Sunday, May 30, 2010

A Toast to the Dead


Ernest T. Eckerlen was a private in the 6th Machine Gun Battalion, 2nd Division, and perished just before Armistice Day, on 5 November 1918. He is buried in the Meuse-Argonne Cemetery.

The Doughboy memorial to the dead of World War I used to be in front of the Marion County Courthouse. Virginia Green has written about it with pictures of it in 1934 and 1941.

Its current site is on a park behind the Oregon Department of Veterans Affairs. The park holds memorials to dead from the major wars, starting with the Spanish-American war of 1898.

Ernest was the son of Eugene Eckerlen, an important owner of saloons and breweries in fin-de-siecle Salem.

Eckerlen's name is inscribed on the Doughboy pedestal among the others who died in World War I.

Ernest's father, Eugene, Eugene's second wife, Alice, and Eugene's daughter, Mary, are buried together in St. Barbara's Cemetery.

Eugene's first wife, Mary, is also buried in St. Barbara's, but she is on the other side of the cemetery from Eugene's grave. Mary's grave is next to those of the Beck and Klinger families, a cluster of Alsiatian immigrants who were important in early Salem.

We also remember non-war dead, especially those who met untimely ends, like Pauline Phillips.

CT toasts the dead and recommends that you find someone whose history you find interesting, especially someone not already famous or a relative, and go visit their grave. Tell and renew as much of their story as you can.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Hops Picking an Early Form of Agritourism?


We've been wondering about the context and role of the hop picking portrait. The Salem online history entry for "hops" says that hops harvest brought "influx of many migrant workers into the areas surrounding Salem." This brings to mind a very particular form of labor.

So how did hops picking portraiture fit into this way of organizing labor and the incomes of these laborers?

We see the words "migrant workers" and think of today's migrant farmworkers. Even setting aside the question of ethnicity, we interpreted this to mean hops were picked mainly by people whose livelihoods depended on the hard labor of picking and on moving from area to area as different crops matured. We read and interpreted scenes like this tent and camp image from 1939 to be the temporary housing of these migrant workers.

This model may be accurate, but there's another possibility for these tents and camps. It's become clear that there were also a substantial number of people who picked hops for entertainment, recreation, or supplementary income. It may be possible, in fact, to think of hops picking as an early form of agritourism.

At top is a 1903 ad from the Salem Woollen Mills (C.P. Bishop was Mayor at this time) for hop picking apparel that makes explicit the ways that hop picking was recreational.
A few more days and it's "Off to the hop yards." All the paraphernalia of camp life must be gathered together in readiness for this annual combination of work and recreation.
It also lists "Those Queer Mexican Hats" and "golf shirts" as things a hop picker might want.

The audience for this ad is not the group of people who are dependent on agriculture for their sole income. The audience is people who go to pick hops for entertainment!

This notice of a boxing match held in a hops yard also in 1903 shows just how entertaining hops picking could get!
THREE ROUND BATTLE

Marion County Puts up First Class Prize Fight

Women and Babies are Permitted to Enjoy to the Full the Delightful Social Function

At the Krebs Bros. hop yard last night, a large crowd was gathered, including many sports from Salem and Portland, to witness a prize fight between Keeny of Albina and an unknown from Grants Pass. Before the main event of the evening several preliminary bouts were pulled off, local lights figuring in the battles...[description of the bout ensues]...It is reported that among the spectators were a number of women, some of them with babies in their arms.
People traveled to the hops fields for the entertainments. This doesn't sound too far from the concerts and dinners held at wineries today.

In this context of camping, recreation, and entertainment, it's not difficult to understand why photographers, both amateur and professional, might also camp and take photos. Luc Sante has written about the ways postcards during this time were used to communicate and share experiences, especially for those outside of large cities. The hops picking portrait surely exists in a rich network of exchanges at the hop yard and later ones among distant friends and family.

Hops picking in the early 20th century possibly marks a very interesting transitional moment, it seems. Because hops could be dried, baled, and sold in Europe and the east coast as a commodity, the scale of hops agriculture probably dwarfed the scale of other local farming, which would participate in a smaller local foodshed. So hops picking needed large hordes of people to descend on the fields. For a short period in the early 20th century, it seems that agricultural labor might have been respectable and fun, an activity available to any class of person without loss of status. This is really striking and we should pause to think about it a moment, as this particular form of mobilizing labor appears to stand chronologically in between the slave labor used for cotton, and the non-resident migrant labor industrialized farming uses today.

We aren't at all versed in the history of agricultural labor, which really situates hops growing in the context of international commodities, national and international economies, large population movements (think "dust bowl" and the "Okies" as well as the forced displacement of slave laborers) - and bunch of other big picture stuff. That's a big project, one we probably won't take up. Do any readers know more about this? Maybe this is well-written about elsewhere.

In any case, this glimpse at a social history of hops picking suggests it was a really interesting border situation, where lots of different people and economic interests mingled. Sounds like a rich stew to us!

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Two Towers of Turner offer Tastes this Weekend

This is close to genius! Gilgamesh and Willamette Valley Vineyards are tasting together this weekend at WVV. It's great to see beer and wine together - and to see two Turner outfits working to leverage each other for tourism opportunities. Here's info on the wine side (they are, in truth, just a little sparse on the beer side):
A fun, interactive way to learn about Oregon's unique terroir. Blind taste and match world class Pinot Noir to its respective origins. Stop by for a chance to win an overnight stay at Oregon Wine Cottage paired with a VIP Tour and Tasting at Willamette Valley Vineyards. Listen to live music as our highly anticipated 2008 Willamette Valley Vineyards Pinot Noirs dance across your taste buds. 2008 is one of Oregon’s best vintages yet. General admission is $5 and includes a Riedel Oregon Pinot Noir Glass. Upgrade to the Reserve Room for an additional $10 to taste pre-release and Library Wines. Admission for Wine Club members is $5 and includes a complimentary upgrade to the Reserve Room.

So after all our muttering about beer and wine - here's your solution, right in our backyard.

Thanks Gilgamesh & WVV!

This makes perfect sense!

Monday, May 24, 2010

Taps around Town

Though the weather's kinda crappy, this week looks especially good for drinking beer in Salem!

Early we thought part of this blog would be a taplist updated by friendly correspondents. The Twitter and the TapLister have rendered that project unnecessary and obsolete. (Hence the greater focus on history, which though helped by the Google, is also complicated by the proliferation of not-always reliable online information and at least for the moment still requires the research, editorial, and interpretive hand of a real human!)

Sometimes we look at the taps in town and just marvel in the difference a year or two has made! This week is one such moment. Maybe the weather is just telling us to stay indoors with friends and family, beer in hand. Thank the beer gods!

We don't give enough love to f/stop Fitzgerald's. Venti's is more to our personal taste, and so we don't pay enough attention to the great things going on over there. Their most recent taplist update? Check this out!
What's on tap: Black Mamba & Filbert Lager from Gilgamesh, Snake Bite Porter from Silver Moon, and Hefeweisse from Baron.
They'll be back on Thursday Wednesday!

And at Venti's, yesterday we got news that they tapped the Sierra 30 Fritz and Ken's Pioneer Stout. You may have heard that Fritz Maytag sold Anchor recently. Tip a pint to Fritz! Venti's also has the Gilgamesh Cranberry Saison and Mad River's Wheat Wine.

What a great range of styles and beers. It's a great time to be a beer drinker in Salem!

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Portland Book Art Show Features Beer Poetry and Lupulin Letterpress

If going wine-tasting isn't your cup of tea, then how about a road trip to Portland for a show of fine book art?

The Multnomah County Public Library often features book art shows. The John Wilson Rare Book Room has some fine letterpress and handbound books and Jim Carmin curates some great shows. This show, it was just announced, has been extended now into June!

The show is titled, Loyd Haberly (1896-1981): Oregon Poet, Printer and Bookbinder. Haberly's design work looks like Wiener Werkstätte meets the pre-Raphaelites, simultaneously modernist and romantic.
Raised in rural Oregon, Loyd Haberly was a Reed College graduate and a Rhodes Scholar who, while in England, gained a strong appreciation for the Arts & Crafts movement. In the tradition of William Morris’ famous Kelmscott Press, he founded the Seven Acres Press, a small private press in England where he printed 16 books, most authored by himself. He later was hired for the position of controller at the esteemed Gregynog Press in Wales, where four more books were produced under his control. Among them was Eros and Psyche, which used the illustrations created by artist Edward Burne-Jones for Morris. Haberly printed one more title in England before he returned to the United States, where he printed another 13 books from 1940 to 1976.

The work of Loyd Haberly as a poet, artist — he created the many brightly colored woodcuts that adorn his books — printer and binder, caught the attention of Portland book collector Brian Booth. Over the years, Booth has generously been donating his Haberly collection to the John Wilson Special Collections at Multnomah County Library. This exhibition, the first on Haberly in more than a decade, features all of these items along with materials borrowed from other institutions and private collections.
While we have an interest in this sort of thing, the show by itself isn't the reason we mention it here.

There's a beer connection! Check out this title. Almost a Minister: A Romance of the Oregon Hopyards, written, illustrated, printed and bound by Loyd Haberly in an edition of 375. Now that's some beer poetry! Be still my heart! (You can read more about Haberly and see a couple more examples of his typesetting and printing in this article on his books in the University of Iowa's special collections.1)

We may willfully be misunderstanding the kind of "romance" Haberly means, but we'll construe it along the lines of this hop dance from March 1905. The decor sounds distinctly Christmassy, and everything else seems to belong a century earlier, in a Jane Austin novel.

"A Real Hop"
A hop-house dance is somethine which the young people of Salem are not often treated to, but no dancing party of the season was more thoroughly enjoyed than one given Friday evening at the Lewis Savage hop house, about four miles northeast of Salem. The hosts were Geo. Miles and Arthur Lang, and nothing was left undone by them to make it one round of pleasure for their guests.

The hall was decorated in firs and mistletoe in a most artistic way. After dancing had been indulged in for some time, all were served a most delicious lunch, such as only can be found at farm homes. Mrs. Lewis Savage and Mrs. A.M. Miles prepared and served the lunch.

A large number of invitations were issued, and all those going from town were loud in their praises of the host's hospitality. The boys are to be congratulated on their success.

We imagine a romance budding and then blooming over the years between these two in the hopyards!

(We are also interested in what clearly is a genre of portraiture, the hops picking portrait. We are finding lots of these, both more newsy action shots and formal posed shots. We wonder about portraits taken during the harvest of other agricultural products - were there any? In later years, when it was common for kids to go strawberry picking, did photographers travel there to shoot? So many questions - and possible material for a future post!)

(Photo: Picking hops from the Gerald W. Williams Collection at Oregon State University.)

The name Savage and the 1905 location northeast of Salem suggests it's possible that Savage Road between Market and D Streets is related to the property on which the hop house was located.

Finally, since we don't have access to Haberly's text, here's some beer poetry, since by now you must be thirsty! We're mixing it up, though, and offer an anti-romance we found moving and full of the there there here.
Across a Great Wilderness without You
by Keetje Kuipers

The deer come out in the evening.
God bless them for not judging me,
I'm drunk. I stand on the porch in my bathrobe
and make strange noises at them—
                                                  language,
if language can be a kind of crying.
The tin cans scattered in the meadow glow,
each bullet hole suffused with moon,
like the platinum thread beyond them
where the river runs the length of the valley.
That's where the fish are.
                                    Tomorrow
I'll scoop them from the pockets of graveled
stone beneath the bank, their bodies
desperately alive when I hold them in my hands,
the way prayers become more hopeless
when uttered aloud.
                            The phone's disconnected.
Just as well, I've got nothing to tell you:
I won't go inside where the bats dip and swarm
over my bed. It's the sound of them
shouldering against each other that terrifies me,
as if it might hurt to brush across another being's
living flesh.
                But I carry a gun now. I've cut down
a tree. You wouldn't recognize me in town—
my hands lost in my pockets, two disabused tools
I've retired from their life of touching you.

1It contains a fascinating link to Silverton, Homer Davenport, and the Geer family: "When Loyd was still young, the Haberly family moved to Oregon to live on Loyd's grandfather's farm. There, Haberly learned to hoe the fields while reciting his favorite poems and learned to draw on the attic walls already decorated by the famous cartoonist, Homer Davenport, who had lived in the same house when he was a boy."

Friday, May 21, 2010

Historic Wigrich Ranch and Newfangled Wigrich Terroir: Beer as like Wine

Our screeds against brettanomyces are going nowhere, so it's time for another episode of "Tilting at Windmills"!

This week? The crazy appropriation by Rogue of the Wigrich name to brand a "terroir." Rather than keeping beer labels simple, now they are complicating them on the model of wine labels! This "socialist" realism is "awe-shucks" pretentiousness! Faux, faux, faux!

We suppose they are using the word appellation instead of farm. But really, while you can grow something in an appellation, can you grow something at one? We think this is beyond the customary usage of the word and as a new-fangled neologism fails the "is this useful?" test.

But whatever. Rogue is all about going rogue.

And we are very happy that they are directly growing hops in Independence and featuring those hops in their beers.

More interesting than frothing about the use of "terroir" and "appellation" and brand is the real history. We'll probably have at least one much more expansive post on Wigrich Ranch later. For the moment here's your amuse-bouche.

Here's a sweet post about finding Wigrich Ranch and Hopville on the bottom land between Buena Vista and Independence. The serendipity and happenstance is charming.



The State Library has a bunch of photos of hop picking at the Wigrich Ranch. Here's one of them from 1930.

Anyway, this weekend and especially next weekend is a big wine-tasting occasion. Despite our froth, we like wine too, and it's a terrific time for beer drinkers to mix it up. So go wine-tasting! Salem Weekly went out and rated a bunch of tasting rooms. Evaluating the rooms in terms of "Customer Service" and "Beginner-Friendliness" was a fine idea!

And then, when you're done, have a beer. Nothing tastes better after a day of wine-tasting than a frosty cold one!

(Thanks to RC for sharing the paper copy of the Rogue Nation newsletter!)

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Beer is a Liquid Food, Allays Irritability, and Eases Pain

On this election night we need a restorative. From February, 1905.
Beer is a Liquid Food

Salem is Salem

The United States Government Considers Beer a Nutritious Liquid Food

Owing to HOPS being one of the chief ingredients of beer, physicians prescribe beer as a sodasive, tending to sooth, to allay irritability and ease pain. The best of NERVE TONICS.

The MALT EXTRACT in beer furnishes the nutritious elements. It builds up the human system, furnishing new tissues in place of those wasted.

The small amount of ALCOHOL in beer is just enough to furnish a proper stimulus, so necessary to restore the worn out energy. In the true sense of the word beer should not be termed "An Intoxicant." The proportion of alcohol in beer is hardly 3 - 1/2 percent.

It's* USEFULNESS as a TEMPERANCE drink is being recognized the world over. Beer drinkers rarely, if ever, care to imbibe the more ardent liquors. The drinking of beer weens men from the stronger liquor habit, and consequently conduces to temperance and sobriety. Germany the greatest beer drinking nation, uses comparitively little strong liquor.

SALEM BEER is absolutely pure, cleanliness being the WATCHWORD. The highest grades of malt and hops are used in brewing. As a refreshing and invigorating beverage it cannot be excelled. It is the equal of any eastern beer, now on the market.

Every bottle of Salem beer is Pasteurized after it has been sealed. Salem beer fills all the requirements of high class temperance beverage.

TRY SALEM EXPORT BOTTLED BEER AS A HOUSEHOLD BEVERAGE AND YOU WILL BE CONVINCED

Salem Brewery Assocation
Salem, Oregon
Phone Main 2131
*Ha! they didn't know its/it's back then, either