LeBaron: Present-day headlines spur trip back through North Coast’s annals
Returning from a week away from my morning paper, I find that I’ve missed a lot of memory joggers - stories that remind me of other stories.
Oh, I know. I can read the newspaper online. And I do, when I’m out of town. But it isn’t the same. You read the headlines, browse the topics. Scroll on down. And miss a whole lot.
It’s not really an acceptable substitute for sitting down with the paper, turning the pages, finding surprises. But, as my offspring will attest, I’m a dinosaur. What do I know?
At any rate, upon return, I spent a quiet morning leafing through the week’s supply of newspapers and I found a number of things I’d missed online that seem to beg for some brief historical commentary.
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The first was the story about shipwrecks - Staff Writer Guy Kovner’s story about the start of a scientific search for shipwrecks off our coast. Right up a historian’s alley, that one.
I learned about The Oxford, which missed the turn into San Francisco Bay in 1852 and got stuck in the mud near Dillon Beach - a real disaster since the three-master carried 90 barrels of whiskey.
The prospect of learning more about these early maritime disasters around San Francisco Bay holds promise. But the 1,300-square-mile area to be studied doesn’t go far enough north to include The Frolic. I doubt that any of these new sea tales match the impact of that legendary “silk ship” that wrecked on the reef at Point Cabrillo, near present-day Caspar on the Mendocino Coast in 1850.
The Frolic, a sleek, speedy clipper ship heading home to Baltimore to be scuttled after six years in the opium trade between India and China, had an exotic cargo of fine silks and precious Chinese lacquer ware and, inexplicably, about 6,000 bottles of Scottish ale.
What makes the wreck of The Frolic so special came after the shipwreck. Most of the 26 crewman made their way down the coast to Fort Ross and then to San Francisco where they told tales to all who listened about the precious cargo sitting on the reef.
It sounded good to all those unsuccessful gold miners hanging out around the waterfront and they set out in Boston whalers to row up the coast and collect the treasure.
It was the first sight that new Californians had at the forests stretching from the ridges to the sea, from the Russian River north.
The stories they took back to San Francisco sent more boats - and an overland ox team with a portable sawmill - and the Timber Rush that began the settlement of the North Coast was underway.
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There was also a business section story on wine industry worries about the next generation, known to demographers as millennials - a sociologist’s shorthand for people currently between 18 and 34 years of age.
Is it possible that other “adult beverages,” like beer, hard cider, fancy and flavored vodkas and designer bourbons, will tickle their palates more than wine?
History tells us that this could be a real concern. The great lesson of Prohibition is not only that it was a truly dumb idea, but also that its effects lingered long after Prohibition had run its course. And I’m not talking about the rise of Al Capone. I’m talking about the dramatic change in drinking habits.
Between 1919 and 1932, the younger generation of Americans - the “millennials” of their day - abandoned the habits of their parents and grandparents, many of them immigrants, who considered wine as food, a part of the evening meal.
The kids went with the times, to speakeasies and house parties where high balls and cocktails were the drinks of choice; to bathtub gin (about as unappetizing a term as one can imagine); to smuggled Canadian whisky. Forget wine. If they tell us we can’t have it, we want the stronger stuff. We’ll show ’em.
Show ’em they did. The older wine-drinkers died off and the cocktail party survived.
It took 50 years and more for the medical and health science community to start to talking about how wine was better for us than booze and for a phenomenon nicknamed “The French Paradox,” which set forth the premise that wine - red wine, particularly - might prevent heart attacks, slow the aging process, help us live longer. Only then did wine experience a full-fledged renaissance and become the social drink of choice.
Can we pull another paradox out of our chapeaux?
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The renaissance of the railroad is an iron horse of a different color. The trains left us at Prohibition because we had thriving automobile and oil industries calling the shots.
We ripped up the rails, built more freeway lanes and ever so slowly faced up to the possibility that we might have been too hasty.
Now, 80 years later, the train, one single train, is on track to come back.
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