Riverside Park, Grants Pass, Oregon 1933
One of those places that will always be special in my heart is Riverside Park in Grants Pass, Oregon located on the banks of the Rogue River. Our family spent many hot afternoons, birthday parties and duck feeding adventures there.
What made this park so special and memorable was often my great grandmother Annabelle Evans Pinkerton either take us to the park or join the festivities. I adored my great grandmother. In my eyes she was a great lady, elegant and capable. When at the park she would bring big sacks of old bread to feed the ducks and geese.
One hot afternoon in the park while we were feeding the ducks, there as a particularly intrusive large white goose. My older brother, about nine or ten years old at the time, got it into his head that he was going to catch the obnoxious bird that had taken up residence there and loved to bully all the food from the other birds. I believe it was his sense of fairness that made him go for it, to teach that goose a lesson. great grandmother Annabelle of course cautioned him against mission but he was determined. My younger sister, myself, great grandma and my mother all had an amusing time watching him chase that wildly honking goose all over the park.
In the end after much determination, sweat and numerous pecks and bites he was successful, proudly bringing forth his catch to present to our great grandma. This is only one small memory that will ensure the special place Riverside park will always hold in my heart.
It goes to say that unrelenting determination always catches the goose.
