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Fire on the Crooked River National Grasslands threatens Three Rivers homes 25 years ago


July 28, 1921

"A finding that it is possible on most Oregon farms to keep one pig for each ten acres of crops, or one for each dairy cow, is one of the most recent developments of economic agriculture worked out by the state college experiment station" said C.J. McIntosh, agricultural writer for the station, who visited the Pioneer office Monday.

"The advantage of this is in saving wastes and converting them into food products that would otherwise cost considerable money and make it necessary to ship pork into good agricultural districts," the station man said. "In many such districts as the Madras farming region the pork importation business has been cut down or entirely wiped out by use of this home-grown stuff."

Some new and unpublished results of pork feeding for low production costs are now on file in the station offices at Corvallis, and can be had by any farmer interested, by writing for them.

Mr. McIntosh discussed the value of the county paper as a community builder, before the state editorial association and explained results of state-wide contests in rural news, showing that farming prosperity and rural life activities are promoted by the paper that goes into rural homes with news and information of value to their owners.


July 25, 1946

Appearance here the past week of early morning visits of hummingbirds to the flower gardens of householders led to the revelation, by old time residents to the new arrivals, that Central Oregon hummingbirds prefer to make the hours of hot days siesta time, becoming active on nights when the full moon shines upon the plains that lie between Mount Jefferson and the Ochocos.

"It is a rare sight," declared Mrs. Henry Dussault Saturday, "to see the highly colored little feathered fellows darting through the air in the night hours, the mellow moonbeams giving an iridescence to their midget plumage."

Now local families, emulating those give nocturnal fiestas to view the blossoming of a night blooming sereus, are planning moonlight garden parties, promising their guests a view of a night flying humming bird.


July 22, 1971

This is the continuation from last week's article by Cecil Moore.

One morning I had opened up Charlie Hobson's Café as usual. Before any customers had come in there was a noise at the back door. I opened and a young woman stepped in. Maybe as old as twenty-five, wearing good clothes and generally nice appearing. On the other hand, she was about as bedraggled as if she had survived a shipwreck. I sensed that she had been hiding when and where she could during the night and was definitely "on the run"!

She took over with authority. "Is there some place in this town where I can stay for two days where no one will know about it? I'll gladly pay what it costs." I told her that nobody had any secrets in Madras; only a few people just thought that they did! I suggested that she try the hotel. That wouldn't do and by then I could see that she wasn't putting on an act. Then I thought of when I first came to work that Charlie allowed me the big loft over the restaurant and that my bed and some of my things were still in the big, dusty, gloomy, ill lit place. My folks had challenged my saving a few dollars for lodging and had me get a room with Mrs. Gray for fear that the café would catch fire and burn up with me in it. Its predecessors had suffered a similar fate!

I assumed that Charlie would be informed of the intrigue but soon a big fine car was cruising up and down the street with a tall dark man about thirty years of age driving and a younger man with him. Sometimes one would walk through while the other drove around. After Charlie came in, they came in also, and held a consultation with him for some time where I couldn't hear. Charlie shook his head and evidently didn't have any information. He didn't confide in me, so I didn't confide in him.

The town Marshall was left out of the action, so I began to suspect that it was something to keep to myself. I took food and water to the refugee who was sound asleep and dead to the world.

After noontime the strangers were gone but a pair of town renegades started patrolling where they left off. Our mystery had gained magnitude!

The hunt was still on the next morning and I had some bad moments when I thought I heard light footsteps above. By turning up the phonograph and running it now and then there wasn't anything to worry about. I checked with our guest, and she had two requests. Would I get her pukey clothes cleaned and pressed and how does one get out of Madras without being seen? The way out was by the Oregon Trunk train about midnight from the side opposite the depot. The clothes I took to Slim Brazee and asked to have them back before late afternoon. There wasn't any questions (then).

When I called for them, they were not ready and on second call there was all kinds of questions. Evidently, he knew the other half of the secret! When he insisted asking where my girl was, I gave him the "Honest John" look and told him that I didn't know anything about any girl; that they had sent the clothes down by me to get cleaned.

So, I took them up to Mrs. Gray's house; in the front, out the back, over the fence and down to the hide-a-way. From a distance I had company far as the house and it was immediately staked out for the remainder of the day.

After nine thirty that evening, I closed the café and took a lunch up to the lady in waiting! However, the bird had flown in the evening dusk. The bed was neatly made but the disposal of one lunch on a tray and the chambermaid duties was my problem alone! Madras had one half of a secret!


July 31, 1996

Fire on the Crooked River National Grasslands was threatening homes in the Three Rivers subdivision in Jefferson County.

The 2,000-acre Little Cabin Fire, which was burning just south of the Metolius arm of Lake Billy Chinook, forced several residents of the subdivision to evacuate their homes Monday night, July 30.

"It was a long night," said Larry Penrod, co-proprietor of the Lake Billy Chinook Store, located near the subdivision. "We probably had 20 people (who had been evacuated) sleep out behind the store in their pickups and lawn chairs."

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