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25th Anniversary…Volunteers: 239,000 hours, and counting.

When you get involved, you feel the sense of hope and accomplishment that comes from knowing you are working to make things better. We have this quote posted on an office wall of the Interpretive Center, and nowhere is it better exemplified than in our volunteer program.

Volunteers have helped keep the wheels turning at the Interpretive Center since even before opening day. Trail Tenders has kept an hour count of volunteer time since 1992, which shows over 600 people volunteering over 239,150 hours!   Some donated two hours; some donated hundreds.   Fifty-eight of those volunteers donated over 1000 hours.  And of those, seven donated over 4000 hours!!!!   The funny things is, none of those volunteers started by saying “I’m here to donate 1000 hours of my time.”  Most volunteers start with the idea of giving it a try, or helping just for one project, and then find a niche, find something they especially like, and you know what they about how time flies when you’re having fun.

The talents and generosity of our volunteers is a big part of what keep the Interpretive Center an interesting and fun place for our visitors, who consistently compliment the customer service and great programs offered by friendly, knowledgeable volunteers.  Our behind the scenes volunteers have planned events, written books, built covered wagons, written grants, pulled weeds, picked up trash.

Our outreach volunteers have staffed booths at fairs and festivals, walked in parades, provided talks at schools. Customer service volunteers answer questions, give orientation to tour and school groups, staff the gift shop, and hand out lots of maps and tourist information.  Interpretive volunteers provide well-researched programs, demonstrations and activities at events, Dutch oven lunches for visiting groups, and demonstration tables where visitors get a close-up hands-on opportunity to learn.  A lot of different talents, a lot of wonderful people, and some pretty awesome potlucks and parties over the years.

25th Anniversary Story: Volunteering

Both volunteerism and a keen interest in the Oregon Trail flow through Rachael Nickens’ blood. When she was 17, she started volunteering in the gift shop managed by the Trail Tenders, the Oregon Trail Interpretive Center’s volunteer group. Her grandparents, Si and Joan Allen, were among the center’s first volunteers.

“The Trail Tenders volunteers are such a positive connection for me,” Rachael said. “It amazes me that so many people put in so many hours for free because their heart is in it. They genuinely care.”

Rachael started helping her grandparents with wagon encampments. “Grandma was always the pioneer gal with the lemonade,” Rachael recalled. “She and the Trail Tender ladies—the ‘Sew and Sews’—gathered at my grandma’s house and they sewed costumes, dresses and potholders.”

Many years later, Rachael was hired as the Trail Tender bookkeeper in 2006. Then she went to college to become a park ranger through the Pathways program. When she graduated, the Bureau of Land Management hired her as a park ranger at the interpretive center.

Now Rachael creates educational and outreach programs. She dresses as a pioneer and brings the programs to life—both at the center and in the schools she visits. One of the kids’ programs she teaches is about food on the Oregon Trail. She talks about hard tack, then she and the students make hard tack together. When the students taste hard tack, it makes the Oregon Trail experience more real for them.

“I never thought I’d be back here working,” Rachael said. “We’re all connected to our history. As I get older, I appreciate that more. This is the most rewarding job I’ve ever had.”

All four of Rachael’s children have volunteered as costumed interpreters at wagon encampments with their mom, just as Rachael did with her grandparents. “It’s come full circle. Maybe one day my kids will be adult volunteers here, too.”

Are you a volunteer?

Do you have skills and hobbies you’d like to share with others? Are you a gardener? A seamstress? A cook? Do you like to do crafts? Would you like to dress in a pioneer costume and be an historical interpreter?

You can be a Trail Tender volunteer at the Oregon Trail Interpretive Center—just like Rachael, her grandparents, and her children. Even if you have only a couple of hours a month, you can volunteer and share your talents.

  • Interpreting history and nature

  • Demonstrating pioneer-era crafts

  • Maintaining our interpretive trails

  • Helping create and install special exhibits

  • Cooking old-time meals in a Dutch oven

  • Gardening in our heirloom garden

  • Demonstrating blacksmithing and flint knapping

  • Greeting visitors in the lobby

  • Helping at special events

  • Helping with visiting school groups

25th Anniversary – Oregon Trail people

“Asking an interpreter a question is like taking a drink from a fire hose.”

-Robert Fudge, NPS

One of the folks you might meet when visiting the Oregon Trail Interpretive Center is Park Ranger Jeremy Martin.  One of the many duties of a park ranger here is interpretation. Jeremy provides a variety of programs and research and writes educational materials. He provides front line customer service to visitors, mentors seasonal staff and volunteers, and answers all kinds of questions from the public.

Jeremy grew up in the South. He became a park ranger because of an experience he had at Florida Caverns State Park when he was 12.  “The ranger let me turn the lights off in the cave.  I was hooked. I wanted to be a park ranger. It may change that kid’s whole life simply because you let them turn the lights off.”

He went to college for forestry and worked for several national parks including Great Smoky Mountains, Carlsbad Caverns, Wind Cave, and Sequoia and Kings Canyon. He started working at the Oregon Trail Interpretive Center four years ago. “This job allowed me to explore and teach more human history.”

“People tend to think of the Oregon Trail as one dimensional and tragic. But 90 percent of the people who started the trek made it to the Willamette Valley.  They started new lives. I like to bring it into modern perspective.  People have thought of the Oregon Trail as a lone wagon blazing a trail across a virgin continent, but by the 1850’s, it was a mile wide, 2,000 mile long junk yard. There was trash and dead animals. It was dirty. There were even vendors selling goods along the way, especially at well known camp sites such as Independence Rock and Fort Laramie. It was hot, dusty work with lots of people.”

Center staff create all the interpretive programs here. “It’s not a script or a play. It’s a message. There’s a reason we’re telling the story. It’s to answer the questions: Who cares? Why is this important to the listener? The stories I like to tell are more offbeat.  A story lying there under the surface. We have a lot of diaries to pull from, and many of them document the day to day life on the Trail. I’m more interested in the eccentric.”

Two of Jeremy’s program use living history – based on true-life characters: mountain man Joe Meek, and pioneer horticulturist Henderson Luelling.  “When I’m doing Joe Meek, people light up because they may have read about Joe. I even got to meet one of his direct descendants. I also got to meet some of Henderson Luelling’s descendants.” Luelling brought the first grafted seedling fruit trees along the Oregon Trail. Many fruit trees in the Northwest today originated from his trees. “He was a vegetarian on the Oregon Trail. He brought his wife and eight kids on the trail. His wife gave birth on the trail. He brought two full wagons of saplings on the Oregon Trail. It was said that he took better care of his trees than he did his own children, and even called his trees ‘his little darlings.’”

Jeremy also does flint knapping, black powder shooting demos, nature walks, teaches Leave No Trace,  leads activities for kids in Thursday Outdoor Club, schedules interpretive programs, and plans some special events such as Meet the Pioneers.


The Blue Mountains

Riley Root: August 17, 1848 
15 miles to camp, on Grand Round river. Eight miles across the head of the beautiful Grand Round valley, to a small branch, where emigrants might camp for the night, at the foot of the Blue mountains bordering the valley. From thence, we wound our way over the steep and rugged mountains, racking and straining our wagons, the distance of 7 miles farther, to the deep and lonely dell, where the Grand Round river is struggling and forcing its way through its narrow passage, down to the beautiful valley, Grand Round…Where we are encamped, the dell is narrow, and furnishes but little grass. It is remarkable for loudness of sound, when a gun is fired.

Riley Root: August 18, 1848
10 ½ miles, over a very uneven district of volcanic rocks and mountain soils, to camp, on one of the highest peaks of the Blue mountains on our route. Country, to-day, becomes more densely timbered all around and along our road, overshadowing it in many places with yellow pine, fir and spruce hemlock. Have passed several deep cuts, to-day, so steep that teams were necessarily doubld to ascend out of them, and some of them were dangerous and difficult. Our camp is located on the side of a high ridge, in a small opening, nearly one-fourth of a mile above its base, where we are obligd to descend, to obtain water for cooking. From this high ridge, it is said, Mt. Hood can be seen, but at this time it is so smoky, that we can see but a little distance.

Possibly this location Mr. Root describes is at the Blue Mountain Crossing at the summit of the Blue Mountains. It is a good site to visit in the summer months, but is closed during the winter. It gives you a real feel for what these individuals had to go through for their dreams of the Land of Milk and Honey.

Catherine Sager Pringle

Catherine Sager Pringle  was nine years old when she accompanied her family across the plains from Iowa to the Oregon Country in 1844. Her leg was broken in multiple places when she was caught beneath the heavy wheels of a wagon.

Here is how she described the event:
“August 1st we nooned in a beautiful grove on the north side of the Platte. We had by this time got used to climbing in and out of the wagon when in motion. When performing this feat that afternoon my dress caught on an axle helve and I was thrown under the wagon wheel, which passed over and badly crushed my limb before father could stop the team. He picked me up and saw the extent of the injury when the injured limb hung dangling in the air.
In a broken voice he exclaimed: “My dear child, your leg is broken all to pieces!” The news soon spread along the train and a halt was called. A surgeon was found and the limb set; then we pushed on the same night to Laramie, where we arrived soon after dark. This accident confined me to the wagon the remainder of the long journey.”
Despite the fact that the injury could have been fatal, she survived—walking with a limp for the rest of her life.
Her father, Henry Pringle died of “mountain fever” after crossing the Green River in what we now call Wyoming. Her mother, Naomi Carney Pringle, died of a fever a few days later, near what is now Twin Falls, Idaho.
The wagon train arrived in Oregon in October of 1844; Catherine and her siblings were taken to the Whitman Mission at Waiilatpu , near present day Walla Walla, Washington. Shy at first, the Sager children soon warmed up to Dr. Marcus Whitman and his wife Narcissa Prentiss Whitman. They began calling them ‘Father’ and ‘Mother”. The next three years passed pleasantly, with the children spending much time with their school studies, reading the Bible, working hard, and performing domestic duties.
Catherine later wrote:
“We were in the schoolroom from Monday morning until Saturday noon. The afternoon was a holiday. If the weather was pleasant, the preparations for the Sabbath being completed, Mrs. Whitman took us out for a ramble over the hills. In inclement weather we were provided amusement in the house; the doctor believed in young folks having plenty of exercise.”
“The housework was hired done in winter, so the children could follow their studies without hindrance; Mrs. Whitman and the girls did the work in the summer. Each of us had her allotted task and was expected to promptly do her duty. At 11 we bathed in the river; dinner was served at 12. When the work was done we all sat in a large room at our sewing, save one of us, who read aloud to the rest. Supper was at 5 o’clock, and after that was over time until retiring for the night was devoted to recreation.”