TOLD by the PIONEERS - Washington Secretary of State

Told
by the Pioneers
dresser drawers, but there were pines at my front door and pines at
my back door nature in the raw. I carried water from the lake. The
driftwood of ages, white as scrubbed pine, washed up on the beach
for fuel. I was never homesick a day and lived every moment of my
life. We added to our homestead. The first fortv acres is known as
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Smith's Addition. We planted an orchard. Later, when the dam
was built, this was inundated.
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Mr. Woodin had his saw mill but was not selling lumber fast enoug-h.
He actually made the people believe that they could not get title to
even a town lot unless there was a house built on it. The result was an
over night production of little shanties, which caused a tenderfoot
child to ask his mother why there were so many privies in Chelan.
The First White Baby
In September, a year from my arrival, my third child was bol'llthe
first white child to be born in the new town of Chelan. A physician
from 'Vaterville was to attend me. Mr. "\Voodin's son broke his
arm, a messenger rushed to Vlaterville to summon the doctor, and I,
conveniently, had my baby while the doctor was there. The fact that
the young doctor had never before delivered a child did not daunt me.
Tmgedy Strikes
On New Year's day, 1889, George Steward staggered into my house.
I did not know him, save as a workman. He babbled of Texas and
said Steward was not his name. I nursed him, but he died. There
was an eclipse of the sun and George passed away while it was at its
full. They buried him beside an Indian grave. This was the first
death in the settlement. George Steward was one of those whose relatives
would never know what had happened to them.
First N etospaper
In 1891 the first newspaper was published.
editor, printer and janitor.
Tenderfeet Arri,ve
Dewitt C. Britt was the
I have to laugh today as I did fifty years ago, over the women who
later joined the pioneers. They boasted of the luxuries they had left
behind them in the East. One lady could not enjoy her meals because
the "bone" dishes (semi-circular plates, an affectation of the 80's,
used for holding small bones) had been forgotten. When she was not
present, they would hold out the picked chicken bones and say, "Dear,
dear! 'Vhat, no bone dishes 1 We won't come here any more."
"My father was a lawyer." "Mine was a physician I came from
St. Louis," "I came from Chicago," and so on just as though we all
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