Crabtree Falls

Sunday, April 28, 2013

The Biltmore Estate


Samantha Brown had taken a hiatus from her show on the Travel Channel, but apparently she's coming back with something new.  Not long ago she was in Asheville.

Here's an article about the Biltmore accommodating the President during his 2010 trip.

Read more here: http://www.charlotteobserver.com/2012/05/25/3267238/born-for-biltmore.html#storylink=cpy


Orchids will herald the start of Biltmore's bloom season, March 21 through May 31. The stunning floral displays - featuring nearly 100,000 tulips - across the estate celebrate the majesty of Fredrick Law Olmsted's legacy as Biltmore's master horticulture planner. To plan your trip, check Biltmore's seasonal Bloom Report to see what's coming into color. Biltmore's restaurants will feature special menu items, with the Winery offering a commemorative spring wine and wine seminars.   Explore Asheville

And for music lovers - Biltmore's Summer Concert Series


The Biltmore vineyard is actually one of over a hundred in North Carolina, so it's not necessarily special.  In fact, historically, NC, at one time, grew more grapes than any state in the country.  What stands out to me is that when there was a rebirth of the industry in North Carolina, the owners and operators of the Biltmore turned to French winemakers to produce a quality product.  They needed their advice, first, and then they needed an expert - someone actually from France - to actually come over to the Biltmore Estate to show them how it's done. 

Some other notable examples of thinking (an acting) outside the box:  the Japanese during The Meiji Restoration, the young Russian czar Peter the Great's tour of Europe, Silicon Valley recruiting computer programmers from India during the dot.com revolution, Brazil becoming a world leader in alternative energy, some Georgia farmers (US state) tapping into the growing international olive oil trade, the Chinese turning more to a state-capitalist system that is now simply out-pacing the whole world, and North Carolina looking at M.I.T in Boston (and Silicon Valley) as a model for merging government, science, business and education into a Research Triangle, etc. 

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Goodbye Solo, Hello Blowing Rock


I am captivated by indie (independent) films.  I love blockbusters, but lower budget, high quality films, released outside of the huge movie industry, can be equally good, if not better.  But because they are not marketed widely and they often lack any "star" appeal, you have to search a bit more for them.  It helps tremendously to have a independently run local movie store that offers a broader selection of movies than, say, a Blockbuster typically does.  And, if you live in a large enough city where the motion-picture arts are appreciated and supported, you might be lucky to attend some film festivals, where you can be exposed to a wide range of independent films, films with up-and-coming directors and even a vast array of foreign film releases.  And don't forget the Internet!  You can find specialized websites that review various indie films, and you can take the titles you desire to your movie rental place or order them from NetFlix.  I have found that Blockbuster, for example, won't carry all films, but they sometimes can order and hold them for you, at no cost to you other than your typical rental rate.  There are ways to do get those indie films!

Goodbye Solo is a fabulous film, both for its inspiring messages and for its incredible scenery.  As film critic A.O. Scott points out, "it has an uncanny ability to enlarge your perception of the world."  When I watched it, I saw bits of my family and hometown.  I also was able to identify with the main characters because of my travels and because of my cross-cultural marriage, both of which give me a different way of looking deeper into the nuances and complexities of my own culture.  My wife gives me another set of eyes!  Goodbye Solo also has a familiar setting:  North Carolina!  The town of Blowing Rock (94 miles north of Asheville) plays a prominent role, and so does Winston Salem.  My late great-uncle, William Felix Vann (Bumps), loved Blowing Rock.  In fact, the last time he visited Blowing Rock, he went hiking on the Boone Fork Trail, walking it with his sons, granddaughters and others.  And today, Uncle Bumps' Chapel Hill, NC-based son continues to have great passion for Blowing Rock, and takes regular trips there.  Kade and I must get on board!  We have been twice, but haven't explored the area nearly enough.  This year we hope to get up on the rock - or close to it - and we hope to walk across the Grandfather Mountan bridge.

Here's what Roger Ebert thought of Goodbye Solo.   For other top movie locations in Asheville and the surrounding mountains, click here.   For Asheville-specific, in the movies, go here.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

John Jolly Espy, Jr. (Bud John)



(L-R) Bud John (on pony), workers, Emma Carroll Espy (in car), JJ Espy, Sr. (next to car), Major

JJ Espy, Sr. and Emma w/ their kids (L-R), Major, Sarah Frances and John, Jr. (Bud John)
Missing is Josephine, who died at a very young age

Major, Bud John, Sarah Frances

in NYC

Far Right - Bud John and Major playing with one another.
(L-R) Sarah Frances, Major, Emma (Granny Espy), Bud John and Major

(L-R) Major, Emma (Granny Espy), Sarah Frances, Bud John

  

 

June 1922


 





The Dothan Eagle
June 4, 1932


w/ daughter, Beverly


w/ mother Emma (Carroll) Espy and daughter Beverly

Bud John, Sarah Lena (Poole) Espy and Beverly


 
Bud John and Beverly, downtown Atlanta



Bud John holding his granddaughter, Amy
  
Bud John with daughter Beverly and granddaughter Amy

(L-R) Major, Bud John, Sarah Frances


 My Father - John Jolly Espy, Jr.
By Beverly Espy Dayries 

Born – June 11, 1904

Second child, first son of John Jolly Espy, Sr. and Penelope Emma Carroll Espy (or Emma Penelope Carroll Espy).  First of their children to be born at the then newly built house at 304 East Church St., Headland, Alabama. 

John J. Espy, Jr. was known to everyone as “Bud John.” 

The Espy family belonged to the Headland First Baptist Church, which was an influence throughout the lives of each family member.  The Espy house was across the street from the church.  JJE, Jr. belonged to the church as a child and returned there when he moved back to Headland in his later years. 

During his days as a student, he attended the Gulfport Military Academy, a report card showing him there in 1918.  Later he attended the Alabama Polytechnic Institute (now Auburn University) (approximately 1921 – 1924) and Sanford in DeLand, Florida, where he studied for the ministry.   

From 1924 until 1929 John Espy, Jr. worked at the First National Bank of Headland, Alabama, first as teller and bookkeeper, and next as Assistant Cashier.  (In 1933 this bank merged with the Farmers and Merchants Bank in Headland to become The Headland National Bank.)  It was said that Daddy was very trustworthy and kept very accurate and easily read records at his places of employment. 

As a young man he made several big trips, taking a rail tour of the West and sailing to Europe, where he spent some time in Germany.  In about 1930 he also visited his sister Sarah Frances at her homes in New York City and later, Newark, N.J.  He lived with his sister and her first husband, Charles Watson Sidney, in Newark, N.J., for a period (1930 census) while working at the Port Newark National Bank of Newark, New Jersey.  As many other banks in this period of depression were closing, so did the Port Newark bank. 

On April 18, 1931 JJE, Jr. enlisted as a Private in The Army of the United States.  He was stationed at Fort McDowell, California, and spent a period at Ft. Kamehameha, Honolulu, H.T.  On February 19, 1932 he received an Honorable discharge. The discharge document shows that JJE had blue eyes, light brown hair, a fair complexion, and was 5 feet 9-1/2 inches in height.  To this I add that his ethnic geographical background was British Isles.  While he did not receive a Medical Discharge, he did leave the Army for health reasons. His discharge shows that his physical condition was Poor.  However, his character was reported as Excellent. 

I should include in his physical appearance, that J.J.E., Jr. at some point in his life acquired a tattoo.  He likely got it before I was born.  It was a very large multi-colored tattoo of the head of Jesus.  It was on his left inner arm – below the elbow, and above the wrist. 

J.J.E., Jr. suffered various serious health problems throughout his life.  The problems greatly affected his work and his personal life.

On May 29. 1932, he married Sara Lena Poole, a native of Lee County, Georgia, who had moved to Headland, Alabama, to teach in the school there.  Among other subjects, she taught music in the school.  She also gave private piano and voice lessons.  She gave much time to the Headland Baptist Church while there, playing the piano for many functions.
  
In 1933 Espy, Jr. was working at the Headland Ice and Storage Company. 

In this time period JJE, Jr. and his wife moved to Atlanta, Georgia.  I was born November 12, 1934, and not long after my parents moved us into a home in Decatur, GA.  This was Daddy’s home for as long as he lived in Decatur.  Daddy worked for the Cotton Loan Department of the Federal Reserve Bank of Atlanta on a temporary job, which ended before the end of the year. A few years later, in 1942, The Federal Reserve Bank of Atlanta contacted him about another temporary job, which he accepted and which ended after several months. 

The United States was not out of The Great Depression at this time.  With his temporary jobs at an end, he found himself without regular employment.  He purchased a couple of houses in walking distance of his own home and rented them out.  He also built a house three lots down from his own, and in addition, he built a garage apartment in the back of his house.  He rented these out.  During WWII he purchased five acres in walking distance of his house and farmed a huge Victory Garden on part of the land.  He was incredibly generous and shared the many vegetables and fruits with neighbors.   

We belonged to Oakhurst Baptist Church in Decatur, GA.  I have fond memories of us going to the church services and to revival meetings.  Church was always a big part of my daddy’s life.  Letters and notes I have from him after he left Decatur show he continued to belong to Baptist churches wherever he lived and that he often taught Sunday School or served as treasurer of church groups.  Over the years he became a Biblical "scholar."  I heard several people say that he likely knew as much or more about the Bible as any pastor or priest. 

He was excellent at keeping accounting records and continued to do so throughout his life.  Journal notes show he fretted for days until he could account for even a couple of unaccounted-for pennies.  His journals noted that he loved to pick up coins he found on sidewalks.  He wrote that he accumulated the coins in a jar and gave them to the needy. 

No one could have had a more fun daddy than I – when his health problems weren't plaguing him.  I remember him singing “Jesus Loves Me,” Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam,” “Playmate,” “Oh, You Beautiful Doll,” “Pretty Baby,” and “I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles.”  I remember piggyback rides and the two of us galloping around the house while he played a 1920’s phonograph record “Horses.”  Children flocked to our yard to play since little ones loved being around him.  Sometimes he would sit out on the brick wall in front of the house, whittling.   A little boy next door would come over, and Daddy would start out, “Hello, Joe – What d’ya know?”   He built a playhouse for us, a swing set, many pairs of stilts, (so each of my visiting friends could have her own pair) and later a basketball goal with a huge screen backup so we wouldn’t disturb our backyard neighbor.  He often gave rides to neighborhood children and my friends either going to or from a fruit stand, school, the movies, or, when I was older, even the orthodontist.    

I especially remember his laugh.  He had a wonderful sense of humor, and the laugh just kept building up………..Sometimes he would do something distressing to the family.  I still smile when I remember Granny Espy visiting us at such a time.  She picked up a broom and chased him through the house, round and round, her low-heeled shoes going clomp, clomp, clomp, she waving the broom back and forth up in the air, occasionally trying to hit him with it.  Granny was very annoyed, and he was gleefully laughing and laughing, staying barely out of her reach. 

When I was very young, there were occasions when Daddy would dress in his best clothes and groom himself immaculately.  I remember he would stand before a mirror, step back, and admire himself.  Then he would announce to himself in the mirror, “Now there is a fine looking man!”   

During that time period, Daddy had several medical issues.  While testing a wooden swing set he had just built for me, he sat in the swing and started swinging.  The chain snapped, wrapping itself around his ankle and breaking it.  Then, in 1943 he was hospitalized with appendicitis.   

I can recall three trips JJE, Jr. made when I was a small child and before WWII.  Two were made to Hot Springs, Arkansas, and Mother and I went with him on the train.  Granny Espy went on at least one of these trips with us.  I also recall that Daddy attended the 1939/40 New York World’s Fair – World of Tomorrow.  I would guess that he stayed with his sister and her husband at that time since they were still living in either New Jersey or New York.   

In about 1946 my cousin Watty Espy came to metro Atlanta to attend Georgia Military Academy.  Daddy brought Watty to our house for the weekends during that time, and I think they were great friends from then on. 

A couple of renters of his houses eventually purchased their homes from Daddy. He continued to rent out the garage apartment.  But the OPA (Office of Price Administration) had put a ceiling on the rent he could get from that rental property, and as prices climbed, it became too costly to rent out the apartment for several years.  During that time Mother held her piano lessons in the garage apartment instead of in our house.

JJE Jr. suffered various serious health problems throughout his life.  They affected his work and his personal life.  He thought it best for the family for him to be on his own.  He left Decatur for several brief to extended periods, living in Jacksonville, Florida; Marianna, Florida; and Hot springs, Arkansas.  In May 1950 his move from Decatur became permanent.  Legal papers previously drawn up in the event he did not return, were filed, and my parents’ divorce became final. 

In 1960 Daddy was living in an apartment in Galveston, Texas.  According to letters, his physical health began deteriorating noticeably that year. He wrote of problems with his eyesight and his left foot.  He had been receiving medical care for his foot.  In November of that year he fell down some steps, and an ambulance was called.

He was living in Galveston when Hurricane Carla hit in September 1961. There was an evacuation order, and 500,000 people were evacuated.  At the time it was the largest evacuation in U.S. history. However, Daddy later wrote that he had no way to leave.  With landfall and the subsequent flooding, his feet were in the water for a very prolonged period.  Most thankfully, he was not one of the 46 persons who were killed in the storm. Carla was a Category 4. According to the Internet site Hurricanes: Science and Society, at the time this was the largest hurricane ever recorded in the Atlantic basin.  According to the hurricane center located in New Orleans, Carla of 1961 was one of the largest, most intense and destructive hurricanes ever to strike the United States Gulf Coast.

He moved to a different apartment in Galveston, but his condition greatly worsened.  He next moved to Houston, Texas.   In 1961 he learned he had diabetes and continued treatment for his foot, knowing now that he had a diabetic sore on it. 
For the most part he lived in inexpensive hotels or apartments after leaving his Decatur home, but then lived in public housing in Houston.  In December 1964 he had surgery for prostate cancer.  
Over time, Daddy’s health continued to deteriorate.  His brother Major and sister Sarah Frances urged him to return to Headland to live.  On March 21, 1967,  I received a letter from my daddy that he planned to move to Headland.  He arrived there on March 30.  On April 6 Bud and I drove to Headland, and I saw my daddy for the first time since 1950.  Recalling how when I was a child, Daddy would pace up and down the sidewalk when we were looking for anyone to come visit, I told Bud that I bet my first sight of him at Headland would be for him to be pacing up and down the sidewalk in front of the Espy house, where he was staying.  Indeed, that is how we saw him upon our arrival. 
So, in 1967 Daddy returned to Headland, Alabama, the place of his birth.  He had his own room in the Espy house where he was born.  By now the house had belonged to his sister Sarah Frances for many years, and at this time she lived there with her second husband Roby J. Lee. (Charles Watson Sidney had died June 27, 1952.)  After awhile Bud John felt he would be more comfortable in his own place and moved to a small house nearby at 2 Boynton Street.  On March 25, 1969 he married Emma.  Her name as given to me at that time was Emma Bullock.  I believe Bullock was the name of a previous husband.  An obituary found in my daddy’s belongings seemed to be of Emma’s mother, whose married name was Brooks.  So I believe Emma’s name had been Emma Brooks Bullock. I have also seen the spelling Bulloch.  The marriage did not last the year, and a divorce was finalized in 1970.  In the clipping Emma’s last name was spelled Epsy.   

Of course, most of what I know about my daddy first hand was up until I was about fourteen years old.  After that time most of my knowledge came through letters. For years Daddy wrote me almost every day after he left.  Later he still wrote perhaps a couple of times a week.  However, after his leg was amputated in 1975, he ceased writing to me.  After Daddy left in May 1950, I didn’t see him for seventeen years.  He was absent when I graduated from high school and college, and also when I married.  After he returned to Headland, he visited my family in Atlanta a couple of times, and we visited him in Headland several times and in hospitals later.  My parents never saw one another again after Daddy left Decatur in 1950.
In 1975 a diabetic sore worsened.  Gangrene set in, requiring amputation of a leg.  He spent months at the Veterans Hospital in Montgomery, AL, and later moved to the Veterans Hospital at Tuskegee, AL.  He was fitted with a prosthesis but was never comfortable with it. During this period we visited him several times.  By now he had two little granddaughters, and we felt it gave him great satisfaction having them visit.  On January 5, 1977 at 7:30 p.m. he passed away after developing severe edema and pneumonia.  The death certificate showed the immediate cause of death was pneumonia – that the condition which gave rise to the immediate cause was chronic obstruction lung disease, and that other significant conditions were diabetes and cirrhosis.  His funeral was held at the Headland Funeral Home on January 7.   He is buried alongside other family members at the Headland Baptist Church Cemetery, Headland, Alabama.
I don’t know anyone who tried harder to be a good person.  I don’t know anyone who was more generous and helped people.  I don’t know of anything he ever did that was dishonest, and I am not aware that he ever knowingly took advantage of another person.

It might seem a little strange to some for me to include here a comment of my first visit to Daddy’s grave after his slab had been placed.  I had been told that when he was able, Daddy had taken long walks, with the neighborhood dogs following him, like he was a Pied Piper.  Expense notations showed that in 1973 he purchased dog food on a regular basis, although he had no dog to my knowledge.  He must have fed stray dogs.  At his slab there was evidence that dogs of various sizes had recently visited Daddy’s resting place and had left their calling cards.  I found it remarkable and very touching to believe they still remembered Daddy.
Found in Daddy’s possessions was a clipping I had sent him. The words to “Playmate” had been included in an article by journalist Celestine Sibley in “The Atlanta Constitution.”  It had been our song.
To see descendants of Bud John and Sarah Lena Poole today, click here.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Family Musicians

Sara Lena Poole (standing), teaching organ lessons to an unidentified student

In the mid 1940’s Mrs. Espy (Sara Poole Espy) became a decades-long member of the Decatur Piano Ensemble, a group consisting of twenty pianists playing ten pianos. The group gave occasional concerts, mostly in the Atlanta area. However, the ladies also gave at least one out-of-state concert, performing in Spartanburg, South Carolina.  - Beverly

My grandmother Edith Vann, second from right.   She and the others in the photo were Sara Lena Poole's pupils.

Edith's sister, Grace (Vann) Brannon, tells us more about Sara Lena Poole.  She also talks Edith's piano lessons, and her own.  Here' s The Robin's Return, the piece Edith was scheduled to play at the recital.



Sara Lena Poole's granddaughter (and my cousin), Carolyn Dayries, displaying some of her talent.  She also has other videos on her YouTube channel.  Carolyn and her older sister Amy inherited some of the musical skills their grandmother had.  They also are related to Sarah Frances Espy (Sidney/Lee) on their father's side.  She too was a musical gem in her own right.  Click here to learn about Aunt Frances' gift, and how that gift made its way to her niece, Aunt Marilyn.  There are others in this family line who also have musical talent:  my brother Mark and cousin Melanie come to mind.   All this reminds me of the Nature vs. Nurture argument.

Here's a wonderful piece that Beverly wrote about her mother's history with the piano:

Sara Lena’s family first noticed her interest in music when they purchased their piano.  It was told that while Sara’s siblings just wanted to play in the box in which the piano was delivered, that Sara headed to the piano and didn’t want to leave it.  The family gave her piano lessons.  Shortly after her father died in the 1918 flu epidemic and Sara was only eleven, she left Warwick, Ga. and went to live with her father’s oldest sister in Leslie, Ga., where she remained until she graduated from high school.  Sara’s youngest brother later said that a maternal aunt paid for Sara’s piano lessons during that time. 

Sara graduated from Piedmont College, Demorest, Georgia in 1927. While at Piedmont she received a medal in piano in 1925 and a Certificate in Piano in 1926.  She received Piedmont’s first Bachelor of Music degree, graduating Cum Laude in 1927. 

While teaching in the Headland, Alabama school system after graduation, she helped the children put on operettas and formed a small orchestra.  She gave private piano and voice lessons and played the piano at the Headland Baptist Church. 

Several years after her marriage to John J. Espy, Jr., and after their move to Decatur, GA, she began giving private piano lessons. She  also sang in the Oakhurst Baptist Church choir.   During the 1940’s she continued her music studies, taking pipe organ lessons with Miss Edith Bartholomew at Westminster Presbyterian Church, Atlanta, and with Dr. Dieckmann at Agnes Scott College, Decatur, Georgia.  She continued her piano studies with Mrs. Lillian Gilbreath, teacher at Agnes Scott College and Director of the Decatur Piano Ensemble.  She also attended many piano workshops. 

In Decatur, almost every single person called Mother Mrs. Espy. Not only the pupils, but the parents of the pupils. Even the neighbors, and most of the parents of my friends. Of course her sisters and brothers called her Sara, and a few very close friends. But she was definitely known as Mrs. Espy. As I write this, I can see my mother straightening up, standing tall and erect, with her shoulders back - very dignified.

In the mid-1940’s, in addition to giving private piano lessons, in order to supplement the family income, Mrs. Espy began doing piano accompanying at Agnes Scott College.  She played for various gym classes in dance, the Dance Group, May Day Festival performances, and for some guest artists who came to perform at the college.  She continued this work for about ten years. 

She served as head of the choir at Nakanawa Camp for Girls at Mayland, Tennessee for two summers. 

In the mid 1940’s Mrs. Espy became a decades-long member of the Decatur Piano Ensemble, a group consisting of twenty pianists playing ten pianos.  The group gave occasional concerts, mostly in the Atlanta area.  However, the ladies also gave at least one out-of-state concert, performing in Spartanburg, South Carolina.   

Over the years Sara was offered many positions in music, and had to turn down many.  In the mid 1950’s she served as organist at Holy Cross Episcopal Church in Decatur, Georgia.  During that period she gave piano lessons during school hours at Toney Elementary School in DeKalb County.  She continued to give private piano (and some organ) lessons. 

Mrs. Espy served as vice president of the Decatur Music Teachers Association, and she was a member of the Georgia and District II of the Music Educators Association.  Fees were paid to the Music Educators National Conference.  She worked in the National Guild of Piano Teachers and was one of the first teachers to become nationally certified.  She was on the honor roll of the National Piano Guild of Piano Teachers, having had twenty-seven of her pupils rate as “most superior.”  She was an adjudicator for the National Piano Guild.  Mrs. Espy received a Certificate of Merit for twenty-five years of successful teaching.  She received a certificate of Merit for Professional Preparations.  She was an active member of the Music Teachers National Association.  In about 1970 she served as a judge for piano auditions that took place in a designated area of South Carolina. 

The combination of my mother’s efforts and those of many of her pupils resulted in her turning out many very good musicians.  Some used their music training to also become piano teachers or to change direction to become organists, choir directors in schools and churches, or take other avenues in music.  

The pupil who made the most recognized name for himself was George Manahan.  As of 2007 Mr. Manahan was Director and Conductor of the prestigious New York City Opera Company. 

Mother’s love of music was passed on to her one daughter, her two granddaughters, and to her great-grandchildren (eight total).  She taught piano to both of her granddaughters.  One later made All-State in piano and All-State in flute all four years of high school.  That one continued her studies at the University of Georgia, having been given the choice of accepting a four-year scholarship either in piano or flute.  The granddaughters also played the clarinet, violin, and oboe and piccolo.  As of now, three great-granddaughters are studying piano and one the clarinet.  One recently participated in a Piano Ensemble program presented by the same Decatur Music Teachers Association in which Mrs. Espy had once been a member. Another has become very proficient on the violin at a young age, playing classical music as well as fiddle music with a Celtic group.  And one granddaughter is taking voice lessons while several participate in their school and/or church chorus.

Teaching piano became not only Mrs. Espy’s only means of making a living, but it became her main purpose in life.  Along with enjoying her grandchildren, her greatest feeling of satisfaction came with seeing the accomplishments of her students.

May 10, 1928

from the May 10, 1928 front page

April 18, 1929

The Wiregrass Farmer
May 30, 1929

The Wiregrass Farmer
May 30, 1929

The Wiregrass Farmer
May 29, 1930

April 10, 1930

July 24, 1930

May 14, 1931

May 14, 1931

One of Sara Lena Poole's great-grandchildren, and her namesake, performing on the streets of Ireland.  Mom and sister look on from inside the cafĂ©.

Click here for memories one of Sara Poole Espy's piano students has of her.

To see Sara Lena Poole Espy's and J.J. Espy, Jr.'s ("Bud John")descendants today, click here.

Here's another family member who had tremendous musical talent.  This is the sister of J.J. Espy, Sr..

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Return to Pacific NW

wearing my U of O t-shirt, purchased in campus bookstore
Oregon beach, with the two Dawns.  A year earlier I drove them from Headland to Seaside and Panama City Beach, FL!
Maybe at Salmon Hatchery?

Rimsky-Korsakoffee House, Portland
 
In the Spring of '99, just over two years after Mark's and my trip to Seattle and Portland, I decided to go back out there on my own.  I wanted to revisit Portland, for sure, and I wanted to go a bit further south to Eugene, the home of The University of Oregon.  And, of course, I was going to reconnect with some friends - one, the same Uzbekistan connection, and the other, her friend from Seattle.  The latter one I actually already knew because, just a year or so earlier, these two young ladies, at my urging, made their first ever trip to the American South.  On down the road a bit, I will blog more about this, because it was quite fascinating, for them and me!  They made it to Headland.  They stayed at Lake Espy.  They also visited me at the bank.  I took them by Mother's classroom at the primary school.  And, before they left "the big city," we had lunch at Morrison's with Uncle Watty.  Here's a picture taken just after that lunch.

My plan was simple.  I was going to have coffee at a Seattle Starbucks with a contact of Mark's.   Then, I was going to take an Amtrak train down to Eugene, stay at a B&B and one day walk over to the campus and check out their business school.  After Eugene, I was going to travel back north to Portland, where the young ladies (Dawn and Dawn!) would meet up with me.  From there, it would be their call.

Covered the Seattle and Eugene portions of the trip with ease.  It was the first time ever taking a train in the USA.  Eugene and the university impressed me greatly.  The B&B was nice.  I remember the Chris Porter-led Auburn basketball team was playing Ohio State in the Sweet Sixteen, and I watched the disappointing loss on TV!   One day I walked over to the campus, and found a great little pizza parlor.  Later, I talked with the dean of the business school about their executive banking program and graduate school.  The U of O campus was very impressive, and the fact that Phil Knight of Nike was an alumnus and virtually built the football stadium, intrigued me as well.

Made it up to Portland, and met up with my friends. The three of us drove to the West Coast to the town of Tillamook, where we toured the giant cheese factory and ate some amazing cream (at the cheese factory).  After that, we drove along the coast and did some sightseeing.  Once back in Portland, we did some other fun things:  visited a salmon hatchery, went hiking in a forest filled with majestic Spruce trees and, much to my delight, saw the Portland Trailblazers play a game.

One other thing I had to do before leaving Portland was revisit Powell's Books, which may still be the largest bookstore in the country.   A book I bought actually prompted me to quickly do this and my last blog post.  The book:  Russia Confronts Chechnya: Roots of a Separarist Conflict by John B. Dunlop.  The subject matter didn't just magically popped into my head.  My travels to Uzbekistan and subsequent budding interest in USSR, Russian and Central Asian history brought Chechnya into my consciousness, and I wanted to learn more.  Naturally, last week, with the tragedy in Boston, and the ethnicity of the bombers being Chechyan, it prompted me to post something about these trips to the Pacific Northwest.  And, although I haven't specifically written anything about Chechnya on my travel blog, I have posted something on the forces that continue to make Central Asia a significant player on the world's stage.  Here it is.

As for the Pacific Northwest, I would highly recommend both Washington State and Oregon as places to visit.  Living in either state would also be pretty attractive!

My regrets:  I didn't research enough about the town of Eugene, OR ahead of time.  And, the fact I was by myself, I stayed a little too confined to certain areas - playing it safe in ways, I guess.   I would also add a few more days to the Eugene portion of the trip.