Jacksonville, Oregon: A Gold Rush Kind of Town

Historic buildings in Jacksonville, Oregon

The gold rush era buildings in Jacksonville, Oregon have been preserved by the community.

Peggy and I discovered Jacksonville in 2010 when we were doing genealogical research. My great grandparents are buried in the cemetery above the town. In fact, I have ancestors scattered throughout Southern Oregon. We were happily jumping from graveyard to graveyard  looking for dead people. It’s like going a treasure hunt.

We were also searching for a place to live after our three years of wandering around North America. Peggy was ready to settle. Our daughter Tasha was lobbying for us to move to Tennessee and live close to her family.  But I am a Western-type guy and the Rockies were about as far east as I was willing to travel. I had developed an affinity for New Mexico and both Peggy and I enjoyed the mountainous/less populated areas of Northern California.

We ended up falling in love with Jacksonville and the Siskiyou Mountains, which is why I am sitting here this morning in my home 25 miles outside of Jacksonville looking out at the Red Buttes and listening to the Applegate River while I write this blog.

Red Buttes in the Siskiyou Mountains.

A sunset view of the Red Buttes from our patio.

Jacksonville got its start in the 1850s. Southern Oregon, like Northern California, was part of the great gold rush that sent the 49ers scurrying west to seek their fortunes. Soon the town was booming. With the addition of a railroad, it became the county seat for Jackson County and one of the largest cities in Oregon. Eventually the gold was mined out. When the railroad bypassed the town in 1884, Jacksonville started on a gradual decline.

The good news here is that the historic buildings in town were preserved instead of being torn down in the name of progress. In 1966, the threat of bulldozers turning the town into a freeway encouraged the residents to apply for and become a National Historic District. Today the small community of 3000 has a substantial tourist trade based on its historic ambience. A growing wine industry in the region helps assure its future.

You know you are in an Old West town when you find the Wells Fargo Express building.  The town i grew up in the foothills of California, Diamond Springs, also had an old Wells Fargo building.

You know you are in an Old West town when you find the Wells Fargo Express (stage-coach stop) building. The gold rush town I grew up in the foothills of California, Diamond Springs, also had an old Wells Fargo building.

Street scene in downtown Jacksonville, Oregon.

A view on the opposite side of Jacksonville’s main street. The white building on the end is the Masonic Lodge. Fraternal organizations played an important role in communities during the 1800s.

Redmen's Hall Jacksonville, Oregon

Another historical fraternal organization of Jacksonville is the Improved Order of Redmen, which traces its history back to the Revolutionary War and the Boston Tea Party.

Redmen's Hall Jacksonville, Oregon.

Redmen’s Hall is one of my favorite buildings in Jacksonville. Built in 1884, it housed the local chapter of Redmen, the Oregonian Pocahontas Tribe #1. Hard to beat being #1.

5 cent Owl cigar billboard on the side of Redmen's Hall in Jacksonville Oregon.

There was a time when any blank building wall was an opportunity waiting for a billboard. This old billboard on the side of Redmen’s Hall, features five cent Owl Cigars and Levi Strauss overalls.

Redmen's Hall in Jacksonville, Oregon.

A shot looking upward at Redmen’s Hall.

Window reflection photo in Jacksonville, Oregon.

I thought this was a rather classic window reflection shot.

A window reflection photo in Jacksonville, Oregon.

A closeup of the window reflection photo shown above.

Bozo the Clown's boyhood home in Jacksonville, Oregon.

Many older homes have also been preserved in Jacksonville. This was the house of Judge Colvig. His son Pinto inspired the creation of Goofy and went on to become known worldwide as Bozo the Clown. My grandfather’s sister married Pinto’s older brother, which I guess, in a way, makes me related to both Goofy and Bozo.

Peggy and I were immediately impressed with the flower boxes and baskets lining the streets of Jacksonville. Flowers are changed regularly to reflect what is in season. All maintenance is done by volunteers.

Peggy and I were immediately impressed with the flower boxes and baskets lining the streets of Jacksonville. Flowers are changed regularly to reflect what is in season. All maintenance is done by volunteers.

Pansies in jacksonville, Florida.

More Jacksonville pansies.

Flower in Jacksonville, Oregon.

I liked the delicate, crinkled paper look of the flower.

Raindrops on flowers in Jacksonville, Oregon.

A brief rain left behind rain drops.

Giant grapevine in Jacksonville, Oregon.

This may be the Mother of All grapevines. I found it covering the sides of one of the buildings.

Woodland scene near Jacksonville, Oregon.

The size of Jacksonville is demonstrated by the fact that this scene is found five minutes from the main street.

NEXT BLOG: I return to one of my favorite hobbies, exploring the world of Native American rock art found in remote locations throughout the southwestern United States.

When A Deer Looks In Your Window…

Oregon Black Tail Deer

I was working on my blog when this deer appeared at my window, five feet away. 

I was working on my blog about the Archeological Museum of Naples this morning when I looked up and saw a black tail deer staring in the window. She was about five feet away. I think she wanted to know what I was doing inside on a beautiful spring day.

Fortunately I had my camera next to me so I snapped her picture. Soon after she and two of her companions had bedded down in our back yard and were sniffing the daffodils.

Deer proof daffodil

A friend had given us daffodil bulbs and promised the deer wouldn’t eat them. So far, so good.

I decided she was right. What was I doing inside on a beautiful spring day? So I shut down my MacBook, grabbed my camera and went for a walk. The Archeological Museum could wait another day. I decided to blog about our home here in Southern Oregon.

Our front yard this morning on a beautiful spring day.

Our front yard this morning on a beautiful spring day.

Our back yard this morning.

Our backyard this morning.

We live about 30 miles west of Medford and five miles north of the California border, out in the woods, so to speak.  The Red Buttes of the Siskiyou Mountain Range and the beautiful Applegate River are out front. Our property borders on close to a million acres of national forest land and wilderness in back.

Red Buttes of Siskiyou Mountains on Southern Oregon border.

The view of the Red Buttes from our patio and front room. They are still snow-covered.

Applegate River

The beautiful Applegate River flows through our front yard. This is a fall picture.

Our elevation is 2000 feet, just high enough for three or four snowstorms that always manage to melt off in a day or two. Our five acres are totally wooded and include Ponderosa Pines, White Oaks, Red Cedars, Madrone, and Douglas Fir. A small spring provides water for the wildlife in summer.

Deer, fox, skunks and a multitude of squirrels consider our property home. An occasional bear drops by and my neighbors tell me that a cougar comes down off the mountain on occasion. A couple of months ago a coyote checked us out.

Yesterday we watched a Red Tailed Hawk pick up a small ground squirrel. (Peggy squealed so loud in delight, the hawk dropped the squirrel.) Last fall I watched a Golden Eagle grab a snake in our front yard.  A pair of Bald Eagles nest near by and a large Pileated Woodpecker makes the forest ring with his pounding. Numerous species of birds either live here year around or migrate through in the spring and fall.

If I seem to be in love with the area, I am. Peggy and I moved here two years ago after wrapping up a three-year exploration of North America in a 22-foot RV. I don’t think we’ll be moving again. (grin) Here are some more photos taken at various times of the year.

A large Douglas Fir covered with a fresh coating of snow lives in our front yard.

A large Douglas Fir covered with a fresh coating of snow lives in our front yard.

Southern Oregon Forest

Another view of the Oregon forest from our bedroom.

One of the bucks that considers our property part of his territory.

One of the bucks that considers our property part of his territory. This is a fall photo.

Interesting clouds over Red Buttes

Sunset over the Red Buttes.

NEXT BLOG: Back to Naples and the Archeological Museum (Unless it is too nice outside.)