Taking a Leap

February 30th.

Wait...February 30th?

Yes, once upon a time. Well, twice upon a time to be precise, there really was a February 30th. I suppose we could call that a Double Leap Year.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves here. Let's start with this year. Why exactly do we have leap years and what are the traditions and superstitions surrounding them? (Then back to February 30th, of course, don't worry.)

Well, you've probably heard the old Irish legend, or who knows, maybe it's true, as some legends are at least loosely based on fact, and if you're Irish, and near a pub, (if you're truly Irish, you are definitely near a pub) legends and history frequently get a bit, shall we say, blurred....wait, where was I going with this? Oh, yes. You've probably heard that St. Brigid struck a deal with St Patrick to allow women to propose to men during leap year, as a way to kind of counterbalance the traditional roles of women in society, much as leap year balances the calendar. Clever the way that works out. Oh, never underestimate an Irish lass.

Well, in some European countries the leap day tradition became Bachelors' Day. -- and a man was expected to pay a penalty, by law, if he refused a marriage proposal. Ouch! This could be a gown or fee, or 12 pairs of gloves -- to hide the shame of not having a ring.

The Greeks were not feeling as romantic as the rest of their European cousins. They believed it was unlucky for couples to marry during a leap year and especially on leap day.

However, their Mediterranean neighbors in Italy believe that leap years favor the whales. And making whale babies. Now, who doesn't love whales?

And the Scots believe that Leap Day is as unlucky as Friday the 13th. It's not good for people or sheep. Sheep? Baaad. St. Oswald might agree. Leap Day is named St. Oswald's day, because the archbishop of York died on February 29.

And J and L? What are our feelings, superstitions, traditions about leap day? One more day to celebrate life with family. Living each day to its fullest.

So about February 30th.

It seems the Swedes made an error a number of years back and decided to add a few days in 1712 to correct the error - hence February 30th.

And, in what was once called the Soviet Union, February 30th happened twice: in 1930 and 1931, after the Soviets established the revolutionary calendar. Every week had five days, every month had 30 days and the remaining five or six 'monthless' days were holidays. Well, at least there were holidays. Who knew?

But generally, the date is generally sarcastically used to refer to something that is never going to happen, like winning the lottery. Which I expect to do on February 30th. But you never know...this could be my lucky year!

A Blog About the Blog

February 2011, we set out on a journey, not really sure where we were going or exactly what we wished to accomplish. Now, nine years later, our blog has evolved a clear vision and purpose. It has given birth to a Facebook page, led somewhat indirectly to a weekly travel column featured in a local newspaper, Beyer's Byways, and attracted a loyal following.  (And we thank you...)

J and L Research and Exploration has traveled to a handful of countries and we've taken you along for the ride. But more importantly, we've tried to help encourage you to adventure out and explore what's in your own backyard, just as we've shared what's around our local area as well.

Some of our posts have been more research based. We were essentially teachers after all.

Nine years ago, on the inaugural post,  John wrote: Civility is an art that is losing its luster but should be brought back in these times with much polish, and shining to illuminate the world.
Research and exploration is what separates the learned from the ignorant - we want to deal with the former and not the latter.

We still believe in our mission. It's been fun, and as long as you keep  reading, we'll keep writing. Happy anniversary to us, and to you!

Needles - on Route 66

A wonderfully sad tale of hope and despair

As John Steinbeck wrote in The Grapes of Wrath – ‘Then out of the broken sun-rotted mountains of Arizona to the Colorado, with green reeds on its banks, and that’s the end of Arizona.  There’s California just over the river, and a pretty town to start it. Needles, on the river.’

Welcome to Needles - the starting point on Route 66 in California

Being a Steinbeck fan, I knew there was much to explore in the city of Needles. Of course, we had passed by the city a million times while traveling along Interstate 40, but never had taken the time to stop and really look around.

That small city of Needles hugs the western shore of the Colorado River. It’s a peaceful town with a long and rich history. A short drive along Route 66 to the center of town, can easily let the visitor know that this town needs to be explored.

And explore we did.

Steinbeck had been correct with his musings. Needles is truly a pretty town and with such an eclectic history, it draws visitors from around the world.

According to the president of the Needles Regional Museum, Marianne Jones, “I would say we receive over three thousand visitors each year to our museum from all over the world. People are fascinated with the lore of Route 66. We get people from China, France, New Zealand, Ukraine, and from anywhere imaginable. As a matter of fact, most of our visitors are from Germany.”

It is the city where Charles Schulz, of Peanuts fame, spent part of his childhood – thus the reason why Snoopy’s brother, Spike, resides in Needles. This lovely little burg is also where Bess Houdini, the wife of the internationally famous magician, passed away in 1943. Alice Notley, a 1999 finalist for the Pulitzer Prize in poetry, grew up here. Oh, this town has seen it all.

Charles Schulz - spent a part of his childhood in Needles

And Spike is glad - he loves Needles

The construction of the Atchison, Topeka, and Santa Fe Railway, brought Needles into existence in 1883. A tent city quickly erupted along the desert floor for the railroad workers and those taking care of the workers – dry goods stores, laundry facilities, restaurants, and of course, saloons. Folks get awfully thirsty in the desert.

Soon, the tent city turned into a permanent settlement, with Needles being the largest river port north of Yuma. Yes, a port city. This is before the dams were built further north along the Colorado River, shrinking the flow and thus negating the need for paddle wheels and barges which had plied the crystal blue waters.

Model of a paddle-wheeler that plied the Colorado River near Needles

Railroads took the place of delivering goods, and now, according to Jones, “The city gets a lot of train buffs who spend time here because of the rich history of the railroad and the Harvey House across the street.”

Harvey House? Sounded like a frat house. Nope.

Fred Harvey, was a genius when it came to taking an idea and turning it to fruition. With the development of the railroad, the entrepreneur decided there was a need for high class food and service along the railway lines. He opened his first restaurant in Florence, Kansas in 1878 and expanded westward. Harvey is considered by many, to be the creator of the concept of chain restaurants and by the late 1880’s, there was a Fred Harvey dining experience every 100 miles or so along the Santa Fe railroad line.

The man himself, Fred Harvey

The waitresses, Harvey Girls, were trained to be the best in the business. Fred Harvey had strict guidelines for all employees – guests should be treated with first class food and first class service. The waitresses became so well known that in 1946, Judy Garland, starred in a film based on the novel by Samuel Hopkins Adams, entitled, The Harvey Girls.

Needles happens to be home to one of the most luxurious depots that houses a Harvey House – the original depot burned down in 1907, but when rebuilt, the railroad spared no expense to reconstruct the masterpiece the following year. The two story structure was named after Father Francisco Garces, who in 1776, traveled through the Mojave Desert and became known as the first European to make such a venture. The El Garces is a short walk from the Needles Regional Museum and is definitely worth the steps.

The Harvey House was located within the beautiful, El Garces building

The name of the town, Needles? Where did that come from? I remember my grandmother wielding sewing needles like the Vikings swung broad swords. Get out of the way! But what kind of name is Needles for a town?

Turns out though it’s rather simple. There are a group of large sharply pointed pinnacles just southeast of the current city of Needles, on the Arizona side of the border, stretching skyward.
“It’s funny,” Jones mused. “Our name comes from across the river, in Arizona, yet we’re in California. Oh well, the name stuck and we like it.”

She also mentioned that most travelers believe that Route 66 is one block south, but is actually on Front Street. “They realigned the streets, we are on the actual original route.”

The entire town is worth a visit for anyone interested in Route 66 lore, early California history, the railroad, and so much more. Laureen and I only spent a few hours but know we will return to continue to investigate and explore.

Needles offers many exciting events every year keeping the rich history of the town alive. On March 13th, Laura Tohe, the daughter of a Navajo code talker will be discussing her father’s involvement in this highly secretive but critically important job during World War II.

We plan on visiting – perhaps you should too.

And bring the pets, Needles is a dog friendly town

For further information.
http://needlesregionalmuseum.org/