Cathy Smith’s op-ed column about Camp Grisdale caught my attention for a couple of reasons. My husband, Jim Barrom, was on the survey crew that laid out a road through the tall timber to the future Camp Grisdale. Over the years my interest in the community persuaded me to write two novels about activities there.
A logger, Grant Morris, was instructed to pick up Jan Bowers, a young cook at the Shelton Timber Company’s office and transport her to Camp Grisdale’s Emerald Mountain cookhouse. Jan had just been deserted by her fiance and wanted to leave her job as chef in a local restaurant, so she reluctantly agreed to accept this new job. Grant’s belief did not welcome a single young woman to live amongst a camp full of bachelor loggers. He finally solved that problem by marrying her.
Emerald Mountain Resort starts from Grant’s daughter, Becky, busy making pies for the evening meal at the cookhouse, when dynamic Thane Barton, a stranger, enters the dining room and asks where he can find Grant Morris since he needed to talk to him. “I’ve come to inventory the company’s equipment before this camp closes down.” This news started all kinds of problems. It finally ended up with Becky and Thane converting the beautiful camp into Emerald Mountain Resort.
Of course, I’m sorry Simpson Logging Co. didn’t do that. Many people who lived and worked there considered it a village to be remembered.
Pauline M. Barrom