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HISTORYATA Thursday, Sept. 10, 2020 Shelton-Mason County - Page A—15 Early-daylogging memoriesof Bill Grisdale hen Bill Grisdale, arrived in Mason County from Canada in the summer of 1898 to work for his uncle Sol Simpson, he was sent to the Simpson camp near Matlock where his broth— er George was in charge of a 60-man crew. Bill stayed with the company for 49 years, re- tiring in 1947 at the age of 73. This story is from an article in the November 1950 Simpson Lookout, 'where he reminisced about the early years. ‘ Bill’s first job was firing on the Toll- ie, a locomotive named in honor of Sol Simpson’s wife. “Tollie was a yarding engine, used to drag logs bodily along the tracks from the woods. Sometimes we dragged one log, sometimes several in a row, bumping along over the ties for a half mile or more. We used lots of grease and our barkers put a ‘ride’ on the log by chopping off the bark on the surface that passed over the ties.” Sol Simpson’s brother Joe was fore- man at a company camp near Lake N ahwatzel, and in August, 1899, $01 sent Bill to Joe’s camp to “spell him oft” as camp foreman. 'At Camp One, Bill found a typical crew of 50 men. “We rarely had more than 100,000 feet of logs down ahead of our rigging crews. This was an early form of fire protection, because, the fewer logs we ' had down the less our worries about fire. There were always fires in the summer. Sometimes camps logged along one side of a hill while fires ‘ raced up the other. Fighting fire "was I By JAN PARKER Meet Atlas! He 'is a 2—year—old 09/30/2017), 60#, male Blue Heeler-PitBu/l mix. He is available 08/27/2020.. Atlas loves adventures, riding in the car, and being with his people. He is shy, sweet, boy who likes to be cuddled. He is a strong fellow who needs some work on his leash manners. Atlas learns quickly and already knows the basic commands such as "Sit", "Stay", and "Down". It helps that is he treat-motivated once you figure his favorite snack. Atlas is a true-blue boy who would make a greatfamily companion. His family members should~offer firm and consistent direction, and Bully Breed experience is required. (Please note, Atlas requires multiple visits with some intensive training to determine if ‘ a home visit is possible). Due to his strength a home with sturdy, dog-sawy teens would be an ideal fit, but he has been around unheard of, except when it got into camp. We did some back-firing as protection and that was all that saved our first camp on Bingman Creek in the autumn of 1902, when much of southwest Washing- ton burned over.” V ‘ Thirty tb 50 menlived in a bunkhouse, sleeping in bunks built one over the other. There was a wood. stove in the center, and “the steam off those old loggers was thick as smoke from a burning tire. Old Jim Calde- rwood was one of the toughest. Even after we got fixed up in camp to dry clothes, Jim would sit in his shack in his wet old duds, turning one side then the other to his stove.” For their occasional baths, loggers filled an empty lard bucket with water and heated it over the stove. “Before it boiled they’d slosh around their hides with a cloth. Then their underwear would be put in the bucket to boil. Af- ter a half-dozen such boilings the wa- ter was the color of the stove grates.” Bill remembered meals in the early camps as being dull. “Every breakfast was the same. Bacon and hot cakes. We had only brown sugar. No fresh vegetables or canned foods. Beef was served almost every supper meal. The cooks baked a flat cake for dessert. Sometimes we got cookies. When they first began serving eggs in our camp, the cooks put two on each plate to keep the heavy eaters from hogging.” Bill always lived in his camps with his men, sharing their work and their younger children. 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Walker Park Rd. - Shelton (360) 42 6-1 840 Bill Grisdale, lowerright in wite shirt and hat, stands with a oomlve at Simpson’s Camp One. Courtesy photo couldn’t turn back. Mrs. Jim Frisken helped us. She had a big jar of musk perfume and she rubbed this musk over our clothes. People didn’t seem to . notice too much.” ' The 1950 article concluded: “From his beach home at Arcadia, Bill can see rafts of logs and scows of lumber passing from Shelton to the out-world markets. Here goes by the forest har-_ vest which has come since those five decades when Bill Grisdale sent three billion feet of logs to the bay.” fun. One night, Bill and John Sells, a donkey engineer, pedaled a two-seated “Speeder” along the train tracks to a dance at ’Matlock, with Bill’s wife Es- ther perched in a basket up front. On the way, their dog flushed a skunk, which ran across the tracks and was crushed by the Speeder. “It was one of the worst spray jobs I recall. 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