Part II in a series by Dorothea Nordstrand
Dorothea (Pfister) Nordtrand (1916-2011) was a frequent contributor to Northwest Prime Time. Her essays also appear in www.historylink.org’s “People’s History Library.” Dorothea was given an award for contributing her vivid reminiscences to the community.
This story of her family’s move from the northeast corner of Washington state near Tiger is Part II of a continuing series that will appear once a month or so at www.NorthwestPrimeTime.com.
Dorothea as a baby, 1916 / Dorothea on a visit to the old homestead in Tiger, 2003 (photo by Dan Lightfoot)
There were several reasons for the move. Mother and Dad had come to realize that they were never going to be able to make their entire living from the homestead’s rocky land, and they had finally earned title to the property so they could sell it. Plus, we were cut off from the rest of the family ... a real hardship for Mother, whose family had always been so close-knit. The severe weather in Tiger had brought healing to Mother, who had been recovering from a near-fatal bout with diphtheria. She was well and strong again, so they felt safe in coming back to the damp climate of Puget Sound.
The year before, when Mother had made the trip to Seattle to be with Grandma when Grandpa died, Seattle was booming, and jobs were plentiful—there should be ready employment for Daddy. Another strong argument was that my brother, Jack, would soon be ready for high school and there wasn't one in Tiger. My parents had limited educations and they were determined that their children would have better. All of these made compelling reasons for the move.
In Seattle, Daddy found a little house just a block from Green Lake and within walking distance of Mother's family, the Gierhofers. Their home was just off what is now Roosevelt Way NE, at 1013 E 69th Street. Grandpa Francis (Frank) Gierhofer died in 1918 at the young age of 59, leaving Grandma Frances, Mother's sisters, Rose and Anne, and her younger brother, Eddie, living at home. Another sister, Ida, had married James Nolan and was living in the Fremont area. Hopes were high that things would be easier and better for the Pfister family in Seattle.
Mom, Jack, Florence, and I came to Seattle by train, bringing nothing except our clothing and the bit of money from the sale of the farm. To bring the furniture would have cost more than it was worth.
Unfortunately, 1918’s boom had turned into 1919's bust. Early in that year, the nation's very first general strike was called in Seattle, involving more than 60,000 of the city's labor force. The general strike was originally called to show solidarity with the already striking West Coast shipyard workers. The city was paralyzed, and the National Guard was called in. ROTC cadets from the University of Washington and police reserves were armed and ready to put down riots, which, thankfully, did not happen.
Life in Seattle was much harder than the work-filled time on the land had been. There, at least, there had always been something to eat. Even the first year at Tiger, Daddy and Uncle John had planted a garden while they were building the log cabins in the springtime, so that when Mother and the kids joined them in August, there were vegetables to go with the game from the forest. In Seattle, money was a necessity and they had little.
Fortunately, Mom was used to making things stretch. She made use of the cheap fare on the streetcar that ran only a block from the house to take a weekly trip to the Pike Place Market for vegetables and fruit from the farmer's stalls there.
Next month, look for Dorothea’s essay about a streetcar accident and how the lean, hard times in Seattle continued
In case you missed it, you can catch Part I of this series, Dorothea’s essay on her family’s homesteading years in Tiger, Washington: Homesteading in Pend Oreille County