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Man in basket above Celilo Falls on the Columbia River

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Fishermen at Celilo Falls on the Columbia River

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Indian Shaker Church & Gulick Homestead | abbalogh.net

One of the last structures standing at the historic Indian Shaker Church & Gulick Homestead and fishing site along the Columbia River.

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We need your help! Anyone know which waterfall this is on the Columbia River? 🤔 Celilo Falls, maybe? 🤷🏼‍♀️ It's titled as 'American Falls of the Columbia.' from 1860. 🇺🇸 Come and have a look at this and other American history on our website! 👨‍💻 👩‍💻 (B4-I-128) #AmericanFalls #CeliloFalls #ColumbiaRiver #ColumbiaFalls #Waterfalls #OldPrints #AmericanHistory #TraveltheUS #Adventure #Walldecor #Design #Inspiration #Engraving #USA #LittlePrints #WallArt #Learn #giftsfortravelers #antiqueprints #goexplore #washington #oregon #flowwithit (at Columbia River Gorge) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5tXFaxJLLn/?igshid=1dh4knlk9pc5b

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These photos were taken where Wy-am, or better known as Celilo Falls, once flowed. The first two photos were taken by me in February 2014. The last photo is an iconic image of Celilo Falls in the late 1800s to early 1900s.

These falls were considered one of North America’s largest waterfalls and offered life-sustaining salmon, among other fish, for thousands of Native Americans for more than 10,000 years. As many as 5,000 people would gather at the falls to trade, feast, and participate in religious ceremonies. The Wyampum inhabited Wyam for nearly 12,000 years. Wyam is among the longest continuously inhabited communities in North America.

On October 22nd, 1805, Lewis and Clark reached the “Great Falls of the Columbia”. In their journals they noted the size of these falls “whole height of the falls is 37 feet 8 inches, in a distance of 1200 yards …[Gass, October 23, 1805].”

Construction of The Dalles Dam along the Columbia River in 1957 silenced the great Celilo Falls. Slack water created Lake Celilo which allows for barges to move up and down the Columbia River. The reservoir waters inundated Celilo Falls along with Tenmile Rapids, Fivemile Rapids, and Celilo Village, resulting in the relocation of the community and roughly 36 families (Information courtesy Center for Columbia River History website, 2008).

Today Elders mourn for the silencing of the falls. The Dalles Lock and Dam disrupted tribal life in the region forever. The falls have been silenced for 57 years. A forever lost significant landmark as long as The Dalles Dam exists.

Below are more readings about the silencing of Celilo Falls along with legislation:

http://thecentralcascades.com/celilo-falls/

http://columbiariverimages.com/Regions/Places/celilo_falls.html

http://www.salmonnation.com/essays/recalling_celilo.html

https://olis.leg.state.or.us/liz/2007R1/Downloads/MeasureDocument/SJM7

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The Dancer

This story was written several years ago

On New Years I met a girl.  The kind of girl that sticks with a man for a long, long time.  The kind of girl whom, on those cold, lonely, winter nights when a man feels less than a man, can make him smile and feel warm inside.  She kissed my friend at midnight but then it was a new year and a fresh start.  We decided to go to a club in a town a few miles downriver of the graveyard of Celilo Falls.  This gravesite was once the viewing area of salmon strength, holiness and beauty as they danced a treacherous mile of swift moving water, native fishermen on platforms, and rocks.  But back to the club.  The girl I’d kissed at the bell was holding on too tight, so I tried to lose her shimmying through the river of dancers. 

I came around a huge mountain woman, who, from the look she gave me, was into beards, and saw the girl my friend had kissed.  Her edgy, one side shaved, one side long haircut tantalized me.  I paused to watch her dance.  The movement I can only describe as being smooth as water, mesmerized me.  Fortunately before I was frozen in spot she caught my eye.  I have a memory for music, I always know what is playing and whether I like it or not.  I have no memory of what song was playing.  She had taken control of my brain.  She glided towards me and just as we began to dance the forgotten song ended.  Blasting from the dance floor speakers came a song I positively hated!   It’s a stupid pop song about being able to dance like a certain Rolling Stone which I believe tarnishes his good name.   I will love this song for the rest of my life.  We started to dance at arms length. And let me say that I can’t dance, never have been able to and probably won’t ever again, but in that moment I could dance.  Or at least I FELT I could dance.  As the first verse went on we wiggled closer and closer.  Soon we were pressed against each other.  Two salmon spawning.  We dodged mountain women, spun past boys trying to reel in this prettiest of girls, and splashed off rockish formations of sound equipment.   In that moment it was no longer mere dancing but rather a continuity of life forms moving in the sacred ballet that had lasted millennia just upstream. But this girl had no time for ancient rituals.  The chorus began, she grabbed both my hands and the singer shrieked “I got the moves like…” maintaining her rhythm, the moment he wailed “Jagger” she kissed me, smiled and spun away.  Our fingers interlocked and arms extended.  She felt a million miles away.  If you hear this excuse for a song it is probably only ten seconds between “Jaggers” but in that moment it felt like days! I feared I’d lost her forever.  She saw my desperation and feeble attempts to pull her back and smirked, but at the next Jagger she swooped in and kissed me again. Relief flooded my veins.  As the second verse began I prayed that divine intervention would keep the song from ending.  If the sun can be made to stand still until the completion of battle, how much easier (and important) must it be to keep a small town disc jockey’s record equipment playing until I could conquer her coy playfulness.  Alas, God decided against playing wingman on this night and the song ended.  We looked at each other shyly.  She leaned in, pecked me on the lips and said “I’ll see you soon” then snaked her way through the dancers.  She didn’t lie.  Many a night as I’ve lain in bed, feeling as though life and love have passed me by, she has come to see me.  Holding me close and swimming through my brain.  She brings a smile to my lips and a scotch like warmth to my chest.