The Indian boys played against the Beach ball team and put it all over the whites. About half the Hoquiam ball team was down there, besides a lot of other people from Hoquiam. There must have been forty spectators. As a Beach boy dropped out of the game, a Hoquiam player was substituted until nearly all the team was Hoquiam. Then Indians put it all over them too. Indians are easily excited, and there was plenty of cause for it that day.
Grigsby had built a platform which was used for a dance floor. Had a good violinist who lived in that section. He played and they danced all night and had a big time. We Higleys, had made arrangements with Cleve Jackson's parents for board and lodging in exchange for groceries.
Next morning, these folks from the Agency got the team hitched up and loaded folks into the wagon, right in front of Grigsby's on a sand spit on the beach. But, when the driver gave the word to the horses they wouldn't start. He tried and tried to get them moving but they wouldn't budge. Finally, Grigsby said, "Guess I'll have to go out there and help. If I could just talk like Charles McIntyre I know I could start them." So, he began to walk up and down in front of the team cussing and swearing. Finally, one of the horses pricked up his ears, and away the team went for Taholah.
Another time when Bud Loomis and I went to the Agency, we had to wait for freight. I had an old banjo and I had helped them out with music at the beach. An Indian met me on the street and said, "Where's your banjo?" I told him, "Well, go get it and we'll have a dance down at Charles McIntyre's", he said.
So, I went back and got the banjo and they took everything out of the cabin, and I played until I wore the strings off the bano. Bud danced with the Indian girls.
I recall one Christmas Eve celebration that was held in the old Norwood Ranger house. Our whole community brought food and had supper and a program. Had a Christmas tree with unwrapped gifts on it. Santa was there too. Henry Has was a little boy, and when he walked in the door he said, "There's my boat." There was perfume, tissue-paper shaving balls, paper chains, and popcorn strings on the tree.
Ben Newnham brought some folks on a sled (go-devil) hitched to two mules. In the Cook Creek bottom water was so deep he went through a slough of mud and water. Old Jenny laid down. Ben was tall, and when he whipped her the water would fly and she'd flap her ears, but wouldn't get up. She stayed there until she got good and ready.