Thursday, September 11, 2008

The Silverton Murals, Part II

The Gallon House Bridge
Oregon has the largest collection of covered bridges in the northwest and one of the largest in the country. The tradition began in the 1850's when pioneers began using the local Douglas Firs to build the spans along with the enclosures above them that dramatically increased their useful lifetimes.
The Abiqua Creek Bridge was built in 1916 over that stream northwest of town. (for the engineers out there, it's a Howe truss structure, like most of the covered bridges here.) It survived a flood in 1964 that knocked it off its supports as well as a few restorations, some poor and some (like the most recent) that returned it to pristine condition. But it was "white lightning" that gave the bridge the history that made it mural-worthy.
Back then Silverton was a dry town, but Mount Angel to the north was 'wet' - and the Abiqua was the dividing line between districts. It didn't take long for the bridge to become an illicit distribution point for liquor. Gallons of whiskey from a distillery in Mount Angel would be left at a blind drop at the north end of the bridge. And thus the "Gallon House Bridge" was born. The practice continued with moonshine when Prohibition made the whole country dry in 1920.
That's Mateo with the mural above and again at the bridge itself below. We sometimes detour through it on our way back from his twice-weekly morning daycare.

In the detail below, and a poem (second picture below) the mural envisions the bridge "in days gone by" as more than just a locale for the illicit exchange of moonshine, but also a place for a picnic and a stolen kiss.



And there's Mateo still wielding his little camera below. It's still the only way to get him to sit still for staged photos. He's okay as long as he gets a turn to shutterbug first before posing for our shots. I'm convinced he's going to be a celebrity someday, as he's already prepared for the paparazzi ("No pictures!") The final photo is one of his better compositions.




Appropriately, Mount Angel still serves as a symbol of liquid cheer for Silverton, the Willamette Valley and Portland, as this very weekend the town will host an Oktoberfest that's the 'largest folk/harvest festival in the northwest'. Mount Angel is home to a large Bavarian population, German restaurants, a sausage company, an Abbey full of monks, a traditional Glockenspiel clock with life-sized moving figures, and a few thousand residents. But for four days, an extra 350,000 people will come to celebrate. We'll be bringing some friends from out of town, and volunteering for a shift at our church's Knights of Columbus bratwurst booth. Expect to see a detailed report in an upcoming blog. I myself will be doing some extensive research, involving a 14-ounce plastic cup and an oompa band....

Monday, September 01, 2008

Can it possibly football time already??


Mateo has been having a great summer...he's taken to practicing being a defensive line guy...or perhaps a center! Matt and Mateo are going to California in October to see the Patriots play the 49ers...it will be a great trip because Papa will fly to meet them, so there will be some good bonding time.

Matt had to make sure that Mateo would be appropriately outfitted, so he found a "sale" on a sweatsuit when he ordered the Patriots Media Guide (did you even know there was such a thing as a Media Guide and that members of the general public who aren't media purchase it...it is really just a trick to get them to purchase other paraphernalia...which Matt has fallen prey to!!


Good thing Mateo is just so cute...he wears the helmet well!

We went camping this weekend (yes in tents) for the first time in my married life...it was fun! More pictures from that adventure soon...we came home yesterday (Sunday) so that I could can and so I made 40 half pints of raspberry jam...amazing what happens when you have focus!!

Love from Oregon, Sarah & Matt & Mateo

Sunday, August 17, 2008

The Murphy's Barbeque

Our friends, Greg & Angela Murphy, invited us to help celebrate their niece's 21st birthday. Angela invited Nona to join us...and she agreed. Nona is sporting a new dress...which is really much more blue & purple than this picture indicates.


Angela's brother & parents co-own this bouncy house...which Mateo just simply could not get enough of...it even had it's own slide built in.


Greg Murphy, the host with the most, sporting a kitchen towel...what a man!!


Mateo holding Buford...he is so tired, he can barely keep his eyes open...but he wants nothing to do with sleeping!


Mateo got tired of waiting for adults to pull him in the train...so he took matters in his own hands.



Our digital camera takes decent short videos...this is proof of Mateo's love for the bouncy house!

We have lots more pictures to post of things we have been doing...so check back soon for more pics.

Love from Silverton! The Millers

Friday, August 15, 2008

The Silverton Murals, Part I

So here's the first in what I'll call the mural series. Mateo and I like to jump in the baby jogger (well, he does; I push it) and visit places in town. Now that we're enjoying summer, the "like to" above is more often becoming "do". It's good exercise for Dad, and yet another opportunity for Mateo to satisfy his most frequent request: "Outside?"
Our favorite place to visit is the park, which has a great new play structure, and a river runs through it. But pretty much on the way to any place we'd go is one of Silverton's Murals. The first was painted in 1992, and we're at 15 and counting. Along with the antique and craft shops, they help to make Silverton a destination in itself for those who are on their way to Silver Falls State Park, the Oregon Garden, or Mount Angel's Oktoberfest. They're a great piece of Americana and small town history that ratchet up the quaint factor almost as much as our penny parking meters.
So here's the first in the series. Everyone say hello to:

Bobbie, the Wonder Dog
Silverton Bobbie, as he's also known, was a scotch collie and farm dog who lived on the Abiqua River north of town back in 1922 (not far from a house we nearly bought when first moving here.) Later, when his masters sold him to the new owners of their farm and moved into town, he began walking the several miles to their cafe on weekends. Good training, because the next year, when they bought Bobbie back and took him on a cross-country trip to visit relatives, he became lost in Indiana. Six months later, he turned up back in Silverton and became a national sensation, starring in a silent movie, a Ripley's Believe it or Not cartoon, and in a few bidographies. Some claim his story inspired the book "Incredible Journey". The links below will fill out the story for you:


http://www.igougo.com/story-s1221155-Silverton-Footloose_and_Footsore_The_Tale_of_Bobbie_the_Wonder_Dog.html
http://www.silvertonor.com/murals/bobbie/bobbie_wonder_dog2.htm
http://www.silvertonor.com/murals/bobbie/bobbie_collie.htm
"Silverton's Bobbie" book
"Wonder Dog" Book




Here's the little guy at Bobbie's mural. His hands are up because he's clutching his brand new camera. He's been starting to say "no pictures" when mom and dad get snapshot happy, so I thought I'd need a little assist to get through this mural project. I found a little kid's camera with his hero "Lightining McQueen" from the movie "Cars" on it. I figured he'd be more amenable to pictures if he got to take some too. It worked. This is the first day he used the camera. For the first couple of days, his favorite subject was his own nose (he couldn't tell at first which direction to point the camera) to the extent that we could have produced an Andy Warhol-like series on his nostrils and made a killing with an exhibition at one of those art galleries in Portland's Pearl district.




Detail shots of the mural, including Bobbie's journey, and his press coverage.



Here's Mateo between Bobbie's statue and a replica of his house, one of the gifts lavished on him after his journey. The original is at the Humane Society in Portland, where he's buried (Rin Tin Tin laid a wreath on his grave.)




And finally, a shot destined to be remembered as the first, thoughtful work of a truly great photographer. his thumb and my studly calves frame the road in front of the Bobbie mural

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Sister Beach Time


So last weekend (or the weekend before, I can't remember as time is flying by)...Rachel came for a weekend to visit & have some vacation. I arranged for us to spend two nights, three days on the coast. If you watched the previous beach post, you know the weather karma was "raining" upon me...this trip turned out a bit better...these are Rachel's feet on our deck.

Rachel tells me this is the standard "My Space" picture, where someone holds out the camera and takes a picture of themselves...in this case what a great background!

This is one of the best pictures we have taken...third time is a charm!!

Sun + Beach+ Oregon=Miracle...for confirmation, see previous ocean post pictures!!

Rachel in front of a big rock at Cape Kiawanda near Tillamook...what you can't tell is that she is standing in front of a Suburban which is parked on the beach...very strange!

We had a great time together and I am looking forward to it being an annual tradition.

Love from Oregon, Sarah