Thursday, April 30, 2020

A POEM AS LOVELY



At Big Trees Grove “[t]here are fully one hundred immense trees, to be seen and admired, if roads were opened to them. There are some forty acres of forest, but the average visitor knows nothing of more than ten acres. There are trees growing on trees and out of trees, single trees, double trees, and trees in groups, tall trees and short trees, solid trees and hollow trees, and some fifty varieties of plant life in this almost incomparable forest.” 

Santa Cruz Sentinel, August 10, 1902


Wednesday, April 29, 2020

A GLORIOUS DAY


Special Collections, University Library, University of California, Santa Cruz (Santa Cruz Historical Photographs Collection) and courtesy of the Arthur C. Pillsbury Foundation, www.acpillsburyfoundation.org
On May 5, 1908 a gala picnic was held at Big Trees Grove for the sailors and marines of the U.S. Navy’s visiting Great White Fleet. One of the newspaper reporters present at the celebration was Josephine Clifford McCrackin.

Santa Cruz Sentinel, October 18, 1964
As a pioneering woman writer and journalist, she wrote accounts of western life for popular magazines. Her first major success came in 1869 when she published a story in Bret Harte's Overland Monthly. In 1882 she married Jackson McCrackin and the couple soon built a home near the summit of the Santa Cruz Mountains. They christened their home Monte Paraiso. In 1899 a spectacular fire in the mountains above Los Gatos destroyed not only their paradise but also some of the most magnificent redwoods in the region. That destructive fire led to calls to preserve the coast redwoods. McCrackin ignited a movement with her March 7, 1900 Santa Cruz Sentinel editorial entitled "Save the Trees." Her inspiring words and the actions of other dedicated women and men culminated in the creation of Big Basin State Park. McCrackin's pivotal role in local conservation groups, including the Sempervirens Club and the Ladies Forest and Song-Bird Protective Association, earned her the nickname "Savior of the Redwoods."

As an honored guest of the Reception Committee for the Great White Fleet visit at Big Trees Grove, McCrackin had a ring side seat to the festivities.

“Never have the grand old redwoods of the Felton grove witnessed a scene such as was presented on Monday morning when car after car left the S.P. [Southern Pacific] depot, loaded with the people who make history for the United States on the oceans of the world – the officers of the fleet now at anchor in our bay – and those who have the honor of entertaining them in Santa Cruz.”

“Very few of the officers had been in California before, though all had heard of our famous redwoods, and it is safe to say that none were in their size and beauty. The trees were not the only attraction to some of the officers; this was soon evident and they saw beauty aside from that presented by the trees, and I think that some of the officers were fairly bewildered by the different attractions. Not long, however, for I noticed that in a very little while each officer, with a lady on his arm, took a different direction in exploring the grove, while husbands and the Reception Committee remained to see to the creature comforts in the way of meat and drink for the strollers.”



“Such glorious weather as the heavens sent us; bright, golden sun sifting down through the branches of the great redwoods; and the forest aisles, overarched with stately boughs lined and bordered with ferns and wild-flowers, narrowed in the distance to enchanted and enchanting views of graceful, girlish figures in light summer dresses, and tall, stalwart men in gold-worked uniform, with the bearing of knights, and at home in the easy, elegant speech with which ladies are most pleased ... Kodaks and cameras were busy, not on officers alone, for I saw a group of Jackies who were taking pictures of their mates standing on the lower portions of the trees.”

“With the consideration always given my years, I was assigned my place at the table before the others were seated, and whenever I saw anyone who looked at me in surprise I always said in excuse, ‘You see, I am one of the old landmarks and must not be removed.’ But I enjoyed my position immensely, and when the bugles recalled the promenaders, and all were seated, I fully realized how I had been favored. It was a right merry company though husbands were torn from wives and fathers from daughters, so that our guests might be provided with pleasant partners each.”

“Besides each plate lay not only a long-stemmed, wonderfully colored tulip, but a napkin with a napkin ring, these rings, carved of native woods, to be taken as souvenirs ... I might say, “so ended a glorious day.”

Sources: “Fleet Officers at Big Trees – Barbecue Tendered An Immense Success,” Santa Cruz Sentinel, May 5, 1908 by Josephine Clifford McCrackin; “Overland Tales – One of the West’s Most Celebrated Woman Writers During the Late 19th and Early 20th Centuries – Josephine Clifford McCrackin – called Santa Cruz Home,” by Geoffrey Dunn; “The ‘Savior of the Redwoods,’” California Department of Parks and Recreation, Commemorating 150 Years 1864- h2014; http://150.parks.ca.gov/?page_id=27578.

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

THE FOREST PRIMEVAL


Always a popular spot with tourists, the swinging bridge over the San Lorenzo River denoted the entrance to Big Trees Grove. Originally stage passengers disembarked to traverse a natural bridge formed by a fallen redwood tree. Over the years, this primitive bridge was followed by a succession of suspension bridges. The final version of the swinging bridge was apparently washed away during the 1955 flood.

Author's Personal Collection
“The bridge spanning the San Lorenzo attracted a number of visitors, who with arms listlessly folded leaned over the rails and gazed down on the rippling wavelets as they glittered in the sun … And so the day wore on until the deepening shades falling on the lofty trees and intensifying the gloom suggested to the onlooker Longfellow’s beautiful imagery in the opening lines of  … “ 

Evangeline:

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,

Bearded with moss and in garments green indistinct in the twilight.

Stand like Druids of eld with voices sad and prophetic.

Stand like harpers hoar with beards that rest on their bosoms.

Source: “Schuetzen Verein – A Round of Festivities,” Santa Cruz Daily Surf, July 16, 1883.