and her daughter, Maryann Scearce. So three generations of ladies when swimming in the sea at Seaside. What a lovely trio!
                      Here is a better closeup of Grt. Grandma May. Doesn't she look snazzy?!
Here's a glamorous picture of father, Dick and daughter, Maryann Scearce at that self same beach at Seaside. He in the wool one piece swimsuit before mentioned.
I think of all the pictures I like this one the best of Grandpa Dick, holding a crab. It is so iconic don't you think?! Andrew found one just about like it when we went to Seaside one summer and we had the great pleasure of taking it home and eating it. It was delicious!

Monday, May 16, 2016

Life On Hawaii's Whole Acre

Today I thought I would share how amusing life on our acre here in Hawaii can be when the washing machine fails. Just like our pioneer ancestors it was back to the washtub and stomping of dirty clothes like grapes in the countryside in Italy. Only this wasn't a show put on for tourists. It gave me a much better understanding of what our frontier families went through in order to clean their clothes. (I didn't however resort to the washboard or beating the clothes on rocks.) Needless to say it is a time consuming, hand wringing, and back breaking process. One chore I shall gladly give back to the machine to do, as soon as the proper parts come in. Which had better be real soon.

Thankfully my son, Andrew was here to lend me a hand and make shorter work of it. I also was very glad I had purchased, for a bleaching project, these very handy black tubs, which you can buy at Home Depot for under twenty bucks. They are usually used for mixing cement, but one was just right for what we needed.

I am also thankful that I use eco friendly laundry soap, and can attest that it is really easy on the feet. I was soon wishing for an old 40's wringer washer before we were done, as the wringing is the worst part of the whole process.

We even had hot water, since the black hose was laying in the sun. Now if you think it looks easy, I challenge you to try it sometime. You will surely work up a sweat, just as we did.

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Sunday, May 1, 2016

Close Encounter With A Japanese White Eye

Have you ever had one of those days where the clouds loom heavy and you just can't seem to shake the doldrums?! Well the other day I was having one of those days, when a singular thing happened that made me forget all about them and made me think instead of how wonderful are Gods little creatures, and how blessed we are by them.

It all started with a light thump I heard on my shop window, I thought it was odd so I went outside to see what had caused it. Sadly lying on the cold concrete beneath my window was a small green bird with a yellow throat, all limp and sad and at first I thought, very dead. I thought I might at least pick it up and dispose of it properly, but when I picked it up I could still feel its heart beating, so I cupped it gently in my hand and tried to warm it up. It lay very still and limp at first and then slowly began to perk up. It had been stunned by my window and had not broken its neck as I first thought. Soon it started opening and closing its beak and trying to get its bearings. I held it gently until it rustled about and got its legs back under itself. For ten or fifteen minutes it just sat in my hand and made no attempt to fly. It looked me up and down and peered about acting not the least bit afraid. When it had finally caught its breath it flew quickly to a red tea plant not far away, and then on to one of my palm tree's.

I was so glad that it was not unduly injured, and was very grateful for being able to help it recover. That little bird sat so trusting in my hand, it made me feel good to help it. I was able to examine it very closely and had my son take some very nice pictures, so I could share them here. Needless to say any thought of the doldrums flew away with the bird. I was so thrilled to be able to hold that gentle creature, it is something I will not soon forget.

The bird is a Japanese White Eye, so named no doubt because of the white ring around its eyes. I have flocks of these that come into my tree's in the morning and twitter and sing as they busily search for food.
They are building nests at the moment in the Banyan tree and no doubt will raise a number of healthy broods. Now isn't it the most darling looking bird?!