Beacon Rock, Washington

I'm putting up my feet today and relaxing, because I have a guest post today by the architect who steals my covers (also known as Archie Techt.)  Here's what he wrote:

This scene of Castle Rock in the beautiful Columbia River Gorge, which forms the border between Oregon and Washington states, made me want to go for a visit.  It would have been a search in vain though, since Castle Rock no longer exists.  Well, the basalt monolith still exists, but it is now called Beacon Rock.  Originally named Beaten Rock by Lewis and Clark in 1805 as they headed down the Columbia on their expedition west to the Pacific, the name was later changed to Beacon Rock, then Castle Rock, then back to Beacon Rock in 1916. 

Henry Biddle purchased the 848’ tall rock column in 1915 for $1, then spent the next three years building an approximately mile long series of switch-backed trail and bridges up the near vertical south face to the summit.  Views of the gorge along the way and from the top are spectacular, if a bit vertigo inducing.  A volcanic plug, Beacon Rock is the solidified lava core of a larger volcanic cone, the softer remainder of which was washed away during the ice age by the Missoula floods. 

In the early 1930s, the Army Corps of Engineers looked at all of that rock--essentially a vertical quarry--at the river’s edge, and decided they should blow it up to supply material for a jetty at the mouth of the Columbia River. They got as far as digging three caves at the base for explosives, before the Biddle family gave the property to Washington to be used as a state park (Washington originally refused the gift, so the Biddles offered it to Oregon instead, at which point Washington reconsidered….). 

In more recent history, Daily Postcard author Christine was in a Portland book club with Helene Biddle Dick, granddaughter of Henry.  And when my father passed away, I buried his watch at the top of Beacon Rock, as I felt that it offered a view of timeless beauty in every direction.

The double-entendre of the second card made more sense when I read the back and saw it was intended for WWII soldiers.

 Christine on her way up the switchback trail--hang onto your hat!

 The view of the Columbia River Gorge from the Beacon Rock summit is lovely, even on a cold, misty day.                     

  Here's the back of the first card. 

Tin Types #3

Since very few of the tin types I have are labeled in any way, it's nice to have one that provides an exact location. Island Park was an amusement park located in Auburn, New York on Owasco Lake, one of upstate New York's Finger Lakes. The park is now known as Emerson Park.  The dazed pilot looks like a cross between Dustin Hoffman and Cary Grant.

With few exceptions, the old photographs I have are from upstate New York and  neighboring areas of Pennsylvania. And although we don't know where this child's photo was taken, there is a notation on the back that says: PTM age 6 after Typhoid

These other photos are nameless, but lovely in a mysterious way.

Here's a photo taken by W.M. Hillard of Scranton, Pennsylvania, but we don't know who the man is. Most of the other tintypes were probably also presented in paper folders like this one or in cardboard frames. They likely disintegrated over time or became soiled and were discarded.

Tram Tuesday - Heidelberg, Germany

Electric trams had been around for about five years when Dr. Bine sent this card to his sister Marie. Decades later, I would board a streetcar here every day on my way home from school. There are still streetcars in Heidelberg, along with an S-Bahn and a funicular that goes up to the castle.

The message on the card (written on August 2, 1907) is a continuation from another card that I don't have. I's still interesting though:

_____ from his mother just now. She was writing from the Adler Sanitarium where Schmoll (?) placed her for 2 weeks - he treating her with Moffitt consulting. It is thus much more satisfactory to know her there as we start out on the trip to-morrow Saturday and a weight off our minds as her Los Angeles doctors were by no means as reassuring. She says Moffitt is to write to us as soon as he gets time + Schmoll is to write to Liss about her in a day or so.  Heard from Sadie yesterday. She says  Marcelle got Jeanne ___, a David Salomom- are desirous of knowing whether fish for an Isaac henry ___ Sadie says I'll take her present home later. Also says her dad sent us money. How much? 
I can't make out the last few lines at all.

Here's another card Dr. Bine sent from Heidelberg.

The message reads:

Many a time I ____ I turn up the Bunsenstr. which leads up the RohrbachStr. to the GaisburgStr. Where you see the word "Hotel" stands the Hotel pension "Alt Heidelberg", a more or less modern Pension. That is the Rohrbacj Str. + up that last block to the end + then a block to the right + we are home. You can thus begin to get an idea of where we have been living. Here are the backs of the cards in the same order. 

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Another Dr. Bine post (probably the last) coming soon.