Journal Notes

I’ll be signing copies of the new book High Country Women: Pioneers of Yosemite National Park tomorrow from 1-4 p.m. at the Mariposa Chamber of Commerce.  California Assemblywoman Kristin Olsen was going to attend, but something came up.  She sent along a letter to share with visitors tomorrow.  That was right nice of her.  In addition to her note I thought I’d include a few facts about Yosemite.  Enjoy.  Ribbon Falls in Yosemite National Park is 9 times larger than Niagra Falls.  El Capitan is the largest granite block in the world.  There are 747,956 acres of land in Yosemite National Park Mountains at Yosemite National Park are still growing at a rate of 1 foot per 1,000 years 94% of the park is designated “wilderness”.  In 1899, almost 100 years after the Park was established, there were only 4,500 visitors. Today, more than 4 million have visited the beauty that Yosemite National Park holds.  And now a word from Assemblywoman Olsen.  Dear Ms. Enss,  Congratulations on the launch of your book High Country Women: Pioneers of Yosemite National Park.  I’m sorry I wasn’t able to join you in person today, but I am honored to have had the opportunity to write the forward for your book and to be a part of your historic work. As we all know, California is an incredible place to live, and it’s because of its rich history and natural resources that so many people choose to call it home. Reading High Country Women took me back, not only to centuries ago when several inspiring and incredible women shaped the future of our state, but also to my childhood when I enjoyed visiting Yosemite and California’s Gold Country on a frequent basis with my family.  You did an exceptional job of chronicling the many strong women whose lives were integral to the Yosemite we all know and love today. I thank you for the time and talent you invested in this book so that many others can take the same journey.   All the best,  Kristin Olsen Assemblywoman, 12^th District. 

I’m heading off  this Saturday, August 17 to do a book signing at the Mariposa Chamber of Commerce for the new title High Country Women: Pioneer of Yosemite National Park.  The Mariposa Chamber of Commerce is located at 5158 Cal 140 in Mariposa, California.  The signing will take place from 1-4 p.m..  Stop by and visit if you’re in the area.  

President Lincoln wrote this letter after an aide told him about a Boston widow whose five sons had been killed fighting for the Union armies.  As Carl Sandburg wrote, “More darkly than the Gettysburg speech the letter wove its awful implication that human freedom so often was paid for with agony.”  Here is an American president understanding that agony, sharing it, and performing a heartfelt rite, as Sandburg put it, “as though he might be a ship captain at midnight by lantern light, dropping black roses into the immemorial sea for mystic remembrance and consecration.”  In a letter dated November 21, 1864, President Lincoln wrote the following to Mrs. Bixby in Boston, Massachusetts.  “Dear Madam, I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle.  I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming.  But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the republic they died to save.  I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.  Yours very sincerely and respectfully, A. Lincoln.”  We now know that Lincoln had been misinformed:  two of Mrs. Bixby’s sons had been killed in action, one was taken prisoner, and two deserted.  The error does not stand in the way of the letter’s deserved fame.  Mrs. Bixby’s loss and sacrifice hardly could have been greater.  Lives are still being lost to save a nation. 

It might seem as though the idea of exercising and eating right was a notion unheard of prior to the 21^st century, but that’s not the case.  According to the December 9, 1882 edition of the New York Medical Gazette, women physicians, however rare they were at the time, subscribed to the belief that a “healthy diet and a brisk turn about the neighborhood is good for the mind and body.”  I personally don’t care how far back the idea of exercise and eating right extends.  I hate to exercise or eat right.  When I think about it, the only exercise program that has ever worked for me is occasionally getting up in the morning and jogging my memory to remind myself exactly how much I hate to exercise and to pick up another box of Cap’n Crunch next time I venture out of my office.  Walking?  Walking?  If it’s so good for you, how come my mailman looks like Jabba the Hut with a quirky thyroid?  But I digress.  In the summer of 1882, a patient who wanted to lose weight visited Doctor Phyllis Groussin of Denver.  Doctor Groussin put the 252 pound woman on a brown rice only diet and told her to march around her the neighborhood twice a day.  After a week the dieter returned to the doctor complaining of “giddiness, headaches, difficulty in walking, and a want of accuracy in manual movements.”  Fearing apoplexy, Doctor Groussin turned all her attention in that direction and prescribed purgatives, mustard footbaths and bicarbonate soda to dilute the blood.  The doctor found out by accident that her patient was mixing the footbath water with whiskey and drinking it.  The patient thought the concoction would help her in her efforts to “march around the neighborhood.”  Now that’s a fitness goal.  If you’re interested in learning more about women physicians of the Old West read The Doctor Wore Petticoats.  Visit www.chrisenss.com for more information.    

While traveling to Rawlins, Wyoming from Salt Lake City I stopped at a spot that used to be a bustling army fort from 1868-1886. Fort Fred Steele was established by Major Richard I. Dodge, 30^th U.S. Infantry in Carbon County, Wyoming.  Dodge named the fort after Colonel Frederick Steele of the 20^th U.S. Infantry.  Fort Steele was one of three military forts designed to protect the Union Pacific Railroad route through Wyoming. It was established at a strategic point where the railroad crossed the North Platte River. Original military structures at Fort Steele included a commanding officer’s quarters, two large warehouses, a powder magazine, two enlisted barracks and a number of smaller structures. After the post closed in 1886 a small community grew up in and around the abandoned fort. In 1922 the transcontinental Lincoln Highway was routed right along the edge of the fort but it was rerouted in 1939 and the town faded away. There were no other tourists around the day I visited Fort Steele.  At times it was so quiet I could almost hear history.  Then a 21st century train would come through and it drowned out any imagined sounds of the past.   

Wyoming and Montana are lovely states.  Getting there — not so much.  I got lost a couple of times while trying to locate the spot where a crime was committed in 1910 and needed help.  I resisted asking for directions because often times the conversation begins with “You want to head north seven miles…”  Head north?!  I would but I left my compass back in, that’s right, the fourth grade.  I’d be so much better off if folks would just point.  And then there’s air travel.  Flying anywhere has become an amazingly arduous process. I’m always stuck behind a guy who takes forever to get situated.  He’s clogging the aisle like a piece of human cholesterol jammed in the passengerial artery.  He folds his sport jacket like he’s in the color guard at Arlington National Cemetery.  There’s a lot of terrorism in the air, but you know when you walk through the airport and see the crack security people manning the perimeter, I think we all sleep the sleep of angels.  Can you hear my eyes rolling?  In spite of the hassle it was a fruitful research trip.  I stood at a section of the Oregon Trail and imagined the brave souls that traveled along the way.  A little company of Astorians, fur hunters by trade, were the first to make out the long road down the valley of the Platte which became the primary artery of travel to and from the northern Rockies.  I can’t imagine how difficult travel must have been in the early 1800s.  I’m guessing they had compasses.  That would have made it much easier for sojourners when they stopped for directions and a kind soul told them, “You want to head north seven miles.”

Oregon Trail

One of the students in the Sunday school class I teach is an aspiring cowboy.  With rare exception he comes to Bible study dressed as a cowboy.  Corbin believes Roy Rogers is the finest movie cowboy he’s ever seen.  I feel the same way.   A few weeks ago Corbin and I had a serious discussion about whether or not Roy Rogers knew karate.  I agreed that Roy Rogers was good with his fists, but that I’d never seen the King of the Cowboys deliver a side kick to the throat of a bad guy.  Corbin was appalled.  He insisted that not only was Rogers capable of performing a roundhouse to the temple, but did so in most every movie he ever made.  I argued the point noting that the issue of the spurs strapped to Rogers’ boots would have seriously wounded anyone he battled.  Roy Rogers might have been a little rough with outlaws, but he never cut them.  Corbin said he did because the spurs were really Ninja fighting stars.  So, I looked it up.  A cowhand did not buckle on a pair of spurs until he’d filed the sharp rowels to make them blunt. Sharp rowels made a horse nervous and Roy Rogers could never have reached the bad guy’s hideout on a nervous Trigger.  Spurs were used to signal quick action to a horse, not for cruel gigging or cutting the throat of an outlaw.  I can’t wait to talk to Corbin further about this matter.  At five-years-old he thinks he knows everything.     

Brigham Young became an explorer and hero to many when he embarked on the best-organized westward migration in U.S. history in 1847.  Motivated by a vision to find a safe haven for his religious ideas, he brought the Mormon Church to Utah and, in so doing, helped shaped the American West.  When he came upon the Great Salt Lake Valley, he said, “It is enough, this is the right place.”  For thirty years he supervised Mormon settlements in Utah, Nevada, Idaho, Wyoming, Arizona, and California.  Before Young died at the age of seventy-six in 1877 of acute appendicitis, he had more than fifty wives.