Margaret Rita Crotty
November 4, 1925 - May 26, 2023

On her 94th birthday, Marge Crotty walked across the Golden Gate Bridge. It wasn’t easy, but she was determined and she was strong. When she finished, people congratulated her on the accomplishment. It was a beautiful day in San Francisco and people were chatting and laughing, inspired by her spirit and her friendly sense of humor. Mom brought a smile wherever she went.

Never learning to drive, Marge walked almost daily and many in the Fortuna community knew her. Often seeing her with a bag or two of groceries, someone would stop and ask, “Marge, do you need a ride?” She would sometimes reply with, “No, thanks, I’m in a hurry.” Other times she would happily accept the ride home.

Marge passed peacefully on May 26, 2023 at the age of 97. She was born in St. John’s Newfoundland to John and Margaret Heffernan. In 1955 she married John Crotty and in 1956 the couple moved to Fortuna. Margaret and John raised their family in Fortuna. Margaret is survived by her children, Sheila St. John, John Crotty (Debbie Reynolds), Colleen Crotty (Denny Waters) and Kevin (Pam) Crotty. Marge had a special place in her heart for all of her grandchildren, Chad Crotty, Jeffrey Crotty, Kelsey (Tiffany) Waters, Sean Waters, Megan (Russell) Coleman, Beth (David) Newland and Maggie (Jason) Walczak. Her life was blessed with great grandchildren, Emma, Skylar, James, Sara, Sailor, Jack, Kade and Aria. She is also survived by her much loved sister-in-law and true friend, Catherine Will.

Margaret goes on to join her husband John, brothers; William, Joseph, John, and sister Mary (Nash). She leaves behind her brother Michael Heffernan (Judy) and numerous nieces and nephews, many of whom would call her from Newfoundland and Alberta regularly to chat and have a laugh. She enjoyed their calls and was grateful they stayed in touch through the years.

Grandma’s home was the gathering spot for many years of family get-togethers. She cooked holiday dinners well into her nineties. Marge was full of energy, hard-working, independent, living and maintaining her home until her passing. She was always ready to go for an outing, just give her a minute to get ready. Her last outing was a trip to Ferndale for lunch two days before her passing. You can’t keep a good woman down.

She will be missed and she was such a big part of our lives. We continue to be inspired by her strength, her determination, and her always present sense of humor. We feel so fortunate to have had her in our lives for so long.

The family would like to thank Hospice of Humboldt for their support and compassion. Special thanks to her nurse, Jennifer, Chaplain Chris, and her home health aide, “my girl” Itzel.

Her diminished size is in me - not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, “There,
She is gone,” there are other eyes watching her coming,
And other voices ready to take up the glad shout,

“Here she comes!”

— Henry Van Dyke

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It is with great sadness we announce the passing of Curtis Ray Hillman II on May 19, 2023.

Curtis Ray Hillman II was born on February 3, 1957, in Sacramento to Curtis and Betty (Butcher) Hillman. He was a Karuk tribal member and spent most of his life in Orleans, until about 1995 when he moved to Arcata with the love of his life, Serena Brooks.

Curt had a few different careers. He was a logger and was known as “Little Cat” because his dad, big Curt, was a cat skinner known as “Big Cat.” He worked at the sewage treatment plant in Arcata for a while and he also worked at the Karuk Tribe Department of Fisheries. If there was something that needed fixing, he’d figure it out. Whether or not he had the right parts or tools, he always found a solution. At one point he was the coach for the women’s softball team in Orleans. He loved that.

Curtis loved his friends and family fiercely and deeply. His heart was pure gold, and he was one to give little tokens to those he loved and cared about. If you needed help, he was there. He was the one who would give you his shirt off his back if he thought you needed it more than him. He rarely met a stranger and would strike up a conversation with anyone. He was a friend to everyone.

Curtis had a very large sense of humor. He could find humor in almost anything. There was never a conversation with him where he didn’t let out a giggle somewhere along the way. He loved his native culture and all the old ways. He recently attended a powwow in New Mexico and was in awe stating, “I never saw so many Indians in one place in my whole life!” He was a lover of cars and never owned a vehicle that he didn’t beef up to some sort of hot-rod status. He loved the drag races out in Samoa and attended as much as possible.

Curtis was predeceased by his parents, his brother Leroy Gene Hillman, and his son Justin Donahue.

Curtis is survived by his love, Serena, children Sian, Codie, Ahanu, Windsong; sisters Charlene, Shelley, Debbie, Skooter and brothers Dale and Leon as well as numerous grandchildren, nieces and nephews, and several lifelong friends. He leaves behind his beloved cat Trent, who misses him terribly.

A celebration of Curt’s life will be held on June 10, 2023, at the Karuk DNR building in Orleans at 11 a.m. with Kathy McCovey officiating. Potluck to follow, so bring a side dish and a story.

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Last week, after I claimed that the invention of the basket was a necessary precursor to cooking, several of you objected, saying fires + cooking would have occurred first, and were, anyway, much more important than efficient foraging. After going back and reading what I’d previously written, some years ago, about the importance of cooking, I’m back to say, (gasp) I was probably wrong: cooking led to baskets, not the other way round.

The problem is that, when we’re talking about what happened with our forebears two million years ago, we have tons of speculation and very little actual data to go on.

Data

Between 2.0 and 1.7 million years ago, Homo skeletons changed dramatically. Our two-million-year-old Australopithecus ancestors were apes: they had short stature with a slouching gait, low brows, massive jaws and mouths housing huge teeth, a small (chimpanzee-sized, 37 cubic inches) brain, flared ribs around a big belly and limbs adapted to tree climbing. All the hallmarks, in other words, of a bipedal ape.

Just 300,00 years/20,000 generations later, they had evolved into essentially modern anatomy, Homo erectus. Put one of them into a suit, give them a shave and haircut, and you might be fooled into thinking they were us. They still had a more compact brain than ours (53 vs. 73 cubic inches*), but, compared to Australopithecus, they had much smaller teeth, jaws, mouths, stomachs and colons. Also, their body weight almost doubled, from 75 to 135 pounds.

* Someone figured out that’s equivalent to each generation having 125,000 more neurons than their parents.

Speculation

The catalyst for these dramatic changes was cooking. Cooked meat is essentially pre-digested meat, which, from the POV of our stomach enzymes, is far easier than raw meat to convert into energy; it takes much more time and energy to digest cold, hard, tough food than cooked food.

(Great apes eat twice as much as we do because 30% of their food is indigestible fiber that gets excreted. They spend the better part of their waking lives chewing, while we devote about an hour a day to eating.) This is speculation, because we don’t have archeological evidence that humans controlled fire 1.9 million years ago—the oldest accepted evidence for hearths is only about 250,000 years old. (Neither, of course, do we have millions of years-old baskets—the oldest has been dated to about 10,000 years ago.)

Now comes the interesting part. If you’ve hunted down an animal and you want to cook it, you have to schlep it back to the tribe, because that’s where the fire is. Meaning you have to learn to share it with the whole gang. And if you’re sharing meat, you’re probably a dude (males being anatomically stronger and faster than females), leaving the womenfolk free to go out gathering berries and roots. (There’s limited evidence that foraging was more efficient, in terms of net calories per day, than hunting.) And, as I discussed last week, the key to efficient foraging is a basket to carry home the (literal) fruits of your labor.

(If all this piques your interest, do read Catching Fire: How Cooking Made us Human by Richard Wrangham, professor of biological anthropology at Harvard. It’s in the County library.)

Maybe it’s chicken and egg, but I’m backing off the “baskets first-cooking later” scenario. Something happened to our African forebears two million years ago, and, absent aliens, it probably all started when some clumsy guy — I bet it was a dude — accidentally dropped a chunk of raw meat into the fire: the world’s first BBQ.

Today for tea time: None other that Humboldt gadabout Barry Evans — writer, engineer, science enthusiast and Xtreme Brit. Barry has a new book out, and he’s eager to tea down for promotional purposes. 

That book is the sequel to the popular Humbook, and it’s called Humbook 2! It’s chock-full of all sorts of weird bite-sized stories about Humboldt history, geography, biology and more, and it is a nice thing to have around to awe out-of-towners with.

The Outpost’s John Kennedy O’Connor drags all sorts of stuff out of Barry, including how he got into the business of scribbling, and a retelling of the time he almost burned down the King Range.

Thai tea today. Spoiler: Barry likes it, O’Connor does not.

You knew this was coming, and here it is: Today’s tea time snack is Crustless Cucumber Sandwiches. Once you assemble that sucker and get every bit of crust removed, press play on the video above and join us! Then come back tomorrow morning for Barry’s regular Sunday Outpost column!

It would seem unbelievable if it weren’t true. EarthFirst!, bombs, crooked cops, racists. This is the story of the redwoods, or rather, the fight to protect the redwoods, as told by one of the partisans of this fight, Greg King. King’s new book, The Ghost Forest: Racists, Radicals and Real Estate in the California Redwoods is part memoir of his own time as fiery young radical in the Redwood Wars and part of history of the economic and social history that set the stage for the Redwood Wars.

Greg joins the EcoNews to talk about his new book. Join us.

Read an excerpt of The Ghost Forest here. The Ghost Forest will be released on June 6th, preorder a copy today.

AUDIO:

“The EcoNews Report,” June 3, 2023.

[Sorry, no transcript this week.]

The manufacturing of bricks was an established industry in Humboldt County from the year 1855, as a growing need for them developed to supply the construction trade.

It was expensive to order the heavy product shipped to the North Coast, so local means of production was sought. It was found that clay of good quality was in abundance throughout Humboldt County.

The brick made in Humboldt County was the common red brick. It was used in the building of walls, fireplaces and chimneys. The principal material used in the making of brick is the clay. It contains sand and small quantities of iron, magnesia, lime, potash and other minerals. Each of these substances has an effect upon the color, hardness and durability of the finished brick.

John Hill, brickyard entrepreneur. Photos courtesy Humboldt Historian.

In the early days, Humboldt bricks were made by hand; the clay was mixed with water in a pug mill, sometimes with a horse and a turnstile to operate it. The clay was then placed in molds, pressed and removed from the molds and laid in the sun to dry or placed under cover for a few days. They were then stacked in a kiln and fired.

As soon as machinery could be brought into Humboldt County nearly all bricks were made much easier and much faster using the stiff mud process. In this process, the clay was thoroughly ground and water added to make a stiff mud. After the mud was mixed in a pug mill, it was placed in a machine having a die or opening the exact size of the brick.

This machine, with a large screw, forced a continuous bar of clay through the die. As it emerged it was cut into bricks by a series of steel wires like a cheese cutter, slicing about 12 bricks at a time.

The soft bricks were placed on a pallet holding about 84 bricks each; they were then put in a drying shed with open sides and dried for a considerable length of time, sometimes for thirty days. Next, they were moved and stacked in the kiln, which is like a large oven. The bricks were spaced to allow the heat to circulate around them. These kilns held from 60,000 bricks, or more, at one time, depending on the size of the kiln. A slow heat was applied using wood for about three or four days. Then the oil burners were turned on. About 12 burners, spaced around the bottom of the kiln, brought the temperature to 1900 degrees and it was held at that level for three days, or when the operator determined the firing was complete. The burners were shut off and the kiln allowed to cool slowly.

When the bricks cooled they were removed from the kiln and graded according to color, hardness, straightness and quality and stacked on pallets. The bricks that were too close to the burners were called clinkers and deemed not suitable for most work. The bulk of the bricks were ideal but some, too far from the heat, tended to he a little softer. It was not until 1891 that brickyards introduced facilities for making drain tile. The drain tiles were made in much the same manner except for a different die. The clay used was the same. The tiles were made in various sizes from three-inch in diameter to 10 inches, and were all 12 inches in length.

There are other kinds of brick which had to be shipped into Humboldt such as face brick, pressed brick, fire brick, glazed brick, paving brick and hollow brick, to name a few.

The size of most common brick is 2 1/4 inches thick, 3 3/4 inches wide, and 8 inches long; this size varies in different locations. The weight of a common brick is about 4 1/2 pounds. During the period of time from 1870 to 1930, the local bricks were used in many buildings, such as the Carson building which housed the Ingomar Theater, the Eagles building on Fifth Street, the Carnegie Library, the old county jail and many other buildings in lower downtown which are still standing. Brick was used for foundations in many of the old Victorian homes.

In the years 1880 to 1900, there were six major producing brickyards in Humboldt County. In 1891 the first tile machine came to the area for a brickyard near Rohnerville, west of the railroad. This yard was owned by James D. Thompson, who later sold out and moved his operations. He purchased the brickyard on the Eureka Slough, at the north end of John Hill Road, from John E. Hill who started the yard. Hill was the father of Arthur W. Hill, former district attorney for Humboldt County, and grandfather of Arthur W. Hill, attorney.

Sometime during the early 1900s, James D. Thompson leased the brickyard to John A. Porter, and he changed the name to Eureka Brick and Tile Co. During this time Porter had a man working for him at the brickyard called, “Andy Bear.” The reason for the name? He had a pet bear chained at the brickyard. Later James Thompson again took over the operation.

In 1890, John B. Hill, a cousin of the former Hill, purchased ten acres at 1900 Harrison Avenue, just north of the county hospital, and built a brickyard which he operated for two years with his brother, William. He operated it by himself for twelve more years. In 1904, he closed the brickyard and started raising strawberries on the land. He had built a fine home at 1904 Harrison Avenue. Here, he raised seven children, among them a daughter, Edith, who married Peter McRae, a grocer. A son, Wesley, was at the Eureka Post Office for years, and a son. Warren, was with the Western States Gas and Electric Co. when he was accidentally electrocuted. Another son, Chester, was a shingle weaver in Eureka.

Getting back to brickyards, there was one in Arcata, one in Fields Landing and one just south of Harris Street between Williams and D streets in Eureka. This yard was owned and operated by Jesse N. Lentell, a civil engineer. He served as Eureka city engineer for eleven years and lived near the brickyard at 3120 D Street. The brickyard operated from 1887 to 1915. Elzie Daily located a brickyard in Arcata, on property north of 14th Street and between L and M streets. Block No. 292. This yard furnished bricks for many Arcata buildings including the John Hill built this home at 1904 Harrison Ave. The brickyard was Jacoby Building. The building, now owned by Brizard’s, stands just south of the plaza. (This information was published in the Arcata Union in 1956, and was given to me by Mrs. Martha Roscoe.)

James D. Thompson operated his brick and tile yard on the Eureka Slough, employing about ten men most of the time, and turned out many thousands of bricks and tile until the 1930s. After this period, lots of other material came on the market and the railroad and trucks hauled bricks in from the south. This was the last brickyard left in Humboldt County.

In 1946, Thompson met a young man and sold him the brickyard, staying with him for a few months to teach him the trade. This young man was Henry Hindley. Hindley and his wife, Lorene, continued to operate the business until 1956. After the earthquake of 1954, which damaged m.any chimneys, there was a demand for a good many common bricks. Together, they fired the last kilns of bricks to be fired in Humboldt County, turning out over 120,000, which they quickly sold. Their brick machinery was very old and obsolete and there was too much outside competition. So, they decided to close shop and tear down the plant. They still live on the original site in their nice brick home built from their own bricks.

During the year 1884, when it was decided to build a new Humboldt County courthouse, a brick mason by the name of John Depew, who lived at 1217 Bay Street, could see that many bricks would be needed in this construction. So, he located some suitable clay for brick. The site was at the south end of the present-day Cooper Gulch near 14th Street. Here he built a brickyard and kiln, dug a well for water and turned out many thousands of bricks used in the construction of the new courthouse.

The first bricks were laid there on May 29, 1885, and the cornerstone was laid by members of Humboldt Lodge #79 F. & A.M. on July 4, 1885, along with a very large celebration. In 1954, an earthquake damaged the old courthouse beyond repair, and after seventy years of service it was demolished. Many thousands of the bricks were cleaned and salvaged and have since been used for building faces, fireplaces and other projects in the Eureka area. Thousands of these old bricks were not usable so were hauled and dumped as fill in the same location where they were made in the gulch near 14th Street.

Some idea of the size of the brick industry in Humboldt County is shown in production figures for the years 1890-1893. During this period, the brickyards employed 42 men and produced approximately 4,480,000 bricks and 17,000 yards of drain tile. This material was sold for use in the county.

Sharon (Sager) Hopkins, 81, passed away peacefully March 2 in Salem, Oregon. She was preceded in death by husband, Meriel Hopkins. One of six children of John and Imogene Sager, Sharon was born January 9, 1942 in Eureka. While living in Miranda, her favorite schoolteacher was Mr. Mario Machi, author of Under the Rising Sun, which included his experience in the Bataan Death March. She was a class officer in high school.

Sharon was a housewife for 20 years, an accomplished cook and seamstress. She sewed clothing for herself and her children, including fun Halloween costumes. Sharon was a league bowler whose trophies were always on display in her home.

She later worked as a waitress, most notably at the Angelina Inn in Fernbridge, until retirement. She and husband “Hoppy” loved to hunt. They had his and her mounted bear skins where they lived in “the cabin” on the Van Duzen River in Carlotta.

A longtime member of the New Horizon Church in Salem, she especially enjoyed being part of the Lady’s Group. “She was such a special lady to us, and her cornbread pudding was always a big hit at potlucks.”

Sharon is survived by brothers Harry, Gary and David Sager, daughter Cheri Spring, son Larry Ridenour, three grandchildren and one great grandchild.

A graveside service is scheduled at Ocean View Cemetery in Eureka on June 16 at 11 a.m.

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