A Path And Some Philosophy
August 5, 2010 5 Comments
Yesterday, I walked down a path in Rogue Elk Park adjoining the Rogue River. Glad to leave the campground, I looked at the natural world surrounding me. Yes, maybe fifty plus years ago I was walking down a path, but at that time it was with my Grandma Lillian. And we weren’t walking in Rogue Elk Park, but in Casey State Park. I remember her pointing out to me the different sizes and shapes of pine cones and the pine needles scattered along the path. We picked up several objects of interest, and these became the basis for our hobby shows that we put on for several years at Eastin’s Rogue Haven.
My grandparents had begun coming to Southern Oregon for their summer vacations in 1929, and continued visiting regularly with the exception of the war years. They stayed originally at Casey’s Auto Camp with no electricity. And now, I represent another generation that visits Southern Oregon. All these thoughts from a path along the Rogue River on a sunny afternoon on August 4.
About Robert M. Weiss
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Good evening. My grandfather was the owner of Eastin’s Rogue Haven and I’m always on the look out for memories or trinkets from the resort. Most everything was washed away in two floods ’58 and ’64. Anything you can share would be much appreciated. Thanks and have a blessed day!
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Thanks for your interest, Sarah. I knew Rick when my family stayed at Eastin’s Rogue Haven in August from 1953-1960 in cabin 7. I still have some post cards of the Haven, and my grandmother purchased the cash register, which sits on the mantle of our dining room. My parents and I have photos and family movies of Eastin’s during the time of our stay. I have fond memories of the jukebox, which I loved to play as a child. Billy used to babysit me, and tell me stories about Chip and Dale. Susie also took care of me, and got me on a horse. I remember celebrating Billy’s birthday, and having hobby shows. Eastin’s was a very special part of my childhood.
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I have an old picture of Jerry the Bear at Caseys Auto Camp in Southern Oregon, if anyone would like a copy.
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I would very much like a copy. I’m Jacqueline Casey Gooch. My great grandparents owned the Auto Camp. A few years back my grandfather was contacted for photos for a book to be published. He then passed away, his photos were never returned. I grew up listening to stories about Jerry drinking chocolate soda and how skilled my great grandmother was in creating art pieces from the fish caught on the Rogue. I would appreciate any artifacts you know of. Thank you,
Jackie
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History lives on. We own a fish carving in our den that was made by Ethel Casey. FYI: Did you know that Jim Casey set up a cable car that kids could ride across the property in? The cable was attached to two trees.
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