Sunshine On Ki-a-Kut’s Bridge

January 18th, 2014
It is said that Tualatin has a distinct Ice Age, Native American and pioneer history.
Now that I live here at the End of the Oregon Trail, I want to learn more about this area.

I haven’t been feeling all that well this week and have been staying in at home in my pajamas. It has been very foggy and cold day and night. But today the sunshine finally broke through and I felt compelled to take a walk. I had to combine that with going out to buy a wedding gift, so I went to Cook Park over on that part of town where I needed to shop.

And I like to walk there. Cook Park, along the Tualatin River in Tigard, is part of 250 combined acres of natural and open spaces, much of it protected wetland with great bird-watching potential. It is a community place, a fine meeting of the vision of city planners of Tigard, Durham and Tualatin, providing miles of walking paths and river access as well as soccer fields, picnic tables and BBQ grills, a dog park, skate park, basketball and tennis courts.

In 2007, a new walking path/ bicycle bridge was completed over a bend at the Tualatin River, connecting the Tualatin Community Park on the south side to Cook Park on the north side, where a memorial plaque was placed. It is a dedication to Ki-a-kuts, in tragic times, the final chief of the Atfalati band, part of the Kalapuya language group.  Native Americans who lived here long before. Before the pioneers came. Before the US government forced native Americans off their ancient homelands, marched them to the Federal Indian Reservation of Grand Rounde around 1856.

Jan. 22, 1855. | 10 Stats., 1143. | Ratified, Mar. 3, 1855. | Proclaimed, Apr. 10, 1855.

Read this excellent article: The Original Tualatins
about the Tualatin area native Americans written by Mary French, published in The Tualatin Life July 2013.

Long before native Americans and Ki-a-kuts, ice age mammals roamed these acreages. In 1962, John George, a PSU student working on a geology project, was clued in to dig up a mastodon skeletin from the Tualatin swamps. The story of how this amazing historical relic was discovered and came to be on display today in the lobby of the City of Tualatin Public Library can be read here:

I have a library card from there, so I have seen the mastodon display for myself.

Later, bones of ancient mammoth and sloth were also excavated and verified.

Ice Age Mammals Who Roamed Tualatin


Orgonite and Why They Say We Need It

January 17th, 2014

Since 2012, I have been extensively researching online for any other’s validations re: my own observations of the persistent chemtrail activity in our skies. I found that there are actually many different intelligent, skilled and passionate people out there around the world who have thoughts and experiences to share about the subject. And some of them are on opposite sides of the fence. It’s good to understand both sides.

Today I was introduced to Orgonite. Wow.

Nikola Tesla coils. Wilhelm Reich orgone energy. And more. . .

Here are some interesting links.

Don’t know quite how I feel about orgonite, but I know the spraying of chemtrails is real.

Yesterday was Martin Luther King Day. In Portland, Oregon the sun shone all day long in a clean bright blue, cloud free and chemtrail free sky.

As we went about town, as the wonderful sun was shining, I kept my eye on the sky.

I saw Mt. Saint Helens, Mt. Hood, and Mt. Adams in the far distance crystal clear.

But this morning, once again, with my first apprehensive glance out my window, I was hit with that sickening feeling as I saw several lines of chemtrails being sprayed into the bright blue morning sky to the East.

West Linn Jan. 21 Morning Chemtrail Activity in the Eastern Sky

West Linn Jan. 21 Morning Chemtrail Activity in the Eastern Sky

Now, some 5 hours later, the sky is mostly veiled in a whispy white layer.

Open Your Eyes To Chemtrails

January 17th, 2014
Chemtrails Over West Linn January 16, 2014

Chemtrails Over West Linn January 16, 2014

“You mean Contrails.”

No, I mean Chemtrails, as in NOT the so-called normal occasional condensation that you see of the fuel residual of a random passenger jet’s engines passing overhead, but toxic chemicals being deliberately sprayed out from behind very fast flying military style planes at high altitude in long white vaporous lines, often in grid patterns, across the skies all over the world. There is no question that this spraying is happening every day. Based on acute observation and research across the globe, many people warn these incessant maneuvers are likely being done in the attempt to manipulate the weather. Or worse.

I have proof of the chemtrail activity in the skies over Portland, Oregon. I have been taking pictures since June 2012, after at least a year’s time before that, over which I had really started to take notice. My digital photos show date and exact time of each shot, documenting the typical characteristics of these chemical trails over the passing of time.

Many mornings as the sun was rising, I would see them being sprayed. It became very disturbing to see. The trails often lingered for up to an hour before softing and breaking up into wisps spread out across the atmosphere, obliterating a blue sky sunny morning into a day long murky haze.

It is not just one trail once in awhile. It is many many vapor trails day and night.

“You’re crazy.”

Strangers in the park skitter away from me if I ask them to look up and tell me they see the chemtrails and wonder about why this is being done. So far, my friends are dubious. No one wants to hear me talk about it. No one wants to dwell on “conspiracy theories.” People refuse to see what they see.

Wonderful veggie mazza plate at Ya Hala Lebanese Restaurant on SE Stark Street on Tuesday afternoon. When we stepped out onto the sidewalk after lunch, I could not help but look up to the sky and see.

Chemtrails over Stark Street January 14, 2014

Chemtrails over Stark Street January 14, 2014


My Garden Plan

November 11th, 2013

So to start, we built two 4′ X 4′ raised garden bed frames using four 8′ x 2″ doug fir boards from Home Depot. $10.50 ea. I know people say use cedar so your frame won’t rot away, but I am going to test how long this frame lasts, ’cause doug fir is WAY cheaper than cedar. I also had 3 cubic yards of garden soil/compost mix delivered, at $30 per yard plus delivery fee. Wish I had a pick-up truck, but we don’t, so. . .

Here’s my dream list for growing the veggies we like to eat. Now I have to figure out how and where on the property to grow these.

Cool weather crops
Brussell Sprouts
Swiss Chard
Peas – vertical

Hot weather crops
Tomatoes – cage
Beans – vertical
Patty Pans – vertical
Yellow Summer Squash – vertical
Butternut Squash – train over straw bales
Acorn Squash – train over straw bales
Bell Peppers
Cucumbers – vertical

Annual Herbs

At the End of the Oregon Trail

October 21st, 2013

Our 70′s house sits on 1/3 acre up on a mini mountain top above where the Tualatin runs into the Willamette River across from Oregon City, which is historically deemed “End of the Oregon Trail.” Now that we’ve finally purchased a house, I think it’s fitting for me to find a home here, at the end of a long trail of rentals, in that I was born in St. Louis, Missouri, where the Oregon Trail begins. And I have made that convoluted journey over my life to this place, as many others have.

There’s a site where the Oregon Trail passes just south of Boise, Idaho. Many hot summer nights I spent under the stars out in the desert on the trail with my dog and friends when I lived in Boise. In those times I became very interested in the history of the American Indian natives and the early land grabs of the spreading West. But I had no idea I would follow to the end of the Oregon Trail myself.

Meriwether Lewis and William Clark were sent forth by President Thomas Jefferson in 1804 to explore and document the uncharted lands west of the Mississippi River which had been acquired by the United States from France via the Louisiana Purchase in 1803. Louis and Clark and team started their infamous journey near St. Louis, Missouri, setting out in boats up the Missouri River.

They ended their journey West at the mouth of the Columbia River where it crashes into the Pacific Ocean, paddling past what would become, more than 140 years later, Portland, Oregon at the confluence of the Willamette River.

Along the way they documented extensive facts on the Northwest’s natural resources, including minerals, animal species and native plants. One such plant was a woody shrub with fragrant clusters of white flowers which the expedition found growing and gathered for a specimen as they passed through Idaho. The shrub was later given the Latin name Philadelphus Lewisii, but today it is more generally known as Lewis’ Mock Orange, or the Syringa, state flower of Idaho.

The expedition also met along the way and recorded 48 different tribes of native Americans, peoples who had already long been living in these “undiscovered areas,” who had their own history along with extensive knowledge of the geography, plants and animals of their regions.

Among these tribes listed are the Willamette River Clackamas and the Columbia Chinook who lived in an area which is now Clackamas County, which includes the great Mt. Hood, salmon rich tributaries and surrounding magestic forests.

Thus began a flow of pioneer emigrants West. The native cultures were to face the devastating impact.

Robert Moore left Missouri and traveled the Oregon trail in 1839 and would become the founder of the first pioneer settlement in the area which would become today’s West Linn, across the river from Oregon City. Long ago, this was where tribes of Clackamas Indians lived and fished at Willamette Falls. It is recorded that the natural bounty of the area, game animals, birds, fish and over 100 kinds of edible plants, was so rich that the Clackamas had plenty for themselves and for trading. But by 1857, the few who had not by then perished from the ravaging diseases introduced by the early seafarer explorers, traders, and settlers were displaced, rounded up by the US Government and marched to Grand Ronde Indian Reservation 70 miles away in the Coast Range.

Guess I’ll have to say West Linn is my town now, ’cause that’s where this 70′s house was built.

It’s a long way from Missouri to Oregon, over many roads with varying difficult routes. In my life, as I’ve traveled all over the West, leaving Missouri in 1959, I know my path has crisscrossed those of the Oregon Trail pioneers and wandering Indian food gatherers all along the way.

In the present, one of my favorite people, with the name of Syringa, now attends Lewis and Clark College in Portland. :)

Intriguingly, we found there were a couple of old Syringa bushes growing on the property of the 1950′s era Lake Oswego house we leased for 6 years. Not a common landscaping plant, but there they were. I clipped and pressed the blossoms.