Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Fires. Sad and Terrible.

My brother, Doug, called on Sunday afternoon. My heart sank as I heard the sad news that my sister-in-law's parent's home had a serious fire. Bonnie and Paul were not at home at the time- and the damage is extensive. They live down the road from my brother and his family. So sad to learn of the memories of childhood, keepsakes, old quilts (Bonnie makes the best quilts) and worst of all- Gail's childhood and wedding memories including her dress. I have yet to reach Doug back for more news- and imagine he is taking time off from work to help move what can be salvaged. So sad. Thankfully, no one was hurt.

Early Monday morning- the entire beach community mourned as we learned of a terrible accident in neighboring Gearhart, Oregon. Seaview and Gearhart share a special bond. Their roots, the families and the historic homes. Seaview was founded by JL Stout who married a Gearhart daughter. Both communities were the summer homes of the wealthy Portlanders. A number of current locals have extended family and many friends living in both little villages.

Around 6:30am, a small aircraft crashed into one of these historic vacation homes. Two familes were just starting their 2 week vacation. 2 sisters with their families. The sister from Colorado- a doctor and her cardiologist husband- went for an early walk. Their 3 children still sleeping at home-along with the other sister and cousins. well- please follow this post to read the tragic story. 3 children perished- as did the pilot and passenger. Both beloved local businessmen. The children are the grandchildren of former Oregon Attorney General Lee Johnson.

We are in mourning for these families. A summertime beach vacation- ends so tragically with an unexplainable accident. (photo from The Daily Astorian)

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

My great grandparents from Portland had a big old house in Ocean Park in the 1890s-where the family could summer away from the heat of the city-remembering my grandmother telling of the big adventure of coming to the beach-the ride on the Potter to Ilwaco, then riding the train to OP--you sure didnt run back and forth in those days. Sadly, one of my grandmother's sisters died in the OP house as an infant in 1904-the folks, heartbroken, decided they could never go back to the OP house and sold it, but their love of the beach couldnt be forgotten so what did they do? Promptly bought a brand spanking new six bedroom ocean front place in a new development called Gearhart where we kept the home for 92 years through 4 generations.