From a conversation with reporter Charlie Lamb:
Most of the Indians around here believe in Bigfoot. They all say they know him. My neighbor’s kids were fishing by the river in a January fog. They never go there alone. None of the Indians do. A big dark form came charging, rustling in the brush. They shot at it — the one kid’s gun backfired, burned his face. They threw their guns down and ran. Next day, a cow was found with bullet wounds in a pasture by the river.
Indians won’t camp near Satus Pass: the Stick People will stab them in the middle of their sleep. In the middle of town, they’ll steal your beer. Watermelon, too.
This is all I know of this.
In my journal entry, just noticed, my library book was overdue. [Only one?]
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How to Survive
- Use your hands.
- Learn to fish. Garden.
- Mechanics are always needed. Welders, too.
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The city sat in the Upper Valley, separated at Union Gap from the Lower Valley. At the time, I was living near Wapato in the Lower Valley and commuting between the two. Photo by A. Balet via Wikimedia Commons.
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First whites in the region arrived mostly as American stock. Most recent immigrants mostly from Netherlands and Scandinavia. Generally, little personal ethnic awareness.
Unlike the Midwestern Germans, or Irish, Italian, German, and Scots elsewhere.
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American values
- Money rather than happiness
- Automobiles above holiness
- Television rather than poetry
- Supermarkets rather than gardens
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From Spiralbound Cascadia with commentary.
