Name:Sam and Alice Paschal
Your history in Issaquah/How long lived here, etc.:
We lived in Issaquah from 1958 to 2000. In 1958 we bought 10 acres of the original homestead of the pioneering Eastlick family.
If you moved to Issaquah, why did you choose it?
We were trying to decide between Redmond and Issaquah. We chose Issaquah because of the good reports we had about the school system, teachers and parental involvement.
If you have lived here all or most of your life, why did you choose to stay?
Issaquah was our home. We had no intention of ever leaving. But a combination of things over the years caused us to move. Changes in the last few years on the plateau– no longer rural, heavy traffic going by our home almost 24 hours a day, the rural lifestyle disappearing. And also we wanted to support work with Wycliffe Bible Translators/Summer Institute of Linguistics. We moved to Catalina, AZ. just outside of Tucson where the Mexico branch is headquartered. Sam is teaching computer software and I’m doing art work of all kinds for various booklets—rhymers, story books, etc. The translator, who has been translating that particular unwritten language for some time, then takes the books out to the villages as tools for the people to learn to read their own heart language.
Issaquah or area school(s) attended:
Our kids attended Issaquah schools. Linda went to Clark Elementary, then Sunny Hills on the plateau, the Jr. high and graduated from Issaquah High School in 1970. George and Elaine attended Sunny Hills, the Jr. High and graduated from the high school in 1972 and 1975.
Education—Coming of Age
Were you affected by earthquake damage to the schools in 1949 or 1965?
The earthquake of 1965 was the first earthquake we’d ever experienced. When the house started rattling and shaking I thought my husband was doing something in the house. When it continued that was my first clue that it wasn’t Sam, it was an earthquake! We watched the light poles wave back and forth and the trees sway back and forth. It was scary and exciting at the same time. One of our daughters, Linda Paschal Gingrich, was in a portable classroom next to the old Junior High when the earthquake struck. Bricks from the Jr. High building began to fall around the portable. The kids were scared to death, sure that the building was going to fall on them and kill them. We’re thankful that the shaking stopped when it did or we could have had a tragedy. Our two younger children, George Paschal and Elaine Paschal Weinz were on their school bus on the way to Sunny Hills Elementary and didn’t feel a thing.
What kind of extracurricular activities were you involved in? Did you play football or chess, or did you act in the school plays? What were memorable games or plays?
Since our kids graduated from Issaquah High School I’ll tell you about their activities. All three were and are creative in many ways. Linda had Mr. Kline as a teacher and she was in various singing groups. She also acted in a number of school plays. George was involved with the theater group for a time in back stage work and had a questionable degree of reputation for his corny jokes that he made up. Elaine was involved in the FFA and her special love was for horses.
What local businesses do you remember? What items did you purchase there? Who owned the business? Where was it located? What do you remember most about it?
We used to buy gasoline for our gas tank on our property, horse feed, garden supplies and equipment from Washington Farmers Association. As well as we can remember it was located about where the Darigold plant and its parking lot are. After WFA moved to Redmond we began to shop at the Grange.
The old Post Office used to be on the ground floor of the building where the health food store has been for some years – just east of the fish hatchery. As I remember, it was a small room with old, uneven, dark, wood floor boards that were well oiled and stained. We bought stamps or just talked with the postal employees through the old fashioned windows with metal grill work on them. Everything about it was very old fashioned and wonderful. Every time I went inside the Post Office it was as if I had stepped back in time to an earlier era.
At the corner of Front St. and Sunset was a feed store. It sat at an angle to both streets with a large concrete loading dock and drive up area for cars and trucks. That building was eventually moved to Gilman Village.
We shopped at the Rexall Drug Store for prescriptions and gifts. The owner and his wife were very personable people, enjoyable and fun to talk to. The gifts in their store were unique, tasteful, and beautiful.
What barbershop or beauty shop did you frequent? What do you remember about these places? What were the popular hairdos when you frequented the beauty shop? Did you do a lot of socializing at the barber and beauty shops?
I went to Evan’s Beauty Salon for hair styling. Bill Evans was the owner. He was a great entrepreneur and is a long time friend along with his wife, Betty.
What is memorable about Lewis Hardware? What items did you purchase there?
Another old-fashioned store that was so interesting to go to. We bought tools and hardware items. Tom was friendly, very helpful, full of information and advice.
Where did you go to buy your groceries? Did you go to Tony and Johnny’s, or RR Grocery on East Sunset? Do you remember your favorite clerk? Were there any items that these grocers specialized in?
We bought our groceries at the Grange in the Mercantile Building for some time. When the Hi-Lo shopping center was built we began to shop at the grocery store there. As part of their opening ceremonies they gave away a pony. Our eldest daughter had entered her name in the contest and it was drawn as the winner. We weren’t there but a friend of ours, Dorothy Giberson, was and excitedly called to let us know that Linda had won the pony! Then she offered to bring it home in the back of her jeep. Plus a bale of hay. What a sight that was as the jeep pulled into our pasture with the pony peering out of the windows. The kids named him Dynamite and he lived with us for a long time. Dynamite was a good little pony and put up with a lot of kids playing with him… at least for a time.
Did you purchase things at the Grange Mercantile Building? What type of things did you get there? Did your family rent a frozen food storage locker?
We shopped at the Grange Mercantile Building for groceries and I liked shopping there. Their produce was very good. Some of the clerks became friends, and they were always cheerful and helpful. It was in a very convenient place to stop and shop. It was small, compared to the megastores today. But that was back in the days when Issaquah was small.
Yes we had rented a frozen food locker there.
What restaurants or soda shops did you enjoy going to? Did you go to Rena’s Café, or XXX Root beer? What was your favorite food? Were there memorable waiters or waitresses?
We went to the XXX Root Beer. I liked going there for lunch, pulling up into a parking slot and ordering a delicious, dripping hamburger, with fries of course, as I sat in my car. It was always fun to take the kids for a drink or snack.
Did you go to Boehm’s Candies? What candies were your favorites?
I usually went to Boehm’s Candies when a school class went there. What candies were my favorites? Any of them.
Issaquah Round-Up—Salmon Days—Labor Day Celebrations
Was there any year that these celebrations were especially memorable to you?
Harriet Fish asked me, Alice, to be one of the three artists-in-action at the first Labor Day Celebration held in Issaquah. It was held on the grounds of the fish hatchery. We three sat outside in front of the buildings and Harriet demonstrated her skills on her spinning wheel. I did pencil portraits for $1(!!) each and another artist demonstrated his work. There must have been quite a crowd, because I remember leaning back and glancing up between portraits and seeing mobs of people covering the parking lot. A small juried art show was held inside the fish hatchery – with the drawings and paintings sitting on top of the fish tanks. The weather was terrific, we all had a fun and tiring time. It was an outstanding success.
What special activities were there at Labor Day Celebrations, or at Salmon Days? How has Salmon Days changed over time?
From the first year it has changed enormously. It grew like Topsy. From the fish hatchery with the local artists to the whole of downtown Issaquah with artists and crafts people from everywhere. I continued to be an artist in action for a few years, sitting in front of the floral shop, drawing portraits and displaying paintings. But my free lance art business grew to the point where I needed to spend more time in my studio. Those early years were invigorating. Old friends would stop and chat, and watch the drawing progress. It was so neat to meet new people and make new friends. And a delightful thing has happened as a result of those years sitting on Front street drawing portraits. Especially in the last few years as I shopped in Issaquah, I would run across someone who told me I drew their portrait 20-30 years ago. And did I remember?
What were some of the other memorable special events and occasions in Issaquah?
Although this memory isn’t about special events in Issaquah, it is something I loved about Issaquah the first few years we lived there. It was much smaller then and although you may not have known everyone, you greeted each other as you passed on the sidewalks. A beautiful small town thing to do.
Did you spend a lot of your free time outside? What do you remember about fishing, hunting, or hiking in the area? What was your favorite hiking trail?
Our kids rode horses all over the south end of the plateau– Yellow Lake, under the power lines, trails through open fields. In those years it was fairly safe to ride on the shoulders of the roads because of the small amount of traffic.
Did you go swimming in the local lakes in the summer? Or ice-skating at the Horrock’s Farm in the winter?
The whole family went to Lake Sammamish State Park many years for picnics and swimming. Our church youth group often met at the park for hot dogs and a good time in the summer. During the winters if our pond froze we ice skated and played on it without skates. Other who lived nearby would drop in and join us. Even people from Seattle who were driving by stopped and skated with us at times. The pond was a shallow pond and there were always clumps of weeds and grasses poking their tops through the ice. It made for some exciting skating. When it snowed, friends and neighbors came over and we all slid down the hill in our pasture on sleds and inner tubes trying to see who could zoom as far as the barn and the pond. Sometimes we built a bonfire to gather around and warm up, but we always trooped back up to the house gathered around the kitchen stove drinking cups of steaming hot chocolate as we thawed out.
What church did you attend? What memories do you have of this church? Were there any pastors, reverends, or church leaders that stand out in your memory?
We attended Covenant Presbyterian Church for many years. Our memories are fond ones of the people, good friends and pastors. But one pastor stands out in our memory and he was the young, new pastor who started the church, Pastor “Scotty”.
We attended Trinity Evangelical Church at High Point the last 20-25 years before we moved from Issaquah. We knew many of the people there before we started attending the church and those friendships deepened to become part of our family also.
When our kids grew up and married they moved back to our land. We all lived there until the Issaquah-Fall City Road was finally widened. Their homes were taken by the county and because the Issaquah-Fall City Rd. was going to go through our pasture bringing it’s heavy traffic nearer to our home, we decided to sell also.
The road going through our pasture brings up a story that Milo (Mike) Eastlick told me soon after we moved in, back in the late 50’s. He was one of the sons of the pioneering family and delivered furnace oil for us from the Grange. We stood in the driveway of the old farmhouse talking one day and he told me the forty of why the Issaquah-Fall City Rd. made the s-turn around the other side of the ponds and woods. In the early years the original trail ran through the property from Fall City to Issaquah. Eventually it became a road connecting the two towns. The original house, the first one, was built in the pasture and near the road. That turned out to be too close as far as ‘mom’ was concerned. Because sometimes those that used the road were drunken Indians and ‘mom’ didn’t want them that close to her home. So she asked the men of the family to move the road! And they did. From the middle of the pasture to around the pond and woods, away from the farm house and mom.
But now, all these years later, the road is again following the same track as the old trail that had went through the pasture….. not as a trail, but as a 4 lane highway. Quite a change.
Each of us managed to get ourselves lost in the dense woods in the early years we lived on the plateau. We were still living in the old farm house when on Saturday afternoon Sam decided to look at the area off the old Issaquah-Fall City Rd. after it branches off Duthie Hill Rd. It was a gray day. The afternoon light was fading. After some wandering around he decided it was time to go home. But he couldn’t find his way back to the car on the road. He couldn’t even find the road! He could hear dogs barking in the distance and as the night time came he eventually snuggled down next to a fallen, moss covered log and spend the rest of the night shivering, waiting for the dawn. In the meantime I had called the sheriff’s department and our pastor. Both of them came and the sheriff assured me that people usually walk out of the woods the next day. And that’s what Sam did. He found the car the next morning and came home with his pants all ripped to shreds from belt to cuffs and smelling like skunk cabbage. We threw the pants in the garbage. I was so relieved to have him home even without his billfold. Something must have snagged it out of his hip pocket in his tramping around trying to find his way out. There it lay for years and years with a $20 bill tucked inside. Rotting away.
My unintentional choice for getting lost in the thick woods was around Beaver Lake area. A good friend of ours and I walked into the woods on one side of the Beaver Lake to find beaver ponds. We never found the beaver ponds, but we did find a section of an old railroad track somewhere in the woods. We did find a large swampy area. We walked and walked never getting anywhere and nothing looked familiar to her. As dusk came we looked for a spot that looked comfortable enough to spend the night. We gathered fir branches to cover ourselves to keep some warmth in and snuggled down under a huge fir tree. Sleep? Not at all. We, too, could hear dogs barking in the distance. At first light the next morning we started out again and walked for some time until we finally came out on the Duthie Hill Rd. We had walked around the end of Beaver Lake! From one side to the other! It was wonderful seeing civilization again, instead of just hearing it. We stopped at a nearby house and instantly shocked the lady who answered the door. From her home we phoned my husband and her family and told them we were ok. The woman took us home to where everybody was gathered. A sheriff was there this time, too, reassuring them that people who get lost in the woods overnight usually come out the next morning.
I hope this isn’t too long. If it is, just use anything you want . When the door is opened on one or two memories all the other memories start rushing forward and drowning in and the door bursts open all the way. It’s not easy to close again.
We moved to Washington in 1957 courtesy of Boeing. In 1958 we bought 10 acres on the south end of the plateau on the Issaquah-Fall City Rd, then called Vaughn Hill Rd. It was a nice 2 lane country road, with dirt shoulders and very little traffic.
Those 10 acres were part of the original homestead settled by the pioneering Eastlick family. For many years after we moved there people said to us “Oh yes, you’re the folks who lived on the old Eastlick place”. Yes, we were indeed those folks and were delighted to be identified in that way, but we laughingly wondered when our home would become known as the old Paschal place.
The old farm house, a root cellar and outbuildings were grouped together at one side of the property. The large old barn was down near the pond and the woods. There was a hand dug well near the pond that had the sweetest water we’ve ever tasted.
We discovered some wonderful old items from the turn of the century and earlier. In the barn we discovered a beautiful old buggy covered with straw and dust. In the attic of the farm house we found old hat pins, and some stiff collars that men wore in the early part of the century. In a storage area was on old Metzger Map of the area that showed the road from Seattle to Snoqualmie Pass. As the road neared the pass it became a trail, according to the map. I don’t remember the date on the map.
About 3 ½ years after we moved in, all those things along with our own possessions were lost when the old farm house burned down. Immediately people began to gather around us and we were overwhelmed by the outpouring of gifts and love from our friends, neighbors, churches and from strangers in Issaquah and other towns. The kids were given nice clothes to wear to school. Practically everything we lost was replenished because so many people gave and gave. It went on for days. One neighbor in Overdale Park, Phyllis Lind—a stranger at the time, brought 5 toothbrushes and a tube of toothpaste because she heard about this family of 5 who had lost everything in a fire. The day of the fire, Gaye Schembs, another neighbor a few miles away who didn’t know us at all, invited us to move into a small farm home on their property until we could rebuild. We accepted her offer and began to build a Pan-Abode Log home on the hill above where the old house stood. We moved into our new home a few months later and lived there until we moved in May , 1999.
The pasture, barn, pond and woods were used for all kinds of things….lots of space for kids to play, and for mom to sit out under the apple trees and read and soak up on nature. Trees to climb, ball games, hide and go seek, camp outs, bonfires to gather around, snug places in the woods to sit and dream and pray, the shallow pond to tromp through, get wet and muddy while trying to catch tadpoles. Wild animal trails through the woods, wild animals to see and hear. Eagles playing in the sky above us. Red-tailed hawks soaring overhead or sitting in the big cherry tree in the pasture looking for a meal. Horses to ride and pet and love. Over the years we had cows, pigs, goats (to eat the ubiquitous blackberries, but they ate everything but blackberry bushes), chickens for fresh eggs that we sold through a produce stand we had for a while.
An equestrian club, the Pony Club, met at our place for a number of years under Sam’s leadership as District Commissioner. The pasture was a great place, a safe one, for the budding –would-be-driver to learn how to manage a car, drive in a straight line, turn, back up, park and not be a terror on the roads.