The Territorial Dispatch
October 16, 1996
Don't look now, but it's
the middle of October!
Don't look now, but it's
the middle of October! Wasn't it just the Fourth of July
last week? It's only two months and ten days until Christmas
and then just a week to the New Year. Some people have to
have an "almost death experience" to have their lives pass
before their eyes. Not me. Mine seems to be doing just that
as I sit here in front of my computer. Maybe my past isn't
zipping by, but the present surely is.
I know now that I'll
never be bored.
I used to fear boredom. I
would take stuff with me when I went places in case there
was nothing to do... and I might be bored. Stuff like pen
and paper, a book, deck of cards, camera, frisbee, knitting,
a magazine, the daily newspaper, books on tape.
There's other stuff I
always carry with me such as a magnetic chess set, a pocket
knife, a bottle of water, a harmonica, a nail file, a ball.
When I'm going in our truck I take along my portable
computer, camcorder, golf clubs, an extra pair of shoes (for
long walks), a large umbrella and, depending on the
destination, my tomahawk.
Steve is a patient guy.
He just sits in the truck and smirks a bit as I troop out
with my gear. He knows I will never use all that stuff, but
he also knows it would do no good to tell me that. And the
important thing is... it is there if it is needed.
I will never be bored
again. I no longer fear it. I have lined up way too much to
do for the time I have left... places to go; things to
You can't go back and do
the things you missed... forward is the only choice of
direction... and here it is October. The year is nearly
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Beckwourth Frontier Days
is doing it's part to put Marysville on the map. For the
past six years people have been coming from around here and
as far away as the Bay Area and Nevada, but this year some
folks from Ohio and others from Colorado came to follow the
trail down the mountains to Marysville ...and to attend the
festival. They found out about Beckwourth Days through the
internet last spring and planned their vacations around the
time the festival was to be held.
In my humble opinion
(IMHO as they say on the internet) festivals such as
Beckwourth Frontier Days and the Bok Kai Festival could be
the start of establishing Marysville as a great tourist
There are a lot of people
in this country who are interested in history and who enjoy
traveling to areas of special interest. With very little
encouragement they would probably stay around a place like
Marysville for awhile... rent motel rooms, eat in
restaurants, shop in stores... and visit historical places
There are a lot of
reasons why this area could become a festival center. We
have great weather. We have the world's smallest mountain
range. We have a wonderful reputation for being the prune
capital of the universe. But we also have the largest East
Indian population in the nation ...and the history that
surrounds them; we have a super active Scottish Cultural
group in our midst... and the heritage that they bring to
us. We have the Gateway to Gold Country, a couple of rivers
that could be made navigable again, close proximity to
hunting, fishing, skiing, golfing, gambling and just about
anything else recreational you would want to find in a fun,
So what will it take to
get things rolling? Of course money helps, but even if there
was ample money to create a festival center it would take
lots of people who care.
Of course, everyone is
busy doing what they have to do. It's when you do more than you have
to do that things begin to happen.
Volunteering time to a
project that helps build community spirit and create an
attraction for tourists may not be in your master plan but
it will contribute to the success of a city struggling for
recognition And once the reputation is built... they will
Quote of the Week:
Men make history
and not the other way round. In periods where there is no
leadership, society stands still. Progress occurs when
courageous, skillful leaders seize the opportunity to change
things for the better.
&emdash;Harry S. Truman