Still dry around here.
Last week there was a heavy rain just across the northern border that caused street flooding in Ashland, but not much here. We’ve heard thunder and had maybe half a dozen big rain drops. The latest thunder was just yesterday evening, to the west over Scott Valley. That’s been it so far.
Hope springs eternal …
Preplanning and follow-up meetings for the summer’s radio events are happening with predictable regularity. On the plus side … we’ve been doing this so long there are templates for assignments and instructions. Next sunday will be the Summit Century Bicycle Event which includes climbs up four of the peaks in this area … Parks Creek on the Pacific Crest Trail, Mumbo Basin in back of Castle Crags, Castle Lake (my station), and the old ski bowl in avalanche gulch on Mt Shasta. Mark and Mikayla (both of whom have amateur licenses … AB2LI and KE2VQD) will be here and both will be working with us.
That will make three events done and leave three to go.
The radio shack is getting repair and reroofing. The edges of the rafters had rotted over the years (the “shack” has been without repair of any kind since the 50s). Members were able to get supplies and roofing work donated, so member responsibility was minimal.
The meeting place is now secure from above for the next few years.
August is turning out to be another busy month. If things go as they have in the past, in just a few days it will be September.
Still, any time I begin to feel pressured I think about the alternative … sitting, slumped, staring at my feet wondering if anyone ever wonders if I’m still around.
In addition, books are even sweeter when you have to steal reading time.
Genealogy has naturally taken a back seat lately even though I have continued to do my volunteer time at the Family History Center. Still, the latest surprise was an unexpected contact from a researcher interested in the Bruten (Brewton, Bruton, Browtun, Brutown, Brutan, … but you get the idea) family. My maternal grandfather’s maternal grandmother (did you follow that?) was a Bruten. By using and expanding on that researcher’s work, I found a couple of wills from the early 1800s which list slaves by name. The will makers’ family were landowners in the Spartanburg area of South Carolina. So if you know any genealogists interested in slave history, aim them at the Brutons in South Carolina around 1810-20.
Another interesting side finding was the source of an family name. My direct ancestor was named Enoch (not my great-great-grandmother … her father). It is an unusual name but was quite prevalent in the Bruten family (and may still be).
In the tracking, I found the source … a grandmother named Rebecca Enoch/Enochsdotter, daughter of John Enoch/Enochs/Enochsson, son of Enoch Enochsson. This is the first sign of Scandinavian history I’ve found.
I’ll get back to that line later.
During the session of HOT weather, the tomatoes did well and the corn put on a spurt. Then we had a few days of cooler temps and things slowed a bit. In fact, the corn got stuck at a bit more than knee-high. I was feeling a bit down. Then on a trip into town I checked out some of the gardens along the way and found that their corn isn’t any higher than ours. Not a good growing year in spite of the temps in the 90s and 100s.
We haven’t been seeing the does and fawns as much lately. Due to the drought, they may be feeding a bit further up Mt Eddy. And the sand cranes have left the meadow.
The reservoir is dryer than I have ever seen it. The water is scummy. There is green growth around the edges of what water there is. The level is below the intakes which normally carry the irrigation water north into the Shasta Valley. And there is no water for fire fighting. In the past, helicopters have dipped into the reservoir for water drops and water tenders have filled there. Not this year …
The edgy feelings in re possible fire are still nagging. I made backups of all my genealogy stuff and stashed it away. So if we get burned out, remind someone that all that work is on a separate hard drive in the grey fire safe at the foot of the stairs.
Mornings are cool. The heat doesn’t hit until about 0930.
There will be no blog next week. I will be away from the 5th through the 12th. Mikayla will be here with George. She has been working as a cook (on a street wagon and in a sports bar). That should make for some new and interesting meals.
I will miss the county fair this year. George plans to take Mikayla, probably on free-admission-for-seniors day. The grandchildren used to be here every summer, so Mikayla’s been going to the Golden Fair since she was about 5. She used to like the cattle barn. Who knows what she’ll want to see this year.
Speaking of the cattle barn … that reminded me that years ago, when we were new to the area and the fair, there was a woman who raised Jersey cattle and showed them at the fair. Each year she would take up the entire southwest quarter of the dairy cattle barn. Usually at least two of her cows would be on the verge of calving which made it exciting trying to guess the best time to visit the cattle barn to maybe get in on the birth. She slept in the show barn with her cows rather than in a travel trailer like the other exhibitors.
I was told by a former 4-H member that once, when she herself was very pregnant, the Jersey lady was sleeping in her barn with an ill animal when she went into labor and delivered. So when later she yelled at her kid “Were you born in a barn?”, the kid could answer “Yea. Remember?”
I’ll tell you about my adventure when I get back.
So … until the 13th …